My Third Empire

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The British clearly felt that the unit they attacked head-on was not their old opponent, the Italian. As if on a football field, the opponent changed from a soft Chinese team to a hard German team, and the British suddenly found that the enemy in front of their position was changed from a soft Italian army to a tough German * people.

This is a painful experience that has been suppressed from every detail. The good habits that were previously cultivated in the Italian North African forces have become the spurs of every soldier or officer of the British team at this moment.

The precise German shelling directly greeted the positions of the British defenders, and some British soldiers who did not evade at all were so stupidly sent to heaven by shells. No one believes that the Italian shelling will be so accurate, and no one believes that his camp has already been marked on the map by German commanders.

The subsequent German offensive even caused the British to be extremely painful. The feeling of the guns and bullets was almost the same as hell. The weapons of the German soldiers had absolute advantages in all aspects. Machine guns with better performance have even more convenient and effective rocket launchers.

When a British commander who was accustomed to standing on the position and looking at his opponent with a telescope was shot through the lungs by a German sniper, the British officers thoroughly remembered that 550 meters was not a safe distance, at least facing The German sniper was not a safe distance.

"Medical soldiers! Medical soldiers! Major Gelt was hit! He was hit!" A soldier yelled loudly, holding the officer who had just been pierced through his chest. This shot came very suddenly. If the other party tried to fire at them with a machine gun or a rifle, he vowed that he would definitely hide with Major Gert, but the shot appeared so abruptly and directly hit the grid. Major.

Not far away, the sound of the German ’s special machine gun firing continued to be heard. The soldier watched Major Gerte, who was spitting blood, kicking his legs and struggling. At a loss.

Several British soldiers ran over with special big eaves helmets, and kept shouting some words to remind their companions: "The Germans are attacking! Their tank is in front! Leave here quickly! If you run late , You are about to be captured by the Germans! My God, their shots are accurate. "

At the end of the horizon, you can see the German tanks are organizing an offensive. Those tanks have a very low profile, but the German tanks are obviously much better than the scrap iron in the hands of the Italians. These uniquely shaped German tanks Can fire at a far distance and use grenades to destroy the defensive positions of the British.

"Boom!" A British tank fired not far away, and after the soldier ran for a few minutes carrying a major who was already out of gas and less air, he saw the British tank fight back. A dozen British Matilda tanks appeared on the sand dunes, rushed over the small plants in the desert, and rushed towards the German tanks.

But immediately after he saw an unforgettable scene, an armor-piercing projectile directly smashed the front armor of a Matilda tank, and this British tank, famous for its heavy armor, was directly broken into parts. . The powerful impact force slightly deformed the body of the entire tank, and the subsequent violent explosion even lifted the turret of this tank out.

A gun penetrated the armor of the Matilda tank 500 meters away? This is a joke for British tankers in North Africa. Italy ’s poor little tank was not an opponent of Matilda tank at all, so this thunder strike left the surrounding British soldiers stunned, until the second British tank was destroyed, everyone remembered that they were still running. State.

"What did you say? What did you say? Make it clear? The Italians counterattacked? The Germans? How could the Germans counterattack ... You can confirm it to me and say it again! Shouting for reinforcement without knowing anything, how could I give you ? "The old British general, who was so angry, hung up the phone.

He walked to the front of the map and confirmed the situation on the battlefield with his combat staff. The frontal position of the British defenders was penetrated, something he could not imagine. He had been operating this line of defense for a month, but it was actually broken down in just an hour.

But this is not the main reason for his annoyance. He is angry that the troops of the two divisions on his front line have not yet figured out who the opponent is and how powerful the opponent is. All the troops responded that they suffered heavy losses, but they could not explain how many troops were attacked.

"The counter-attacked armored forces were forced to retreat one kilometer east. The opponent's armored units should be at least German. The commander of our tank unit reported that the opponent should have a battalion of tanks. Holding a few messages that he had just received, he said to the old general.

"Major Gert, the 1st commander of the 90th Division, has just been killed." The old general sighed, and said with some sadness: "I talked to him very well, and he is a good boy. Unfortunately."

Just as the old general remembered his friend, a telegrapher handed the latest report to the staff. The staff matched the map and then used blue pencil to draw a few thick lines on the map. .

"The enemy rushed into the junction of the two divisions, and here and here a very perfect two-winged defensive position was established. Italy could not play such a smooth offensive. This unit is German." The staff looked at the old general. And then pointed to the thick lines and said: "The other side has an infantry regiment and an armored battalion on the front. There is a battalion here. There should be a regiment here on the flank ... This is an infantry division."

The old general shook his head and pointed to the rear of the German offensive troops. He said with confidence: "They will definitely not invest in all the troops to attack. Here I think there is a tank division hiding waiting for us to fight back!"

He was convinced that he had information about the size of the German army. He guessed that Germany should have an armored division and two infantry troops. Because these troops could not be taken out to attack at the same time because of the supply problem, he was convinced that the German troops in front of his position were An infantry division and an armored division. In this way, the reserve team in his hand is obviously not enough to fight back, he can only start the retreat across the board according to the pre-plan.

But Montgomery's guess made him uncertain. If the Germans really only have so much in front of him, then he still thinks about what he can do and fight back-as long as it is equivalent to the consumption status of the exchange, it can be said that he has won the game.

However, he had to act cautiously. After all, he was now pinching the British main force in North Africa. Once something went wrong, even pulling him out and shooting him would not save the deterioration of the situation in North Africa. So after thinking for a while, he still decided to follow his original meaning: save strength.

"Order the troops to retreat! Let's return to Tobruk!" After a few minutes of tapping on the table with his fingers, the old general still ordered the retreat. He decided not to risk a counterattack, but to avoid the German thunder and stretch. German supply line.

His decision is very correct, there is no need to waste limited supplies and the army for a moment of winning or losing. The real defensive line of the British team is in the area of ​​Tobruk. They can now retreat and throw thousands of miles of yellow sand to the Germans. This is a very good deal anyway.

At the same time, in the frontline headquarters of the German army, General Frederick was looking at the battle map in front of him with his hands on his back, which marked the battle situation between the two sides.

"The anticipated British counterattack did not arrive, which is not good news for us." He was worried because the 7th Armored Division led by Rommel had not yet appeared on the battlefield.

"Is our attack strength not enough? The British are not eager to invest in reserve forces now?" The staff also doubted the current chaos and kept drawing his guesses on the map: "If they keep the reserve team, General Rommel ’s situation is very dangerous. "

Frederick shook his head. He firmly believed that his offense was very sharp. If he was commanding on the opposite side at this time, he would definitely put his reserve team on the front line, because if it is later, these reserve teams will also be saved. The situation on the battlefield is no longer there.

Thinking of this, Friedrich frowned again and focused his attention on the front wedge-shaped breakthrough of the German 7th Army, and then raised his eyebrows and said: "There are two cases of not investing in the reserve team at this time. The first is the United Kingdom. There is no reserve team in the hands; the second is that the British did not want to stick to this ... "

Speaking of which, he seemed to have grasped some key things, carefully sorted out his own thoughts, and suddenly clapped the table, shouting loudly: "No! These British people are going to run!"

Guessing the British commander's idea, Frederick also had to admire the wisdom of the British commander. He even saw his dangerous situation and wanted to take a safe tactic to retreat. So he quickly ordered: "We are going to change General Rommel's battle plan. Now we must invest in our preparations and bite the British team in front! Otherwise, when General Rommel appears on the flank, these British people have already ran! "

He glanced at the chief of staff of the 7th Army and tapped an obstacle on the map with his finger: "Order the 17th Division to immediately catch up from behind and attack here. The 27th Division on the front will continue to attack! These British troops! "

At this moment, Rommel led the 7th Armored Division of his lineage, and was still looking for his own route in the sky.