"Hurry up, hurry up, don't look at it, put your head down and follow the person in front of you." I watched as the soldiers over there were urging the prisoners to surrender in the bunker, and the British soldiers looked down at their feet with a grim face, and slowly walked forward with the people in front of them. The commander of the infantry handed me a cigarette, and I smiled and shook my hand, declining his kindness.

He leaned over to me and whispered, "Sir, this battle is really difficult, we have been flanked by the British, we have wiped out the enemy's tank troops, what a loss, and we have fought hard when we finally recaptured the bunker." ”

After saying that, anyone can hear what he means, just after a victory, I was in a good mood, I wanted to tease him: "I seem to remember that the rocket was not used by you for the second time, right?" Also, I want to know more about how the bunker was lost than how it was recovered. ”

"Don't worry about the details." He was a little embarrassed at first, but after a pause, he seemed to have made up his mind to beg me with a dead face.

I didn't have much to say about such a person, so I desperately diverted the topic and found Hans next to me.

"Hans, what are you looking at?" I noticed Hans crouching next to the Matilda we had destroyed last.

He beckoned to me and motioned for me to come over, and I walked up to him, and he pointed to a pierced bullet hole in the hull directly below the turret and said, "This gun is a bit reluctant, according to this direction, was it fired by your crew?" ”

I smiled wryly and said, "No, the shot that Natle shot through is here." I pointed to another bullet hole in the rear of the car. Unlike the previous one, this one bullet hole is located on the outside of the engine. Burn marks from engine fires can now be seen on the outer armor.

He squinted at me, then said, "So that means this bullet hole was hit by Vincent's crew?" ”

I could only smile bitterly at his question and said: "It's okay, although the angle of incidence is a little off, but after all, it was penetrated." ”

He pushed his glasses up and said, "I don't dare to try this angle, the equivalent armor is too high, and the angle of incidence is too large, and the ricochet rate is not ordinarily high, but this cannon should be the first shot we can shoot through it." ”

"Huh?" I said with some curiosity: "You should be on the other side, you have even observed the situation on my side so carefully, do you think that you came up with it because you didn't see the landing point of that shell?" ”

He shook his head and put his hand into the bullet hole, pointed up at a spot with his hand, and said, "Do you remember what it looked like, even if it was less than two seconds?" ”

The place he was pointing to was the junction between the turret and the hull, and I saw a bullet that was stuck in it diagonally, and suddenly it dawned on me: "No wonder, it seems that this head is going to be credited to him." ”

Hans said disdainfully, "No kidding, it's just luck." ”

When I heard this, I couldn't help it, so I laughed.

Hans didn't expect me to behave like this, so he staggered back and said, "What are you laughing at?" ”

I looked at him with a smile and said, "Luck is also part of strength!" Don't talk about this, you just look at two tanks, isn't it a matter of luck? ”

I'm talking about the two tanks that collided, and after that, they were destroyed by us as soon as they came and separated.

Hans was still unconvinced, and continued to quibble: "That's different, how can you hit the driver if you don't aim carefully, this is not by luck." ”

"Then how do you explain that the runaway Crusader happened to crash into Valentine next to it?" I still looked at him with a smile, but his face was flushed.

"I can't communicate with you!" He put the sentence aside and turned around and left.

I picked up a black object on the ground and threw it in front of him.

"Wow!" Hans screamed, and immediately fell to his stomach on the ground.

After a few seconds, Hans cautiously looked up at what was in front of him, and after making sure that there was no threat, his face was as red as a ripe apple.

"Trode! Stop! Dare to scare me with a grenade, see if I don't peel your skin today! After that, I was chased by Hans, and the joyous atmosphere contrasted sharply with the dreary English.

After dinner, outside the barracks.

"So, tomorrow our mission is just to rest?" Hans didn't believe what I said.

I understand his doubts, and I can only give a safe answer to this: "At least tomorrow morning." ”

Vincent believed in this order very much, and of course, there was definitely a reason for doing so: "The two days of fighting were too fierce, and neither side could get much success, but on the contrary, a lot of troops were consumed, which the British were more serious than us." However, I think something is wrong with the situation of the battle, the British have recently abandoned their usual passive defense and started to take the initiative to attack, but I think it is absolutely foolish that they want to break through from this side. ”

He paused, took a hard puff of the cigarette that had been sitting next to him for half a day, and said word by word: "I think they want to break through the Kendubai side or retreat from the rear." ”

"What? You mean they're making noise? Hans immediately sensed the meaning of his words and made his guess.

Vincent pouted, "It's pretty much, they're attacking this side to distract us, that's right." But our people are not stupid, and there is no way to let them run away like this. The reason for their frequent counter-offensives, in my opinion, is to expand their territory, even if it is a vacuum of troops, so as to create enough time for them. ”

I said something different: "According to you, we're going to get back to these places, and you're so sure we'll be here tomorrow?" ”

"Don't you understand this?" Hans shook his head with his hand on his forehead, as if to say that I was hopeless, "We definitely need to rest, this is to sharpen our halberds and accumulate more strength. By the time they retreated, they only had to stab the halberd out with all their might, and the battle would have already been decided. ”