When the sound of thunder-like cannons sounded in the distance, Xia Fei seemed to be hit by a bolt from the blue.

Could it be that the Germans were prepared?

Impossible! Xiafei firmly believes that the Germans will not see through their plans.

In order to formulate this plan, Xia Fei tried his best. He chose the morning as the attack time because his opponent had just spent a vigilant night. He asked Betan's troops to divert the German 8th Army, which was in full swing recently, with the strongest combat power and deterrence. He chose the German 5th Army, which was large in number and excellent in equipment but a large number of new recruits, as the target of attack, to catch the opponent by taking the opponent's guard.

Xiafei was waiting for the German 8th Army to discover Betton's troops, and the suspects made the Germans think that their main force would ambush the 8th Army in the Boer River, causing the entire German middle road to turn towards the Boer River. A small-scale night raid by French fighter jets caused the German airship crew to descend from the sky, and then the German armored reconnaissance team that came to rescue came to the door again. This god-given opportunity finally allowed Beitang's 50,000 troops to successfully perform the role of "the main force of the French army". If the real target can be successfully damaged - the 5th Army commanded by Hindenburg, Xiafei also intends to eat up the reinforcements sent by the other two German armies respectively, and even repel the German army from the middle lane.

Xia Fei calculated Falkenhein, Gigi William and Hellingen, but he didn't know much about Hindenburg, the newly appointed veteran of the 5th Army. This was also the only uncertainty in his plan. In fact, before taking over the 5th Army, Hindenburg was not very famous and had no outstanding performance. Many French people had not even heard of his name. In the eyes of most French people, this 67-year-old veteran was just a temporary housekeeper sent by the German emperor to take charge of the crown prince. They were wrong. Hindenburg was Hindenburg, a seemingly ordinary but not simple German general.

Despite his unbelievable look, Xia Fei had to admit that this dense and orderly large-scale artillery attack could never be organized temporarily. His hands holding the telescope were trembling, and the uncovered French soldiers fell in pieces, and raindrop-like shells were ruthlessly harvesting the lives of weeds.

However, now the arrow has been released and there is no chance to take it back!

At this time, in the Boer River area, Guderian commanded his troops to line up in a "hammer" assault array. The front rows of tanks steadily advanced forward. Each row of tanks stopped alternately to shoot at the French army, smashing towards the French positions unstoppable like hammers. Armored vehicles and trucks loaded with infantry supported the tank troops in front like hammer handles. Their firepower and mortar support made this attack firm and thorough.

"General, we can't resist the German tanks at all!"

An officer who didn't know where the military cap was falling reported to Betton in panic that the French soldiers had retreated to the temporary positions and in the woods at this time. The shelling of dozens of rapid-fire cannons seemed weak, and the two hundred anti-tank rifles made by the French arsenal were helpless against the armored forces that charged in the cluster. Most of the French soldiers could only watch the German tanks rolled over their trenches and even their bodies.

"It doesn't matter! Our mission has been completed! It will take at least 3 hours for the German army to rush to support their 5th Army from here, and the Marshal should have achieved a perfect victory by then!"

Beidang, who had no idea about the situation on Xiafei, was still full of confidence at this time, and he looked as if he would not go to hell, who would enter the territory.

"General..." The officer was still a little confused.

"We are just bait, and after the fish take the bait, our mission is completed! Let the soldiers retreat into the woods!" Seeing his infantry almost using his flesh and blood to resist Guderian's armored troops, Betton was a little sad. Every second there were a large number of French soldiers casualties, all of which were French people of the same complexion and language as him.

"You know that the fire has blocked our retreat!"

"We are not going to evacuate here, but to withdraw into the woods and try to delay the German army outside. No matter how powerful their armored vehicles are, they cannot enter the woods!" Although they know the power of the German armored forces, seeing them with their own eyes still makes Betan feel very sad. Without the French's own armored forces, even if Xia Fei can win this battle, it will probably be difficult to save France's fate of failure. The despair of failure surged into the heart of the French commander more than thirty years ahead of schedule.

Lontiris, Tobias and their soldiers all breathed a sigh of relief. The French army, who had crossed the river, were retreating in panic. The center of gravity of the battlefield was far away from their positions. They suddenly changed from tenacious guards to spectators.

"We won!" Looking at the situation across the river, Longtiles knew that the French army there was already a desperate situation.

"They don't look like the main force of the French army!" Tobias said with some annoyance.

"I'm afraid this is the case!" Thinking of this, Lontiris was also disappointed, but these problems were not what soldiers like them had to consider. All they had to do was report truthfully based on what they saw in their eyes.

"By the way, the crew of those airships should still be in the hands of the French!"

Rontilis looked at Tobias blankly. This was the original purpose of his armored reconnaissance team coming here. However, looking at his exhausted and ammunition-exhausted soldiers, Rontilis had no choice but to entrust this mission to the opposite Guderi to install the A troops, and to send his blessings to the crew and pilots who were not sure of their lives and death.

"Cough...cough..."

Dirk and others covered their faces with their clothes, but were still choked by the smoke coming from time to time. The trees were dry in autumn, and it seemed that the fire in the woods was getting closer and closer to their "POW camp". If it weren't for the headwind, these poor Germans would have turned into roasted pigs. Although the battle outside the woods was very fierce, the French soldiers guarding them were still dedicated to their posts.

Not long after, a group of French soldiers retreated back to the woods in vain, and many people were dressed in disheveled clothes and even covered in blood. Then Betton appeared silently near the "Prison of War Camp".

"Hey, Frenchman! Have you tasted the power of our German army!" Marcus shouted, waving his fist at Betton.

Betton stopped beside the fence, "Translation, where is the translation?"

But there were messy crowds everywhere nearby, and it took a while before the translator appeared in front of Beton in a mess.

"General!"

"Tell me what this German pig is talking about!"

Betan said coldly that his emotions were not affected by the soldiers' low morale, and he firmly believed that Xia Fei could win.

"Yes, General!" The translator then asked Marcus what he wanted to convey to General Betan.

"The fists of our German army taste very good!" Marcus said with a sarcastic look.

Betton was not outdone, "I think the German roasted pig should taste better!"

Before Marcus could say anything, another German crew member shouted: "You lost! If you don't want to die, let us go back!"

"Let them pray that the troops outside their army will not go here and keep bombs and incendiary bombs!"

After saying that, Betan walked away coldly.

These people should be grateful, because there is no suspense in the battle here. At this time, all the German planes had been sent to support the 5th Army.

Compared to Betan's calmness, Xia Fei's mood was extremely bad. The main force of the French army was still attacking, but their courage seemed more like a moth to a flame. Most of the troops of the 5th Army of Hindenburg were concentrated on the front of the French army. With sufficient firepower and simple fortifications, 300,000 well-equipped quasi-German Guards fought against 400,000 French troops mainly composed of rifle bayonets. Under the dense and fierce firepower on the front, the French army was almost unable to move forward, and rows of French soldiers were swept down by German machine guns.

Badisa lay tightly on the ground, the German shells were falling down in piles, the ground was shaking violently, and he felt that his internal organs were about to be shaken. The explosion of fire flashed in the smoke, and countless flames spurted out from the German positions opposite, and French soldiers were shot down one by one. They opened their mouths and made their final shouts, but Badisa could not hear anything.

Poor Badisa looked around and there were French corpses or parts of his body everywhere. Many of his companions had fallen down. When they were hit by shells or bullets, their pill packs would explode more violently than German shells. Badisa's eardrum was broken by the self-destruction of a companion not far away. The brave Algerian was still thinking about his mission, but in his sight there was only countless German helmets and airships above his head on the German defense line, but there was nothing he was looking for.

Badisa stood up staggeringly. He wanted to find his target and complete the task given to him by the commander, but a few bullets quickly penetrated his body. He knelt on the ground with his knees, his eyes staring at the front without any attention, and felt this dying feeling in his heart. The bullet did not detonate the zha medicine bag on his back, but he felt no luck at all. He did not see the fire support the commander promised them, and he suddenly realized that his death was almost meaningless.

For the French, Badissa is just another failed cannon fodder.

In the command of the 5th Army, a colonel officer said in an incredible tone:

"The main force of the French army is still attacking. According to our estimates, the casualties of the French army have reached 30%!"

At the beginning of Hindenburg's arrival, the staff members who had been with Prince for a long time disagreed with the veteran. The battle had just begun, and their respect for Hindenburg was like a surging river. As staff members, they knew very well that the information in Hindenburg was obtained from them, but Hindenburg made an accurate judgment that they had not thought of.

"At this point, Xia Fei has no way out! If he retreats to the woods, his army will be subject to even more ruthless pursuit by our air force and armored forces. Even if he can retreat into the woods, they will not be able to hide invisibly as before. After all, there are hundreds of thousands of troops!" In the command center behind the battlefield, Hindenburg said calmly. This calm tone is related to age, but more from the control of the battle situation.

"Order our armored army to attack and encircle the French right wing, and leave the French left wing to the 8th Army of the Prince of East Prussia!"

As Hindenburg expected, except for Guderian and François's troops who assaulted the Boer River, Chentian's army moved back to the front team at the fastest speed. Compared with the road ahead, the road back was basically unobstructed. In addition, the East Prussian Legion had a high degree of mechanization. It ran 50 kilometers in just an hour to reach the left wing of the French army. At this time, the armored army of Hindenburg had just launched an attack.

“It’s incredible!”

Looking at the scene ahead, Chen Tian and his generals didn't believe their eyes. The main force of the French army they were looking for was here. The Hindenburg army not only did not encounter a surprise attack, but instead launched a beautiful ambush, dense artillery fire, flying planes and airships, infantry advancing forward in an orderly manner, and armored troops. Chen Tian felt that this was the most wonderful battlefield he had ever seen. Although the number of participants in the battle was not as good as that in the Lodz-Polish battle, the smoothness was far from that battle.

"He, how did he do it?"

Chen Tian finally experienced the truth about the saying that there are mountains outside the mountain and people outside. The French plan has been completely presented to him at this moment. This plan does have its wonders, but it was unexpectedly crushed by Hindenburg. The battle situation here has lost the suspense of victory and defeat. Chen Tian only wants to know how Hindenburg judged that the French goal was with him.

"France lost!"

Xia Fei sat on the war horse in dismay, and in his heart, the last glimmer of hope was shattered the moment the German artillery fire rang out.

"Marson, retreat!" A French general persuaded him, and around them, countless French soldiers had already defeated themselves.

"General, we have done our last part to save France, and we can have a clear conscience!"

Xia Fei lamented, and then retreated aimlessly south surrounded by guards. As the chief of staff of France, his war was over.

"Col. I am Major General Betan, the supreme commander of the French army here. I want to talk to your supreme commander!"

Beden had tidied up his military uniform and came to Guderian with a translator and a group of German soldiers. He had not received a telegram from Xiafei for a long time, and the telegram sent there was no response. The fire in the woods no longer allowed his troops to stay in it, and the German army did not take the risk of sending infantry into the woods, so Beden decided to surrender, but in his opinion, as long as Xiafei's main force wins, this surrender will only be temporary.

"I am the supreme commander here before General François arrives!" Guderian also straightened his chest and looked at the down-and-out French general.

"Aren't your commander the Prince of East Prussia, Germany?"

"Our Prince has led the main force of the army to encircle and annihilate your main force! You have lost!" Guderian looked at the defeated general in front of him, and his previous arrogance disappeared without a trace with this sentence.

"Lost?"

Betton looked unbelievable.

"Yes! You can choose to continue fighting or surrender to us!" Guderian said coldly.

All the words that Betan had thought of before had turned into garbage. He silently thought about the other party's words. If the main force of the German 8th Army did not come, the situation would probably be as what the German colonel said.

"We surrender!"
Chapter completed!