Glenn was a little speechless with excitement, but the officers who were also blinded by anger only heard the word offense in their ears. They rushed towards their respective troops. The staff also lost their usual calmness and reason, picked up the phone one after another, and began to issue orders.

The troops were quickly assembled. The officers roared wildly in front of the line, telling the soldiers about the humiliating scene in front of the position. The blood of the soldiers was aroused. They were filled with indignation and vowed to let the despicable Germans pay the price.

The troops entered the starting position, and the tanks drove to the edge of the woods. As soon as Glenn ordered it, they were ready to start the most violent attack on the Germans.

Glenn was now awake from the rage ahead, and he felt a little indecisive. After Glenn calmed down, he immediately regretted that he had hurriedly issued an order for the whole army to attack, but it was impossible to undo this order. He is now in a difficult position to ride a tiger. What the Germans did in front of the position made it obvious to them that it was a trap, and its purpose was to completely anger the British army. However, if the offensive order is cancelled now, the morale that has been encouraged will suddenly fall to the lowest point, and the enraged soldiers will not understand their intentions, and may begin to distrust themselves. The officers will therefore resent themselves because they prevent them from revenge for their honor. Glenn thought about the countermeasure while looking at the German position.

"Colonel, the team has entered the offensive position. Please give orders." An officer stepped forward and urged.

Glenn finally made up his mind. Now that he can’t undo the order anyway, the soldiers will be attacked with a bravery of blood, and they may have unexpected effects. Perhaps the Germans were just doing so in a bluff. They wanted to make themselves think that they were trapped, but in fact they were just strong outsiders and even doing things. If such a full charge can not win the Germans, then they have more reasons to retreat. So Glenn finally nodded and issued an offensive order. Then Glen turned around and closed his eyes with his back to the battlefield, silently praying for the success of the battle, waiting for the result to come.

In an instant, the entire British team exploded into a shocking cry, and slowly pressed towards the German position with a row of mountains and seas.

Xu Jun, holding a telescope, looked at the British soldiers who had taken a firm step towards his position. The opponent's commander is either an idiot or a lunatic, and he will allow nearly 3,000 people in the two regiments to attack this 700-meter long position at the same time. The team could not be dispersed, and they were all lined up in a dense formation, which was simply killing the soldiers. He does not seem to have learned the last lesson. This time, the coordination between the tank and the infantry seems even more chaotic. The tanks and infantry were mixed together, the whole formation was like a plate of unprepared salad, mixed with the noise and slowly pressed over. However, the other party finally learned to be a good boy. The first few British soldiers all wore gas masks. It seems that they finally learned their pepper smoke bombs.

"Using smoke bombs is a strategy that can't be forced out. It's no longer enough to use that kind of thing. There are more exciting things waiting for you here. Don't blame me, this is war!" Xu Jun was ruthless, right Mueller on the side nodded.

"Start!"

"Observe! General." Mueller replied loudly, then picked up the phone and said, "General's order. Start!"

With a shrill roar, the first round of shells fell into the British crowd. Suddenly flesh and blood flew, and corpses ran wild. But the British soldiers were not frightened by this bombardment. They just dispersed the dot matrix and burst into a more wild roar, and began to sprint towards the German position. The tank also shot the German position with a 12.7 mm machine gun, while increasing its horsepower and advancing at full speed.

At this time, a group of soldiers on the German position braved the bullet rain to climb out of the trench and ran to the pile of armored car wrecks beside the hillside, and began to push the armored car wreckage hard. A soldier was shot down, and soon a few more soldiers rushed up. As the wreckage of those armored vehicles was removed, the 88mm anti-aircraft gun position concealed behind was exposed. The artillery commander waved his hand, and the 88mm anti-aircraft gun began to shoot at the British tanks quickly. With the dull artillery sound of the six flag18s, the British "Matilda" type 1 tank had 60 mm thick front armor torn apart like paper and penetrated. There were dozens of such fires worth £6,000 in the wilderness.

The rest of "Matilda" began to hesitate to retreat, but the infantry again blocked their retreat.

The second and third rounds of heavy artillery shells hit the infantry group. Shrapnel, rags, guns, equipment and various broken limbs are flying all over the sky. Each round of shells madly harvested the lives of British soldiers in double-digit numbers. But this did not shake the determination of the British infantry. They ignored the shells exploding around them and the bodies of their brothers flying around, and continued to charge towards the German position. Until another sound suddenly sounded on the battlefield, howling when the aircraft engine dived.

The British soldiers couldn't help but look up. They saw an unforgettable sight for life. I don't know when the sky above the battlefield has been shrouded by a black German plane. There is a huge and flexible ju88, and there is a "Stuka" that makes all British soldiers frightened. They circled in a formation of three planes, and then one by one began to dive down the battlefield. The horror screams of dive bombing almost overshadowed the explosion of German shells. With the shadow of the plane passing by, various aerial bombs of 250 kg to 500 kg landed on the soldier's head like rain.

The exploding fireball became a piece on the battlefield. The soldiers' minds were stunned by blood. The previous breath was blown away by this horrible bombing. Along with this is a sense of powerlessness and despair. Some veterans started to run away. They felt that it was impossible for them to live across this horrible line of fire anyway, let alone German machine guns and grenades waiting for themselves. Some soldiers' spirits had collapsed. They cried and knelt down on the ground. They stretched out their hands to the sky and prayed that God could save him. Then they were torn to pieces by the next bomb.

The British officials looked at the German dive bomber screaming in anxiety, realizing that they would not be victorious anyway. If they continued to stay on the battlefield, they were dying, and they left their soldiers and died. The ground fled towards the starting position, and between honor and survival, they firmly chose the latter.

But this time the Germans did not seem willing to let them go, and artillery and bombing began to extend towards the British position. With a burst of shouts, the German soldiers jumped out of the trenches, armed with bayonet-mounted rifles, and rushed towards the surviving British soldiers. Seeing this scene, the British team finally began to collapse across the board. The British soldiers lost their backpacks and rifles and all the burden on them, and began to flee desperately to their positions. The wounded soldiers knelt on the ground and raised their hands. They constantly begged the German soldiers who rushed to their side to be compassionate and let themselves go, regardless of whether they were still gritting their teeth 20 minutes ago. Vowed to kill these Germans.

The German soldiers swiftly and rapidly advanced, rushing across the center line of the battlefield and into the group of tanks pulled by the infantry. Those "Matilda" tanks that had not been able to run fast had already been frightened by the wanton massacre of 88mm anti-aircraft guns and the roaring "Stuka", but they were suffering from the inability to surrender to those things. Now seeing the German soldiers rushing up, the surviving tank crews quickly climbed out of their cars and raised their hands to the German soldiers who were approaching. This included their commander, Major Fox. In order to wash away the shame of yesterday, he specially replaced the captain of this tank with himself. Unexpectedly, the result of this personal battle was worse than last time. This time, even people with cars were captured.

When the British frontline collapsed, the rear camp of the British Army's 151st Brigade was also in chaos. Logisticians and wounded soldiers scramble for seats on the truck. The staff hastily processed various telegrams and documents on hand, destroying radio equipment. The troops have been defeated, and now no one can care for anyone. Glen sat in his car looking at the chaotic scene in horror, he couldn't figure out what he had done wrong. The troops were defeated in one confrontation.

He had foreseen all this when the first German plane reached the battlefield. At that time, he immediately issued the order of the logistics and command headquarters to retreat, but he never thought that the infantry in front would collapse so quickly. He didn't even have time to pack his luggage. Glenn let out a long sigh, causing the driver to start the car and drive towards Arras. He was followed only by his Jingwei company and a few cars on board. Glenn just threw the entire chaotic camp and his poor soldiers behind him, and threw them to the Germans who were rushing fiercely. ;