Keller was visibly scared, but as an officer, he didn't dare show any timidity. I don't know and I slapped that guy in the face, and said angrily: "Die! You go die.1 Go and call them over immediately! Go quickly, or I'll kill you!"

The soldiers, who were already frightened, were forced by the second lieutenant to do this, and one by one they rushed to the heights, and began to shout and look for their companions.

Half an hour passed, five people went out to find two soldiers, but three were separated, and the whole team was only five people.

Keller no longer dared to send people out to look for them, but ordered everyone to sit down and rest, and at the same time gathered the water bottles that everyone had brought with them, and no one was allowed to drink water without his orders.

Water is the most important thing in the desert, and to some extent, more important than guns and ammunition. At least in Keller's eyes. Seeing the soldier's dry mouth and chapped lips, and his own dizziness and weakness in exhaustion, he knew that this was a reaction to moderate dehydration.

So, when he saw that his men were so tired that they threw away their guns, ammunition, daggers, and helmets, he pretended not to see them, but if he saw someone stealing water or dropping a drop while drinking, he immediately slapped him.

It can be said that Keller is still a competent officer, at least he knows how to save the lives of his soldiers, even if he himself staggers forward like a zombie, mechanically takes one step after another, and falls down tiredly, he will not drink more water than others, and when he has a little strength, he will help up the fallen subordinates around him.

They stubbornly moved forward, relying on a little fresh water, and also relying on a little desire to survive, and their physical strength was about to reach its limit.

"Da Da Da ......"

At this time, there was a burst of machine gun fire ahead. One of the soldiers shouted in surprise: "Our people!"

The soldier was right, they met his own people, and they came in tanks, and there were many gasoline drums with fresh water hanging on both sides of the tanks.

The fresh water in these gasoline barrels smelled of gasoline, but Keller and the others didn't care about it at all, they drank greedily and gulped down, and their strength slowly recovered.

"Let's go!" Keller commanded loudly. The soldiers walked forward in high spirits.

A few hours later, they came to a place called Tenstein, and they all searched in battle formation with the town in front of them.

Keller is a military academy graduate with the boldness and curiosity that comes out of school. He asked a major, "Sir, why did we take a detour to take this place, why didn't we attack the Tunian lair directly?"

The major said coldly: "First, this is an order from above. Second, occupying it can prevent the Tunians from escaping, and at the same time it can cut off the enemy's logistical supplies and reinforcements! Third, second lieutenant, your curiosity is too strong, next time you ask, I will reward you with three slaps, no, six! Remember, there is only execution of orders on the battlefield!

"Yes, sir!" Keller replied aggrieved, but still replied loudly.

The battle began as Keller approached the edge of the town, with the attacking force rushing out towards Tenstein under the cover of three tanks. At first, due to the terrain restrictions, only one column could be attacked, but soon it became three tanks each with one infantry attack, and began to advance in an outflanking posture.

The Tunian defenders outside Tenstein soon spotted the Libyan troops running towards them. To Keller's surprise and delight, the defenders fled into the town screaming as if their weary Libyan officers and soldiers were nothing more than demons to defeat.

Keller even saw a few Tunian soldiers so panicked that they threw away their weapons and ran away.

This made the confidence of the Libyan officers and soldiers soar, and one by one they shouted excitedly, scrambling to chase after the defenders.

As Keller and the others had imagined, they stormed the town without encountering any resistance. When he stormed in, Keller discovered that there were not many Tunian troops on the outskirts of Tenstein, and even outnumbered the Libyan army, but they did not dare to shoot.

Seeing them rushing in, many Tunian soldiers immediately chose to raise their hands and surrender.

However, their cowardice did not buy safety, and the Libyan army did not hesitate to raise their guns to shoot, aiming all kinds of weapons at the prisoners, whose legs trembled with fear.

"Da da da! bang - "

The Libyan army is now in no mood to take prisoners.

As a result of the propaganda, the Libyan officers and soldiers believed that the Tunian soldiers were the embodiment of evil, the murderers of the great Colonel Kajifi's son, Gesaifer, and that they must be exterminated.

Keller felt that this behavior was a bit unpleasant, but thinking that it was the order of the great Colonel Kajifi, he had no choice but to raise his gun and shoot him.

Some of the Tunian prisoners tried to pick up their guns and resist, but the Libyan bullets quickly knocked them to the ground.

The Tunian soldiers in the distance suddenly lost their illusions, and when they saw that they could only flee and could not surrender, they began to resist.

The fighting, which began to look like a real battle, was shot from a lot of unexpected places, and Libyan officers and soldiers began to suffer casualties. The Libyan officer was furious and ordered in a loud voice: "Search every house and exterminate all Tunians you can find, men, women, and children!"

"Boom!" the Libyan tanks fired, aiming at the tallest house in town.

The shell tore a large hole in the wall of the house, and two broken bodies were thrown inside.

"Boom!" there was another loud bang, and the shell hit the house again.

Countless shrapnel and house debris were shot out of the explosion, and Keller saw that the first dozen Tunian army soldiers behind him were buried in the collapsed houses on the spot, and before they could shout, they disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

Instead of admiring the power of the tank gun, he threw a grenade through the window into a mud-walled house, and with a loud bang and a panicked scream, a large hole broke through the insubstantial wall, and there was a scream in the darkness of the room, in which seven or eight civilians were huddled in a ball, mostly women and children, and among them was an old man with a scimitar for cutting bananas in his hand and stared tremblingly at Keller and the soldiers behind him.

Before Keller could decide whether to shoot or not, his men behind him opened fire on these poor civilians.

"Da Da Da ......"

The fighting here is only a microcosm of the battle in Libya and Tunia, with blood everywhere, killing everywhere, death and laughter everywhere......

If Jiang Xinwei had seen such a tragic scene here, she might have urged Mayoni to get involved in Tunia's affairs, even though the war here had nothing to do with her.

。 Sogou