The commander of the Second Battalion of the First Tank Regiment of the British Army’s First Group Brigade, Fawkes, corrected his everything in front of his "Matilda" Type II tank.

He really couldn't figure out how the invincible tank unit he had been proud of had fallen into such an awkward situation.

After the six "Matilda" were blown up by the Germans, the high morale of their own troops caused by the successful destruction of the opposing anti-tank artillery fell sharply. And he was also scolded by Colonel Glen. His own army became the laughing stock of all infantry.

So in order to wash away the shame, re-energize morale. In this assault, he desperately put all the "Matilda" type 2 into the first line, and the "Matilda" type 1 also followed the move.

Unexpectedly, those infantrymen didn't accompany themselves at all, and all ran to the front of the tank. It made me feel a sense of shame after being completely ignored. He quickly ordered the other tanks to shoot at the same time to advance at full speed to chase the infantry.

However, the speed of "Matilda" is too slow, and because the continuous marching track is also very worn, so even on the soft field, even the second type can only run to 12 kilometers per hour, the first type Not to mention. As a result, not only did they not catch up with the infantry, but also opened the distance between their own tanks. When their "Matilda" type 2 finally caught up with the infantry, the second row of "Matilda" type still remained Toss about 200 meters away.

Those infantrymen finally suffered the pain of abandoning their own charge and were beaten up by the Germans on the ground. When I was about to order the tank troops to advance to the Germans, the infantrymen were surrounded by their tanks. I really don’t know what they thought. Now that they are all infantrymen, they can’t move. Shoot at the Germans. Major Fokke really wanted to open the top cover and drill out to get rid of the infantry gangsters, but the "Dangdang" sound from the German machine gun bullets constantly hitting the tank turret forced him to give up this idea.

Xu Jun looked sadly at the struggling British infantry who were still rushing up. It was the stupidity of the British government officials that led to everything now chaotic. Seeing this, Xu Jun ordered to Mueller, who was drooling in excitement.

"let's start."

"Observe! General." Then Mueller fired a red signal flare into the air.

The British infantry at the forefront of the position suddenly heard a sharp howling of artillery shells. They screamed to break up the dense formation, but this once again increased the confusion.

The British soldiers lying in the middle watched the shells fall in front of them. To their surprise, the legendary horror scene of flesh and blood flying did not appear. The shells didn't explode after they were inserted into the mud, but instead of white smoke, the soldiers and the tank were shrouded in smoke.

The screams of the second round of shells were even more sad.

"Mortar! Hidden!" an officer shouted.

But the soldiers couldn't care about anything anymore, surrounded by a large white smoke, the Germans were still shooting wildly, and the deadly bullets flew out of the white smoke like a migratory locust. It can destroy morale more.

The mortar was still hit by a smoke bomb, but the smoke emitted by this smoke bomb was strange yellowish, and the soldiers nearby were coughing violently with the thick smoke, and some cried over their eyes. stand up. One after another of these shells was hit into the crowd. All of a sudden, coughing and crying came out of the British assault group.

"my eyes!"

"Cough cough, help, I can't breathe. Cough cough."

The British officers looked at the smoke in front of them with fear, and the soldiers rushed out, covering their eyes and nose, and then rolled on the ground in pain.

A terrible noun "poison gas" appeared in their minds. Suddenly the German shooting stopped, and the officers saw German soldiers wearing gas masks rushing towards themselves with a bayonet in the smoke, which further convinced the officers that the smoke was poisonous gas.

"Retreat!" an officer screamed.

He fled to his position with his head, and after his soldiers were overjoyed at the command, he immediately got up from the ground and turned to escape.

The retreat of this small team caused a chain reaction. All the British people began to turn around and flee. The smoked soldiers also endured the pain and helped each other to run back desperately. They now want to leave this **** and find a good doctor. The retreat became a flee.

Major Fawkes was frightened in his tank and his legs were soft. The smoke had penetrated into the tank through the vents and various cracks. The pungent smell and the eyes that began to hurt caught his fearful memories. His two brothers died in the gas war of World War I. At this time there was already a scream of other members of the car in the headset.

"Retreat, retreat." Major Fox yelled at the radio and his driver.

"No! I can't see the road, and we are all around us."

Other cars also reported the same situation. Major Fokke felt his respiratory tract hurt like a fire, and he couldn't care about anything now.

"Abandon the car! We have to leave here immediately. All the immobile cars are all abandoned. Leave the smoke quickly. Retreat! Retreat!" Major Fawkes roared with a painful neck. Then he opened the top cover and drilled out. He took the crew members who had been smoked enough to escape and fled towards his position.

The "Matilda" models outside the smoke had reverse gears early because of poor conditions. When they heard the retreat, they reversed at full speed and fled back to the starting point.

Colonel Glenn was depressed from the beginning of the attack. How did the infantry run to the front of the tank?

"But that's nothing. The glory of the British Army is to move forward and rush ahead of all the teams. God prefers infantry." Colonel Glenn thought. He watched the brave young men screaming and rushed towards the enemy's position and couldn't help thinking of his scenery during World War I. It was the same at that time, and it was really nostalgic.

Strangely, the German position turned out to be silent. "What the **** is going on, are the stupid Germans stunned by the gunfire in front of them, so that my soldiers can easily win." Colonel Glenn thought happily.

After the Germans opened fire, Colonel Glenn didn’t worry too much. His team seemed to have rushed to a distance of only 100 meters from the Germans. The Germans are now firing too late. Now as long as the tanks catch up, they can break through immediately At this distance of 100 meters, victory is in sight.

But the later development of the situation surprised him. The brave infantry boys blocked the tank.

"Damn, why is it so tumultuous, what is the battlefield commander doing?" Colonel Glenn yelled angrily.

When the German smoke bomb hit the infantry group, Colonel Glenn was still strange. What kind of tactics was this? But when he saw the chaos on the edge of the smoke from his telescope, the horror memory of 1917 came back to his brain.

"It's poisonous gas! Damn Germans use poisonous gas for us. Quick! Take me the headquarters! Give me the gas mask! Fortunately, there is no wind today. God, god! Damn German!" Colonel Glenn was scared Incoherent.

Finally, there was a calm staff on the side who reminded him, "Colonel, what should I do now? Will the team be withdrawn?"

"Yes! Retreat, let them retreat! Hurry! Let them retreat!" Colonel Glenn shouted desperately after reacting. But before waiting for his order, the team has already collapsed.

"Bombardment! Call the artillery position to bombard the Germans! Put those shameless Germans into hell!" Colonel Glenn yelled to the staff.

"Colonel! The artillery battalion called. They were bombarded by German large-caliber artillery and suffered great losses."

The news finally caused the collapsing Colonel Glen to fall to the ground at once. ;