Expedition to Europe

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Morale is a thing that will rise, fall, and finally run out. When morale is completely gone, it will be the beginning of collapse.

The Foreign Legion's style of play is like Spanish bullfighting, and the Germans are the poor bulls. After two rounds of bombardment, the Germans' morale was not completely gone, but at least it plummeted. The German soldiers were furious at the Foreign Legion's style of play. They needed an outlet to vent their anger. If the object of venting was not the Foreign Legion, then it might be their own people.

The German commander could not do nothing and let this negative emotion continue to accumulate.

Being played like a dog, even a common man would go up and fight, let alone an army with extremely violent means.

So the German commander gave an order, and the artillery hidden in the second front removed the camouflage, took off the gun cover, and prepared to use artillery shells to fight back against the provocation of the Foreign Legion.

The German artillery was hidden in the woods, covered with camouflage nets to avoid French aerial reconnaissance. The Germans even built a lot of artillery carts outside the woods, with oak barrels on them, to disguise as artillery positions to deceive French reconnaissance. In World War I, this method was often used, not only by the Germans, but also by the French and British.

Just as the Germans were preparing to bombard, the damned Foreign Legion retreated to the starting position and pretended to be ready to attack again. The commander of this unit was Chen Kangjian. Chen Kangjian was famous in the Foreign Legion for taking advantage of others without suffering any loss. He had a good habit that as long as he could take advantage, he was not afraid of tossing a few more times. Therefore, Chen Kangjian had no psychological burden at all in carrying out this seemingly unchivalrous mission.

Chen Kangjian was Chinese, and chivalry had nothing to do with Chen Kangjian. Chen Kangjian followed Qin Zhiyuan and believed in pragmatism.

"Wow hahaha... how is it? We just ran for a while, and the Germans were blown up. Isn't this more comfortable than us going up and fighting to the death?" Chen Kangjian was very proud. He would laugh even in his dreams when he got the chance to take advantage of the situation without losing anyone.

"Battalion commander, it's great! It's really great!" Wang Dingshan is now Chen Kangjian's right-hand man, and he would come to flatter him whenever he got the chance.

"Hahaha... It's not us who are great, it's our regiment commander who is great! I tell you, if you follow the regiment commander, you can get meat!" Chen Kangjian was grateful to Qin Zhiyuan for being able to transform from a laborer into an officer.

"That's right, Master Qin is not an ordinary person." Qin Zhiyuan rescued Wang Dingshan and his laborers from the British, and Wang Dingshan was no less grateful to Qin Zhiyuan than Chen Kangjian.

Chen Kangjian met Qin Zhiyuan when he was still on the ship, and he stayed with Qin Zhiyuan after getting off the ship. With Qin Zhiyuan's protection, Chen Kangjian and his group of laborers were never bullied by foreigners. Wang Dingshan was different. There was no figure like Qin Zhiyuan in Wang Dingshan's group, and they were assigned to the British side. In just one month, Wang Dingshan and his group suffered a lot. After joining the Sixth Regiment, not only did their daily wages increase a lot, they ate well, dressed well, were not bullied, and were not looked at with prejudice. It was precisely because of the comparison that Wang Dingshan was more grateful to Qin Zhiyuan.

Boom!

Chen Kangjian and Wang Dingshan were flattering each other, and suddenly a shell exploded not far from them.

"Fuck! Who the hell shot it? It almost hit us, can you guys shoot accurately?" Chen Kangjian thought it was the French who missed, and turned around and yelled.

"Master Chen, that's not right! This cannon was not fired by our people, but by the Germans!" Wang Dingshan was also a martial artist, and listening to the wind and identifying the position was a basic ability. He heard the direction of the artillery attack from the whistling sound of the shells in the air.

"The Germans shot it?" Chen Kangjian looked suspicious.

"Yes! It must be! The Germans are not very good at firing cannons. They only fired one shot. It seems that they were scared to death by our artillery!" Wang Dingshan vowed.

"Scared to death? Not necessarily!" People who like to take advantage don't want to suffer losses. They will think about the gains and losses at the slightest sign of trouble.

"Damn! Run, run quickly, they were aiming just now." Chen Kangjian thought for a while and came to a horrifying conclusion.

Chen Kangjian saw the miserable state of the Germans just now. The flying limbs and arms left a deep impression on Chen Kangjian. Chinese people pay attention to perfection and symmetry in doing things. Even if they die, they will leave a whole body. When Chen Kangjian thought about dying like being torn apart by five horses, he wished he could grow wings on his ribs. He didn't want to be sewn up with needles before being buried.

"Run!"

"The wind is strong!"

"Hurry!"

It was indeed a mob. When they were anxious, they even said underworld jargon.

These guys have all practiced 400-meter obstacle courses. Although they were in agony during practice, the effect can be seen now. The terrain here is complex, with ditches, ridges, and shell craters, but these guys run faster than rabbits, as if they were walking on flat ground, with the wind under their feet, and a bit of "flying on the grass", which only made the Germans who were observing the landing point of the shells dumbfounded.

The Germans who were using periscopes in the trenches to observe the landing point were very excited just now, and kept muttering while observing: Shameless Foreign Legion, damn Foreign Legion, you will taste the greetings from the Germans in a moment...

Just when revenge was about to be taken, the German observer found that the foreign legion was fleeing like a rabbit being chased by a hound. The observer was stunned: Damn, they were slower than a turtle when charging just now, but now they are running faster than a rabbit. What kind of people are they!

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Beyond-visual-range shooting of artillery is a troublesome matter. In the early 20th century, artillery units had no gun-aiming radar and no computer-assisted calculations. They could only rely on the manual calculation ability of artillerymen to calculate the general direction and then command the artillery to carry out fire strikes. Before the strike, a test shot must be conducted, and the direction must be corrected according to the landing point before fire coverage can be carried out.

Now that the landing point deviation has been notified to the rear, it is too late to modify it...

Boom boom boom...

The shells, which are as dense as the French artillery fire, fell like rain, hitting nothing except the stagnant water and mud on the ground.

Chen Kangjian and his men ran too fast. The only one who sprained his ankle was carried by three people. There were also people beside him to help carry guns and backpacks. All that was left for the Germans was a mess of footprints.

"Quick, calculate the position of the German artillery position and request aircraft reconnaissance." Now the professionalism of the French artillery was shown. Demps Gale responded immediately.

In addition to fire suppression, artillery also has a role of fire counterattack, which is to use artillery to knock out the enemy's artillery. This is one of the advantages of French artillery. Compared with the Germans, the French are still very capable in this regard.

Ten minutes later, the German artillery bombardment had not stopped yet, and the French artillery shells fired over, targeting the German artillery position.

This day was really lively.