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Volume One: All for Germany! One Hundred and Ninety-Three. The Forward of Death

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    When the whistle sounded, the French attack began. From Brigadier General Gustave to the most ordinary French soldier below, there was no doubt about victory.

    Under such bombardment, will anyone continue to fight to the end?  This is how it seemed to the French soldiers.

    However, at this time, all mortars, light and heavy machine guns, rifles, and even tanks in Zinohi have been prepared.

    Wang Weiyi looked coldly at the swarming French troops and smiled lightly.

    He put the whistle to his mouth.

    ¡°Prepare¡ªprepare¡ª¡±

    ??The long shouts of officers at all levels rang out, and everyone has entered a combat state.

    "Prepare¡ª¡ª"

    A familiar whistle sounded, and the mortars roared first. The shells swayed gracefully and fell into the densely charging French team. Then, carrying blood and flesh, they drew the most cruel picture in front of the Cinohi position.  picture scroll

    France was bombed into chaos, and the door to hell was opened.  The demon opened its mouth wide and began to welcome the new souls with a grin.

    The officers of the French army blew the whistles desperately and tried their best to prevent the team from disintegrating. Then, the French army, which had barely reorganized, rejoined the attack.

    Entering range!

    In Zinohi, the tanks and all weapons on the position opened fire at the same time!

    An invitation to the ball of death was sent out to every Frenchman who participated in the attack.

    This is an invitation that no one can refuse.  When Death begins the "feast" of death, no one who receives the invitation has the power to escape from Death's scythe

    Mist began to rise from the position, but it was not the mist of nature, but a "blood mist" composed of countless splashes of blood!

    In the blood mist, hundreds of Frenchmen fell under machine gun fire. The God of Death sent his forwards, frantically harvesting their spoils.

    Countless tongues of fire intertwined into a fire net that made it impossible for all enemies to escape.  Life seems so small in this big net, and those who enter the net will suffer the cruelest revenge if they struggle even a little bit.

    The French soldiers who rushed to the front died, and the French officers who directed the attack died. People died every minute and every second. No one can break this terrible curse of fate.

    "The Forward of Death"!

    When the Nuoxi offensive and defensive war broke out, the Skeleton Commandos began to have such a terrifying nickname.

    Indeed, the piles of corpses in front of the position, the blood mist filling the air, and the frightening skull battle flag that was always flying on Nuo Xi's position last time all made this  The elite German troops became synonymous with the Death Striker

    The French were defeated. Faced with such a defense, a concentrated formation charge could only be suicide!

    In this attack alone, the French left more than 1,200 corpses in front of the Zinohi position.  Most of them were killed by machine gun fire.

    Maxim heavy machine guns and Madsen light machine guns constituted the protagonists of this killing; mortars and tanks became the most dazzling supporting roles; and the German soldiers holding Mauser rifles became the most important component.  part!

    And there is only one director of this killing feast:

    Ernst Brahm!

    The air is filled with the smell of death. It is impossible to breathe hard. If you exert a little force, your stomach may be turned upside down and you will no longer have any appetite.

    The same is true for Wang Weiyi.

    When he came to this era, he had experienced countless battles. He was used to death, bloodshed, and corpses, but this battle still made him feel so thrilling.

    Human life here can be so humble

    And this is just the beginning, just the foreplay of countless deaths.  Soon, bloodier things will break out.

    When the youth of all those who have experienced this war gradually pass away and they grow old, most of them will not be willing to recall this war.

    This is a terrible memory that they don¡¯t want to think about in their lifetime

    The French, who came up like the tide, retreated like the tide.  The victorious Germans could not hear their cheers from the battlefield.

    There is nothing to cheer about. Maybe when the next attack starts, the person who dies will be himself.

    Wang Weiyi looked around the battlefield and found that his subordinates were all lying down exhausted.There was only one person in the position, but fanaticism flashed in his eyes:

    Adolf Hitler!

    Wang Weiyi was surprised to find that Hitler's eyes were staring unblinkingly at the front of the position, staring at the corpses, as if he wanted to find something from the corpses.

    And his left hand has been clenched into a fist, and he is waving it there without even noticing it, as if he is venting the excitement in his heart.

    Hitler was quietly changing, and even Wang Weiyi had not noticed this before. He had become eager for war, hoped to make meritorious deeds in the war, and hoped to become a person like Lieutenant Colonel Ernst Brahm.

    Is it right or wrong to take him to the battlefield myself and complete various dangerous tasks with him again and again?  Even Wang Weiyi himself has some hesitations about this.

    Some battlefield ambulance personnel wearing red cross marks appeared in front of the position, and they were checking the corpses of the soldiers who had not yet expired.  Those with serious injuries will be treated on the spot, while those with minor injuries will be carried off on stretchers.

    Adolf Hitler raised his rifle

    "Adolf." Wang Weiyi called out in a low voice.  When Hitler's head turned, he shook his head at Hitler

    Hitler smiled slightly shyly: "Lieutenant Colonel, I'm just taking aim, I won't kill them."

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

    A Frenchman wearing a red cross mark walked towards here waving a white flag in his hand. When he walked into the German position, he did not salute: "Hello, I need some bandages and medicines, our emergency team  It¡¯s done. You have to know that the casualties are too great. Please don¡¯t worry, I will return it to you.¡±

    "Give it to him." Wang Weiyi said calmly.

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

    "Ernst Brahm."

    "Ah, you are the Skeleton Baron, thank you for your generosity." The French don't seem to be afraid of the words "Skeleton Baron".

    In his heart, it doesn¡¯t matter who he is, it¡¯s a matter between the military, and he is only responsible for saving lives and healing the wounded.

    Some wounded people were taken out from the pile of corpses. Some of them will die and some will survive.  But so what?  The crippled ones will have to spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs or hospital beds, while the cured ones will soon be thrown into the battlefield again, embarking on another adventure that never knows the outcome.

    The heavy casualties made Brigadier General Gustav feel distressed and angry, but at the same time helpless.

    In Reims, he had already been humiliated once by the other party, and this time, he was humiliated again.  He tried his best, but he couldn't change it.

    Ernst Brahm - Baron Skeleton, this is a nightmare that Brigadier General Gustav can't get rid of in his life

    He had already made a request for reinforcements to General El Raffarin. Although Lieutenant General Raffarin was as angry as him, he could only reluctantly agree to his subordinates' request.

    This is the first tough battle after the launch of the spring offensive. Both the Germans and the French are infinitely eager to win. It is precisely because of this that the Germans put their most elite troops on the front line.

    Now it seems that the Germans have the upper hand without any doubt.

    It was already evening and it was time to have dinner. Brigadier General Gustav decided to forget all the unpleasantness for the time being.

    But at this moment, fierce artillery fire suddenly rang out from the German position.  The artillery shells fell overwhelmingly towards the French, and the "rumbling" sound of the artillery extinguished the French's "elegance" of wanting to have a good dinner.

    Then, several tanks appeared on the offensive road, and around them were countless German soldiers!

    Skeleton Commando¡ª¡ªCounterattack!

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

    Not long ago, the Cinoxi position had just gone through a defensive operation. According to normal logic, the opponent had to adjust and redeploy, and would not counterattack so quickly.

    But now, such a thing has really happened!

    The god of death has sent his vanguard again!

    The tank rushed towards here slowly but unstoppably as if there was no one around. The German soldiers accompanying it charged with it, using various weapons in their hands to continuously spit out tongues of fire and attack the enemy to their heart's content.

    A hideous and terrifying skull war flag is guiding these most elite German soldiersThey marched forward to get the victory they deserved.

    Long live the Skeleton Commandos!  Long live the vanguard of death!

    The French turned around and ran away. The heavy casualties in the offensive battle had made them lose confidence. Their vigor had been defeated in that attack.

    These lunatic Germans cannot be stopped.

    Yes, they are madmen, all of them are madmen!  In their eyes, war is simply a game.  They regard blood as the noble honor of soldiers, and regard victory as more important than their own lives.

    This is a legend on the battlefield:

    Skeleton Commandos - Death's Forward!  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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