"General! News just came! We lost our positions near the highway! Rommel leaned against the track of the command tank and was looking at the map spread out on the fender of tank No. 3. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

An operational staff officer came over and briefed him on the latest developments at the front. Everyone knows that Britain is fighting back desperately, but no one has seen it with their own eyes.

They are staff officers, and under normal circumstances, they are just in the general headquarters, discussing the map, and giving ideas to their commanders.

Lieutenant General Alfred looked a little angry, and was ready to ask the commander of the 46th SS Division how he had lost his position.

Rommel was not angry, and spoke out to stop Lieutenant General Alfred's criticism of the 46th Infantry Division on the ground: "It is very good that they have been able to hold on until now. ”

If it weren't for the fanatical worship of the Führer in their hearts, if it weren't for the love of their homeland flowing in their chests, how many infantrymen would have dared to face the enemy's tanks?

"SS ...... You really can't underestimate it......" Rommel calmed Lieutenant General Alfred and whispered to himself.

He was also dissatisfied with the Führer's formation of the SS, and as an army officer from the Führer's residence, Rommel still hoped in his bones that the Führer would not always make trouble with the army.

He hoped that the Supreme High Command would reach a basic tacit agreement with the Army General Command so that he could pay as much as possible for his campaign in Africa and his plan to attack the Middle East.

But the formation of the SS was undoubtedly creating a barrier between the Führer and the Army, and this was where Rommel could not understand what the Führer was trying to do.

Only modern people from the 21 st century can fully understand the meaning and value of the existence of "an army of the party and the state."

The so-called detachment of the German Army, the so-called aristocratic blood, and the so-called sense of superiority and honor could not hide the fact that this army was too self-serving.

It is xenophobic and unwilling to be transformed, it clings to tradition and crests on its flaws, and it has even become stubborn to the point of bordering on pedantic.

Therefore, Li Le could only use the SS as a stepping stone, and finally used the million-fanatical Nazi Party to crush the influence of the entrenched Junker aristocracy on the army.

Now, in order to maintain stability, Li Le has installed the SS and is relatively restrained. When the entire Soviet campaign began, he had to borrow victory after victory to pave the way for the SS.

This is also the main reason why Li Le directly gave the African SS a 46th division number - the previous 45 SS divisions, Li Le planned to rebuild!

"Let the armored units go on top! The cunning rat of the British 7th Panzer Division can no longer be let go! Rommel looked at the No. 3 and No. 4 tanks passing by, and commanded loudly.

It's no wonder that Rommel couldn't hold his breath at all, it was all because the British 7th Panzer Division had run away from him too many times!

From distant Tobruk, Rommel began to engage the 7th Panzer Division. The number of times this armored division was heavily damaged at the hands of Rommel was already so many that it made people laugh and cry.

However, with the powerful transportation capabilities of the United States and the transportation line between the Pacific and India, which the German army really lacked to reach, the British 7th Panzer Division was like a phoenix, and it was reborn again and again.

With the passage of time, the current British 7th Panzer Division is no longer what it used to be. Its tanks were changed from backward and outdated British tanks to the tattered M3lee type of Americans.

In terms of performance, this kind of tank is really of little use to the United States. Now its only function is to go to Africa and take all the savings of the British army.

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On the front of the battlefield, the German SS soldiers finally could not withstand the overwhelming attack of the British army.

They had to drop the wounded and some seriously wounded corpses to retreat, and then leave a messy position to the British soldiers who followed them closely.

"Let the machine gun squad take cover! No need to fight more, hit a short press, and then retreat immediately! The German officers on the front line shouted differently to the soldiers passing by in the dense rain of bullets.

Just as he shouted this, another non-commissioned officer next to him was shot in the head and lay down at the company commander's feet.

As if looking at a stone that seemed to be lying at his feet, the German officer did nothing but keep urging his soldiers to regroup the defensive line.

"That can't be a position at all! Are you an idiot when you are a British soldier? Take your people and set up a line of defense behind us! Do it! The commando captain commanded, pointing to an infantry company that had been crippled.

Just now, after counting the number of people lost, two SS infantry battalions of about 1,000 soldiers were almost incapacitated by heavy losses.

One regiment of infantry suffered heavy losses, and now at least 500 soldiers were killed near the eastern highway - where there was a small Verdun meat grinder, which can only be described as cruel.

"If you can't do it, just put the British tanks over! If we continue to consume like this, we will all be wiped out by the British! A squadron leader of the second commando team dropped his helmet at his feet and complained loudly.

Originally, the SS and the Wehrmacht could not pee in the same pot, and now that they are fighting like this, they naturally have to complain about the Wehrmacht.

"We were asking for reinforcements half an hour ago! What about reinforcements? What about our reinforcements? Because of his anger, the squadron leader's voice became sharp.

His superior, the commando captain who had just given orders, ignored him, his eyes fixed on the position in the distance.

There is no contact there, which means that another infantry company, which has been put together with great difficulty, is almost out of combat.

If this infantry company were to be penetrated again, his command would be exposed to the direct threat of the enemy. He looked at the map and other documents around him, and said, "Clean up!" Let's get out of here! ”

"Oh God! Who will save us? A German soldier ran out of bullets from the last magazine, then felt the ammunition pack on his chest, screaming in pain.

Another German soldier rummaged through the foxhole on his knees, rummaging through a pile of steaming waste shells for a bullet that could be used.

"Long live Germany! Long live the Führer! At this moment an SS soldier suddenly stood up from his foxhole and raised his right hand at the oncoming bullet.

Then, without mercy, a British bullet pierced his chest, and he collapsed into his own foxhole, surrounded by a depleted magazine and a brand new MP-40 submachine gun.

Not far away, a German veteran silently inserted a bayonet into his Mauser 98K rifle, while not far away, an enemy tank was slowly running over the corpses of several German soldiers.

"If those bastards of the Wehrmacht still have a little bit of shame, they should also fight for the Führer at this time!" Looking beyond the cold blade of the bayonet, the veteran whispered a complaint.

Just as he was complaining, a shell suddenly pierced the hull of an M3lee tank that was showing off its might in the distance on the offensive position of the British 7th Panzer Division.

A huge explosion swept away the small turret of the M3lee tank, turning it into burning wreckage.

At a loss for what to do, behind the German position, a touching wisp of light smoke was rising from the muzzle of a No. 3 tank with a pallet skirt transport box hanging on both sides.

A crystal clear tear slid down the face of the living SS soldier, breaking away from the path of blood and dust. I don't know if it was because I was moved or grieving for my dead comrades, but the tears just fell, hitting the shiny metal bullet casings, scattering and falling into the dirt.

There was silence on the battlefield for a moment, and then there was a tsunami of shouts from SS soldiers: "Long live the Führer!" Long live the victory! ”

"Boom!" As if in response to the hysterical cries of one after another, a ball of flame erupted from the slender 50 mm barrel of the slender 50 mm main gun on another German tank No. 3.

Another shell flew heavily towards the distant target, and then easily pierced the side armor of a British tank, turning it into a pile of scrap metal.

The modification of the No. 3 tank with a 50 mm extended barrel now has a terrible armor-piercing ability, and it is more than enough to penetrate the M3lee's fragile defenses.

So, when the 3rd No. 3 tank opened fire, the commanders of the British 7th Panzer Division suddenly realized that they might not be able to penetrate the line of defense in front of them in their lifetime.

"Retreat! Fall back! Unlike the shouts of the German SS, the British soldiers were also shouting. But in terms of momentum, they seem to be inferior.

The British infantry began to retreat, and a large number of Indian soldiers fled without even the courage to turn back.

The 7th Armored Division changed from the state of showing off its might just now, reversing at full speed and leaving behind those comrades who could not move. The battlefield was littered with the wreckage of the smoking and burning M3lee tank, and the corpses of German and British soldiers lay around it.

Soon, the SS soldiers, who had just been beaten and retreated, returned with their own weapons.

It's still the same as just now, with blood stains on his body, as if he was a Shura killed in hell. The difference was that this time they came back with Wehrmacht tank No. 3 with them.

They sang SS anthems, loud and firm. The song fluttered on the sand bar, tearing open the huge German red flag.