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Dijon, a city in eastern France, is about 290 kilometers from Paris.

During the first phase of the French Battle, Dijon was occupied by the 5th Armored Division of the German 15th Armored Army during the march.

At two o'clock in the afternoon of June 4, Dijon had turned into a military city, with the figures of armed SS in camouflage uniforms, the army in dark green uniforms and the air force officers and soldiers in blue uniforms shuttled through the streets and alleys of Dijon.

Various models of tanks, armored vehicles, trucks and various officers used cars to flow on the streets of Dijon. The twisting metal friction sounds made by tank tracks when they rotated, and the loud whistle sounds made by car horns one after another, making the streets of the city uneasy for a moment.

The streets of Dijon were full of traffic and noise, and the railway was not willing to fall behind. As soon as a train of more than 40 cars drove out of Dijon Railway Station, he encountered a line of pedestrians who were whistling with their whistles.

There were four manned cars on the military train leaving Dijon Railway Station. The passengers in the car were wounded and the military doctors who needed to return to Germany to recuperate.

As the two trains crossed the railway, the wounded and the military doctors clearly saw that the square tanks were parked on the military train flashing outside the window.

"It's the No. 4 G type, our new tank has finally arrived." A wounded man with a bandage wrapped around his head and only one eye exposed to see the tank's appearance and couldn't help but shout.

He was wearing a black uniform, obviously a tank player.

He was not the only one who was excited in the car. Whether he was sitting or lying, the wounded and the military doctor looked out the window. He watched the steel monsters that looked extremely powerful flash by in front of the window.

"Five, six, seven... the wounded man with a bandage on his head counted quickly.

"Eleven, twelve, thirteen..." More than one person was holding the same thoughts as him. Dozens of low counting sounds echoed in the carriage.

"You see, not only is there the No. 4 G type, but also the No. 4 tank destroyer. I have seen it in the Air Force's Herman Goring regiment. They can kill the French B1 tanks at a distance of more than a thousand meters."

"What are the ones behind? Those with short and thick barrels?"

"It's the No. 4 assault gun."

"These guys look very powerful, and with these guys we will definitely be able to take Paris in three weeks."

"Unfortunately, if I were not injured, I could go to the Herman Goring regiment to learn how to use the No. 4 G tank. Now I might have already driven the No. 4 G tank."

"We had a crew of tank No. 3 in our company sent for training. They said that the people in the training class were very good."

"I have also heard of them, these new weapons designed by Mr. Luosen."

"Teacher Mandofir was an instructor at the Armored Soldier School. He taught me a lesson in March last year. He is indeed a good teacher, but he didn't expect to be transferred to the Air Force."

"That teacher Luosen is also very good. When every student graduates, he will give them a cigarette unique to the Herman Goring Group, which is the one I smoke now, the universe card."

Amid the discussion in the carriage, the army lined with various killing weapons on the opposite side interspersed with the train they were riding and rushed into the city of Dijon.

Seeing the train with black smoke coming out of the chimney and the sound of whistles, the six anxious pick-up teams who had been waiting on the platform were all saluting. A scorching light emanated from their eyes.

Before the 7th Armored Division picked up the car team, Chen Dao lowered his voice to Rommel standing beside him and said, "The five more tanks I'll give you first and mix in our regiment's convoy. I'll give them to you when I return to Bona City. Remember not to expose the target."

Rommel nodded and said, "I understand."

With a whimpering sound, the front of the train drove past the formation and slowly stopped. Five armored divisions in the Klester armored cluster and the pick-up personnel of the Herman Goring regiment rushed up and began to collect their respective equipment in the order of numbers.

Three hours later, in the south of Dijon, a convoy of No. 4 G tanks, No. 4 tank destroyers and other equipment rushed out of Dijon and headed towards Bona City, thirty-dollar southwest of Dijon.

Chen Dao did not ride his bandit No. 1, but squeezed into Rommel's car.

"Have you seen the aerial photos? The French are building circular positions based on the countryside and forests. These circular positions are blocking our way forward. It is very difficult. What are you going to do?" Chen Dao asked.

"I saw the photos taken by the Air Force reconnaissance planes. They thought it was so naive to curl up like hedgehogs and block our way." Rommel smiled contemptuously.

"Yes, when I look at that kind of position, I know that the person who set up such a position is definitely an amateur in tank warfare." Chen Dao also sneered.

Rommel's cunning eyes flashed across his eyes and asked Chen Dao: "How are you going to deal with them?"

"I decided to deal with them like the lyrics of the Song of Armored Soldiers." Chen Dao said.

Rommel picked the corner of his eyes to the upper left, recalled for a few seconds and said in a deep voice: "Faced with the so-called barrier of the enemy, we give contemptuous ridicule."

"Then simply bypass it." Chen Dao continued.

After speaking, the two looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing, Rommel thought that he really underestimated this "brother-in-law". He originally thought that he had relied on nepotism to take the position of commander of the Herman Goring Group. Now it seems that "brother-in-law" does have his own excellence. Not to mention anything else, just relying on his ability to design those new weapons and the mobile combat thinking that had just been revealed, it is enough to prove his strength.

My previous thoughts were really dark, so I should still treat him with a normal mind in the future.

Rommel thought about the next battle again. In any case, he could not lose to the young man around him in the race to Paris. This race not only concerns his own face, but also the honor of the army. He can only win and not lose.

"The attack will be launched the day after tomorrow. What are you going to do tomorrow?" Rommel asked.

"Tomorrow I plan to let the shells fly for one day and use the French positions to run in new equipment." Chen Dao said with a smile.

......

At 5 a.m. on June 5, Boylang Village in the northwest of Bona City.

Captain Vinson, the company commander of the 5th Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 9th Infantry Regiment of the 9th Infantry Division of the French 9th Infantry Division, rolled out of the bed in a violent explosion.

When Captain Vincent, who was wearing only underwear, ran out of the room and rushed into the yard with barefoot, he found that the explosion in the village had disappeared without a trace.

Could it be that I was hallucinating? Captain Vincent raised his ears in confusion and listened to the sounds of the village, but only heard the shouts of the soldiers.

"Captain, we were shelled by the Germans, at least 105mm caliber shells." A sergeant rushed into the yard and shouted to Captain Vincent, who was standing in a daze.

It seemed that I had no auditory hallucinations, Captain Vincent felt relieved.

"How many casualties?" Captain Vinson asked.

"It's under statistics, it should be very slight."

"Where is the shell landing? Let's go and see it together." Captain Vinson said as he was about to walk outside the courtyard.

The sergeant looked at Captain Vincent with a hesitant look in his eyes.

"Is there any problem?" Captain Vinson asked.

"Do you put on your clothes first?" the sergeant kindly reminded.

When Captain Vinson appeared neatly in front of other soldiers, the casualties had already been reported.

Except for the eight soldiers being injured and the two companies of officers and soldiers outside the village, including Captain Vincent, were frightened, the German shells did not cause any further losses.

After dealing with the wounded and having breakfast, Captain Vinson walked around Builang Village as usual and patrolled the positions outside the village.

Looking at the machine gun positions, bunkers, anti-tank gun positions, and young faces of soldiers in the trenches, Captain Vinson couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.

With a strong position, an infantry company and a machine gun company, and six anti-tank guns that were strengthened for themselves, I must let the Germans suffer a lot here and enjoy the pain of failure.

So what if the Germans had won major victories in previous battles? That's because they used mobile combat methods that the French army was not good at.

But the current combat method has been replaced by the positional warfare that the French army is best at. The Germans cannot exert their maneuverability. Even if they send their tank troops, they will definitely hit their heads and bloodied in front of their powerful anti-tank guns. What's more, France also has tanks. As long as they can last long enough, the powerful tank troops will come to reinforce immediately.

Captain Vincent was so lewd that it was just about to be lewd, and a faint roar suddenly came from the sky. Captain Vincent looked up and saw a group of aircraft appearing in the sky to the east.

Can't they be quiet for a day for those damn crows? Captain Vincent stared at the German planes and cursed in his heart.

Since my troops were stationed here, I have seen Luftwaffe planes flying overhead and bombing in the heart of France every day, but I have never seen French Air Force planes bomb in Germany to the east. Where did the French Air Force go?

The Luftwaffe plane flew closer and closer. Captain Vincent stood proudly on the open space beside the trench, pinching his waist with his left hand to the soldiers in the trench and his followers around him, saying: "Do you see, the people in the Air Force are unreliable. France's future can only be defended by our army, if we..."

Before Captain Vincent finished speaking, his face suddenly changed. He raised his legs and jumped into the trench, then covered his ears and lowered his body.

A series of explosions sounded near the trenches. As the earth shook, countless soil flew into the trenches and landed on Captain Vincent, and a pungent smell of sulfur came from the air.

Like the first shelling, the explosion stopped for only about a minute and then.

After squatting in the trench for a while, and after confirming that the shelling had really stopped, Captain Vincent slapped off the soil on his body and slowly stood up straight and looked out of the trench.

After seeing the scene outside the trench clearly, Captain Vincent suddenly covered his mouth.

Two meters away from him, a bloody head was quietly lying on the ground, with eyes on the head staring at him, Captain Vincent could clearly feel the fear in those eyes.

It was François, who had been with him for two years. Captain Vincent couldn't help but tremble after recognizing the identity of the deceased.

I want to take revenge. I want to take revenge, I must take revenge! Captain Vinson roared in his heart.

Five minutes later, the unique sound of mortar fire was heard in Buyilang's village...

The German shelling came from the artillery battalion of the Hermann Goering Regiment, and the sixteen artillery pieces were divided into two groups. They hid behind the trenches of the German infantry and carried out three rapid fires every hour or so at the village of Builang and a circular position south of him built in the forest.

Shortly after the German infantry positions were counterattacked by French mortars, the infantry artillery and mortars on the positions also roared. The sound of artillery and explosions on the positions of both sides ran out of the day. It was not until night fell that they stopped fire and went to bed in a state of silence.

After fighting a gun battle with the Germans opposite for a day, Captain Vincent let out a vent and went back to spend the night with satisfaction. For safety reasons, he did not sleep in a comfortable house tonight, but moved to an underground bunker outside the village.

At 4:30 am on June 6, Captain Vincent stood up and sat up from the bed, and focused on the sound outside the bunker.

"Oh no, this time it's not harassment." Captain Vinson raised his leg and jumped off the camp bed after hearing the dense and violent explosions outside the bunker.

"Holande, what are you waiting for? Get my leather shoes quickly." Captain Vincent shouted at the door.

A private rushed in with his butt and threw it at Captain Vincent's feet with a pair of leather shoes in his hand, and then served Captain Vincent in his military uniform.

The vibration from the walls of the underground bunker became more and more intense, and dirt fell on the roof of the bedroom from time to time to Captain Vincent's head and shoulders.

Without even taking care of dust off the mud on his body, Captain Vincent put on his clothes and rushed to the lobby of the bunker with a pistol, and heard the explosion outside. About ten minutes later, the explosion outside gradually became sparse, and he shouted to the others in the bunker: "It's time to teach the Germans a lesson, come with me." After that, he was the first to run out of the bunker, and the others followed closely behind him.

Captain Vinson ran along the trench and ran to a gun position with a familiar chariot, squatting beside the gunner and looking eastward.

There were many German tanks, and Captain Vincent's eyes quickly swept across the battlefield. The German army opposite had about a dozen tanks without turrets, about twenty armored vehicles, and countless infantrymen behind them.

Captain Vinson showed a grim smile on his face and pointed at the German tanks that were approaching seven or eight hundred meters away to order the gunners beside him to fire.

Captain Vinson, who is a 1937 47mm anti-tank gun, was full of confidence. This anti-tank gun can penetrate 89mm steel plates at a distance of 500 meters and 72mm steel plates at a distance of 1,000 meters.
To be continued...