Eight tank landing ships rushed to the beach. On each landing ship, twenty tanks and hundreds of soldiers came down. They gathered together on the beach, forming a torrent and rushed towards the shore.

Landing on the beach was originally the most threatening task. On the beach, at the most dangerous time, everyone even had only a few seconds to survive.

But now, they are relaxed.

Because there was no resistance on the beach, no army came out.

The bombing on this day has washed Brest's various shore defenses and troops at all levels. The bombers in the sky and the shells of naval guns have turned any fortification here into a scene like hell.

Moreover, the most important thing is that there was no warning here a day ago. Many soldiers in the military camp were still basking in the sun lazily and discussing the situation of the war. They never thought that the war would suddenly come like this.

Another reason is that Darlang took away all the elites here, and the most combative troops were transferred to the besiege of the manor. As a result, the place was empty, so empty that it was simply unable to resist the German cross-sea landing.

While the landing ships were rushing to land, the merchant ships slowly docked under the cover of their own battleships. The merchant ships were very slow and took more than ten minutes to stop the ships, and the troops above came out one after another.

While the merchant ships were docking and unloading equipment and personnel, the First Marine Division had already started, with tank troops as the vanguard, and the infantry followed. Their target was not Brest, but the suburbs of Brest. They wanted to quickly arrive there and reinforce their vanguard troops!

The whole of Brest was in panic, so that the news spread to the manor more than ten minutes later.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting dark.

"After it was dark, we will launch another attack." Commander Bailey said dissatisfied. In the afternoon, his troops launched several attacks, but each time they were knocked back. At this time, the tanks in his troops were almost all left on the attacking positions, and some were still smoking.

His troops suffered heavy losses, but he would never give up. At this time, the reinforcements of another infantry division had arrived. Now, they could attack together!

Nighttime is a good time for attackers and a nightmare for defenders. Unless the Germans use their bullets to scatter and consume their ammunition at all costs, their own attack will definitely be successful!

Dallang was very satisfied with Bailey's statement.

"Yes, we are going to launch an attack overnight. Paris has sent many telegrams to ask about our progress and delaying it will be unfavorable for us. Now, the German tank army in the north is advancing along the coastline and towards this side, leaving us with little time." Dallang said: "Now, we have suffered a lot, but I believe that it is not easy for the Germans to live with. Whoever can persevere to the end will win."

Darlang was very anxious. On this day, he had discovered that the German opposite had countless trump cards in his hand. Every time his side attacked, he would be beaten back. Now, although he said it very well, in fact, he was also anxious. Maybe the Germans still had new trump cards.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the rushing footsteps of his adjutant. The adjutant ran in with great strides and said to him unhappy: "General, it's not good."

Darlang frowned when he said this. As a soldier, even if the sky falls, he can't be afraid. What's the point of making a fuss about now? Could it be that the Germans have reinforced him?

Then, the adjutant's words confirmed that his conjecture was completely correct: "The Germans came from Brest, with at least several divisions of troops. Now, the entire city has been controlled by the Germans. Their forward, probably a fully-built armored division, is coming to us."

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

A fully weaved armored division!

Now, as one battle after another goes on, the assessment of Germany's combat effectiveness has long begun.

The bloody battles were written with the glory of Germany, and the combat effectiveness of the German army was quite amazing.

Now, the most optimistic estimate is that if you want to fight against a German armored division, you need at least five times the size of the German French or British armored division to have hope of defeat.

The pessimistic estimate is that it is not enough, because the German tanks, firepower, maneuverage, and protection have surpassed the entire era. When Britain and France did not develop new tanks that could be comparable to the Germans, no number of armored divisions were enough.

The quality is not enough to make up the quantity, which is already a false proposition. Can you imagine that British and French light tanks besieged the German Black Panther tanks? No matter how many there are, they will be destroyed by the Black Panther tanks, and even at zero distance, their own tanks cannot destroy the opponent's Black Panther tanks!

Only by thinking about various tricks, blowing up tracks and throwing a moor bottle, can the soldiers take great courage and sacrifice to do so.

At least, the few infantry divisions on the scene were not enough to plug the German armored divisions into teeth, which was already their consensus.

Can't beat it!

"Crack!" At this moment, the dark sky suddenly shone, followed by the sound of thunder.

A heavy rain actually came overwhelmingly.

The command center was built under a vine. Now, when it rained heavily, everyone was instantly drenched.

Damn it, is it that God is going to destroy France?

No, this heavy rain is the last chance for us!

"Send the order, all the troops, attack together!" He did not care about the rain on his face, and also refused the umbrella that the adjutant around him quickly made for himself. Dallang said: "The heavy rain will delay the actions of the German armored forces, and we must complete our mission before the arrival of the German armored forces. This battle is related to the fate of France!"

The raindrops as big as beans hit the feet and splashed water. Dallang picked up a mas-38 submachine gun from the table next to him and said to the people present: "Everyone returns to their respective troops and charge with their own troops! This heavy rain is our only chance. France will remember ours, history, and ours. Just tonight, we saved France with the most resolute actions!"

After thinking about it, he continued: "As long as we can keep the safety of this batch of gold, I will apply to distribute one percent of this batch of gold as a reward to our soldiers."

Darlang, you're going to have a desperate attempt!
Chapter completed!