Should it be said that these French people were so unlucky that they couldn't do it? Or is it that the sky won't let Trode and them be quiet?

Not long after Trood arrived, he was confronted by a French force that happened to be attacking and harassing the area. Trode's record against Wald was not very good, mainly because they were a bit unlucky, either in a big battle or against Lamont's team. In this way, there is no opportunity to express oneself at all, let alone make great achievements.

"I didn't expect their intelligence to be so accurate, and now these French can't escape." Nattle was gearing up excitedly and eager to take the shot.

Trode smiled a little reluctantly, "Yes, it's very accurate."

Trood took the microphone from Roy, and Kaishi gave the order: "IV. Destroyer is responsible for attracting enemy fire from the front, and the other IV. tanks are divided into two teams, led by me and Derek, using the speed advantage to outflank from both flanks." ”

The roar of engines could be heard from the convoy, and the No. IV tanks were fully prepared, and from the other side of the position, out of the enemy's sight, ready to attack.

Just as Trood was about to give the order to attack, a communication came from the convoy on the other side: "Trode, make the net bigger, I don't want someone to hang the lottery before dinner." ”

"That's a must, with our maneuvering, even if they want to chase, it's difficult." Trood thought that this attack was on a slow-moving heavy tank dominated by Charlie B1 heavy tanks and Soma S-35 medium tanks, and he couldn't help but feel confident and confident

"Quickly close your formation, don't let go of an enemy!" When the French squad saw so many enemies rushing out from behind the position, the formation became scattered in an instant, and it was already too late to prepare for the withdrawal.

All the tanks, including the few IV annihilators left in the positions in advance, almost formed a 360° encirclement, trapping the 10 French tanks firmly in the middle.

"Fire!"

In an instant, the deafening sound of artillery spread throughout the battlefield, and no other sound could compare with him, and could only be used as a foil when he lowered his voice.

Due to the huge disparity in the level of equipment between the two sides, Trod and the others had already destroyed two French tanks as soon as they made contact, and the situation was very good, and the battle would not be long before it ended. Originally, it was supposed to be like this

"I was hit!" Suddenly, the shouts of one of the captains of Derek's team could be heard from the comms.

"This distance should be," Trood heard him, and began to look at the distance again, but before he could take a second look, he knew what was all about.

As he observed, a shell flew forward from behind his turret, which only explained one thing - they were attacked by the enemy from behind!

"It's impossible, I've seen it just now, there are no other tanks, how can there be other tanks coming to attack at this time? And even if there is, how can such a swaggering rush over in a place close to the plain not be discovered? Trode gritted his teeth and looked back.

"What's that!?" Trod stared at the attacker with wide eyes, full of panic and puzzlement, it was two tanks (suspected), but they were each hiding behind a low dirt slope, only one turret was exposed, and the main gun on the turret was still firing, if it weren't for the smoke that it produced to reveal their position, Trod probably wouldn't have been able to spot them for a while.

"Derek! There are two enemies in the back, I'll deal with the back, and you can resist this side! Trood turned to his squad and ordered, "All IV. tanks in Squad 217 turn around and attack the enemy behind first!" ”

However, before Trode's words fell, the bad news came from the communication: "I'm Hans, and I've been shot!" The engine is going to fail! ”

"It's really a mess now," Trode gritted his teeth and muttered in a voice that only he could hear, and then immediately replied with the microphone: "Don't worry, the rest of the units are still carrying out their current tasks, be quick!" ”

When the car turned, everyone noticed the two attackers, but their low stature made it even seem as if they had dug a pit in advance and hid there. And even so, such a turret was a type they had never seen before, and there was no doubt that they encountered a new French tank.

"All charge! I'm going to see what the hell is hidden under the dirt slope! "What started out as an undamaged siege has now turned into a passive battle of ambush makes Trode angry. However, he was also glad that if there were more than these two tanks behind them, their losses would be even greater, and even the 10 tanks that came out to meet the enemy could be destroyed!

Since the enemy is too far away, Trod and they will have to charge for a while, so let's turn our perspective to Derek's side first. Although two tanks, including Hans, were hit, fortunately they were able to open fire, and the fire output was not affected in the slightest.

However, the French realized that if they continued like this, they would definitely be attacked by Derek and his men everywhere, and they would not be able to carry out an effective counterattack until the entire army was annihilated. In this way, they set their sights on a target that would not move - Hans.

“FUCK！” Hans watched the rest of the French tanks pounce on him, and immediately urged the driver to leave quickly, but the engine that had just been hit was now barely able to drive the entire tank, and it was a fool's dream to accelerate.

"Not good!" Derek also noticed this at the same time, and from dragging the microphone with a brutal force, he shouted inside, "All units, hurry up and protect that nerd from Team 217!" ”

The first to react were the two tanks around Hans, who tried to get closer to him, but the weather was unpredictable, and when they were unlucky, they drank cold water and stuffed their teeth. One of the tanks, on the way closer, broke off its tracks and broke down!

The other tank dodged the shells and barely managed to get close to Hans's tank. While Hans was still commanding the gunners to attack, a short but firm order came over the radio

"All the crew of Hans, abandon the car, get on the tank next to you, move fast!"