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When the whistle sounded, the French attack began, and from Gustav Commodore to one of the most common French soldiers below there was no doubt about the victory.

Under such a shelling, is there anyone else who will continue to fight in the end? This is the case for French soldiers.

However, at this time, Nino, all the mortars, heavy machine guns, rifles, and even the Tank were already in preparation.

Wang Weizhen looked coldly at the French army who swarmed and smiled a little.

He put the whistle on his lips.

“Preparation – preparation -“

The long-awaited voices of the officers at all levels have sounded, and all the people have entered the combat state…

“ready–“

A familiar whistle sounded… The mortar was the first to whistle, and the shells swayed into a savage form and fell into the French intensive charge. Then they took blood and flesh and drew a picture in front of the Ninohi position. The cruelest picture…

France was bombed and the door to hell was opened. The devil opened his mouth and began to sneer and welcome the new soul.

The officers of the French army screamed in their mouths and tried their best to prevent the team from collapsing. Then, the re-organized French army re-entered the attack.

Enter the range!

At the time of Nino, all the weapons on the Tank and the position fire at the same time!

The dance party of death was invited to send… Every Frenchman who participated in the attack received an invitation to the ball.

This is an invitation that no one can refuse. When the death feast begins to die, no one who receives the invitation has the power to get rid of the sickle of death…

The position began to rise in the fog. But that is not the fog of nature, but the “blood fog” composed of countless splashes of blood!

In the bloody fog, hundreds of French people fell in the machine guns… Death sent his forwards, madly harvesting their spoils.

Numerous fire tongues are interwoven into a fire net that makes all enemies invisible. Life is so small in this big net, people who enter the net will be subjected to the most brutal revenge after a little struggle…

The French soldiers who rushed to the front died, and the French officers who commanded the attack died. Every minute and every second, people died. No one can break through this terrible fate curse…

“The striker of death”!

After the outbreak of the Nero attack, the Skulls commando began to have such a horror to the extreme.

Indeed, there was a layer of corpses in front of the position. The bloody fog in the air, together with the last time on the Noci position, is always dancing, the chilling Skulls battle flag… everything, the elite army of this German became the death striker synonym……

The French have lost. In the face of such defenses, the intensive formation of the charge can only be suicide!

In this attack alone, the French left more than 1,200 bodies in front of the Ninohi position. Most of them were killed by machine guns.

Mark’s heavy machine gun and Madsen light machine gun formed the protagonist of this killing; mortars and tanks became the most dazzling supporting role; and those German soldiers armed with Mauser rifles. It has become the most important part of it!

The director of this killing feast has only one person:

Ernst .Breem !

There is a breath of death in the air, unable to breathe hard. A little bit of effort may make people’s stomachs fall into the sea, and there will be no appetite anymore…

The same is true of Wang Weizhen.

When he came to this era, he had already experienced countless battles. He was used to death, was used to bleeding, and used to see the body. But this battle still made him feel so thrilling.

Human life is so despicable here…

This. It’s just the beginning, just a foreplay of countless deaths. Soon, more bloody things will break out.

When all the people who have experienced this war are gradually dying and gradually getting older, most of them will not be willing to recall this war.

This is a terrible memory that they are not willing to think of in their lifetime…

The French, who came up like the tide, fell back like the tide. The Germans who won the victory did not hear their cheers on the position.

There is nothing to cheer about. Maybe when the next attack begins, the dead will be himself.

Wang Weizhen’s eyes looked around the battlefield and found that his men were lying in the field, only one person. In the eyes, there is a flash of fanaticism:

Adolf .Hitler !

Wang Weizhen was surprised to find that Hitler’s eyes stared at the front of the position without hesitation, staring at the bodies, as if to find something from the body.

And his left hand, already clenched his fist, may have waved even though he didn’t notice it… He seems to be venting the excitement in his heart…

Hitler is quietly changing, and even Wang Weizhen has not found it before… He became eager for war and hoped to build a feat in the war, hoping to become a man like Lieutenant Colonel Ernst. Breem.

Is it right or wrong to bring him to the battlefield and to work with him to complete various dangerous tasks? This point even Wang Weizhen has some hesitation…

In front of the position, there were some battlefield ambulancemen wearing red cross marks. They were examining soldiers in the bodies who had not yet died. Injury is treated on the spot, and those who are slightly injured will be carried by the stretcher.

Adolf .Hitler raised the rifle in his hand…

“Adolf.” Wang Weizhen screamed low. When Hitler’s head turned, he shook his head at Hitler…

Hitler smiled a little with a shy smile: “Lieutenant colonel, I am just aiming, I won’t kill them…”

Wang Weizhen also smiled, yes, at least until now, Hitler is still a shy ordinary soldier…

A Frenchman wearing a red cross mark, waving his white flag, came here. When he walked into the German position, he did not salute: “Hello, I need some bandages and medicines, our fast. When you run out, you have to know that the death and injury is too big… please rest assured, I will return it to you…”

“Give it to him.” Wang Weizhen is faint.

“Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel.” The Frenchman got what he wanted: “Who are you?”

“Ernst .Breem.”

“Ah, you are the Baron Skulls, thank you for your generosity.” The French seem to have no fear of the word “Skulls Baron”.

In his heart, no one is important, it is a matter between the military, and he is only responsible for saving the wounded and dying…

Some of the wounded were lifted from the pile of corpses, and some of them would die, and some would survive. But what about that? The disabled will have to spend the rest of their lives in a wheelchair or in a hospital bed. Once they are cured, they will be put into the battlefield, and then they will take an adventure that never knows the ending…

The heavy casualties made Gustav Commodore feel helpless and angry, but he was helpless.

In Reims, he has suffered a humiliation from the other side, this time, he was still humiliated. He did his best, but there was no way to change it.

Ernst .Breem – Baron Skulls, this is a nightmare that Gustav Commodore can’t get rid of all his life…

He has already asked for reinforcements from General El Raffarin. Although he was as annoyed as he was, he could only reluctantly agree to his request.

This is the first hard battle after the launch of the spring offensive. Both the Germans and the French are eager to win, and because of this, German talents put their most elite troops on the front line.

It now seems that the Germans have the upper hand without any suspense.

It’s already late, it’s time for dinner, and Gustav Commodore decided to forget all this unhappiness.

But at this time, the German army suddenly sounded fierce gunfire. The shells fell over the Frenchman, and the “banging” guns blew out the “Yaxing” that the French wanted to have a good dinner.

Then, a few Tanks appeared on the offensive road, and there were countless German soldiers around them!

Skulls Commando – counterattack!

The counterattack came so suddenly and fierce that the French did not have any time to react.

Not long ago, the Ninoy position had just passed the defensive battle. According to the normal logic, the other party had to adjust and had to redeploy it. It would not be so quick to counterattack.

But now, such a thing really happened!

Death, sent his forward again!

The tank was swaying slowly, but unstoppable toward it, and the German soldiers who accompanied it together spurted the enemy with a variety of weapons in their hands.

One of the most savage Skulls battle flags is guiding the most elite soldiers in Germany to get ahead and get them to win.

Long live – Skulls commando! Long live – the striker of death!

The French turned and ran, and the heavy casualties in the offensive had already left them with no confidence. Their spirits had already been beaten in that attack.

These mad-like Germans cannot be blocked.

Yes, they are crazy, all are crazy! The war is in their eyes, it is a game. They regard blood as the noble honor of the military and regard victory as more important than their own lives.

This is a legend on the battlefield:

Skulls Commando – Death’s forward!