Napoleon held the telegram from Murat in his hand, his heart heavy.

Marseille is France's most important port on the Mediterranean, by no means. It is only more than 600 kilometers away from Paris, which is not too far for the Ming army.

As long as the Ming army gained a foothold in Marseille, it would be a nail driven into the flesh of the French.

It can be said that as long as Marseille falls, Paris will fall sooner or later.

"Delay the attack!" After weighing the situation again and again, Napoleon sighed helplessly.

He knew that this was a taboo for military strategists, but he had no choice. He had already prepared to send several divisions back to strengthen the defense of France.

At least on France's Mediterranean coast, strict precautions must be taken.

After the Ming army defeated the British army and wiped out the Voronezh salient, the southern front showed a strange calm!

If such a glorious victory had been achieved before.

Ming Dynasty will definitely take the opportunity to continue to tear apart the coalition defense line, and then penetrate into the rear of the coalition forces.

Keep fighting until all the advantages are taken and the remaining strength is unsustainable.

But now both sides are strictly guarding their battle lines, and the Ming army's small force reconnaissance fire has turned into a sudden artillery attack.

Rely on artillery raids to eliminate some coalition troops.

Other than that, no further action was taken.

The southern front was at a standstill, but the northern front was really a desperate fight.

Ding San was lying in the shell crater, and the hot shell crater made his hair curl.

But he still held the sniper rifle and lay motionless.

Ahead, Ming army tanks were guiding the infantry charge.

The charging formation was very dense, and everyone huddled behind the tanks.

You can see Maxim's bullets creating streaks of fire on the tank turret.

Ricochets flew everywhere and made a "pop" and "pop" sound when they landed on the ground.

Maxim can't even damage a tank, not to mention a Type III tank, even a Type I tank can hardly damage it at all.

The most terrible thing is the eighty-eight cannon!

This is the artillery that the Prussians rely on for their survival. It can shoot planes at the top and attack tanks at the bottom. It can be called a universal gun.

Even if it is the latest Type IV tank, one hit from the front is enough to drink a pot.

The sight is tightly locked on both sides of the tank, especially the crater or trench on the front of the vehicle body.

Suddenly, a Prussian soldier jumped out of the trench.

The explosive bag under his arm was hissing and emitting green smoke.

"Bang!" Almost at the same time as he sprang out, Ding San pulled the trigger.

At a distance of five hundred meters, the sniper bullet hit his shoulder with strong inertia.

"Fuck!" Ding San pulled the bolt and pushed the bullet, then loaded another bullet.

The target was clearly aimed at the chest, but this guy jumped up too fast.

The 12.7 mm bullet directly blew the Prussian soldier's shoulder away.

Blood flew and sprayed all over the ground, and the white snow was a shocking red.

The Prussian soldier was considered a tough guy. He had a bag of explosives in his mouth and was lying on the ground with difficulty on his only remaining arm.

This is a ten kilogram explosive bag. As long as it explodes under the tank, the people inside the tank will be shocked to death.

Ding San took aim and fired again, this time hitting his waist directly.

The 12.7mm bullet completely cut the Prussian soldier in half.

The two legs in the back were carried far away by the inertia.

The blood flowed even more, as if a fountain of blood spurted out from the ground.

It's just that this blood fountain cannot last long, and it will stop spraying in just three or two seconds.

The Prussian soldier still used his remaining arm to pull hard, trying to continue crawling forward.

But without the help of his feet, he couldn't climb out at all.

"Boom!" There was a huge explosion, and the explosive package exploded a few meters away from the tank.

The explosion sent smoke into the sky, and the billowing black smoke took the Prussian soldier back to his hometown of Bavaria.

This is another way the Prussian army used to deal with tanks, warriors charge!

Anyone who dares to do this lifeless job is a lifeless guy.

They usually end up with Ming tanks!

However, if one person destroys a tank, it is worth it to everyone, including themselves.

On the battlefield, human life is not valuable.

Ding San quickly put away his sniper rifle and ran towards a crater about thirty meters ahead.

Don't stay in a crater for too long, or you'll be hit by mortar shells.

Although that thing is not very accurate, it is still very scary when it is fired in volley.

If you don't protect it all, one of the bullets will fall on you, and you won't have the chance to regret it then.

Sure enough, as soon as Ding San ran into the crater, a dull explosion sounded from behind.

And not one, but dozens of them.

The shell crater where he had just hid was shrouded in smoke.

On the battlefield ahead, a dozen Ming tanks advanced in a row, firing cannons.

"Dang!" A shell hit the turret and bounced off the turret like a turtle lid.

This is not the 88 gun, but the 70mm infantry gun.

The barrel of this kind of infantry gun is too short, and its penetration ability is very small. It cannot penetrate the round turret of the Type III tank at all.

Tank was fine, but Ding San was in trouble.

The ricochet bomb fell directly five or six meters in front of Ding San, and the shell exploded with a "boom".

It knocked Ding San upside down, and shrapnel flew around his head!

Fortunately, I got into the crater, otherwise it would be like a sieve now.

"Hold!"

Ding San spat out the dirt in his mouth.

He set up his sniper rifle again and aimed at the suspicious craters and foxholes in front of the tank.

The old monkey crouched and followed the tank at the back.

The exhaust fumes from the tanks made the old monkey feel nauseous.

But even so, he still followed the tank.

This is the safest position, and no one else can grab it.

It doesn't matter if it's disgusting on the battlefield, it's a good thing if you don't take bullets.

Above his head, a 12.7 mm heavy machine gun fired.

Shell casings kept falling from the tank and hit the old monkey on the head several times.

This is a heavy machine gun indicating targets and firing at all suspicious places.

The first was to suppress the Prussian army's machine guns, and the second was to find the hiding place of the 88-gun.

"Hoo!" A light point came from the forest on the opposite side and flew past the tank turret.

The tank commander shouted in horror: "Eighty-eight guns!"

Several tracer bullets followed and hit the 88th Artillery position in the forest.

Almost immediately, more than a dozen tanks fired at the place pointed by the tracer bullets.

Plumes of smoke from exploding shells rose one after another, and finally, more explosions occurred.

There was a series of dull explosions, and even artillery shells were blown into the sky and exploded.

The ammunition exploded!

This eighty-eight cannon is finished.

The tank crews breathed a sigh of relief!

The 88 gun is firmly ranked among the top killers of Ming tanks!

The tanks behind them, emitting thick smoke, were all masterpieces of the 88-gun.
To be continued...