When the whistle sounded, the French attack began, and there was no doubt about victory from Brigadier Gustav to the most ordinary French soldier below.

Under such shelling, is there anyone else who will continue to fight to the end? This is the case in the eyes of French soldiers.

However, at this time, all the mortars, light and heavy machine guns, rifles, and even tanks had been prepared.

Wang Weiyi looked at the French troops who were rushing in and smiled faintly.

He put the whistle to his mouth.

“Prepare—prepare—”

The long cry of officers at all levels sounded, and everyone had entered a state of combat

"Prepare--"

A familiar whistle sounded and the mortar whistled first. The shells fell into the French team with their smolder charges. Then, with blood and flesh, they drew the most cruel picture in front of the Noorch position.

France was bombed in chaos, and the door to hell was opened. The demon opened his mouth and began to welcome the new souls with a grim smile.

The French officers blew the whistle in their mouths desperately, doing their best not to let the team collapse. Then, the French army, which had barely reorganized, re-entered, re-entered the attack.

Enter range!

In Tnosch, the tanks and all weapons on the positions fired at the same time!

The Death Ball invitation sent out every Frenchman involved in the offensive received an invitation to the ball.

This is an invitation that no one can refuse. When the God of Death begins a "feast" of death, no one who receives the invitation has the power to get rid of the God of Death's sickle

Fog began to rise from the position, but it was not the fog of nature, but the "blood mist" composed of countless splashes of blood!

In the blood mist, hundreds of Frenchmen fell down in the strafing of machine guns. Death sent his forward to harvest their trophy frantically.

Countless tongues of fire intertwined into a fire net that makes all enemies unable to hide. Life seems so small in this big net that people entering the net will suffer the most cruel revenge if they struggle a little.

The French soldiers who rushed in the front died, and the French officers who were commanding the attack died every minute and every second, and no one could break through this terrible curse of fate.

"Death's striker"!

After the Nothy offensive and defensive battle broke out, the Skeleton Commando began to have such a terrifying nickname.

Indeed, there were layers of corpses in front of the position, and the blood mist filled the air. In conjunction with the last time the Nosch position was always flying, the terrifying skeleton battle flag, everything made this German elite unit synonymous with the Death vanguard.

The French retreated, and facing such a defense, the charge of the dense formation could only be suicide!

In this attack alone, the French left more than 1,200 corpses in front of the Tnosch position. Most of them were killed by machine guns.

The Maxim heavy machine gun and the Maderson light machine gun constitute the protagonist of the killing; the mortars and tanks became the most dazzling supporting roles; and the German soldiers holding Mauser rifles became the most important part of it!

And there is only one director in this killing feast:

Ernst Bryme!

The air is filled with the breath of death, and you can't breathe hard. If you use a little force, it may make people's stomachs turbulent and you will never have any appetite again.

The same is true for Wang Weiyi.

When he came to this era, he had experienced countless battles. He was used to death, bleeding, and corpses, but this battle still made him feel so thrilling.

Human life is so humble here

And this is just the beginning, just the foreplay of countless deaths. Soon, something more bloody will break out.

When all those who have experienced this war gradually fade away and grow old, most of them will not be willing to recall this war.

This is a terrible memory they never want to remember in their entire lives

The French, who came up like a tide, retreated like a tide. However, the Germans who won the victory could not hear their cheers on the position.

There is nothing to cheer for. Maybe when the next attack begins, the dead will be himself.

Wang Weiyi looked around the battlefield and found that his subordinates were all lying tiredly in the position, but there was only one person, but there was a flash of fanaticism in his eyes:

Adolf Hitler!

Wang Weiyi was surprised to find that Hitler stared at the front of the position without blinking, staring at the corpses, as if he was about to find something from the corpses.

And his left hand had been clenched into a fist, and he might have waved him without even he himself, as if he was venting his excitement in his heart.

Hitler was quietly changing, and even Wang Weiyi had not noticed that he had become eager for war, hoping to make achievements in the war, and hoped to become a person like Lieutenant Colonel Ernst Breme.

Is it right or wrong to take him to the battlefield and complete various dangerous tasks with him again and again? Even Wang Weiyi himself was a little hesitant about this.

In front of the position, some battlefield ambulance personnel wearing red cross marks appeared. They were inspecting the soldiers in the body who had not yet died. Those who were seriously injured were treated on the spot, while those who were slightly injured would be carried down by them on a stretcher.

Adolf Hitler raised the rifle in his hand

"Adolf." Wang Weiyi shouted softly. When Hitler's head turned, he shook his head at Hitler.

Hitler smiled a little shyly: "Lieutenant Colonel, I'm just aiming, I won't kill them."

Wang Weiyi also smiled, yes, at least until now, Hitler is still a shy ordinary soldier

A Frenchman wearing a red cross mark waved the white flag in his hand and walked towards here. When he walked into the German position, he did not salute: "Hello, I need some bandages and medicines. Ours is almost used up. You have to know that the death and injury are too big. Please rest assured, I will return it to you."

"Give it to him." Wang Weiyi said lightly.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel." The Frenchman got what he wanted: "Who are you?"

"Enst Bryme."

"Ah, you are the Skeleton Baron, thank you for your generosity." The French did not seem to be afraid of the words "Skeleton Baron".

In his heart, it doesn't matter who it is, it's a matter between the army, and he is only responsible for saving lives and helping the wounded

Some wounded were carried out from the pile of corpses, some of them would die, and some would survive. But what? The disabled will have to spend their life in a wheelchair or hospital bed, and will be quickly put into the battlefield again, and will take another adventure that will never know the ending.

The heavy casualties made Commodore Gustav feel distressed and angry, but he was helpless.

In Lance, he had already suffered once of humiliation from the other party, and this time, he was still humiliated. He did his best, but he could not change all of this.

Ernst Bryme - Baron of Skeleton, this is a nightmare that Brigadier Gustav cannot escape in his life

He had already made a request for reinforcements to General El Raflan. Although Lieutenant General Raflan was as angry as him, he could only reluctantly agree to his subordinates' request.

This was the first tough battle after the spring offensive was launched. Both the Germans and the French were eager to win. It was precisely because of this that the Germans put their most elite troops on the front line.

Now it seems that the Germans have no doubt taken the upper hand.

It was already evening and it was time for supper. Brigadier General Gustav decided to temporarily forget all this unhappiness.

But at this moment, fierce artillery fire suddenly sounded on the German positions. The shells were overwhelmed and fell towards the French. The "rumbling" sound of cannons suddenly extinguished the French's "elegant interest" that wanted to have a good dinner.

Then, several tanks appeared on the road of attack, and around them were countless German soldiers!

Skeleton Commando - Counterattack!

The counterattack came so suddenly and violently that the French had no time to react.

Not long ago, the Nothy position had just passed the defensive battle. According to normal logic, the opponent had to adjust and redeploy, and would not fight back so quickly.

But now, such a thing really happened!

Death, send his forward again!

The tank rushed towards the here slowly, but unstoppable, and the German soldiers who were charging forward with all kinds of weapons in their hands kept spitting out flames and attacking the enemy with all their heart's content.

A hideous skeleton battle flag is guiding these most elite German soldiers to move forward and win the victory they should have won.

Long live - Skeleton Commando! Long live - Death's forward!

The French turned their heads and ran away. The heavy casualties in the offensive battle had already lost their confidence, and their spirits had been defeated in that attack.

These crazy Germans cannot be blocked.

Yes, they are madmen, all of them are madmen! In their eyes, war is simply a game. They regard blood as the noble honor of soldiers and regard victory as more important than their own lives.

This is a legend on the battlefield:
Chapter completed!