Chapter 12 You saved France

Blood splattered and screams broke out.

The German soldiers fell one by one like harvested wheat, but because Colonel Jonas was commanding in front of the team, none of them dared to escape. They could only lie on the ground and look at the colonel with frightened and pleading eyes. It seems to be saying: Order a retreat, sir, we can't deal with it!

But Colonel Jonas knew that he had no way out.

Behind is the Marne River, and the only bridge must now be crowded with people. The main force of the First Army is pouring over the bridge like a tide.

If he ordered a retreat, the soldiers of the 1st Regiment would either be blocked on the bridge or forced into the river.

Neither was a good choice and would lead to the destruction of the first regiment, so Colonel Jonas could only persist. He gritted his teeth and ordered in a hoarse voice:

"Hold!"

"Get your weapons, whatever they are, and shoot them!"

Colonel Jonas could only order this, and it was the only order he could think of.

Since the war started...or should be said since he came to this world, he has never been as desperate as he is today. There seems to be no way to deal with "it" except to wait here to die!

The German bullets still could not penetrate the "monster", but the machine gun on the "monster's" head was spitting flames at them crazily. The bullets knocked down the standing and squatting shooting German soldiers row by row from all angles.

The "Monster"'s machine gun fired at a blanket rate, and the French soldiers who poked their heads out from behind the "Monster" fired with precision. The German soldiers were hit with a combination of point-and-point and surface-to-surface shots.

Even if the German soldiers lay down, it would not help. There was no hiding place in the open space nearby. Bullets flew in and hit their legs, bodies, and heads... Were the German spiked helmets made of leather? any protective effect.

But it was almost impossible for the German soldiers to hit the French soldiers. They hid behind the "monster" and used it as a shield. They suddenly appeared and fired, and then immediately retracted to pull the bolt, leaving only a few seconds for the German soldiers to react. .

In despair, Colonel Jonas suddenly thought that there were fortifications built by French soldiers on the banks of the Marne River, which might provide hiding places for the soldiers.

Thinking of this, Colonel Jonas shouted: "Retreat, retreat to..."

Before he finished speaking, the German soldiers quickly got up from the ground and ran back.

Colonel Jonas was shocked. His troops had never been like this before. They had already retreated before the order was finished. This was not a retreat, but an escape!

Then Colonel Jonas realized that something was wrong. If they started to run away after hearing the word "retreat", did it mean what they were worried about before, that is, what would happen if they collided with the main force coming?

"Stop!" Colonel Jonas shouted in panic: "Stop everyone..."

But no one listened to him, and the "retreat" of the German soldiers became uncontrollable.

Colonel Jonas overestimated the quality of his men, or he underestimated the power of fear, and everyone, including himself, was on the verge of collapse.

At this time, Colonel Jonas shouted "Retreat", and they were like a flood that broke a dam and was out of control.

Colonel Jonas had no choice but to retreat with the troops, shouting as he ran:

"Organize defense on the river bank, organize defense on the river bank..."

"Whoosh!" A bullet penetrated the back of Colonel Jonas with the sound of piercing the air.

Colonel Jonas's upper body suddenly leaned forward under the inertia, while his lower limbs and arms stretched out and waved to both sides.

Time seemed to have stopped at that moment. Colonel Jonas slowly fell face down to the ground, surrounded by mud splashed by bullets on the ground, as well as streaks of blood spurting out from the German soldiers, and wounded soldiers lying on the ground. There were a pair of frightened eyes behind the ground.

Amid the bursts of severe pain and the final struggling heartbeat, consciousness gradually left Colonel Jonas.

…

Charles was very satisfied with the situation of the battle. When he saw the German army retreating, he ordered the messenger waiting beside him:

"Order the reserves to attack the Marne Bridge!"

"Yes!" the ordering soldier responded excitedly.

He was already excited by the victory in front of him, and he regretted that he was not able to witness this miracle in person!

He danced the signal flag in his hand vigorously to convey orders to the troops ahead.

Soon, the signal flag in front responded "received", and the three "tanks" in reserve led three groups of French soldiers to speed up and grab from the flank of the team and rush towards the Marne Bridge.

Camille didn't dare to look at this bloody scene, but she didn't want to abandon Charles and stay away. She could only hide behind the building, fold her arms and huddle in the corner, shivering, and asked from time to time:

"Did we win?"

"Are we winning?"

…

Djoka looked at the battlefield and replied excitedly:

"Yes, we are winning!"

"Our soldiers are very brave. More than 300 people repelled thousands of Germans..."

"No, it should be something invented by Charles. It successfully helped the soldiers repel the Germans!"

"The other soldiers are back and we are counterattacking!"

Djorka was right. The French army was retreating, but when they turned around, they were surprised to find that the Germans had not caught up.

Not only did he not catch up, he was beaten to pieces and fled.

The French soldiers hesitated for a while. Although they did not understand what was happening and there was no officer to direct them, they all knew that they should counterattack at this time. After all, no one would refuse victory, glory and promotion, so they turned their guns and went into battle again.

At this point, the outcome was decided, and the defeat of the German army was only a matter of time.

Francis said "hmm" expressionlessly.

He admitted that his initial judgment of Charles was wrong. This little guy's military talent was comparable to Napoleon, at least much more reliable than that Major General Gard.

Then he smiled again, and the benefit he gained was that everything was back.

The family and two large factories, including a machine gun production line, and many immeasurable honors and benefits...

Finally, he locked his eyes on Charles, thinking about how to position him.

The ability of this little guy was far beyond his imagination. Could he control this little guy?

Charles didn't notice the eyes of others. He just walked to Joseph next to the stands and comforted him:

"It's okay, the battle is about to end!"

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief, and his face relaxed a little:

"Yes, Master Charles!"

Matthew was driving one of the "tin cans" on the battlefield.

Joseph, staring at the battlefield, praised Charles from the bottom of his heart:

"This is your strength, Master Charles! You commanded them to win this battle!"

"You saved all of us, including France!"