"We have the best supplies in the world, the best weapons and equipment, the most fighting spirit and the best fighters. Honestly, I pity the dog mongrels who fight us, really."

—George Patton, a four-star general in the U.S. Army in World War II

After the French tank squad was destroyed, Trode and his team immediately turned around and went back to help Marcus, but as soon as they turned the wheel, Trode noticed something shocking to him.

"Marcus, you have an enemy group at 5 o'clock! Hurry up and pay attention to avoidance! Trood reminded them in time, but fortunately it wasn't too late to make the switch.

Amphitri said viciously: "I said how dare they cowards fight back and charge, and there are people behind them." ”

"Trode, don't rush straight over, you are fast, hurry up and detour their flanks, Amphitri and I have a lot of cover here, and we can still hold it."

"Nope." But Trode rejected him outright, he knew what Marcus was thinking, but what he needed now was lossless!

He said, "I know what you mean, you don't want us to be attacked on both sides, but the firepower of the two of you is not enough to hold there. I'll let Alicia and Leona's crew help you, and the three of us will go around the back. ”

"Okay." Marcus' answer was quite succinct, and it was based on an unwarranted trust in his teammates.

The squad of five chariots split into two groups and headed in different directions, but they were greeted in a tough battle.

"Marcus, Amphittri, prepare to countercharge, and when you and Alicia and the others meet, we'll drive those damned Frenchmen back to the transit station in a wave, and let them honestly watch us perform this scene." Trode took command of the other two groups at the end, after which he handed over their command to Leona.

Looking back to the front, Trood frowned, the strength of the reinforcements in front was much stronger than the previous team, and there were eight B1 heavy tanks in the same color!

"Vincent, Hans," Trode whispered, and he hadn't yet uttered the rest of the words.

Hans really couldn't stand Trode's attitude, and interrupted him in a loud voice: "Don't mother-in-law, the enemy who can stop our three car crews has not yet been born, not to mention that there are monsters over there, what is this situation called?" ”

"Cut, don't be poor with me, don't worry about Leona's side, the strength of the four tanks is completely stress-free. As for our side, do you still need to think about it? With that, Vincent chuckled.

Indeed, in Trode's squad, the three of them are undoubtedly the strongest, and Trode has a lot of run-ins with Hans and Vincent, and they can form a perfect cooperation without even verbal communication. In this case, it would be an exaggeration to say that the enemy was completely annihilated, but if it was just a simple delay, as long as the cooperation was good, it would not be a difficult task.

Trood and they went around to the flank of the French tanks, because the enemy formation was quite good, and in a hurry, two volleys failed to destroy any of the tanks.

Immediately after that, they moved into what was supposed to be the enemy's position, ready to defend Leona's group behind them.

"! They're coming at us! Hans's words made Trode shudder, this tactic was built based on the French's eagerness to return to the defense, but if the Frenchman's target was his own, the pressure on their three crews would not be ordinary.

Seeing that the situation in front of him was not good, Vincent picked up the microphone and said: "Leona, we can't hold it off here, you guys are ready to break into the transfer station!" ”

"What?" Leona didn't understand what he was saying, because it would put both teams in danger.

"You can't turn back, you can't let so many of us spread it out here, I want you to expand the space with us, only if you go in and mess them up." Vincent's answer was calm and patient, like that of an elementary school teacher.

"Good. I understand. Leona learned about Vincent's former status as a lieutenant and instructor by chance, and has since become even more convinced of his strategy.

At this time, Trood and they were still fighting with the enemy, but the French were not stupid, and their target was still Trod.

Trood: They leaned against a wall, staring at the front. Suddenly! A B1 heavy tank poked its head out, and Nattel, who had already prepared it, sent an AP directly to its turret, and in an instant it was already incapacitated.

The B1 was about to retreat immediately after being shot, when Trod's roar resounded throughout the 217 tank: "Yorkson, crash it!" ”

"Hold on!" Just as Yorkson shouted, his already crouching hands itched, and he immediately increased the tank to its maximum horsepower and rushed forward.

"Boom!"

Trood's IV tank slammed into the B1 tank, and in terms of tonnage, the B1 was at least six tons heavier than the IV, so it didn't feel comfortable to hit it like this, but it was something that Trod had planned for a long time.

Due to the hard impact on the side, the right track of the B1 tank was slightly cocked from the surface, and it was impossible to move in such a state as it was lifted by the Troods. Then, it was time for the Trood to counterattack, and due to the height factor of the IV. tank and the B1 tank, now the Trood their front armor was blocked by this B1, only a little bit of it was exposed, and that was the turret!

Nattle started directly, because the chamber of the cannon had become a new AP shell, and in that case, Stein could still fluently complete the action of loading the ammunition, and Trood was once again impressed by his ability to move.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

At the moment when Trode attracted their attention, Hans and Vincent's crew also pulled out their hands, and the three tanks opened fire almost simultaneously, and three B1s were scrapped in one round, and in this moment, half of the enemy's forces had been annihilated

"Whew" Trode let out a long sigh, looking at the wreckage of the eight tanks in front of him, listening to the sound of chickens and dogs jumping in the transit station behind him

He looked up at several North Africans, screaming in a group and flying into the distance, before disappearing into the sky