My own war game

Chapter 46 Disastrous Failure
A dozen small black dots flew over in the sky and crashed straight into the German attack line.

boom! boom! boom! !

Explosions were heard one after another in the woods. The power of these hand-held detonated grenades was about the same as that of hand grenades. A dozen of them exploded at the same time, and in an instant, a metal storm composed of fragments and steel balls blew up in front of the German troops.

"It's a rifle grenade! Hide! Hide quickly!"

"Get down! Everyone get down!"

"Medic! Someone's injured!"

The German army's skirmish line was in chaos, and wounded people were constantly being dragged away.

In fact, the effectiveness of grenade weapons will decrease in the woods, and the dense trees will weaken some of the shrapnel damage, so no German soldiers have been killed so far.

However, being attacked without even seeing the enemy was a huge blow to morale. The veterans could still rely on their experience to support and cover each other, but the reinforcements who had just arrived on the battlefield were so scared that they buried their heads in the grass like ostriches.

"Get up! Get up quickly! It takes time for them to reload. Rush to the stone wall for cover and suppress their firepower!" The commander in charge hit the new recruits lying on the ground with a few boots and urged the old soldiers to take the lead and continue the charge.

After two rounds of bombardment by mines and grenades, there were less than twenty German soldiers who had reached the stone wall. Under the leadership of the commander, the MAP18 submachine gunners responsible for suppressing the fire began to shoot at the opposite side relying on the stone wall.

After the sound of frying beans, white smoke rose from the direction of the grenade launcher position on the opposite side, but the gunfire stopped soon (the magazine needed to be changed)

"Damn it! How can this be called suppressive fire!" a sergeant complained angrily.

There was no way. During World War I, the German army's standard light machine gun was the MG08/15 rapid-fire model. Although it was called a light machine gun, it was actually just a model with a smaller water tank to slightly reduce its weight. It still could not be moved at will in actual combat, causing the German army to only rely on submachine guns in small-scale conflicts.

At this moment, a figure was shaking in the glass window of the villa opposite.

"Are you all ready?" He Chi asked in the room. The other people did not answer but just nodded and raised the black weapons in their hands - the French Lebel M1907/15 light machine gun.

This thing weighs 7.9 kilograms, which is more than half lighter than the German machine gun and can be operated by one person.

Four French Lebel M1907/15 light machine guns poked their black muzzles out of the windows, aimed at the stone wall, and began to unleash fierce firepower!

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
For a moment, gravel was flying everywhere. The German army's MAP18 submachine guns had no way to fight back. They were pressed under the stone wall and could not even lift their heads.

The French light machine guns, which had ample ammunition, even had time to "rest" with each other, always maintaining continuous suppression with two guns' firepower.

"Damn! Who is attacking?" The German commander couldn't help but curse.

Despite this, the Germans did not retreat, but instead hid behind the stone wall, occasionally firing a burst of bullets, because their mission was to attract the attention of the defenders and create conditions for friendly forces in the rear.

Compared to the noisy fighting in front, there was an eerie silence behind the villa. 20 German veterans used skilled tactical moves to slowly approach the target.

The explosions and machine gun sounds ahead had no effect on them at all, or in other words, the more intense the battle ahead, the more advantageous it was for them.

They were about to leave the jungle, but there was still no French guards in sight ahead, so the leading soldiers gestured to each other and made a preparation motion.

With a wave of his hand, a platoon of German soldiers swarmed forward and rushed out of the woods towards the manor at the same time.

Click!

The sound of mechanical loading.

There was a bang, a bullet belt was thrown over. Right in front of the charge, the muzzle of a heavy machine gun was pointed at them. Behind them, a giant man over 2 meters tall held the firing switch. The soldiers rushing forward could even see his white teeth.

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
A group of black crows were frightened and flew into the sky, cawing.

The dull sound of bullets hitting objects was like a hammer hitting the hearts of every German soldier on the periphery. The sound of heavy machine guns was different from other rapid-fire weapons, and any soldier with a little experience could hear it.

Those who have fought in wars all know how hopeless it is to encounter a heavy machine gun in front of you during a charge.

That's almost like suicide.

A messenger ran over breathlessly and whispered something to the major. His face was so panicked that the soldier even forgot to salute.

This is extremely rare in the German army, which has always been very disciplined.

The color of the major's face became increasingly darker as he received the report. He raised his telescope again to look at the smoke rising in the distance, and finally uttered through his teeth, "Let the people in front retreat!"

Metzer, who was standing nearby, said nothing, with a puzzled look on his face.

A few minutes later, at the German army's temporary camp, Metzer took the initiative to take charge of the task of counting the wounded.

"13 people were injured, 8 were killed, and one is missing. He may have fallen in the woods and was not found." Metzer reported while holding a notebook.

At this time, a soldier ran over and whispered something to him.

"Sorry, let me correct you. Eleven people were injured, ten were killed, and two did not survive the first aid." Metzer crossed out a number in the notebook.

Hearing this, the expression on the major's face became very ugly. There were a total of 50 people with a casualty rate of over %. They had not even seen the opponent's appearance clearly. Any commander would be furious.

"Strange, really strange." Metzer muttered to himself after observing the wounded soldier.

"What's so strange? Don't say half of the sentence." The major urged unhappily, as if he had forgotten that he had once said that Metzer would not be allowed to participate in command decisions.

"Sir, please look, all the fallen soldiers were shot in the chest, not a single bullet hit their sides or backs." Metzer pointed to the bloody holes on the chests of the fallen soldiers.

"So what?" The major didn't understand what the one-eyed lieutenant meant for a moment.

"It means they were attacked by fire from the front."

"Do you think I'm a fool? The soldier who came back alive has already reported." The major scolded unhappily upon hearing such meaningless words.

"I mean, they were only under fire from the front," the one-eyed lieutenant added.

"You mean..." The major seemed to understand a little.

"They were not hit by crossfire, and as an ambush, crossfire is the most effective means. Although there are many idiots among the French, they should still have this kind of military common sense."

“If they put two machine guns or even submachine guns on the flanks of this position, I bet no one would be able to come back alive without getting a single slap in the face.

The reason why I didn’t do this was probably not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t, which means…”

"Their numbers are so small that there are not even enough people to operate the guns." The lieutenant's one eye radiated a light that showed he could see through his opponent.

(End of this chapter)