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The inner cylinder was pulled out, and after the inner cylinder was locked, the firing mechanism was automatically connected to the rocket.

"I think Americans will be mad." In Richterhofen's laughter, rockets roared out. Almost at this same moment, the M72 rocket launcher in Guo Yunfeng's hand also roared.

"Boom" two loud, huge tanks stopped their attacks.

After a while, the tank's command tower was opened and several tank soldiers jumped out in a panic.

Fortunately, they were not shot by German commandos, but instead a burst of German laughter sounded on the Brest position.

What else is more pleasant than this?

Lieutenant Colonel Carls is really going to be mad. What are those damn Canadians doing to store so many weapons here? Why not use them all on the frontline?

Now, the enemy is hitting the Americans with American weapons! What else is more ironic than this?

"Increase the offensive forces!" The angry Lieutenant Colonel Carls finally lost his due calmness: "Col. Davis, I order you to replace the command of Captain Christopher, the idiot, at any cost. Yes, no matter what price I have to pay, I will completely eliminate those damn Germans!"

Lieutenant Colonel Carls fell into a state of madness, and he could not bear such shame at all.

However, the attack was definitely not as smooth as he thought.

The German commandos became more and more confident the more they fought. They knew that the Americans were just like this, even though they had a great advantage.

But this is not absolute. When a unit's confidence is fully stimulated, the combat effectiveness they burst out will be quite amazing.

They calmly defended their battlefield, even though their casualties were increasing. But what did it matter? Even if everyone here died, they reduced their pressure on the German troops on the front battlefield to the greatest extent.

And the eternal "Baron Song" that accompanied them all the time:

"His eyes are black. His blood is red. His tanks are rushing, his planes are soaring. The badges made of skeletons make enemies tremble, and the flag of death makes the daylight no longer. Rose is his romance, and steel is his will. Ernst, Ernst, Ernst!"

The singing fluttered on the battlefield, and the singing inspired the soldiers to fight.

At this moment, Wang Weiyi once again made up his mind that no matter what difficulties he had to encounter in the future, he had to lead Germany out of the predicament without hesitation.
Chapter completed!