Once it is destroyed by the 88-gun, the flames coming out of the tank can be as high as five or six meters.

The invulnerable tank has become an iron coffin for the soldiers.

The ammunition inside exploded, and even the turret could be blown away.

At the same time, many infantrymen behind were directly killed.

The roar of tanks on the ground was echoed in the sky by the roar of Stukas.

Stukas were flying fiercely in the sky, and their purpose was to attract the 88-gun attack.

Once the 88-gun fires, the Stuka in the sky will immediately pounce on it like a shark that smells blood.

After one bomb, the 88-year-old cannon ceased to exist.

The Stuka, which was exposed to the bomb, began to lower its altitude and fired recklessly at the Prussian position below.

The 12.7mm bullets were connected in a string, lashing the ground like a whip.

The people on the ground were beaten so hard that they were knocked off their feet!

Hearing this death cry, the Prussian soldiers got into the shell-proof holes early.

The tank finally reached a distance of fifty or sixty meters, and the infantry began to emerge from behind the tank and rush towards the Prussian army's trenches.

The Stuka flew away in the sky. From this distance, they could not drop bombs or conduct strafing fire, because they would injure their own people if they were not careful.

This is also the only chance for the Prussian army to defeat the Ming Dynasty.

Urged by the whistle, the soldiers got out of the bunker, pulled out the grenades, and threw them out without looking at the target.

With the sound of grenades exploding, the Prussian poked his head out and fired the rifle whenever he saw a figure.

Even though many people were hit by tank machine guns, many more people successfully fired.

From a distance of fifty to sixty meters, the marksmanship is astonishingly accurate.

A dozen Ming soldiers were immediately knocked to the ground, and the rest all lay on the ground, throwing grenades while crawling towards the Prussian position.

"ah……!"

From the trench closest to the tank, a man with his body on fire suddenly rushed out.

This was a victim who had just been given an incendiary bomb. Black smoke was rising from the flames, and the person inside the flames let out a horrifying howl.

This guy didn't have a gun in his hand, but he was holding on to a blasting tube.

Before anyone could react, they roared and rushed towards the Ming army tank.

A tank that rushed too far forward became a target. Pyro rushed under the tank and got directly in with his body closed.

"Boom!" The tank's huge steel body shook for a moment, and then lay still.

"Go, go, go!" The old monkey threw a grenade in front of him.

Taking advantage of the thick smoke from the explosion, he ran forward more than ten meters.

As soon as he lay down, several bullets flew past his head.

The war of artillery shells became a war of grenades and rifles.

As the distance got closer, the casualties began to increase uncontrollably.

The old monkey turned over and entered the trench, regardless of whether there was anyone or not.

The Aka rifle in his hand fired half a shot this way and half a shot that way.

He hung his Aka rifle on his shoulder, held a grenade in one hand, and a cannon box in the other, and searched along the trench.

When I encountered a turn, I pulled the trigger of the grenade and threw it.

After the explosion, before the smoke cleared, the box cannon fired at the figure inside the smoke.

When the soldiers behind him saw how fierce the company commander was, they immediately swarmed forward, and the sound of grenades and rifles rang out.

After rushing out of the trench for a long time, when he came to the last corner, the old monkey king touched his waist and found nothing.

No more grenades!

Gritting his teeth, he changed the magazine of the Aka rifle.

Stretch out the gun and shoot outside.

After sweeping through, he picked up the box cannon and rushed out.

This was a machine gun position, machine gun parts were shattered on the ground, and two bloody corpses were overturned outside the trench.

It seemed that the mortar bombs came before me.

Sitting helplessly in the trench, all the strength in my body seemed to be drained out of me.

The sound of gunfire on the position became smaller and smaller, and the old monkey knew that the Prussians were almost finished.

There must have been a lot of casualties in this battle. Damn it, I didn't expect the Prussians to be so difficult to deal with.

Much more difficult than the French!

Li Xiao took the telegram from the front in his hand and looked at the map again.

As I imagined, the Prussians were tenacious and good at fighting.

After a day of attacking, the sharp knife company at the front suffered 60% casualties.

It was only with the support of superior firepower and tanks that it was able to gnaw away a few strongholds on Vyazma's outer defense line.

"The Prussians are difficult to fight. Their fighting spirit is far greater than that of the French.

The sharp knives knocked down two positions in a row, but not a single living person was seen.

All soldiers persisted until the last moment.

There were even wounded people holding grenades loaded with corpses, and when our troops were not paying attention, they blew themselves up and killed our soldiers."

Stewie also held the telegram in his hand and shook his head helplessly.

They thought that the Prussians would be more difficult to defeat, but they did not expect that they would be so difficult to defeat.

"The harder it is to fight, the harder it is to fight. Our soldiers cannot always pick weak persimmons.

I'm used to fighting in smooth battles, but if I encounter a tough battle in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to persevere."

Li Xiao doesn’t care!

From the Liao army to the Ming army, these people under my command fought too many battles along the way.

It requires some hard work and tempering. Only those who have cut the steel knife will know whether it is sharp or not.

"Fortunately, there was no movement on the southern front, and Napoleon had no intention of attacking.

According to aerial reconnaissance, some of their troops are even showing signs of withdrawing into the country."

"This is not possible! The southern front must be pressed hard, and Napoleon cannot escape." Hearing that Napoleon wanted to withdraw his troops, Li Xiao immediately became solemn.

"Commander, the strength of our southern front is...!" Shi Dewei hesitated. The strength of the southern front was only one-fifth of the coalition forces.

The firepower of tanks and heavy artillery is not as abundant as that of the Northern Front.

It really provoked Napoleon to launch a desperate attack. Whether he could withstand it or not was a question.

"This battle is not about winning!

But to destroy the backbone of the entire European resistance.

To be precise, it means to eliminate their ability to resist.

What is the ability to resist? It’s human resources!”

Li Xiao clenched his fists.

Stewie felt a chill in his heart, and a terrible image appeared in his mind.

"If we win and then massacre, hatred will blind Europeans.

It is impossible for our grandchildren, our grandchildren's grandchildren, and our descendants to reconcile.

This deal is not a good deal.

Only when people are eliminated on the battlefield, the history books will only record some achievements, and there will be no words of abuse.

This is a difference in reputation, but also a practical need.

I believe that when the news of Er Er's successful landing at Marseilles reached Napoleon, he actually didn't want to fight.

But what if he doesn't fight? It doesn't matter if he wants to fight or not.

The important thing is, I want to fight!"
Chapter completed!