"In all offensive battles, use the psychological factor."

- German Field Marshal "Desert Fox" Erwin Johannes Jurgen Rommel

"Report sir! Reinforcements from the Germans have arrived! An officer quickly ran into a brightly lit two-story building, and had already reported the situation as he saluted.

The commander didn't take his eyes off the map on the table, but handed the pencil in hand and said, "Draw where they are." ”

The officer took the pencil, immediately leaned down, drew a circle and a few arrows with the pencil, and then dotted the map with the end of the pencil and said, "They are coming from this direction." ”

The direction he pointed to was northeast of Batna, which was the direction of Constantine.

"Constantine's reinforcements?" The French commander rubbed his chin slightly sadly and continued: "How many troops are they coming? ”

The officer replied: "As far as the current discovery is concerned, there should be about 30 tank units. ”

"30?" The commander asked with some skepticism: "How can these 30 tanks allow us to hand over Batna?" ”

"Nope." The officer's words interrupted his thoughts: "We think this may just be the vanguard of their reinforcements, because from the reports from the scouts, they are very quick to join the battlefield. ”

The officer paused and continued: "Although their swift action has allowed some positions to successfully hold off our troops, these tanks should be able to do more if they have been carefully dispatched beforehand. ”

"Cut, don't think so badly about the enemy, this is really 'growing the morale of others and destroying your own prestige'." The commander looked at the officer with disdain, and there was even some disdain in his eyes.

The officer, however, also stood up straight and looked at the commander, and then said lightly: "At least I don't think that the commander of the tank unit who commanded Batna before and now is a fool who can't even think of this. ”

The commander looked at the officer like this for a few seconds, then shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly: "So, these 30 tanks are just here to delay time?" ”

"It's pretty much the same, so we shouldn't have much time left, and we have to give it our all." The officer's face was serious, and his speech was full of a heavy atmosphere.

The commander gritted his teeth and rattled, then slammed his fist on the table and said, "Hurry up, fight with them, we must fully occupy Patna before their large forces arrive!" ”

"Ahh

Trood let out a big sneeze, and Yorkson and Lowy, who were below, even thought it was raining

Trode rubbed his nose, and just now he had an inexplicable itching sensation, and then before he could be ready to endure it, the sneeze came out.

"Hey, someone up there, please restrain yourself." Yorkson said dissatisfied.

Roy laughed and said, "Don't complain, it's not easy to get a little rain in North Africa, and we have to 'thank' him when we go back." ”

"Don't do that," Trode hurriedly waved his hand.

Five minutes earlier, the French had attacked in a group, but it was not very effective, and the Troods had narrowed their defensive lines a little in order to reduce casualties, and the French had taken advantage of them and began to engage in a stalemate with the Trodes again.

"They're here again." Trood said in a mocking tone.

Then he noticed something was wrong - the speed of the French army.

The French, who are good at down-to-earth, can be said to be like a group of wild wolves this time, and their attack is far inferior to the previous one in terms of both numbers and speed of advancement.

The French attack was absolutely unprecedented, and they abandoned their previous strategy of steady and slow advance, and it looked as if they had left all their troops on the front line in the city.

Trode was also greatly surprised to see this posture, he did not expect that the French army would still have the strength to launch a battle of this scale. It seems that the reason why their previous operation was successful was not only due to the factor of Trode's combat strength, but also because the French army had preserved its strength, and it was definitely not a star.

Being able to spend money like this to preserve their strength, and using so many troops to fight Batna is simply a battle without suspense, even if Trood's tactics are the same. But on second thought, if the French had other plans, then their goal was only that - Constantine's reinforcements!

"Damn it! Why did so many people pop up all of a sudden? Natl hurriedly opened fire.

"No! Cover the retreat of the infantry with the whole team! Trode immediately ordered, in its current form, even a fool could tell the difference, and continuing to fight was definitely a dead end!

"Stein, how much ammo is left!" Nattle shouted loudly that this is also one of the most critical issues at the moment.

"11 armor-piercing rounds, 7 high-explosive rounds, and there should be about 1,000 more machine-gun bullets." Stein answered him without even thinking about it.

Natel clenched his fists tightly and said in a low voice, "Trode, there may not be enough ammunition"

"If it's not enough, hit me out, the infantry need our cover!" Trood said ruthlessly.

Immediately afterwards, he said to another person: "Yorkson, we are also ready to retreat, retreat to the northeast." ”

"It's been transferred to the defense chief's channel, you can just say it." Roy said without looking back.

Trood picked up the microphone in some surprise, he just saw that Roy had been machine-gunning, and he didn't have orders or see when Roy was operating the radio, but he didn't have time to think about it now.

Trode contacted the chief of defense and his own team, and they retreated all their forces to a small area northeast of the city. Although the vast majority of the infantry had safely retreated to the rear, almost all of the heavy weapons they were carrying were lost. Fortunately, the tank troops from Constantine were able to close the anti-tank gap in time, otherwise in the absence of shells and Pak-40s, Trood did not know what else could do damage to the French armored forces.

While the friendly forces were struggling on the front line, the Troods quickly completed their second replenishment of the night. On the other hand, Trode's supply speed also broke the record for the second time tonight.

The Trood squad returned to the battlefield, leaving no choice but to hide behind cover and pour all their ammunition into the opposing army

Finally, at dawn, a large force of Constantine's reinforcements arrived. At this time, only two streets remained in the hands of the Germans