Chapter 42 Do you want to do it again?

Blood splattered and screams rang out.

Bullets flew around the German camp, making a whistling sound, and pulled out clear lines in the air, like the lines of a kite.

But the end was not a beautiful pattern, but a body of broken flesh and dazzling red.

The defenseless German army was in chaos under the rain of bullets, and many people had become corpses before they could figure out what was going on.

The officers shouted loudly in the crowd to try to control the situation, but they didn't know what was going on, so they could only shout weakly: "Enemy situation, prepare for battle!"

However, where is the enemy?

What preparations should be made?

Where to shoot?

Those standing, lying, and lying in a pool of blood in front are all our own people. Occasionally, a black shadow flashed by in the roaring sound of the motor, followed by the terrifying sound of machine guns, and the bullets were like giant sickles, ruthlessly harvesting lives.

The soldiers were panicked, holding their guns but not daring to pull the trigger.

If they fired in this situation, they would only hit their own people!

The cavalry horses were neatly tied at the other end of the camp. They were so frightened that they raised their heads and neighed loudly when they sensed danger. Soon they broke free from the reins and ran wildly, knocking down countless soldiers along the way and trampling them hard under their iron hooves.

A carriage full of ammunition was pulled around by the frightened horses. The ropes tied to the ammunition boxes broke in the violent shaking, and the shells poured along the carriage.

Finally, a row of bullets hit the carriage...

With a loud bang, the ammunition exploded and instantly tore the carriage and the horses into pieces. Fire and smoke rose into a small mushroom cloud in the military camp. All the nearby German soldiers were thrown into the air and then fell back to the ground in several pieces.

Major Brownie, who was shooting, was shocked by this scene.

He never knew that the Germans were so easy to deal with. They seemed to just point their guns at the enemy and pull the trigger...

The speeding sidecar was very unstable, and the bullets flew up and down uncontrollably. When they landed, they would shake sideways due to vibration and inertia. There was no accuracy at all.

However, they did not need accuracy.

Because the enemy was right in front of them and gathered together, no matter whether the bullets were shot up or down or left or right, they were all aimed at the enemy.

However, Major Browne felt that more German soldiers were not hit by bullets, but were injured in the chaos: they shot and injured their own people randomly, ran in panic, and horses trampled, shells exploded, etc.

Finally, the motorcycle team penetrated the German barracks.

Charles had said: "Don't fight, Major. You must make full use of the advantage of speed. Once you slow down, you're done!"

Therefore, Major Browne did not stop. He led the convoy back to the road and continued to move forward, just like a mob on motorcycles breaking into a vegetable market, making a mess of everything and then leaving.

The motorcycle was driving steadily on the road, and the soldiers remained silent. They seemed to have not recovered from the battle, or they did not believe what had just happened was true.

After a while, someone screamed:

"What did we do just now? Did we beat the Germans hard?"

"Of course, didn't you see how embarrassed they were? My wheels are all red, that's all German blood!"

"It's unbelievable. We are only more than 200 people, but we killed and injured more than 20,000 people and had no power to fight back. How did this happen?!"

Major Brownie swallowed his saliva. He didn't expect this result either. He looked in front and behind him. It seemed that everyone was there, and even if there was any loss, it was minimal.

Incredible, this tactic really works. Charles succeeded again!

He created a miracle again!

Major Browne was stunned for a while, then took out the map from his arms and looked at it, and shouted to the excited soldiers: "Hey, guys, do you want to do it again?"

...

Kluck stumbled up from the ground and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. The military camp that was just in order was now in chaos.

Burning tents, dead bodies all over the ground, and wounded soldiers lying on the ground wailing. The survivors seemed to be frightened. Some sat on the ground and didn't know what to do, and some still lay down and didn't dare to get up.

Where are the enemies?

Kluck looked around, and there was no trace of the enemy.

If it weren't for the desolation, Kluck would even doubt whether the enemy had come.

The staff officer ran over from somewhere, breathing rapidly and in a panic: "General, we captured several enemies and their... three-wheeled motorcycles!"

Kluck gritted his teeth and signaled the staff officer to lead the way with a look.

It was a sidecar that had overturned. The machine gunner's head was smashed in the accident, and the driver was shot in the chest and died on the spot.

Only the soldier sitting in the back seat was still alive, but his right leg was broken, and it was folded up at a weird angle and pressed under him.

He lay on the ground, trembling with pain and pale, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, but he didn't dare to cry out. He looked at the surrounding German soldiers and the black muzzles of the guns coming up with fear.

Kluck didn't care about the surviving prisoner at all. He cast his eyes on the sidecar that was upside down and the wheels were still turning, and bent down from time to time to look at its internal structure.

After a long time, he stood up and sighed expressionlessly: "A genius design, combining the Maxim machine gun and the motorcycle, it has super firepower and good passability and mobility!"

Kluck seemed to understand why the covering troops did not give an alarm. These three-wheeled motorcycles should have come from the mountain road or the small road. They bypassed the defense zone of the covering troops and hit them directly behind.

That is here!

Then, Kluck seemed to have thought of something. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the motorcycle team disappeared. He ordered the staff in a cold voice: "Order the 9th Army to organize defense. The enemy is heading in their direction!"

"Yes!"

Then Kluck added another order: "They may turn back. Our troops will organize defense to the north!"

"Yes!"

The troops organized defense in the north according to the order. The rear was handed over to the logistics troops to clean up the mess. The artillery set up the artillery on the open ground and aimed the muzzle at the road. Once the enemy motorcycles appeared again, the dense shells would blow them up.

"Come on, little mice, see where you can run!" Kluck hid in the invisible body and observed the road ahead.

However, the sound of the motor suddenly came from behind.

Kluck thought to himself that something was wrong. He turned around and raised the telescope with trembling hands. Another convoy of the enemy?

He soon found that this was not the case. In the aperture of the telescope, he clearly saw a blood-stained convoy, which was clearly the enemy from before.

Bastard, they circled along the road!

As a German general, he was attacked twice by the same unit on the same day!

And this time, the enemy attacked the fragile artillery and logistics units, as well as piles of shells!