I was a tycoon in World War I: Starting to save France

Chapter 42 Do you want to do it again?

Blood splattered and screams were heard.

Bullets flew around over the German military camp, making whistling sounds and drawing clearly visible lines in the air, like the strings pulling a kite.

But the end is not a beautiful pattern, but a pile of beaten flesh and glaring red.

The defenseless German troops were thrown into chaos by the hail of bullets, and many of them became corpses before they could figure out what was happening.

The officers shouted in the crowd to try to control the situation, but they didn't know what was happening and could only shout weakly: "Enemy situation, prepare for battle!"

But where is the enemy?

What to prepare?
Where to shoot?
Those standing, lying, and falling in a pool of blood in front were all our own people. Occasionally, a black shadow would flash by amid the roaring sound of the motor, followed by the terrifying sound of machine guns. The bullets were like giant sickles, ruthlessly reaping lives.

The soldiers were panicked, holding their guns but not daring to pull the trigger.

If you shoot in this situation, you will only hit your own people!
The cavalry's horses were tied neatly at the other end of the camp. Sensing danger, they raised their heads in fear and neighed loudly. Soon they broke free from the reins and ran away wildly, knocking down countless soldiers along the way and trampling them hard under their iron hooves.

A carriage loaded with ammunition was being pulled around by frightened horses. The ropes binding the ammunition boxes broke in the violent shaking, and shells poured down the carriage.

Finally, a row of bullets hit the carriage...

With a loud bang, the exploding ammunition instantly tore the carriage and the horses into pieces. Fire and smoke formed a small mushroom cloud in the military camp. All the nearby German soldiers were thrown into the air and then fell back to the ground in several pieces.

Even Major Browne, who was shooting, was shocked by the scene.

He had never known the Germans to be so easy to deal with, they seemed to just point their guns at the enemy and pull the trigger…

The speeding sidecar was very unstable. The bullets flew up and down uncontrollably. When it hit the ground, it would shake sideways due to vibration and inertia. There was no accuracy at all.

However, they do not require precision.

Because the enemy is right in front of us and is gathered in a group, no matter whether the bullets are fired up or down, left or right, they are all aimed at the enemy.

However, Major Browne felt that more German soldiers were not hit by bullets, but were injured in the chaos: they shot and injured their own people indiscriminately, ran in panic, were trampled by horses, and were killed by artillery shells.

Finally, the motorcycle team broke through the German camp.

Charles had said, "Don't fight too long, Major. You must make full use of your speed advantage. Once you slow down, you're done!"

Therefore, Major Brownie did not stop. He led the convoy back to the road and continued to move forward, just like a group of motorcycle riders breaking into a vegetable market, making a mess of everything before driving away.

The motorcycle was running smoothly on the road, and the soldiers remained silent. They seemed to have not yet recovered from the battle, or they did not believe that what had just happened was real.

After a while, someone screamed:
"What did we just do? Give the Germans a good beating?"

"Of course, didn't you see how miserable they were? My wheels are all red, that's all German blood!"

"It's unbelievable. We only have over 200 people, but we killed and injured over 20,000 people and left them unable to fight back. How did this happen?!"

Major Brownie swallowed his saliva. He also didn't expect this result. He looked in front and behind him. It seemed that everyone was there. Even if there were losses, they were minimal. Incredibly, this tactic really worked. Charles succeeded again!

He created a miracle again!
Major Browne was stunned for a moment, then he took out a map from his arms, looked at it, and shouted to the excited soldiers: "Hey, guys, do you want to do it again?"

……

Kluck stumbled to his feet and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. The military camp that had been in order just a moment ago was now in chaos.

There were burning tents, dead bodies all over the ground, and wounded soldiers lying on the ground wailing. The survivors seemed terrified. Some sat on the ground, not knowing what to do, while others were still lying there, not daring to get up.

Where are the enemies?
Kluke looked around, but there was no sign of the enemy.

If it weren't for the desolate scene, Kluck would have even doubted whether the enemy had ever been there.

The staff officer came running over from somewhere, breathing rapidly and speaking in a panic: "General, we have captured several enemies and their... three-wheeled motorcycles!"

Kluck gritted his teeth and signaled with a look for the staff officer to lead the way.

It was a sidecar that had overturned. The machine gunner's head was smashed in the accident, and the driver was shot in the chest and died on the spot.

Only the soldier sitting in the back seat was still alive, but his right leg was broken and folded under him at a weird angle.

He lay on the ground, trembling with pain, his face pale, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping from his forehead, but he dared not cry out. His eyes were filled with fear as he stared at the German soldiers surrounding him and the black muzzles of the guns overhead.

Kluck didn't care about the surviving prisoner at all. He cast his eyes on the upside-down three-wheeler with its wheels still turning, and bent down from time to time to look at its internal structure.

After a long while, he stood up and exclaimed expressionlessly: "What a genius design, combining the Maxim machine gun with a motorcycle, giving it superb firepower and good passability and mobility!"

Kluck seemed to understand why the covering troops did not raise the alarm. These three-wheeled motorcycles must have come from a mountain road or a small path. They bypassed the covering troops' defense zone and hit them directly from behind.

That's it!
Then, Kluck seemed to have thought of something. He looked in the direction where the motorcycle team disappeared and ordered the staff in a cold voice: "Order the 9th Army to organize defense. The enemy is heading in their direction!"

"Yes!"

Then Kluck added another order: "They may turn back, our troops will organize defense to the north!"

"Yes!"

The troops organized defense in the north in accordance with the order, and the logistics troops were left to clean up the mess in the rear. The artillery set up their artillery on open ground and aimed the muzzles at the road. Once enemy motorcycles appeared again, dense artillery shells would blow them into the sky.

"Come on, little mice, let's see where you can run to!" Kluck hid in his invisible body and observed the road ahead.

However, the sound of a motor suddenly came from behind.

Kluck thought to himself that something was wrong. He turned around suddenly and raised the telescope with trembling hands. Another enemy convoy?
He soon discovered that this was not the case. In the aperture of the telescope, he clearly saw a bloodstained convoy, which was clearly the enemy from before.

Damn it, they went around the highway in a circle!
As a German general, he was ambushed twice by the same unit on the same day!
And this time, it was the fragile artillery and logistics troops, as well as piles of artillery shells, that were under the enemy's attack!
(End of this chapter)