"Each unit entered the canyon as originally planned, and Hans will explain the details later."

With the roar of the engines, gray smoke was spewed from the tail exhaust pipe, and our convoy slowly advanced in the middle of the infantry column.

Although there were many enemies blocking us along the way, none of them were on a large scale, and they were ready to collapse at the first touch.

"There's a wide area ahead, you go in first, expand to the left and right to investigate, and we're following you." Hans commanded the infantry next to him for the next step of the battle.

After watching the infantry in front of us go deeper, there was nothing unusual, and Hans's chariot and I, which were at the front of the convoy, drove into the open space in front of us first.

Before I entered the clearing, I had a vague feeling that something was wrong—there was so little on the ground that it looked like it had been cleaned, but it didn't have to be done if it was for the sake of access.

"Bang!"

"I've been shot! On the left! ”

With the sound of armor being pierced, Hans's shouts were heard in the headphones, followed by the incessant sound of gunfire.

I immediately looked to the left, and beneath a hidden grotto, an Imperial QF-2-pounder anti-tank gun next to a Vickers 7.7mm heavy machine gun was preparing to aim at his next target. The 40mm 304R shells fired were not a great threat to us, and their penetration depth could not penetrate the frontal armor of the IV and III assault guns we were driving, and could only penetrate when attacking the weak areas of the armor behind or on our flanks.

The first to counterattack was the infantry covering us, and several MG34 general-purpose machine guns immediately suppressed the enemy in the corners.

"Damn, didn't the infantry in front see it, hurry up and turn it around me." Natel cursed as he turned the turret.

"Yorkson, drive the car forward and let the car behind come in."

This anti-tank gun is very tricky, it is located in the shadows, and if it were not for the smoke from the firing and the fire of the heavy machine gun, it would be one thing whether we would be able to find it now.

Just as we were moving, Hans's car fired the first shot, but the smoke and dust from the shell exploded and I couldn't be sure if the target had been destroyed.

However, as if to prove its existence, a cannonball shot out of the smoke and dust, and the target was me!

I thought they would attack Hans, because Hans's chariot couldn't move, and it was relatively easy to aim at the same target here, but the enemy didn't seem to think so.

A shell hit me on the left, and the sand immediately obscured the view, but we could barely see the target and immediately returned fire.

After that, many more British people appeared in the concealment, using numerous rocks as cover, and began to counterattack us. Since there was basically no cover on the ground, many of our soldiers used our tanks as cover to fight back. MP40, Stern Mark V, Lee Enfield, Carl 98K all sorts of gunfire form a peculiar movement.

With this music, we gradually extended our advantage, and our victory was sealed after the four tanks that were originally in the rear drove into battle.

"Enemy tanks!"

Just as the tide of battle was one-sided and we were about to annihilate it in one fell swoop, I heard a peculiar shout.

"Everyone immediately find cover, and those who are close to them quickly stick to the edge of the cliff!" I shouted at them with my loudest voice. Although my shouts can only be heard by a small number of people under the cover of gunfire, the people who hear the orders can also help me convey the orders, so I don't have to worry about the problem of not executing the orders properly.

After commanding the infantry, it was time to command my own mistakes, and I picked up the microphone and said: "All units pay attention to the entrance to the canyon ahead, replace them with armor-piercing shells, and prepare to engage the enemy." ”

A moment later, two tanks appeared side by side in the canyon ahead, and I shrank my head into the car and said to the side: "It's a Crusader cruiser tank, it's just in time, Natl cut him for me!"

Natel was very excited as if he had found a object: "You still need to say this, just look at it." ”

Due to our good preparation, and the strength of the Crusader tanks was speed, and the armor was not as good as it could be, the two tanks were scrapped without much use, and with the destruction of the tanks, the British encirclement also ended in failure.

After the hustle and bustle

"Oops, I can't seem to move here, first guard in place, I'll see the situation of the car." Although he was suddenly attacked, Hans appeared very calm afterwards and gave orders in an orderly manner.

I told Yorkson to drive forward to guard the narrow passage ahead, while I got out of the car to check on Hans.

"Hans, are you alright?" When I said this, I felt that I was so stupid that I couldn't even move the chariot, how could I be fine.

"Fortunately, it should have been a bullet in the engine, so it's a blessing that it didn't catch fire." He barely squeezed a smile out of his face, an embarrassed and bitter smile.

I walked up to him and saw the bullet hole in the back of the hull, and the armor next to it was a little dented.

This one opened the hood and was greeted by a German-made Maybach-HL-120TR gasoline engine, with a warhead slashed diagonally into the engine, but only the top was hit. If this warhead continues to penetrate, it is likely to cause an engine fire, with unimaginable consequences.

The Maybach-HL-120TR petrol engine was used in the IV tank we were driving and the III assault gun in which Marcus and Amphitri were driving. IT USES 74 OCTANE GASOLINE, WHICH CAN PROVIDE 350 HORSEPOWER WHEN RUNNING, AND CAN MAINTAIN A SPEED OF 35 KM/H ON SUCH A SANDY SURFACE, AND IT TAKES ABOUT 20 SECONDS TO GO FROM STANDSTILL TO FULL SPEED. This is on par with most British-made cruisers, but it can throw off the slow French streets.

"It looks like a minor injury, but I can't handle it here, so I'll have to drag it back for a minor repair." Hans pushed his glasses and calmly spoke of the current situation, as if it was not his car that had been shot.

"Request support from the rear now and tow your car back."

"It seems that I am going to retreat first, and I will leave it to you here, just act according to the original plan."

"That"

Before I could finish speaking, he interrupted me and said to himself, "Alright, Trode, it's all right. In short, caution is the best. He punched me in the chest and turned back to his car.