The battle did not last long, the double suppression of quality and technology led to the British and French troops at the beginning of the complete lack of a chance to fight back, the only doubt was how long they could hold out, but it turned out that they could not even delay the time, after the Trood team cut melons and vegetables to destroy all the enemies, there was no joy of victory, only anxiety, they immediately caught up with the retreating team.

But just as Trod thought, the second wave of enemies was coming soon, and there were quite a few of them, and Trode, who climbed out of the car, recognized the team at a glance, it was Lamont's squad, the ace of the British tank here, he had fought against him not long after he arrived, and he knew that there was still a clear gap between himself and him, and he had not encountered it since.

"I didn't come to meet him first" Trode himself didn't know, his hands were now trembling with an alarming amplitude, he didn't know the bottom of his heart, he met the last enemy he wanted to meet in such a desperate situation, and the rest of the road was destined to be no good

However, to Trode's surprise, Lamont did not attack directly. In fact, with his 'Churchill' formation, there is no need to be afraid of Trod and them, and the 'Crusaders' can also carry out a sneak attack on Trode and them, and then his own team will have to change routes, so that he can summon more reinforcements to annihilate himself like last time.

"What are they doing?" Hans was the first to raise the question, for the situation was so unusual and unbelievable that Lamont had asked the 'Churchills' to get out of the way, while the 'Crusaders' began their regular parade.

Leona was also puzzled by this: "Even if I am afraid of being counterattacked, I am really a little nervous to do it to this extent. ”

The fact that the 'Churchill' tanks were shortcut and Trode at the same time as Trood made Trodeka not quite understand: "Does he want to take me and the position together?" ”

However, this idea was denied by himself in an instant: "That's too brainless, with his kind of strength, he can't be said to be completely sure of playing against us now." ”

Soon, however, Trode understood what Lamont meant, and several of the cruising 'Crusaders' began to shoot indiscriminately from great distances. Everyone knows that shells at this distance do not pose any threat to tanks, so they target trucks!

"Boom!"

A truck was hit in the side by a speeding high-explosive shell, and the truck received a strong impact, dragging the flames on the ground in a large circle before tipping over, and the truck instantly burned to the ground, and no one escaped from there

"Wow!" Amphiteri's screams over the radio reminded everyone once again that the scene was not fake, it was bloody, it was a carload of people who were still alive just a moment ago, and it was the wailing of them just gone

Once again, Trode shrank his line and tried to block the shells with his tanks, but unfortunately there were too many trucks to fit perfectly, which certainly did not prevent the tragedy from happening

"Boom!"

Another truck was unfortunately hit, and the violent explosion sent the truck several meters into the air before falling heavily to the ground

"These bastards! Come at us! Yorkson roared so loudly that even faint cries could be heard.

Roy tugged at the coat on Yorkson's right arm, motioning for him to try to stay calm. But Yorkson squeezed his clothes away, quickly turned his head and shook off his tears, and then stared straight ahead with his already red eyes, without saying a word. Roy also bowed his head, and silently performed a Catholic prayer service with his eyes closed

Lamont's aggressive behavior can be seen more as a provocation to Trode, who is provoking Trode. The two sides played against each other, and Trode had four additional D-models to support him, so if he really fought hard, he still fell behind slightly. However, if only one side fights hard, and the other side has a plan, then there is no need to say whether the winner or loser.

At this time, Trowder's heart knew Lamont's plan better than anyone else, as the commander of the wing, the decision of that order was all on him, and the pressure on his heart was greater than anyone else, whenever a teammate was hit by a cannonball, his heart hurt as if he had been stabbed through it, but he threw it and bit his lip tightly, even though his lower lip was covered with tooth marks and bleeding everywhere, he still didn't say a word

Seeing their teammates being killed one by one, the German tanks began to fight back, but their artillery fire did not have any accuracy at all for them who were on the move in the face of the also moving 'Crusaders', on the contrary, the 'Crusaders' could always seize the opportunity to stop and fire their guns, and inflict heavy damage on the enemy again and again.

Trode's hands clung to the steel railing beside him, his eyes were already red and swollen, and the tears had turned into rivers, and the crying that had seemed to be at the beginning could not be concealed, and had turned into a constant sob, but there was nothing else he could do.

Most of the Trode's vehicles were so far reduced to a single-digit ammo load, and they were simply not capable of any counterattacks. If there is any luck in misfortune, it is that Lamont does not know this, otherwise his team will not be able to escape.

The battle was a joke at first glance, and anyone who heard about it would have marveled at the stupidity of the commander that a convoy of 11 tanks had left 4 tanks less than his own. Yes, Trode was so stupid, he didn't have the strength to protect all his teammates, so he had to watch them fall one by one, but he could only give orders for passive defense as if he was indifferent, and delusionally imagined the enemy's retreat

Lamont's squad did not stop the pursuit until two kilometers from the position, he was not stupid, if they had come within range of the 88 guns, even the heavy armor of their British pride of the 'Churchill' tank would have been pierced like paper. Therefore, choosing this distance that can eliminate Trode's power to the greatest extent is not a well-intentioned one.

Each of the Trode squads was exhausted by the fact that they had finally escaped Lamont's harassment, and the ten trucks and four half-track armored vehicles covering the cover had been wiped out by a full half. The 10-kilometer distance was the farthest Trode and his team had ever traveled