As the commander of the reconnaissance company of the 24th Armored Brigade of the 10th Armored Division of the United Kingdom, Army Captain Richardson received a mission in the regiment headquarters that suddenly accelerated his heartbeat - to investigate the enemy situation in Treacher.

The smoke rushes up in the reservoir area. Richardson took a few greedy sips, relaxing the tension along the way. At this time, he felt from the bottom of his heart that the cigarette tasted really good, with a mellow taste and endless aftertaste. He cursed hatefully: "It's really hell, Italians shouldn't come to North Africa to fight. It's great to produce cigarettes at home! This taste is much softer than the American camel cigarettes we give. I dare say that it must be a senior officer with cigarettes."

The other people were also laughing and happy. That's right, the Italians were both unbeatable and looked down upon by the Germans, and even when they ran away, they were pulled by the Germans as a backer. I really don't know how much they had to get involved with the Germans.

After getting enough fun, everyone became excited. The vanguard's troops were usually very risky, and the reconnaissance troops were always with danger. However, this operation seemed to be fine, and the oil and water were extremely rich. Everyone started to take action. Richardson did not obstruct the soldiers from looking for "trophy" for himself in the warehouse. These were what the reconnaissance troops deserved, otherwise he would not expect soldiers to work hard next time. The warehouse alone, plus the arms on the road, would not be able to escape. He seemed to see the golden major rank waved to him. Before he could take a step, the messenger came to report again: "Sir, our people found the enemy command center, there was no one inside, and the enemy ran away!"

"Go and have a look."

The armored vehicle rushed towards the command center where Guderian was staying, and saw that it was covered with debris, and there was even a layer of shallow yellow sand covering it. The ground was covered with telegram paper and documents, and there was a blood-red and iron-black Third Reich flag hanging on one side. There was no time to take it off and take it away. It looked ridiculous. Richardson ignored so much, and he only found a chair and sat down with excitement, and experienced the feeling of planning, as if at this moment he was possessed by the staff officer in the headquarters. He was thinking: When will he be qualified to sit in such a command center for a meeting, even if it was the chair next to it!

In the middle of self-indulgence, another department came down to report the discovery of the arms warehouse. After discovering twice just now, Richardson is now immune to the results of the battle and is no longer as excited as he was at first. He waved his hand indifferently: "You count it first, I will check it out later. Now I want to consider sending a telegram."

The results of the arms warehouse inventory came out soon, including thousands of landmines, the ammunition boxes commonly used by Italians, most of which were grenades and rifle bullets, as well as some mortar shells and anti-tank shells. They were not as amazing as the military warehouse, but they were better in terms of their types and numbers. Richardson was very satisfied with this.

"To the regiment commander, no, just send a report to the brigade commander." Richardson sat on the chair of the commander, crossed his legs proudly, determined to cool down the commander who had just assigned the task to him. He didn't want to see his stinky face again.

The radio operator did not dislike this at all, but asked, "Sir, how do you write the telegram?"

"My reconnaissance company occupied Tel Akakir and seized a large amount of equipment, ammunition, and supplies. The enemy has all escaped!"

"yes!"

Everyone was smiling, and only the last sergeant from the search class came in with a sad face: "Sir, we found the enemy's fuel warehouse, but unfortunately we couldn't find the oil after looking at it for a long time. All we could find were empty buckets!"

"Of course this won't be left to us." Richard sneered, patted his shoulder to comfort the frustrated subordinate, "That is the Germans' reliance on escape. If they can be left behind, they might as well wait for us to come and accept the surrender."

"Sir, we have controlled the entire town center, and there are only a few indigenous people in the area. They said that the enemy had retreated yesterday morning and would we continue to expand the search in other directions?"

"Search?" Richardson said after hesitating, "Forget it, the sir, the sir ordered us to conduct fire reconnaissance on Teller Akakiel. We have completed all the tasks. The most important thing now is to pass the news back, and then take care of the warehouse and supplies to wait for later reception. Otherwise, what if the natives stolen them all after we leave?"

As he said, he blinked at his subordinates, and everyone immediately understood it. The command center laughed and laughed. The weather was really good today.

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Chapter completed!