A new mission has been issued, which is an unusual mission for Major Ludman and his commando team who set out again.

Because, this is by Ernst.

The orders issued by Marshal Breme and Marshal Riddle were probably the most important of all the commandos.

This mission must be completed, which will attract all the attention of the Allied forces and lay a solid foundation for the German counterattack of the entire North African country.

Major Lutherman and the South African army were responsible for guiding the German artillery fire to kill France's defense facilities.

The remaining troops were responsible for cover, capturing some small villages and small battlefields next to them, with troops of two platoons.

Major Ludman was a German commando, sitting in trucks with several South African soldiers, eating cans and chatting. Geyunser, who had been promoted to lieutenant for his military achievements, sat in the front, and they had to capture the village of Moorto and guide the artillery there.

The commander of the South African army, Lieutenant Pheles, a British descendant, crossed his legs and was very leisurely. As a descendant of a British man, to be honest, he never took the Germans seriously.

The truck stopped, the soldiers got off and walked, and Moorto was ahead, and the enemy seemed to have not noticed them.

"Hey, I say, brothers, I'll assign a task." Lieutenant Gywanser said in English: "Sergeant Nord, you take your men from the north of the village, and I and my men are on the front... Lieutenant Firs, your men are on the south, and take it down in one fell swoop. But I think if possible, I can persuade them to surrender."

"You can speak German, I can understand, your English is a bit...." Lieutenant Firs, as a native English speaker, couldn't quite understand.

"The South Africans actually understand German." said the arrogant Lieutenant Geyunser. He was somewhat racist. Although Pheles and the South African soldiers were white, Lieutenant Geyunser looked down on them due to psychological prejudice.

This tone is very unpopular. Although these South African soldiers do not understand German, they saw something from their superiors' faces and picked up guns one after another.

"Hey! There is no need to be angry about these little things. I think everyone is here for the mission... It's not worth fighting for this little thing..." Major Ludman smoothed out the situation.

"Arrogant German." Firs was a little angry: "You will regret it."

"Okay, let's start taking action." Sergeant Nord shrugged.

They were about to arrive at the village, and the South African army had separated from them and headed to the south of the village. At this time, bullets suddenly shot out from the sand dunes on both sides, and several soldiers were killed on the spot.

"German! We have been waiting for a long time!" the French army above shouted loudly in German.

"There is an ambush! Everyone, hide!" Sergeant Kram yelled in the sand pit, and then shot at the dunes.

Second Lieutenant Geyunser hidden himself and took out the megaphone on his body and shouted at him: "Hey, do you know, you have no hope. Our counterattack is beginning. Put down your weapons and join us. You promise not to be hurt."

The lieutenant above laughed: "My friend, you are too naive. Do you think you can really defeat the Americans? I think you will all die here today."

Second Lieutenant Geyunser was furious. He aimed the lieutenant's head with a rifle and shot it. Second Lieutenant Geyunser fell down. Then, Second Lieutenant Geyunser shouted to his subordinates behind him: "Destroy these damn guys, bastards!"

Sergeant Nord swept at the enemy above with a submachine gun, cursing: "Damn it, when will the French treat the Germans in such a arrogant tone?"

The combat power of the enemies above is much stronger than they expected. It is not easy to destroy these dozens of people.

"Sir! French armored vehicles appeared in the East!" Martin said while beating.

"Damn it, Geyunser, we're trapped." Sergeant Nord suddenly became nervous.

The armored vehicle drove over. Martin hurriedly lay on the ground and installed a bomb on the tracks of the armored vehicle. The armored vehicle drove 20 meters and exploded.

"We should leave here!"

"God, when did these French men become wary?" Martin rolled and crawled to Major Ludman squatting in the sand pit. Behind him were more than a dozen French troops.

"It's like being hypnotized." Corporal Denise ran over: "Take out the grenade and let them wake up!"

Three or four grenades were thrown out of the sand pit, and more than half of the dozen pursuers were killed by the bomb, and the rest also took out grenades and threw them into the sand pit.

"Run!" The three of them rolled out of the sand pit, and the bullets behind them were slamming.

The Frenchmen on the dunes also rushed down, but the opponent's firepower was also very strong, and they could not rush to Major Ludman and the others.

A few desperate rushes to them, and Lieutenant Geyunser drew out a submachine gun and drove them into honeycombs: "You must not give mercy to the French!"

Major Ludman and his team climbed behind a pile of sand and stones and began to throw grenades at the French.

Corporal Denise pulled out the last grenade, and just reached out to throw it out. A bullet penetrated his hand. Corporal Denise screamed and shrank his hand back. The grenade fell to the ground and exploded. Major Ludman and his friends were shocked and lost consciousness. In the eyes, the French rushed to them. Just as they had heard the crisp sound of the spring pulling the trigger, the French were instantly fuzzy. Lieutenant Geyunser was shooting there while still shouting: "Damn it! Damn it!"

Several French soldiers were about to stand up to watch the situation and flew out. Another tank appeared in the east.

"Martin! Destroy it with your explosives!" Sergeant Cram shouted.

"It's gone, sir!"

Major Ludman jumped to the tank with agility. The soldiers hurriedly covered him and killed the infantry behind him. Major Ludman pulled out a crowbar he picked up during the battle, pried open the turret cover, threw the grenade in, and a pile of minced meat flew out from it after a few seconds.

"God, I don't have a grenade anymore, don't come to the tank."

At this time, a tank appeared with more than a dozen infantry soldiers.

"We're going to be finished!" A soldier was blown away before he finished speaking.

The infantry behind the tank and the infantry on the dunes began to attack, and they were to be wrapped into dumpling stuffing.

German and South African soldiers hid in the tank, but they would die if they were careless.

"Brothers, hold on, I called the plane!" The communications soldier shouted loudly. He had called the plane for support, and they could get all the support they needed.

"What if I can't hold on, my friend!" Martin said with some disappointment.

"Take your luck!" The communications soldier also took out his gun and shot at the enemy.

"Oh my God, these infantry use all American equipment, no wonder they have such strong firepower!" Sergeant Nord was forced to his horns by the machine gun on the dune.

"The Americans' equipment is pretty good, but unfortunately it's used in the hands of the French." Sergeant Kram said while shooting, "I think it's time for them to taste the power of German weapons."

Another tank appeared, and a row of them followed behind it.

"Why are there so many more? Are they breeding in the village?" Major Ludman screamed in anger. Although it was winter now, his body was soaked in sweat and the barrel was burned red.

Tanks were firing continuously, and there were only more than twenty people left in them, but the French army was increasing.

"Damn, I haven't lived enough yet! Don't fucking come over!" Corporal Denise said that he had shot more than 30 shots at those enemies.

Several more people in front were shot down.

However, just as they were about to despair, many of the French troops suddenly fell to the ground and died. A group of South African troops appeared behind them.

The South African army installed bombs behind the tanks, and the two tanks instantly turned into scrap iron. The French army was a little panicked, and Lieutenant Firs led the soldiers to knock down five or six more before they could react.

The French quickly stabilized and launched an attack on the South African army, but their forces were dispersed and they lost the cover of tanks. The German and South African army took this opportunity to launch a counterattack, and they engaged in a fierce gunfight.

Their hands held endless bullets and shot at the enemies. The French also took the initiative to fight back with red eyes.

"These guys are like injecting two barrels of morphine!" Major Ludman shot a Frenchman to death, and then attracted dozens of bullets. He hurriedly fell down and almost got beaten into parts.

Second Lieutenant Fils ignited the explosives and threw them out. The violent explosion shocked the French.

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Lieutenant Geyunser took a break from his busy schedule to run to Lieutenant Pheles: "Brother, I have to say sorry to you."

"If you know, you don't need to explain anything... Now is not the time to say these words..." Second Lieutenant Philes killed an enemy who rushed over.

"That's good... I'm back, goodbye to Lieutenant!" Lieutenant Ge Yunse ran back.

Major Ludman asked the correspondent: "Why isn't air support yet......------has arrived!"

The soldiers all looked up to the sky. Several planes had already come and shot these French troops with bombs and machine guns. Then six more dive bombers were thrown from the sky with bombs and bombs.

Subsequently, a group of Commonwealth troops also drove over with tanks, and the French army disarmed here.

"Oh! Look who it is! Sitaco, I miss me so much." Major Ludman walked over like Martin with his arms spread out.

"Haha, Mr. Lutherman is so lucky that he can come alive in both fierce battles."

"The same is true for you, Sitaco, I didn't expect you to be alive."

Lieutenant Firs and Lieutenant Geyunser also shook hands and made peace, but the enemies were still competing when they shook hands.

"Brothers, according to my investigation," said a British intelligence officer: "The French in the village are all out this time, and we can now attack them without a single shot."

"That's great, brothers, rest on the spot for half an hour before moving forward, and disband!" Sergeant Nord breathed a sigh of relief.

It was night, and the coalition forces had entered Moorto, and there were not many French troops inside, so they were disarming obediently.

The night has come here.

"Major Ludman, I don't seem to see things clearly recently." Martin, who was lying on the bed, still holding a book in his left hand.

"I've said a long time ago that the light here is so dark, you always lie down and read books, and sooner or later you will become blind."

"This is the memoir of our commander, Marshal Riddle."

"How is the level?"

"It can be seen that Marshal Riddle has put in a lot of effort."

Corporal Denise sat next to them with three cups of coffee on his plate, took a sip, and said, "I have seen his memoirs of our marshal."

"Very good, quite good." Major Ludman glanced at him and said.

"Come some coffee? I still have a few sugar cubes. I can drink all the coffee later.!
To be continued...