"We're attacking!"
The staff room fell silent. Not just General Galvitz, but everyone present couldn't ascertain the veracity of this news.
Galvitz's voice involuntarily raised: "How much longer can you hold on?"
"I don't know, General, please give me the location quickly!"
"Hold on, Lieutenant. Your bravery will be rewarded to the highest degree! We'll respond to you as soon as possible!"
"Understood, General. My phone is here. I don't know how long I can hold on, but I'll do my best. All for Germany... Damn Brits, come on!"
The voice on the phone ceased speaking, replaced by the continuous sound of gunfire and Lieutenant Ernst's shouts.
"Find out the veracity of this information immediately!" Galvitz shouted loudly. "Summon the commander of the 16th Infantry Battalion Reinforcement Company to me, have him run to me. You all, look at the map and find the place where he can break through!"
The general was so excited not because he believed two people could win. It was because if, at this moment, two German soldiers... no, one German lieutenant and one Chinese laborer were still fighting... it would be the greatest glory of the Second Army and the supreme pride of all Germany!
God, but this was so unbelievable!
"General, I know this Ernst Blum!" a voice suddenly rang out in the busy staff room.
The general looked over, it was Sergeant Heinrich Elena from the Army Staff Military Intelligence Bureau.
"Heinrich, do you recognize him?" the general asked, puzzled.
"Yes, it's Lieutenant Ernst Blum from the Third Company," Elena replied firmly. "He's the one who killed the spy Andreas and wiped out a small British squad. He also has a nickname, the Creator of the Soissons Miracle."
"The Creator of the Soissons Miracle?" General Galvitz furrowed his brow.
"Ah, I remember him," Colonel Röhr quickly interjected. "The conqueror of the G position, who wiped out a fully-equipped British platoon with only twenty men and captured the G position."
General Galvitz suddenly saw some hope and could more or less judge that this intelligence was likely true.
Actually, from the moment the voice of Wang Weiya came through the phone, Elena was quite sure it was Ernst Blum's voice.
It was too astonishing. When Ernst killed Andreas, Elena only thought his luck was better. Capturing the G position, Elena already held this talkative lieutenant in high regard. And now, he had attacked the most elite unit of the British with only two people?
The pride of Germany! If it was indeed so, he would be the pride of Germany!
It seemed her view of the lieutenant needed to change.
At this moment, General Galvitz picked up the phone again...
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"Left, ten o'clock direction, fire!"
At Wang Weiya's command, the 20mm Breda gun pointed toward ten o'clock direction, and three shells spewed out from the barrels of the three tanks.
"Boom... Boom... Boom..."
The position at ten o'clock was instantly engulfed in artillery fire, destroyed under the assault of a round of artillery.
"Twelve o'clock direction, machine guns, machine guns!"
The six machine guns spit out fire frantically. For the British, who had lost heavy machine gun cover, it was simply a relentless nightmare.
Rows of British soldiers fell under the swing of the Grim Reaper's scythe, and masses of British soldiers had no resistance whatsoever.
The firepower of six machine guns and two submachine guns formed a deadly harvest, more than enough to reap the lives in this position that had lost heavy machine gun cover.
John, the major, was utterly desperate.
This wasn't human warfare! No! It was as if a medieval evil sorcerer had unsealed a seal, and all the evil spirits from the underworld had poured out!
The smoke shrouded the area, the camp was covered in artillery fire, and the Prince of Soubise Camp completely collapsed.
This wasn't war, it was a nightmare that would never be forgotten!
The pride of the British team, the Prince of Soubise Camp, which had achieved countless honors on the battlefield, collapsed under the attack of three tanks and two soldiers!
Shame, this was a disgrace that Major John and the Prince of Soubise Camp would never forget in their lives!
The confidence of the British soldiers also completely crumbled. After the major gave the order, they turned and ran frantically. If they waited a moment longer, they would all die here!
The attack from inhuman forces! The attack of hell demons! An attack that could make the Prince of Soubise Camp collapse a hundred times! Now they believed in the existence of God!
But the tanks showed no sign of stopping, continuing to fiercely shoot at the retreating British soldiers, while shells kept firing, destroying the camp of the Prince of Soubise.
The camp became a real hell, engulfed in flames and smoke.
Wang Weiya emptied the last bullet from his magazine and replaced it with a new one, carefully and cautiously searching the position. He had to make sure no bullets were fired from the shadows.
He didn't expect that the appearance of three Type B tanks would bring such terrifying power to the battlefield. The rapid collapse of the Prince of Soubise Camp was partly due to the terrifying power displayed by the tanks, and partly because the morale of the British soldiers was shattered in the face of the tanks' attack.
Guo Yunfeng's face also showed shock.
Since arriving in France, he had witnessed many battles, but none had shocked him as much as this. Where did Lieutenant Ernst get these three monsters from?
A heavy machine gun that had been blown up lay scattered on the ground, seemingly looking at the miserable scene in front of it with sadness and helplessness...
"Cease fire," Wang Weiya commanded.
Under Wang Weiya's command, the tank's shelling abruptly ceased. Wang Weiya looked at the bodies scattered on the ground with a bitter smile. War was cruel: "Confirm the results of the battle."
"In the battle, confirmed... 181 British soldiers killed, no survivors... Repeat, no survivors, 181 British soldiers killed!"