Ney, commander of the French First Army, was a little depressed. He had basically been marching during this period of time.

Without fighting, the troops were exhausted.

In particular, marching in the mud in heavy rain caused some non-combat attrition of the troops.

Even Ney herself caught a cold.

The spring rain in Ukraine is so fucking cold.

Several times Ney restocked the boat with winter equipment.

Wearing winter clothes, it's okay if you don't get caught in the rain, but if you do get caught in the rain.

Oh my god, those clothes are heavier than rocks.

Moreover, once your clothes get wet, there is really no place to dry them.

Anyone who wears such clothes will get sick.

"Marshal, let the boys take a rest in Belgorod before moving forward.

Just take a day or two to rest!

After all, the troops have just emerged from the mud." Woodward, commander of the 33rd Division, carefully reminded the commander.

"I also want the boys to take a rest, but His Majesty the Emperor's order does not allow it."

Ney saw the fatigue of the troops. Anyone who marched non-stop for more than half a month and marched in heavy rain for four days would complain.

"But general, if the troops are so exhausted, if they encounter the Ming army...!" Woodward has participated in many battles with the Ming army.

He knew very well that marching one hundred kilometers every day was simply an impossible task for the French army.

Even if it is completed forcefully, the physical fitness of the soldiers will be greatly reduced.

But for the Ming army, marching a hundred kilometers every day was not a big problem.

They can even march more than 100 kilometers in one night.

Moreover, soldiers traveling in vehicles can join the battle as soon as they reach their destination.

Physically, there is not much loss at all.

"Woodward, your 33rd Division is the forward.

You must send out forwards to conduct careful reconnaissance, and immediately switch to defense as soon as you smell the smell of gasoline.

Also, no matter what situation you encounter, you are not allowed to give an order to retreat."

Ney knew very well that if the Ming army dared to ambush his 200,000-strong army.

That must be the moving tank force!

When ordinary infantrymen face tanks, if they retreat and are forced to attack... then the whole army will be destroyed.

The only way is to defend on the spot and rely on the equipment in hand to withstand the Ming army's attack.

The First Army is the main force of the French army. Other units generally lack anti-tank weapons, but the First Army does not lack them.

After all, the teacher, Marshal Murat, is now in charge of the empire's military industry.

When we have good things, we must give priority to the old troops.

The Thirty-Third Division can be regarded as the direct line among the direct line, the main force among the main forces.

Not only is the organization larger than other divisions, but their weapons are also the best among the entire French army.

Even the logistical supplies are better than other French military divisions.

Other French troops were still nibbling bread, and the officers and soldiers of the 33rd Division had broth to drink.

This is also the reason why Ney felt comfortable leaving the forward position to the 33rd Division.

Otherwise, other division commanders would have no chance to talk to Ney like this.

"Yes!" Woodward knew that it was useless to say anything.

Even though Ney was a marshal, he did not dare to disobey His Majesty the Emperor's orders.

After a night's rest, the 33rd Division got up on time at six in the morning, had breakfast and prepared to set off.

The scout cavalry was sent out at half past five to scout the positions they would pass today.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the troops of the 33rd Division set off on time.

But the troops had just been marching for twenty minutes, and some troops hadn't even set off yet.

The two cavalrymen beat their horses and ran back like crazy.

The war horses rushed into the marching team like arrows: "Ming Army!

Ming army!"

The tank division carried out ambushes, a tradition inherited from the cavalry.

When the 1st Cavalry Division was still a cavalry division, they often did this.

Zu Kuan was also a cavalry general at that time, and he often did this kind of underhanded tactics.

Usually they find a woods, and the cavalry ambush in the woods in advance. When they see the enemy passing by, they suddenly rush out.

Unprepared infantry will be overwhelmed by the galloping cavalry in an instant.

There were even some mobs that collapsed without resistance.

Now that they have tanks, the Ming army still likes to play sneak attacks.

This may have something to do with the tradition of the Ming army. When Li Xiao started his career, he did not use any underhanded tactics.

As a result, now, the Ming army is already the strongest military in the world, but they still don't like to fight openly and openly.

A group of French troops appeared in Zu Kuan's sight, and Zu Kuan glanced at his pocket watch.

It was just 8:20!

Not every section of the road has woods on the roadside, so the Ming army cannot always hide.

After all, those iron guys behind you are three and a half meters tall. It's not that easy to hide your figure.

As a row of artillery shells fell on the French march, a tank ambushed in the woods on the roadside began to fire wildly.

Type 1 tanks are equipped with twin 25-inch rapid-fire cannons. This high-rate weapon is no different from Death's scythe when fighting an ambush.

Before the French army could react, a series of artillery shells were fired.

Flesh and blood flying everywhere is no longer enough to describe the scene in front of me. The dual 25-5 rapid-fire cannons have a rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute.

The bullets swept up and turned into a barrage of steel.

People and objects that hit this barrage, or were hit by this barrage, were all turned into pieces.

The French company at the front was completely wiped out within a few shots.

A type of tank quickly launched its chariot and rushed directly towards the temporary French military formation.

The twin 25 rapid-fire cannons kept spitting out tongues of fire, and the French infantry were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, unable to organize a decent resistance at all.

In just half an hour, there were not many people left in a French infantry battalion.

"Attack forward!" After the first tank division was deployed, the attack front covered a full eight kilometers.

The tank roared and rushed towards the fleeing French army.

After receiving the news that the forward battalion had been annihilated, Woodward did not panic.

As an elite member of the French army, they would build simple positions when camping at night.

Although we only stayed for one night, we still dug a lot of foxholes around the perimeter.

It is too late to dig trenches now, but it is possible to resist with the help of these foxholes.

Zu Kuan stood inside the tank turret, leaned out of the turret, and kept searching for traces of the enemy with the telescope in his hand.

A large group of French soldiers occupied the bush!

They seemed to have dug foxholes there, and bullets kept coming from that way.

A group of Ming army tanks rushed over, and they were the tanks at the front.

Although the coalition's current rocket launchers can effectively penetrate a type of tank at a distance of 100 meters.

But Zukuan didn't care. After all, the rapid-fire cannon on the Type 1 tank had a range of two thousand meters.

The Type 1 tank not only has twin 25mm rapid-fire cannons, but also a 12.7mm machine gun on the roof.

If the enemy is allowed to reach a distance of 100 meters, then this car of people deserves to be killed.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the Type 1 tank weighing 18 tons was lifted three to four meters high by the explosion.

It fell to the ground and the ammunition inside began to explode.

"Holy shit!" Zu Kuan was startled by the huge explosion.

This anti-tank mine is so fucking powerful, how much does it cost?
To be continued...