"Oh, I'll go!"

Trood and the others, who had just been dumped by the enemy, were about to return in disgrace, but they found a French armored squad being pursued by the Germans.

"Alysia and I on the left, Vincent and Leona on the right, crossfire!"

Although there was suspicion of being played in the previous battle, when they encountered the fleeing heavy tank unit, Trode and others, who had fought wits and courage with the French armored forces for more than a month, would not let them play any tricks again.

"Bang!"

Nattel's shell easily pierced the rear armor of a Soma tank, and the vehicle stopped in an instant, and then the flames grew rapidly at a speed that was clearly visible to the naked eye, until it burned to the entire body, and the members of the tank scrambled to climb out of the car and flee in a hurry.

They all held their heads in their hands, lowered their bodies and fled, even if a single machine gun bullet hit them, if the angle of incidence was good enough, there might not even be a whole corpse left. However, their fears were unfounded, as both Trode and Derek ordered not to use machine guns to strafe fleeing infantry. Because, in this vast place, no matter how much you can run, you can't race the tank.

Of course, mercy to the enemy was limited to this, as the B1 and S-35 had turrets that were too cramped to accommodate only one commander, making it inevitable that they would wear multiple hats, so attacking turrets became an efficient way to defeat French tanks. Although it was a little uncomfortable for Trod to give up such a good tactic for the sake of his own sense of insignificance, knowing the importance of it, he couldn't give up such a good tactic for the sake of his own sense of insignificance.

The Soma S-35 medium tank, once a pride of the French, did not provide them with the same reliable protection as it did in the early days of the war, and their armor could only be pierced through the hull in front of the current IV J's long-barreled 75mm gun.

There was nothing to write about in such a battle, except for a part of the French soldiers who were killed directly in the chariots, and all the other escapees were overtaken by the Trodes and then captured.

However, the capture of the enemy was not all out of Trod's pity, but he also had his own purpose - he wanted to get information about the new tank from the captives, which was what he desperately needed.

Trode's initial thought was the squad leader, but the reply was that the turret of the squad leader's chariot was directly pierced by a cannonball fired by an IV. Jer, and it was naturally impossible for the people inside to stand here and talk to Trode. Knowing this, Trood sighed regretfully, and had to find a way from the other soldiers, and after some coercion and inducement, finally a soldier at the level of commander was willing to tell them some information about the new tank.

"When did you develop this tank? What is his code name? At one end of the table sat Trode and Derek, and on the other side was the Frenchman, who looked at him reluctantly, but there was no intention of concealing it.

He put his chin on his hand and said, "I don't know the specific development time, after all, it is impossible for a soldier like me to know about those things." All I can say is that this is the first time I've worked with this tank, codenamed AMX-ELC. ”

"AMX-ELC" Trod is not satisfied with just an illusory codename, he wants the exact data of this tank, in order to avoid wasting time with him around the corner, Trode simply threw out the question and said: "What is his firepower, maneuverability, and crew?" ”

"The firepower configuration is a short-barreled 75mm gun, as for its accuracy and penetration, as well as maneuverability, this is up to you." The French soldier smiled at the two men. At this time, he should be glad that the endurance of the two people in front of him is not bad, seeing this expression, he just clenched his fists under the table, if it was replaced by Nattell, it is estimated that he will go up and beat him without saying a word

Trode knocked on the table and said impatiently, "Don't laugh, you haven't said the last one yet." ”

"It's such a small tank, you can't fit three people even if you think about it! Haha" The French soldier laughed as he spoke, he now completely regarded the two people in front of him as idiots, maybe this was the last resistance he could do to the enemy after being defeated and captured

Derrick gritted his teeth at such an unscrupulous attitude, but Trood tapped him on the shoulder, motioned him to ignore him, and opened the iron door for Derek to go out with him to talk.

"Ahaha" Seeing the two people who were aroused by it but could not vent it, the French soldier was even more energetic, he shouted at the two people who were about to leave: "With your broken copper and iron, don't think of continuing to wreak havoc on this North African land, you can't even catch the shadow of your turtle-like speed and heavy body."

Listening to the French soldiers' chattering language mockery, Trode just replied in a flat tone, and replied briefly a few words: "You can live in this house by yourself tonight, the space is quite spacious, but because there is a window without glass, it will be colder when the wind blows at night." ”

The Frenchman didn't expect Trode to fight back at all, he had a big mouth, but he couldn't say a word, just sat there dumbfounded, the corners of his mouth trembling

"Oh, yes." Trode, who walked to the door, suddenly seemed to think of something, turned to the French soldier who was still sitting there and said: "Since there are so many of you, we don't have so much food to satisfy each of you, so for the sake of your teammates, you can save dinner today." ”

With that, Trode walked away without looking back, when there was a knock on the iron door behind him, accompanied by some crying crying pleading: "I still have a lot of information here, I still know a lot of details about the AMX-ELC light tank, I tell you, let me out"