More than two hours after the Lank convoy passed, the sunlight gradually set in the west began to cover the earth. Captain Clark showed that there was another convoy in front of the position, and even had louder sounds and dust than before.?

"What's going on? Does the headquarters just distrust us so much and send reinforcements?" he muttered, unable to believe it.

Corporal Adams said enviously: "I don't know how many cars will come this time. Tsk tsk. The lieutenant colonel was so proud just now, but his cigarettes are really good. This is the first time an officer has asked me to smoke high-end cigarettes."

Not long after I raised my telescope and looked at it, Clark's face suddenly frozen, because the tank he showed up was not his own - the convoy just now was full of the empire's rice flags, and now it was the iron cross of the Germans. Hell, why did the Germans come so soon?

"No, German!" he screamed, "...everyone is there, immediately enter the trenches and prepare for the battle..." Before he could finish his order, the t-34 tank that took the lead had raised its cannon high, and as soon as he finished speaking, the shells had already fallen.

This time, the African army invested a lot and did not have any tentative attacks. They immediately set up and attacked the entire line. Not only did they directly rush the armored troops to attack, but there were also a large number of armored grenadiers. Behind them, they used trucks to directly pull large-caliber howitzers to rush to the second line, without even building a defensive position, and they directly attacked. They were almost using bayonets to provide support for firepower, and they didn't seem to care about the British artillery counterattack at all.

Clark made his fastest choice and response, but unfortunately he was still one step too late. The soldiers caught off guard were knocked down by the constantly exploded artillery shells. Before the soldiers who had finally rolled into the trench had time to take a breath, the German tanks rushed up again. Clark had no other choice but to pounce in front of the phone to report, but he believed that such fierce artillery fire would definitely alarm the troops behind. As long as he was defended, there was still a glimmer of hope.

Sure enough, the battalion commander's tone in the receiver was even more anxious than him: "I know the Germans have launched a full-line attack, you must withstand it. The artillery will fight back soon..."

"Yes, hold on."

However, all the British officers and soldiers on the front line were soon disappointed. They were looking forward to the artillery position opening fire to cover them. Instead, there was also a very violent explosion behind them. The direction was actually from the artillery position. Just when the division's artillery group received the order and prepared for power, the tank squadron commanded by Heinz arrived. In the past two hours just now, Captain Rank made full use of the forged Lieutenant Colonel Robin's name to find out the deployment situation and the virtual strength of various positions.

The other troops did not doubt the purpose of this force at all. They were much less vigilant than Clark. In this regard, the unceremonious commando immediately aimed the gun at the positions of the 2nd, 4th, 11th Royal Artillery Regiments and the 146th Field Artillery Regiments (the British middle-level organization is smaller in size, only slightly larger than the battalion level of other countries). They had already seemed to be relatively complete when they urgently built fortifications that day. If it were ordinary firepower suppression, it would not be so easy, but they encountered the Rank Commando who came close to them.

"At the 5th Company, all high-explosive bombs, armored vehicles are responsible for solving artillery." Almost as the African army launched an attack, Heinzb fired. He had just marked the infantry position and shot the generals, and tried hard to lift the muzzle. The British artillerymen who were preparing to support the front-line infantry had not yet reacted, suddenly dozens of flames burst out from the flanks. More than twenty artillery shells fell on their positions like eyes, which not only caused an explosion all day long, but also

This caused other artillery shells that had just opened the ammunition box to explode. The entire position was suddenly shrouded in flames and screams, shrapnel flew everywhere, broken limbs and broken arms were thrown into the air from time to time and then fell heavily. Many artillery soldiers were directly killed in the artillery positions. The German armored vehicles advanced and used their machine guns to scatter dense rain of bullets at the surviving British artillery soldiers who were hiding everywhere. In one breath, the artillery position turned into a terrible hell.

Without the support of artillery, the infantry alone could obviously not withstand the attack of the A-powered troops of Goodry. Moreover, the British army did not even have the air force to cover at this time - because the planes were sent by Montgomery to support the armored troops in front, the front line was broken through by German tanks within ten minutes.?WShu·1ka?n

Before receiving the emergency telegram from the rear, Horox and others were quite proud, because the Italians who fled along the coastal highway were basically the 1st and 7th armored divisions. After executing the quick assault order, the British tank group rushed straight in, turning the Italians upside down, and the wreckage of Italian tanks, armored vehicles and vehicles were everywhere, and there were also piles of Italians praying for surrender. At the beginning of the attack, these groups of Italians ran around like frightened rabbits. Later, after seeing that the British tanks and armored vehicles had surrounded the entire area, they "wisely" did not choose to fight but became prisoners, and a few tried to resist or escape.

The Italian thin-skinned tanks became the appetizer for British tanks, and they could be destroyed with a little attack. Only a few armored vehicles and trucks that were not good at the aircraft were slipped out, but their life was not easy. They were quickly surrounded and intercepted by air forces. It seemed that today the German Air Force also realized that the Italians were in a desperate situation. The planes covered in the air came to work hard two days ago. They hurriedly dealt with them and retreated. The desert air force pilots who had been entangled for several days suddenly felt happy and tried to toss the Italians below. They didn't know that these German planes that had a flick of shots had already cooperated with the African army to carry out lightning attacks on the infantry and artillery positions of the two armored divisions according to Guderian's order.

Looking at the victory scene, Horox was very satisfied and smiled and said to Major General Langton: "The headquarters estimates that it is good. These are all Italians. It seems that all the tank armed forces in Italy are here. Although the counting results have not yet come out, I believe we have killed at least 250 Italian tanks or armored vehicles."

Langton was also full of confidence in this: "Fortunately, we decisively attacked lightly. If we dragged the infantry and artillery slowly, we didn't know when we could solve the Italians. If we had to say, we should have done this long ago, maybe the whole army will return to deal with the Germans now."

Major General Briggs said enthusiastically: "It's not too late to return now, maybe we can still see Goodrian hitting our carefully prepared positions."

"Sir, there is an emergency telegram behind."

"Sir Montgomery has new instructions?" Horox asked, taking the telegram from his adjutant.

"No, the Germans attacked." The adjutant looked nervous, "About half an hour ago, Guderian began a full-scale attack."

The three major generals suddenly felt nervous for no reason. After reading the telegram, Horox screamed in shock: "Attack the infantry and artillery left behind us? Didn't they say that they would be able to catch up with us at least one day?"

"What?" the other two looked at each other.

"How many troops are there? How many tanks did the enemy dispatch? How big is the attack width?" Major General Briggs asked a series of questions, and the adjutant could only explain in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, the telegram did not say it clearly."

"Now no matter what, the enemy has come, we must go back." Faced with a small group of Italian remnants who were still fleeing further away, Major General Langton could only express his grief in such a painful statement, "The situation does not allow us to continue pursuing the Italians."

Horox thought for a while and made a decision: "Get out of the troops and return to the army! We originally expected to deal with the Italians around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, but now the time has come. Although the enemy still has some remnants of defeated soldiers, it is obvious that there will be no big storm, let alone you can count on the Air Force to pursue it."

The two division commanders immediately ordered the tank squadrons to carry out emergency battlefield supplies and turned around. Half of the operation was carried out, a new telegram came again: it was said that the enemy's artillery fire was very fierce, the 7th Motorcycle Brigade did not receive strong support, and the positions in front had all collapsed.

"What?" Everyone was shocked. Although a motorcycle brigade could not stop the other party's armored cluster as expected, the rapid collapse was much greater than everyone's expectations.

"Why don't our artillery fight back, why don't we support?" Everyone's heads were full of this question, and the big question mark seemed to linger on the heads of the three major generals.

Before they could figure out why the new telegram came again, after reading this telegram, I almost blew the lungs of the three people. It actually read: The armored formation reinforced by the Army Command rebelled and attacked our artillery positions with artillery fire. My artillery has been completely lost. The rebels are currently attacking the anti-tank position...

"What?" Everyone's eyes were wide open. How could such a thing happen?

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Major General Briggs' head shook like a rattle. "How is this possible? This must be a mistake."

Major General Langton said coldly: "I don't believe it either. Chief Montgomery is far away from us, so how could there be an armored formation he sent?"

While Horox ordered a telegram to General Montgomery for verification, he ordered the remaining troops to guard their positions and strictly prevent the enemy from infiltration. The two division commanders Langton and Briggs urged the tanks to speed up supplies like crazy.

The Army Command responded faster than they thought. Montgomery clearly replied: "Except for the Air Force, the Command has not sent any support forces. The other vanguards are at least one day and one night away from your headquarters. Immediately check if the telegram is wrong?"

"No need to check it, it must be the spy convoy that the Germans infiltrated..."

Commander Briggs collapsed and stood there blankly and said to himself: "My artillery, my motorcycle brigade, are all finished!"
Chapter completed!