"Whoever fires first and can fire the heaviest concentrated fire will win."

-- Erwin Johannes Jurgen Rommel, strategist, tactician, and theorist of the "Eagle of the Empire".

In the afternoon of the same day, position No. 14

Trood was leisurely in his position, and given that the new French tanks were so well concealed, it was not a good idea to take the initiative now, and the enemy who had just been hit by the attack was probably not going to be found for a while.

That's how it should be

"What? More than twenty? "Trode was lying on a chariot parked in the shade when he heard the herald's report and nearly fell out of it.

"Are you sure you're not dazzled?" Trode asked again, not responding to the herald's affirmative nod.

“Mein－gott！” Trood put his hand on his forehead, shook his head, dispelled those unreliable luck psychology, turned to the herald and asked, "Did you notify Derek's team?" ”

"Not yet." The herald's answer was as quick as before.

"So what are you waiting for? More than twenty tanks have hit the door! You've let our squad take their lives! Trode screamed and scared the herald away, and looking at the back of the herald running away, he sighed and exclaimed, "There are so many days of peace."

This is Position 14, which is located north of Wade, while Derek's squad is located at Position 42, which is not far away. Due to its proximity to Tunisia, Trode thought it would have been a place where enemy forces were constantly harassed. In fact, this place is almost a place where you can do it or not, because there is no place to do it, and both sides have only deployed the most basic number of troops, so that the enemy will not break through from here and do not know at all, after learning all this, Trood had to sigh: "No wonder you want to test new tanks here." ”

A moment later

Troude picked up the microphone and said, "We need to buy Derrick five minutes, we just need to delay, no one can take the initiative." ”

Trode put down the microphone, looked at the menacing British and French troops in front of him with a telescope, and muttered, "Want to get back to the field?" No way! ”

Although the enemy had an absolute numerical superiority, Trood relied on the fact that there was a Pak-40 75mm anti-tank gun and a Pak-38 50mm anti-tank gun in the position, which was not a false enemy. Although the 50mm Pak-38 is not particularly impressive in Wald, it is a very popular gun in the entire North African theater except for the 88mm gun, and even the 75mm gun, which is much higher than it in terms of penetration ability and lethality, is somewhat inferior to it.

This is due to the fact that its cannon is very low, if it has a cover more than half a meter high, it can almost block the cannon tightly, and it is also difficult to be detected by the enemy, and it is 400 degrees lighter than the 75mm Pak-40, which also gives it better rapid transition ability.

(PS: Pak-40 weighs 1425kg, Pak-38 weighs 813kg)

At this point, the Pak-38 was hidden behind a bunker, about 60 centimeters high, completely obscuring it, leaving only a long barrel outside. And the Pak-40 on the side was in the same situation, waiting for the enemy's attack.

"All units, aim for the 'Churchill' infantry tank at the front." Trode held up the binoculars to estimate the distance, and ordered his team's tanks to prioritize the same target: "Ready!" ”

In an instant, a total of 8 main guns opened fire at the same time, except for the Pak-38, which had a low penetration depth. However, due to the distance, except for those shells that failed to hit the target, none of the hits could penetrate the strong frontal armor of the 'Churchill', and the first round of concentrated fire failed.

Although the British and French troops also began to return fire, at this distance, even the German guns known for their accuracy would miss, not to mention the British and French tanks that were still on the move, which only boosted their morale.

In this case, all Trode had to do was to command his squad calmly, and he said in a barely breathless voice: "One target, keep firing!" ”

Although this kind of fight is completely a little bit of luck, but the more shells fired, there will always be a good luck, this kind of thing is not something that can only be obtained by God, this is completely based on their own strength, won out of luck!

"Kang!" A shell pierced the machine-gun hole of the 'Churchill', but it did not stop it in the slightest, after all, the loss of a communications corps is not much worse than the overall combat performance of the tank, and in order to make him incapacitated, it will take a steady stream of attacks.

"Quick, it's already ready to penetrate!" Trood urged the squad over the radio that if the heavily armored Churchill infantry tank was in front of them, they would lose their distance advantage, and they would not be able to fight.

"It's okay," Trode had been speaking in a voice that only he could hear, but as the enemy approached, his voice grew louder and louder, and his fist-clasped hands were shaking, and cold sweat flowed.

Suddenly, his hand was grabbed by another warm hand, and he reflexively looked down to see Roy looking at him with blazing eyes. Roy whispered with a very serious expression: "Relax, we're fine." ”

"Hmm." Tlord nodded slightly and said to Roy, "Thank you, I'm fine." ”

Trode turned his gaze back to the front, and after Roy's distraction, most of the nervous feeling he had just felt had been cut in half. After taking two deep breaths, he returned to his original state, quickly took the microphone from Roy, and shouted into it with a passionate voice: "Hit me hard!" Derek they're already on their way, and when he comes, we'll have no meat to eat! ”

"Yes!" All the members replied loudly to Trod, and with Trod's words, the morale of the German army was raised by a few notches, while the British and French troops on the opposite side were completely unaware of it, and they were still advancing on the road to destruction