By the time Guderian led the Afrika Army to open its bows to the left and right of Tellacakir, the Italian troops who had retreated one step ahead had already crossed the port of Matru and were desperately fleeing towards Tobruk. Guderian also forwarded the victory to them, and although they were equally rejoicing, they still had no intention of stopping, because they had received warnings from the air force more than once, and the British troops behind them had caught up, and they were getting closer and closer, and there were still many troops, and there were more than 300 tanks and armored vehicles detected in the air alone. While the German Eighth Air Force was doing its best to keep up with the British desert air force and maintain an air umbrella for the Italians, the British ground forces advanced at a rapid pace. The Italians did not blame Guderian on this, the other side had attracted enough British troops and fought well enough, and if they were to blame, the British troops were a little too much.

The retreat of the Italian troops was carried out in a panic at the outset, and although the formation of the retreat on the first day was chaotic, at least five forces could be roughly divided. But from the next day, these troops were completely out of order, and everyone ran freely according to their temperament, not knowing which one was which; On the third day, the plane in the sky could not understand anything except that it knew that there were people, soldiers, and Italian soldiers below. Don't say that the British planes can't be distinguished, and the Germans themselves can't distinguish between them, just know that it's the Italians running below. Of course, the Italians have a good word about this, large-scale dispersal is good for air defense, don't you see that now the British's bombs, even if they are thrown accurately, can only blow up one car at most?

From the west of Tellacakil, on both sides of the coastal road, you can see tanks, armoured vehicles, or trucks abandoned by the Italians, along with artillery that lacked the ability to tow them, all of which had been ruthlessly abandoned during the journey. In fact, as long as they were willing to stop and repair, most of the vehicles could be restored to normal in a day, or even half a day, but the Italian army, which was in a hurry to escape, obviously did not have that much time, and everyone regarded it as a daunting way to stay, and these broken vehicles could only be abandoned by desperate soldiers, who then boarded trucks to join the infantry. Now the Italians again felt how wise it was for Guderian to let them give up some of their supplies in advance, and without this, it would not have been possible to have enough vehicles to carry the soldiers. Rather than being forced to abandon the supplies, it was better to leave them to the Germans in the first place. As a result, these abandoned vehicles became the most dazzling scenery on both sides of the coastal road, and the British armored division behind knew where the Italians had fled when they looked at the equipment, and the British had more motivation to pursue under the stimulation of constantly discovering the enemy's abandoned equipment.

However, the Italians have a lot of experience in escaping, and although they are panicked when they escape, whether they are officers or soldiers, the most basic brain and judgment from top to bottom are still there, and they know that they cannot run away from the coastal road, otherwise they will die of thirst in the desert. In addition, although the Italians appeared to be flustered on the whole, the Italians were still stable and united with each other, and everyone was in the same mood for their lives, and they gave each other full "understanding and respect", and no one killed each other for the sake of grabbing roads or looting vehicles. Everyone follows a principle, whoever has the ability will run first, and the one who runs out will be counted as one. Of course, the officers with the cars did not dare to leave their troops behind and run away privately, so that even if they ran to the leaders of Tobruk and the Germans, they would not spare him.

Although the entire Italian army lost its orderly queue, the direction and destination of the "turning" of all the officers and soldiers were highly consistent, and the whole process was very similar to that of the wildebeest migrating in the East African savannah - completely relying on talent and instinct, who would organize the team and design the route for the wildebeest? The Italian generals were not worried about this, and they were convinced that, although they were chaotic when they fled, they would return their troops in their entirety as soon as they reached their destination and count their numbers - and they did not know where they got so much confidence.

Now the Italians hated nothing more than the British planes, these annoying flies appeared overhead from time to time, either bombing, or low-altitude strafing, and even British planes after the bullets were empty, they had to take advantage of the situation to dive and intimidate the troops on the ground, doing everything possible to delay the other side's escape, this endless mad dog spirit made the Italians simply intolerable, and they would have been welcomed and encouraged by the equipment and arms on the side of the road. In the same way, the Italians expressed their sincere gratitude for the German planes that appeared in the air, and several division commanders unanimously agreed: "If there were no German planes to cover us, the troops would have been blown up by the British." ”

Therefore, every time an enemy plane of the Eighth Air Force was launched, the Italians on the ground would cheer loudly, and even in the rush to flee for their lives, they would do their best to rescue the German pilots who had parachuted, and all Italians knew that these pilots were supporting their umbrellas. Not only did they provide rescue within their ability, but they also freed up valuable vehicles to help these parachuted pilots return to the airport as soon as possible, and even several generals did not hesitate to contribute their own cars, so that the other side could return to the plane and go to the sky to teach the British a lesson -- at this moment, the comrade-in-arms between the two sides was further deepened. Garland repeatedly told his men that once they were shot down in battle, they had to parachute quickly and seek help from the Italians, and then they had to leave as soon as possible, and escape as quickly as possible, otherwise they would easily be captured by the British.

On the other hand, the downed British pilots, especially the bomber pilots, were not so lucky, the half-dead pilots who could only struggle in the engine room were often killed by the embarrassed Italian infantry, and those who escaped by parachuting and were caught were tied with their hands tied and hung on the roof of the car, and they were usually used by the soldiers as human shields to warn the British planes of constant attacks in the air. With such intense sunshine in North Africa, it won't be long before these pilots fall into a coma or even die from dehydration. An even more brutal move was to grab the pilot and drag him on a rope behind the car to make him run with him, and if he couldn't run, he would be dragged to death in the back, while the Italian soldiers in the carriage applauded loudly. Only at the next rest point will there be people who will not be able to see these poor, dragged British pilots and throw their bodies on the side of the road, although the officers have the intention to show their chivalrous demeanor, but the management of the troops on the way back is already chaotic, and they cannot stop these desperate soldiers from venting, otherwise they will be shot black.

All the Italian officers said that there was nothing they could do about this practice, which was clearly contrary to the Geneva Conventions, and that the corpses were either taken away and eaten by the flying vultures, or buried on the spot in the yellow sand. But this brutality apparently did not frighten the British, and their attacks became more intense, as if desperately trying to slow down the Italians' flight. Later, the behavior of the Italians probably knew even to the British pilots, and after several planes were hit, the pilots did not choose to parachute, but directly chose to crash into the Italian convoy headlong to the ground, and it was good to hit a tank or even an armored car without a truck.

The German fighter pilots who flew low and flew by also witnessed the terrible situation of their British counterparts on the ground, and now they deeply understood why General Garland had told them not to try to deal with the British ground forces, and if they were shot down, crashed, or forced to parachute, they would probably have suffered such a terrible fate.

In such battles, the "Star of Africa" Marseilleu was even more comfortable and repeatedly successful, and his arrogant temperament still disdained to attack British bombers, usually he took out some of the fighters escorting the bombers first, leaving the clumsy bombers to the wingman and other pilots to deal with. Whenever the Yellow No. 14 plane appeared, the ground troops would burst into cheers as if they had seen a savior, and the enemy's air formation would always be chaotic, and even once two "Hurricane" fighters turned in a panic to avoid Marseilleu, who swooped down from the sky, and as a result, they collided together, "boom", and debris was scattered all over the ground, giving Marseyu two results in vain. After two days of fighting, his personal success had climbed to 178 aircraft, which was getting closer and closer to the 200 mark, which he himself said, and could not be completed by the end of the month.

Behind the Italians, the British 1st and 7th Panzer Divisions under the unified command of Major General Horrocks were also gritting their teeth and desperately chasing, they had received the battle report from the rear, knew the tragic situation of the 10th Panzer Division, understood Montgomery's determination, they only hated themselves for not being fast enough, not fast enough.