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Then, Fu Yunfeng picked up the submachine gun again and jumped lightly again.

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What a good child.

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What a brave soldier.

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An unprecedented pride emerged in Guo Yunfeng's heart.

This is Fu Yu's child, and in a sense it is also his own child.

By the afternoon of the battle, the battlefield was already in a state of heat. Many positions were broken by the French, but Guo Yunfeng and Jacart tried their best to organize a counterattack and regain some of the positions. However, before they could breathe, the new French attack came again.

Bodies were everywhere on every position, and almost no one was taken care of by the wounded.

The medical soldiers were sometimes rescuing an injured companion, but he would suddenly be hit by a bullet, and then fell to his companion who should have been treated by himself.

No one will shed a single tear for them anymore. Everyone knows that maybe they will die in this hot battlefield soon.

However, they did not want to leave too many regrets.

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Another layer of French soldiers slowly swarmed towards the position under the cover of tanks to defend against the German soldiers here, including General Jacquet's second son Polku.

Polku is perhaps the most honorable of all the Army Junior Divisions. His father is the commander of this unit, and he must not give his father any shame.

Their squad leader had been killed. At the most critical moment, Polku bravely assumed the responsibility of the commander. He showed calmness in commanding few soldiers who were far from his age, and bravely and calmly repelled the enemy's attacks again and again.

They would patiently wait for the enemy to approach, and then throw out a row of grenades in the explosions, and see the enemy screaming and dying.

Then, there was an extremely dense gunfire.

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On the flank position of Porku, was the squad where his elder brother Vinat was. The war that took place here was not inferior at all.

The two brothers had already bet on each other before joining the battle, and they wanted to see who killed more enemies in the battle and who would be the first to receive the Iron Cross.

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"Enemy tanks!" Someone shouted, and several French tanks were advancing in a arrogant manner. They seemed not afraid of anything that followed, the strafing of machine guns and shells whistling by.

"Fight! Fight!" A fanatical cry sounded from the position.

"Puff!" A shell flew towards the side armor of the German tank, and the German tank suddenly burned.

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Vennart was stunned by the scene before him. French tanks were rushing towards their camp. The French soldiers following a company of French soldiers. The German positions were already in a mess at this time, and everyone was fighting hard. The French machine guns did not pity anyone and swept over the German soldiers on the positions one by one.

Vennart saw a MG62 tweet not far away from him and the machine gunner was killed. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward quickly. He pulled open the bullet box, pulled out a whole bullet, hung it around his neck, and then put it into the bolt.

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"KaKa——"

"Tututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututututu

He rushed to the flank with a machine gun in his hand and swept the French infantry again. The French army was panicked. Dozens of people were knocked to the ground by the machine gun before they could sound the trigger, and then they were run over by the tanks behind them.

Vinart fired all the bullets in his hand, dropped the machine gun, and quickly found a bazooka. At this time, God was himself, and no bullet could block his path. He rushed to a place not far from a French tank in the front and fired the bazooka before the enemy stopped and fired the cannon.

The bazooka flame emitted high temperatures, but he was not uncomfortable and flew towards the slowly moving French soldiers.

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Flowers bloomed in the crowd, everyone was inspired by Vennart's crazy behavior, and everyone took up their weapons like a nerve, fighting back at the French army like a storm.

Here - has become a terrible furnace.

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Everyone was completely melted by it.

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To be continued...