Expedition to Europe

After the first attack, the Germans had a preliminary understanding of the defenders' combat capabilities.

The Seventh Army's staff was still very powerful. They quickly determined that the defenders' defensive weakness was Hill 185, the junction of the positions of the 3rd and 32nd Divisions.

So Crown Prince William no longer hesitated and ordered the troops to attack Hill 185 with all their strength, striving to conquer Hill 185, break through the defenders' front line, and then defeat the defenders.

Therefore, the firepower preparation before the second attack was more concentrated on Hill 185.

All the pressure was on Christopher.

215th Regiment Headquarters.

This headquarters was certainly not as solid as the joint headquarters. It was built in an anti-artillery cave on Hill 185. Although the space was not spacious, it basically had everything it should have, such as the communications squad, the staff and the combat command room. It was considered small but complete.

Christopher was in a bad mood at the moment. In the first attack just now, he had been forced to take out the reserve troops, and now he had no trump cards in his hand.

The German shells never stopped, falling one after another on the 185th high ground, shaking the light bulb above Christopher's head. Christopher looked at the flickering light expressionlessly, waiting for the moment when the phone was connected.

When the Germans started the second shelling, the telephone line between the 215th Regiment and the joint command was blown off, which gave Christopher a very bad premonition. Christopher decided that as long as the telephone line was connected, he would immediately request reinforcements.

Maybe he could request support from the third regiment next door. This thought flashed through Christopher's mind, and then he overturned it.

As a Frenchman, Christopher has his own pride. If he was forced to ask for help less than an hour after the battle began, it would be a shame.

But compared with victory, face does not seem to be that important.

But who can be blamed?

Thinking about the dense machine guns on the third regiment's position and the tanks that roamed around the third regiment's position to help in the battle just now, Christopher's heart was full of bitterness.

There was no way. Even if Christopher was given enough tanks, Christopher would not be able to use them unless Christopher had enough tankers.

At the same time, Xiang Ankang, who had enough tankers, was also angry. The target was Xiang Wuwei, the commander of the tank company of the third regiment. Xiang Wuwei was Xiang Ankang's cousin. He was originally the commander of the second battalion under Xiang Ankang. When the First Infantry Brigade got this batch of tanks, Xiang Wuwei took the initiative to ask to be the commander of the tank company, even if it meant being demoted.

In the end, Xiang Wuwei went to the tank company and also kept his rank of major.

According to the words of the brigade commander Liu Zizheng, this is called high-level assignment.

"Xiang Wuwei, what's wrong with you? Why haven't you fixed it yet? Didn't you say five minutes? It's been almost half an hour, and the Germans are coming up. Can you do it?" Xiang Ankang was anxious and squatted beside the tank and shouted.

The Third Regiment, like the Fourth Regiment, only had 10 tanks in the regiment. These were specially added by Brigade Commander Liu Zizheng before the war in order to strengthen the front-line defense. You should know that these 20 tanks are Liu Zizheng's favorites and are the troops directly under Liu Zizheng.

Just after repelling a German attack, one of the 10 tanks broke down. Xiang Ankang was extremely worried about the next battle and whether this would affect his cousin's military career.

"Brother, this is a serious problem. We can't fix it. The engine problem may have to be sent to the General Command, where there are professional technicians from the Renault factory." Xiang Wuwei was covered in oil and smashed the wrench in his hand to the ground.

"Engine..." Xiang Ankang blinked and tried to find a way. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he didn't want to ask the General Command for help. What if Liu Zizheng replaced the Fourth Regiment to defend? That would be unfair. Xiang Ankang still remembered the envious and jealous look of the Fourth Regiment Commander at the pre-war preparation meeting. He didn't want to be considered ineffective by the division commander and the brigade commander because of this.

"We have cars in our regiment, can we just unload one and replace it?" Xiang Ankang's imagination was full of ideas.

"Brother, don't say that's useless. Our cars have gasoline engines and tanks have diesel engines. Can they be the same?" Xiang Wuwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Unlike Xiang Ankang, who only knew how to train soldiers, Xiang Wuwei had received simple tank troubleshooting training and knew a little about these basic knowledge.

"What's the big deal? They are all 'machines' anyway. Can't we give them diesel? Yes, change the fuel tank too!" Xiang Ankang was still thinking divergently.

"I beg you, brother, please stop talking. With your way of doing things, we might as well just build one." Xiang Wuwei despised his unlearned cousin.

"Ah, what's your attitude? What's the matter? You think it's great to be able to drive a tank? Just build it now, who's afraid of who?" Xiang Ankang really had this idea.

"Okay, you are not afraid, but I am afraid of you." Xiang Wuwei did not argue with Xiang Ankang, and called a tank soldier to find a tow truck to help tow it away.

Xiang Ankang was not angry. After the battle just now, Xiang Ankang had a thorough understanding of the power of tanks. He really wanted to build two tanks, even if they were homemade tanks.

After circling the tank twice, Xiang Ankang called a platoon leader and whispered something like this.

"Brother Xiang, will this work?" The platoon leader expressed doubt.

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"Just go if I tell you to go, why are you nagging!" Xiang Ankang was dissatisfied.

"Yes!" The platoon leader cheered up, the village head saluted and turned around to call a few soldiers to get busy.

"What? Brother, are you really going to build a tank?" Xiang Wuwei was surprised.

"It's none of your business. Get ready to attack. The German artillery has begun to extend." Xiang Ankang was calm.

"Let's go, let's go, get ready to attack!" Xiang Wuwei listened carefully and found that the German artillery fire had indeed begun to extend, so he jumped on his No. 301 tank and called the tankmen who were ready to go.

The battle continued, blood and flesh flew, steel raged, and iron and fire continued to flow.

Or it can be said that the battle has never stopped, but has entered a climax again.

This time, the Germans' attack on the Third Regiment was not strong. Only about a battalion of enemies were attacking the Third Regiment's position, and the intensity of the attack was not very high. The soldiers charged much slower than the previous time, and their enthusiasm for destroying the barbed wire was not very high.

The Germans' attack focused on the 185 high ground guarded by the 215th Regiment.

At least two regiments of Germans were attacking, and they were attacking from two directions. And while the infantry was attacking, the German 77mm field guns were also pushed to a closer position, aiming at the French troops in the central defense position and continuing to bombard them.

Through the observation hole, Xiang Wuwei looked at Hill 185 with worry.

If the bombing continued like this, Hill 185 would probably become Hill 184.