Berg

"Guys, I guess you don't want your chariots to be blown up at the beginning of the battle. You have to know that your chariots can save your life at a critical moment!" The company commander patrolled the position, watching As everyone was busy adding camouflage to their squad's infantry fighting vehicles, "So be careful when you do your camouflage. It's better to pile the entire forest on your vehicle!"

"Hey! Hey! Fogel!" Hans stood on the roof of the car and said to Fogel who was tying branches to the car body, "Give me a bigger tree fork, this gun mantlet is too big Now, I swear I could see it from a mile away if you don't add some big guys up there."

"Why are you looking for it yourself, I haven't finished my work yet!" Fogel didn't lift his head when he heard the words, and continued to do his own thing.

"Man, you're so lazy, really!" Hans muttered as he jumped out of the car, "Look, if I find it myself, I have to jump off, and I have to climb up again when I find it..."

It didn't take long for Hans to drag a huge tree fork back to the side of the car. He first threw the tree fork onto the car, then climbed up and covered the tree fork on the 20mm rapid-fire gun.

"Well, that's almost it." Hans looked at his "masterpiece" for a while, then rolled over and got out of the car with his MG42 machine gun in his arms, and found a place beside the car to set up the machine gun.

The squad leader happened to be returning from the Lianbu at this time. Seeing that everyone was busy, he smiled and said, "Everyone is very motivated, how is it? Are you disguised?"

"It's camouflaged, squad leader." Fogel just inserted the last branch, stood up and replied.

Hearing the words, the squad leader took a few steps back, looked at the "loved car" that had completely changed, then compared it with the surrounding environment, nodded in admiration and said, "Great, you have done a good job. I can't see an infantry fighting vehicle here at all."

"Haha, of course, this is a masterpiece from Hans!" Hans joked, "I guess the Gallic chickens wouldn't recognize them even if they were standing in front of our car."

Fogel, who was beside him, pouted, and then asked the squad leader: "Squad leader, how long do we have to stay here? Who is our opponent?"

After listening to Fogel's question, the squad leader took out a map from his carry-on bag, unfolded it on the ground, pointed to his location and introduced the specific task to everyone: "The small village where we are located is called Berg. , on the north side of Acherne, is the flank of our 137th Panzergrenadier Regiment. The task of our company is to get stuck at this point, and the three companies stationed 4 kilometers away block all the French troops who are trying to attack our regiment's flank! So how long we need to defend depends on the specific situation, if we are unlucky, we will not meet a Frenchman, if we are lucky, it may become the main attack direction of the Frenchman..."

"If you're lucky, you might become the Frenchman's main attack direction?!" Fogel's eyes widened, "Then I hope I'm less lucky today..."

"It's only possible." The squad leader shrugged, "The news from the Air Force reconnaissance troopers shows that the main force of the French army on the opposite side is still in front of Acherne, and there are only less than one battalion of infantry in our direction. And the Air Force brothers are already stationed at Sindelfingen Airport, which is only about 60 kilometers away from us, and we can call air support at any time."

"Air Force..." Fogel was about to say something when he was interrupted by the faint roar of the engine. They raised their heads suspiciously and looked at the distant sky.

Gradually, the sound of the engine got closer and closer, and the owner of the sound also revealed the prototype, the fighter jet.

"What are you doing? The Frenchman's plane?" Hoffman looked at the plane above his head and asked in confusion, "Why did the Frenchman's plane fly here?"

"I don't know." Hans shook his head, "Did it find us?"

"I guess not." The squad leader said, "After all, we are hiding in the woods even now, and the vehicles are all camouflaged. It's not so easy for people in the sky to find us."

"Do we have an empty weapon? If so, we are not afraid of it." Hoffman asked, looking at the slow-flying biplane circling overhead.

"Is this an anti-aircraft weapon?" Fogel pointed to the MG42 general-purpose machine gun on the ground and asked with a smile.

"Of course!" Hoffman said, about to get the MG42, "Look at me knocking it down!"

I don't know if I heard Hoffman's words, and fled into the distance with an acceleration.

Of course, perhaps the two small black dots that appeared high in the sky were the real reason for it to flee - those were two German ME109s, the latest improved model, ME109F.

Old, how could it escape from the hands of the strongest fighter in the world today? I saw two ME109s deftly adjusted their direction at high altitude and swooped towards Spad.

The pilot of Spade was also an old bird. From the rearview mirror of the fighter jet, he saw two Deaths pounce towards him, without the slightest panic, he quickly drove the plane to make a nice small angle turn, and then Was blasted into the sky by ME109.

No way, who said ME109's mobility is so strong?

"Beautiful shot!" A group of people saw the French plane being easily blasted into the sky by their own fighter jets, and immediately rushed out of the woods excitedly, waving their hats to salute the pilots in the air.

Only then did the German pilots in the sky realize that their comrades were hidden on the ground. They drove the plane to reduce the speed, flew over the soldiers' heads at a low altitude, swung the wings, and then shot in the direction Spade wanted to go. Then a spiral pulled up and returned to the high altitude.

"Are they showing us planes?" Hoffman said to his comrades with a smile, "I told you that when I signed up for the military, I wanted to go to the Air Force, but unfortunately I am not physically fit, otherwise I will be driving now. The plane might be me."

"No no." The squad leader lowered his head for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't think they are showing us the plane, but they want to remind us that there is an enemy in the direction that the French fighter wants to go!"

"There is an enemy?!" Everyone was stunned.

"Yes!" The squad leader nodded, then dragged everyone back to their positions.

"Also, that French plane is not a fighter, either. It was completely withdrawn from the French Air Force fighter sequence in the early 1930s." Hans prefers planes, so he remembered the model of that plane. Appearing here can only explain one thing, that is a front-line reconnaissance plane!"