Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 147 Tank Assault

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Airplanes painted with the Iron Cross flew overhead, seemingly searching for targets on the ground.

It quickly locked onto a tank on the road that was wobbling as it drove.

The pilot thought for a moment and prepared to lower the plane for a dive attack, but just as he was about to take aim, the enemy's armor exploded first.

Boom! !

Flames accompanied by explosions, and plumes of black smoke rose into the sky. The tank lay overturned and motionless by the roadside.

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"Did it explode internally after being damaged?" A fleeting thought crossed his mind, and in that short time, the bomber had already reached the target. After confirming once again that the target was of no value, the pilot increased the throttle and flew forward.

A minute later, the tank's hatch suddenly opened with a "bang".

Qin Hao crawled out from the top and tore off a piece of rubber that was still smoking.

This improved version of Houdini's smoke magic trick is smaller than the one from 1916 and is a useful tool for "playing dead" in everyday life.

After installing the new smoke generator, Qin Hao turned to look at the exterior of the Xiaer B1 tank, his lips twitching. He had driven too fast earlier, spilling all the cream, flour, and eggs on it, leaving the entire vehicle looking like it was covered in a layer of paste, a pitiful sight.

What's worse than its appearance is...

The tank is restarting!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The control lever groaned as Qin Hao struggled to maintain control of the 30-ton vehicle at 40 km/h, swerving wildly across the road.

As the vehicle jolted, various ingredients spilled from the armored vehicle that had previously served as a cutting board.

Wiping away the egg yolk dripping from the observation port, Qin Hao cursed loudly in the cockpit.

"This junk is such a pain to drive! The torsion bar never returns to its original position!"

"I already told you there's something wrong with the suspension! You insisted on driving it out!" Gunner Antoine tried to shrink himself up to avoid hitting the top cover. Having been a cook for many years, his current physique was simply not suitable for staying in a tank.

"Father, what do we do now?! We can't go back!" the short, fat gunner shouted.

"Drive forward to the colonel's side, he might be in trouble!" After saying this, the priest in the black robe pulled out a shovel, wedged it into the tank's gear shift, and kicked it hard.

As the vehicle vibrated, the cream that was originally hanging on the vehicle body splattered, and the Shire B1 tank seemed to be covered with a strange paint, twisting its body and rushing forward on the road.

A flock of crows followed behind, pecking at the broken eggs on the car wall as they flew.
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On the other side, in the town of Moncolnet.

hold head high!!!!!!!
A chilling whistling sound echoed through the sky as the Stuka bomber adjusted its attitude and began its descent!
"Shoot! Shoot them down!" an officer shouted.

A 25mm Hotchkiss anti-aircraft gun was pointed at the sky, along with three 13.2mm Hotchkiss machine guns.

Stuka was diving toward the position, and the gunner's sights were aimed at him.

The two sides charged at each other like medieval knights!

Thump thump thump!! Thump thump thump!!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! ! Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! !
Anti-aircraft guns and machine guns formed a barrage of fire, and a hail of bullets instantly enveloped the sky. Thick smoke billowed from the belly of the Stuka, and after losing its balance, it crashed headfirst into the ground.

Boom! !! !! An explosion rang out, and shattered parts rose into the sky.

However, the French soldiers were not happy.

The bomber that was just shot down is the only victory this unit has achieved in its air defense operations so far.

The 4th Armored Division was originally a hastily assembled unit with a severe shortage of anti-aircraft weapons. The fire network they had just deployed was the most impressive configuration de Gaulle had.

Elsewhere, more than ten Stukas were repeatedly diving and ravaging targets on the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions erupted one after another around the town, sending debris and shrapnel raining down.

when! !

A rock the size of a baby's fist flew up and hit De Gaulle's helmet, forcing him to lower his head again.

"Frank!!! How's the damage to the supplies?!" The colonel asked his adjutant, pressing down on his helmet. Because the battlefield was so noisy, he had to shout.

"The oil depot exploded! The grain is all burned!! The railway is only half destroyed!!" the adjutant shouted, his ears plugged.

"How many soldiers have been evacuated?!" "Only two battalions left! Everyone else has been evacuated! Sir, shall we go too?!"

De Gaulle glanced at the Stuka overhead and the German tanks that were faintly visible in the distance, then took one last look at the small town beside him.

Who knows when we'll be able to get a chance to fight back?

"Use all the explosives and blow up the train station! Then we'll retreat!" the colonel gave the final order.

As German reinforcements drew closer, de Gaulle and his adjutant boarded their Citroën 11CV command vehicle and rushed out of the town of Moncornet, almost at the last minute of the evacuation.

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A loud explosion rocked the town center; engineers were blowing up the town's train station and several key buildings.

Given that they are certain they cannot return in the short term, they must at least not hand over this transit point intact to the Germans.

Destroying one's own country's towns with one's own hands is a feeling that is hard to describe.

It was clearly a successful raid, forcing the German troops that had already infiltrated to turn back and burning a large amount of supplies.

But the final result left de Gaulle anything but happy.

Such a victory cannot change France's current fate.

"Sir! Watch out!" came the adjutant's exclamation from the side. De Gaulle felt his head being pressed down hard.

The next moment, the objects in my line of sight began to "spin".

hold head high!!!!!!!!

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The screech of the Stuka and the explosion of the bomb followed one after another, and the people in the vehicle felt as if they had been pushed hard by an invisible hand!

The command vehicle lurched violently, and the crew inside felt as if they had been thrown into the air and then crashed back down.

The sound of metal deforming rang in my ears, the car body tilted to the left, and a thick plume of black smoke billowed out from under the hood.

"Get out! Everyone get out! Protect the Colonel!" Lieutenant Frank kicked open the slightly deformed car door, first pulling out de Gaulle, then dragging out the driver.

"Sir! How are you feeling?" Only then did Frank notice that blood was dripping from the colonel's head.

“It’s just a scratch, let’s get out of here.” De Gaulle pressed a handkerchief to his head and struggled to sit up.

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A Stuka flew low overhead, seemingly checking the effect of the attack.

Frank pulled a MAS-38 submachine gun from the car, looked around, and saw a small grove of trees not far away. He told the remaining two guards to help the wounded colonel into the woods.

boom! ! ! !

An explosion rang out, and a Renault FT-17 in the distance was pierced by a shell, turning into a burning torch on the spot.

German tanks advanced and began engaging the rearguard of the 4th Panzer Division.

Bang bang bang!! Bang bang!!
A jumble of gunfire erupted in the distance; it was the soldiers at the rear buying time for their superiors.

Blood seeped through the handkerchief, flowing past de Gaulle's eyes, blurring the colonel's vision, and everything he saw was shrouded in a thick layer of blood.

The tall colonel pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. It read: "After destroying the town's facilities, retreat towards Laon and Soissons under the cover of armored forces."

"Hey, it seems even the best agents can't predict the future. I guess I'm not going anywhere now." De Gaulle chuckled self-deprecatingly and stuffed the paper back into his pocket.

The shadow of the Panzer III tank in the distance was getting closer and closer, its turret turned in this direction as if searching for a target, as if it would find this place in the next second.

The colonel took the submachine gun from the guard, preparing for a final stand.

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The Panzer III tank, which was in the middle of the operation, was hit by an attack from an unknown direction. Its thin side armor was pierced by a single shot, and it came to a miserable stop on the ground.

With their flanks under attack, the other German troops panicked, and the remaining few Panzer III tanks began to reverse in a frantic manner.

Both the French and German troops turned their heads to look in the direction of the firing.

A Char B1 tank appeared on the flank of the German tanks as if descending from the heavens, its 75mm main gun aimed at the enemy ahead.

Uh, something like cream was dripping down the cannon barrel.

(End of this chapter)