Six No. 3 assault guns were slowly moving forward in the dissipating morning mist. Following these six assault guns were several SD.kz.1 type 8-wheeled heavy armored reconnaissance vehicles and less than 200 SS infantrymen. Some of these infantry were from those eight-wheeled armored vehicles, and some were soldiers of the 12th Motorized Infantry Company of the "Great German" flag team. The 12th Motorized Infantry Company and the 640th Assault gun company, which had just turned into the "Great German" flag team before the Battle of France, are now the sharp knife of the "Great German" flag team.

Rudolph Ribbentrop, who was on the battlefield for the first time, was both excited and nervous, and kept poking his head out to look ahead. The house in the small village ahead could be vaguely seen. It was a French village, which was already the land of the French Republic, and it looked slack in the garrison!

"Rudolph, don't stick your head out!" Gustav Schwarzenegger's loud voice suddenly rang. "The enemy may have a sniper!"

Rudolph Ribbintrov quickly retracted his head and followed the assault guns honestly. It turned out that there were a small number of French soldiers stationed in the village ahead, which should be the outpost of the French army on the front line of the Sedang-Maas River.

45 minutes ago, they had a fire with the 17th Motorized Reconnaissance Company of the Great German Flag Team. The Motorized Reconnaissance Company had only 5 wheeled armored vehicles, and it was difficult to attack the French army defending the village, so the 640th Assault Arson Company and the 12th Motorized Infantry Company were responsible for the "attack".

The "Great German" flag team equipped with 6 No. 3 assault guns has a very powerful offensive ability, because No. 3 assault gun not only has a 24-fold 75mm cannon, but also has the thickest armored steel at the front. Such firepower and armor were extremely powerful in 1940, and the French infantry divisions had almost no anti-tank weapons to deal with this assault gun.

"God, this is a tank, the German tank! Am I dreaming, right?"

Private François Bernard of the 12th Company of the 306th Infantry Regiment of the French Army, poked his head out from behind a low wall, looked at the battlefield covered by mist, and exclaimed immediately.

"Old Bolsheviks, are you dreaming? This is a forest area." Company commander Lieutenant Morrow leaned against a low wall made of stone, smoking a cigarette while speaking in a mocking tone. The 306th French Infantry Regiment was a second-line unit that was expanded after the beginning of the World War. Most of the officers of the Infantry Regiment were older reserve officers, and most of them were right-right in their political stance.

The soldiers in the army had complex compositions and basically had no passionate young people. They were all old uncles. They had families, careers and all kinds of thoughts that they didn't want to fight. Bernard, who was called the "old Bolshevik" by Captain Morrow, was the leader of the Left Y trade union before the outbreak of the war. Although he was not a Bolshevik, he was also an anti-war element. After being summoned to the army, he complained constantly and never trained well.

Lieutenant Morrow really wanted to discipline the union leader well, but there were people on the other side and were very familiar with the various regulations of the army (he was a trade union lawyer). He was not afraid of the training of a lieutenant (Lieutenant Morrow grew grapes in his hometown after retiring from the army).

"Captain, you'll know it yourself!" Private Bernard said in a trembling tone, "It's really a tank and there are many, at least 10!"

The sight in the mist was not very clear, and he mistakenly regarded the wheeled armored vehicle that was propelling with the tank as a tank.

"10?" Lieutenant Moro extinguished the cigarette butts and continued to say some sarcastic words. The rumbling motor sound had already reached his ears. The rumble of the judiciary who was in his thirties and had participated in the occupation of Ruhr area suddenly looked ugly. He quickly got up and turned around, half kneeled on the ground, carefully poked out half of his head with a helmet and looked around.

"God! What tank is this?" exclaimed the French lieutenant, "It looks bigger than the Charles D1 tank! And, and some of them look so strange...it doesn't seem to have a turret!"

"No turret?" Private Bernard asked, "So are there cannons?"

"Boom..."

The question was soon answered, and six No. 3 assault guns opened fire! Only one round of fire, the screams started behind the stone wall where Lieutenant Morrow's company was stationed. It turned out that a 75mm shell penetrated the stone wall, killing and injuring a large area of ​​people.

"Damn it!" Lieutenant Morrow also screamed, "It's a 75mm cannon!"

These are 6 75mm cannons that can move around and are protected by steel armor! The anti-tank weapons that Lieutenant Morrow's company possess are just a few anti-tank guns!

"Anti-tank gun!" Although he knew it was useless, Lieutenant Morrow still shouted, "Anti-tank gun is ready to shoot!" Then he shouted, "Messenger! Telephone! Take the phone..."

A few anti-tank guns could not resist the No. 3 assault gun, and Lieutenant Moro's mission was not to stop the German army. His mission was to discover and report it in time when the Germans "sneakly crossed" the Arden forest. Therefore, in this village, there was a regiment headquarters directly connected to the coloring.

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In fact, the French 306th Regiment's headquarters now knows that the situation is wrong, because the outpost battle has begun in full swing. On the edge of the Arden forest, several outpost strongholds have reportedly encountered attacks from German tanks and infantry.

Moreover, dozens of German planes are throwing bombs in Sedang City to create panic!

The commander of the 306th Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Andre, was quick to direct his regiment headquarters to transfer, and at the same time, he had to report all the bad news he had received to the commander of the 38th Division one by one. But he knew that this was useless!

Because everyone knows that the French Army is a slow-responsive bureaucracy, unless it is a place that big people are particularly concerned about, such as Belgium and the "Macino" defense line, other unimportant places are uploaded slowly and must be reported step by step, and there will be endless verification and delays. When emergencies here, it will be very fast to report to General Ganmolin within 24 hours.

There was no problem with such reporting speed from 1914 to 1918, and the war at that time was a very slow military operation.

But now, the Germans defeated Poland in 12 days! They broke through the Belgian defense line in 12 hours! After 24 hours, the situation here may be out of control... Now we can only ask the above to approve the blow up of several bridges on the Maas River. This is the only way to stop the German army from breaking through!

The French commander, who was in his forties, was obviously correct in his expectations, and in fact it was worse than he thought.

Because it takes less than 24 hours, only a few hours, the situation on the line of Seedon-Mas River will undergo drastic changes.

"No enemy plane was found! No enemy plane was found! Finished!" Rudolph Hessman, who was flying the Folk Zero fighter, was soaring in the sky, and 3,000 meters below was the rushing Maas River!

The brigade he is in is now performing air-optimistic missions around him. Although the Fokker Zero air combat performance is just as good as the B-109, one advantage of this aircraft is that most single-engine fighters in this era are beyond the reach of the vast range.

The super-large range means a long time to stay in the air. The Folk Zero often stays in the air for up to 5-6 hours, which has extremely high efficiency when performing air-optimal and escort missions. Therefore, this aircraft has become the favorite air-optimal fighter for frontline German commanders, and the frequency of attendance becomes very high.

In the past two days, Rudolph Hessman has been in the sky for more than 20 hours. Unfortunately, he did not shoot down an enemy plane! Not only did he not shoot down, he did not even encounter a fire exchange. It was so boring that he was extremely bored.

I originally thought that with the fierce battle of Belgium, his brigade would not have any chance to make meritorious contributions. However, I did not expect that from April 12, the brigade where Rudolph Hessman was located was transferred to the front line to carry out escort and air excellence missions.

"Received, Rudolph." Lieutenant Heinz Barr's voice came from his headphones, "Keep the height and keep watching."

It's still the same thing! Rudolph Hessman thought, today might be another boring day. In this area far away from the battlefield, it would be strange to meet French planes.

"Discover the plane!" Suddenly, Prince Wiesenfield was trembling with excitement, "Unknown aircraft group was found in 90 degrees east!"

The east? That was a plane from Germany, right? Rudolph Hessman also turned his head to search and immediately discovered it. At an altitude of 4,000-5,000 meters, there was a group of aircraft covering the sky and the sun! It was not dozens of planes, but hundreds or even a thousand planes.

"It's Junker 52! And the H-Skycraft..." Prince Wiesenfield shouted, "That's our plane, the airborne troops! Thank God, they want to airborne in Seed, now we have something to do!"

Airborne Seed? The old man (referring to Marshal Hessman) was confused? Rudolph Hessman thought, what's the best about sex? Why should we use precious airborne troops to seize it?

"Raise, pull up, height 5,000," Lieutenant Bartz's order reached Rudolf Hessman's ears, "There will definitely be a tough battle today! Good luck!"
Chapter completed!