"Hey, this is the first one?"

"The sixth one is here, we have already broken through six positions."

"Hey, hey, keep going, keep going!"

The clamor of calls continued to sound in the first assault team of the trench.

A refreshing breakthrough!

The officers and soldiers of the First Assault Team of the Trench never thought that they could exert such great power. Continuous assaults basically did not take much effort. The French army could not make effective resistance under such lightning assaults.

The purpose of Wang Weiyi's assault was to break through, break through, and uninterrupted breakthrough. He would not deliberately care about how many enemies he had wiped out, cleaned the battlefield, and stabilized the defense line. All the tasks of placing him with the support troops led by Lieutenant Hall.

The losses were minimal, only one grenade and one melee soldier were killed in the continuous breakthrough, and such losses were completely insignificant compared to the results achieved.

Not only the first assault team, but also the other teams also received good news.

In the initial battle, the assault team that had never practiced this tactic seemed a little awkward, but as the battle progressed, the cooperation between them became more and more tacit.

On the first day of the autumn offensive, the Supplementary Battalion achieved surprising results.

During this day, they successively broke through the enemy's twelve large and small positions, among which the first assault team commanded by Wang Weiyi himself broke through half of the position.

The members of the assault team have no time to pay attention to how many enemies have been wiped out and how many enemies have been captured. Anyway, the latter Lieutenant Hall will make the correct statistics.

As night fell, Wang Weiyi led his assault team to break through the seventh French position and then issued an order to rest for a while.

A series of dazzling attacks surprised and amazed the German officers and soldiers of the first team. It has been a long time since I fought such an easy and enjoyable offensive battle.

After several attacks, the enemy's machine guns had not even been set up, and the German soldiers had already rushed to the front...

Ernst Bryme... Ernst Bryme... Wherever he is, there is a guarantee of victory!

Guderian undoubtedly admired this offensive method to the extreme. When he first heard the name and deeds of "The Creator of the Somme River Miracle", he was still guessing what kind of power it was to enable him to achieve such a miracle, but with the beginning of the offensive battle, Guderian finally understood.

It was definitely not accidental that Captain Ernst Breme could achieve such a achievement.

"Adolf, take someone to the front to reconnaissance." Wang Weiyi whispered to his subordinates: "Boncrerere, monitor the surroundings. The rest of them rest on the spot."

Steck sat down and as the commander of the melee soldiers, he had been working hard in today's battle, killing three pistols and killing four engineers.

Being able to kill seven enemies in a battle is enough to win a medal after the war.

There were two French prisoners over there, all intact. The first second after the German soldiers rushed into the trenches, they made the most correct decision:

Throw away your weapons and surrender!

Germany and France are very close to each other, and the two countries have a deep connection in their history. Although the Germans have never looked down on French soldiers, they are not very embarrassed.

The two French soldiers did not show too much fear, becoming prisoners might be a good thing. You have to know that you can safely survive the war in a prisoner's camp, and then you can return to your country after the war is over.

Strange French soldiers...

A French soldier stood up and moved, but Steck shouted: "Hey, you, be careful of being killed by a bullet!"

"It's okay, there are Germans everywhere here now." The French soldier muttered and sat down. After a while, he found a bag in the trench, rummaged through for a while, and shouted in surprise: "Look, we have such good luck, at least we still have a bottle of gin."

Steyck's eyes lit up. The French soldier opened the bottle jam, tasted it himself, and exclaimed loudly: "Hey, this bottle of wine is really good. Sergeant, you have a sip."

Steck took it, took a sip, and handed it to Captain Ernst: "Captain, take a sip."

Wang Weiyi also took a sip and handed it to Guderian, then said to the Frenchman: "What are your names?"

"Captain, I am Corporal Pippendu, this is Will Tinland. Before the war I opened a small winery, Will...he was a tailor."

Louis stared at Wang Weiyi tightly. Wang Weiyi suddenly became alert and thought he had hatred for him, but Louis immediately said with dissatisfaction:

"Captain, your military uniform doesn't fit very well. I think it must have been found here temporarily, right?"

Wang Weiyi was ridiculous and crying. When is this time? He actually has time to care about what others wear?

"If the neckline can be slightly larger, it will be much more beautiful." Will doesn't care how others view him at all, and he is serious. Then he is very disdainful:

"I admit that you are far superior to us on the battlefield, but I am really not satisfied with the Germans' taste in clothing."

No German soldier refuted him.

Well, the Germans can only admit helplessly that they must not argue with a Frenchman about clothing taste, because you are definitely not his opponent.

However, Will Tingland began to describe clothing incessantly. While praising French clothing, he also criticized German clothing. The advantages and disadvantages were clearly stated.

If the Germans defeated the French on the battlefield, they were defeated by Will Tingland alone in the field of clothing without any suspense.

"Hey, can anyone stop this damn guy?" Boncrerere couldn't listen: "Can no one ever speak of moral will?"

The German soldiers looked at each other and turned their eyes to Ernst Bleme.

Wang Weiyi silently turned his head, just pretending that he had seen nothing and heard nothing. He had to admit that he was by no means a match for Will Tinglander on this issue.

Shameful failure, Ernst Bryme, who was invincible on the battlefield, has now encountered shameful failure. Will is definitely an expert in this field.

"Captain, Captain, find out the situation ahead!"

Fortunately, Adolf Hitler, who came back, promptly helped Captain Ernst to free the siege. Hitler rolled and crawled back to the trench: "Captain, we seem to have found a big guy in front."
Chapter completed!