Chapter 11 What kind of

After a moment of silence, Francis asked again: "Where is Charles? Did they leave as well?"

"No, sir!" The butler replied: "They are at the tractor factory!"

Francis walked towards the tractor factory without saying a word, with his silver cane tucked under his armpit.

The butler followed in small steps, persuading him earnestly:

"Sir, the Germans are right in front of us, they have already attacked, the tractor factory is very dangerous."

"If we go there now, we will be trapped. We should leave immediately!"

But Francis ignored him completely. He strode downstairs and walked towards the tractor factory. He walked faster and faster, and the butler had to run to catch up.

Francis was not worried about Charles' safety. He just wanted to hear Charles' explanation before the Germans occupied the tractor factory. This arrogant and conceited little guy made him gamble everything, and now he has nothing!

Entering the tractor factory, Francis spotted Djoka and Camille at a glance. They were hugging each other and facing the square, and were frightened from time to time by the gunshots and screams coming from outside the wall.

"Where is Charles?" Francis asked.

"Father!" Djoka was a little surprised when he first saw Francis, but he immediately found that Francis' face was gloomy. He hesitated for a moment and realized that his father was angry with Charles.

Djoka was enraged. He gently pushed Camille away and stood in front of Francis with an expressionless face: "This has nothing to do with Charles, father! Everything is your decision!"

Francis pushed Djoka away, and the scene he saw made him stunned.

Charles was standing on the stands in the square, holding a telescope and looking outside the wall calmly, and occasionally giving a few instructions to the bottom.

Hundreds of fully armed French soldiers were gathering under the stands. They were divided into dozens of "small tofu blocks" in teams, and there was an "iron can" in front of each "small tofu block".

"What is that?" Francis looked at the "iron can" curiously.

"I don't know!" Deyoka said: "Charles said it can protect our safety and the factory!"

Francis laughed disdainfully.

He recognized the tracks. Those "iron cans" were modified from tractors, but they were wrapped with steel plates all around. The exhaust pipes were emitting green smoke, and they were clearly ready to go.

"He thinks he is Napoleon!" Francis defined Charles: "Using these modified tractors!"

But Francis did not step forward. He wanted to see what else this little guy could do!

Charles acted quite maturely, shouting like a commander:

"Hold on!"

"Hold on..."

"Attack!"

The "Iron Can" moved forward slowly with a muffled sound, and the French soldiers behind it also moved, holding their rifles tightly and dividing into two teams to follow slowly behind.

There were 12 "Iron Cans" in total, 9 in the front line advanced in unison, and the 3 in the back followed slowly behind, seemingly intentionally keeping a distance from the front.

This was Charles' decision.

He divided the "tanks" into four groups of three, with the front three groups leading the charge to attack the enemy formation, and the rear group as a reserve ready to reinforce or respond to emergencies at any time.

For example, if the flank was outflanked by the enemy and needed to fill the gap, keeping a reserve team was the key to victory.

The "Iron Can" drove towards the wall with a rattle, and then with a "bang" it easily pushed down the wall, and the tracks crushed the broken bricks to raise the wedge-shaped front of the vehicle, appearing majestically in front of the charging German soldiers.

The German soldiers who were originally in a great victory and were chasing the French army were instantly shocked by this scene. They were charging at full speed and their feet could not help but stagnate.

"God, what is that?"

"Is it their (referring to France) secret weapon?"

"We fell into the enemy's trap, they deliberately led us here!"

...

It is human nature to be afraid of unknown things, and when afraid, they will have wild thoughts. The result of wild thoughts is that uneasy emotions and negative rumors spread rapidly in the team. Many people even unconsciously moved back, holding rifles in their hands but forgot to shoot.

This unit is the elite of the First Army, known as the First Steel Regiment, and the commander is Colonel Jonas.

At this time, Colonel Jonas was in the middle of the army. Seeing the movement in front, he hurriedly took the guards forward and saw a few "iron cans" rumbling over the ruins and onto the flat ground.

Without thinking, Colonel Jonas gave a loud order:

"Everyone pay attention, raise your guns, and destroy it!"

Under his powerful command, the German soldiers mustered up their courage and raised their rifles to aim at the "monster" that was slowly approaching them.

At this time, the quality of the German army was reflected. Even though they were frightened by the "monster", no one fired randomly but waited for the colonel's order.

"Fire!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

Dense bullets flew towards the "monster", but a surprising scene appeared. The bullets hit the "monster" and only a little spark came out. After a "clang clang" sound, the "monster" was unharmed.

The German soldiers were all stunned. They stared at the thing in front of them. Most people were thinking about one question in their hearts:

If bullets are useless against it, how can it be destroyed?

Use a bayonet?

Or use the peak on the helmet?

Colonel Jonas was no less shocked than the soldiers, but his long combat experience and the quality of his officers allowed him to suppress his panic and continue to give orders in a low voice:

"Raise the gun!"

The German soldiers mechanically pulled the bolt and loaded the gun, and pointed the muzzle at the "monster" again, but many of them turned pale and sweated on their foreheads, and some were so nervous that they swallowed their saliva.

"Fire!"

"Bang bang bang..."

This time the gunfire was more uniform than last time. They hoped to use this "simultaneous" firepower to cause as much damage to the "monster" as possible.

But it was still useless. The bullets only made small white dents on the "monster". It was like rain hitting a flat beach and nothing happened. The "monster" still approached them little by little, making a weird roar. .

Charles in the stands held up a telescope and watched all this coldly. The Germans' actions were doomed to be in vain. Even the vertical armor could not penetrate even the 9mm steel plate from a distance of about two hundred meters, not to mention the front of the "tank". Sloping armor.

Camille was stunned. It took her a while before she grabbed Djoka's hand and exclaimed:

"Djoka, you see that? It works!"

“It’s unbelievable that it actually works!”

Camille turned to Ciel, her eyes full of surprise and pride:

"He's amazing!"

She unconsciously walked towards Charles, but was stopped by Djoka:

"No, Camille!"

"The battle isn't over yet, we can't disturb him..."

Camille woke up immediately, and her tearful face broke out into an awkward smile:

"You're right, I almost did something wrong!"

As she spoke, she kept her eyes on Charles and kept repeating:

"He is our son! Our son..."

Francis looked at the shocking scene on the battlefield.

Could it be that this little guy had already thought of using this thing to block the Germans when he was advised to bet everything?

If so, this vision and city are terrible!

At this time, there were new changes on the battlefield:

The machine gun in front of the "iron can" roared, and bullets were fired at the German soldiers. The French soldiers hiding in the rear also leaned out and shot at the German soldiers.