September 25, 1940 is destined to be remembered by history.

Under the coercion of Mussolini and the lure of Chen Dao, Marshal Graziani, an Anglophobe, finally launched an attack on Egypt as promised.

On the morning of the same day, the Marati Combat Group of the 2nd Division of the Italian Blackshirts crossed the border as the vanguard of the 10th Army and became the first Italian army to invade Egypt.

Behind the Marati battle group, the main force of the 10th Army, composed of more than 80,000 men from six infantry divisions, held a solemn pledge meeting in the village of Kapzo, three kilometers west of the border, and then set off in a grand victory parade under the cover of more than 200 tanks.

The military band blew the loud trumpet and played a cheerful marching song.

To the beat of drums and music, a unit wearing a black shirt with a short knife and a grenade at the waist walked at the front of the line.

The vanguard marched leisurely through the steep slopes that crossed the edge of the Libyan plateau and along the narrow coastal plain, as if on a long stretch.

At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the advance party arrived in the port of Selum, and twenty minutes later, the Italian flag flew high in the port of Selum, two days after the German flag was raised in the port of Selum.

The port of Selum is filled with the joyful atmosphere of the victorious rendezvous of the German and Italian teams, and the port of Sidi Barani, about 70 kilometers east of the port of Selum, is a lively scene of blood and fire.

The Großdeutsche Motorized Rifle Regiment spearheaded the second wave of the offensive as the vanguard of the Afrika Army, targeting Sidi Barani.

In order to ensure the complete annihilation of the Sidi Barani defenders, Chen Dao discussed with Rommel and repeated the old trick, sending troops of the 101st Special Air Service Battalion to smuggle off the coast east of Sidi Barani, cutting off the defenders' retreat to the east in one fell swoop, and then launched an attack.

When Chen Dao rushed to meet Rommel outside the city of Sidi Barani. The Großdeutsche Motorized Rifle Regiment had broken through the outlying positions of the Sidi Barani defenders, and the infantry had crossed the outer trenches and followed the No. 3 assault gun into the city.

In the battle against Sidi Barani. The Großdeutsch Regiment committed the 1st and 2nd Infantry Battalions, the 4th Heavy Weapons Battalion, and the newly formed 18th Assault Company.

As a sharp knife unit. The 18th Assault Company was assigned two No. 3 assault guns, and it was these two precious No. 3 assault guns that destroyed the fire points of the British outlying positions one by one against the bullets and shells of the defenders, and opened the passage into the city for the 18th Assault Company.

Following the No. 3 assault gun, numbered 162, Sergeant Schmidt, the leader of the second squad of the 1st platoon of the 18th Assault Company, attacked the city of Sidi Barani from a street northwest of the city.

About a hundred meters along the street, a white two-story building appears on the left side of the street ahead.

In the northernmost window on the second floor of the building, a Brown light machine gun fired frantically into the east side of the street, and in the corridor next to it, four or five British riflemen hid behind waist-high parapets and fired cold shots at the Germans downstairs.

Assault gun No. 162 came to a halt close to the right side of the street, and the muzzle of the L24 gun shook a few times before a thunderous sound of gunfire.

A dazzling fire erupted from the wall on the right side of the window, and an opening more than a meter in diameter instantly appeared on the wall, and the Brown light machine gun made a graceful curve and flew out of the window and fell to the ground.

Before the gray smoke cleared, Sergeant Schmidt raised his hand, and two infantrymen rushed to the downstairs of the second-story building against the building on the left side of the street, and with a wave of their hands, two M24 grenades flew up the corridor on the second floor.

After two loud bangs, large swaths of blood splattered onto the walls of the hallway, staining the white walls a shocking blood-red.

"Let's go." Sergeant Schmidt shouted and rushed out from behind the No. 3 assault gun, clinging to the corner and running down the second floor.

The probe glanced at the layout of the first floor through the gate. Sergeant Schmidt immediately retracted his head, and the room instantly rang out with gunshots and a bullet flying out of the doorway.

Sergeant Schmidt carried the MP40 submachine gun behind his back. Pulling out the grenade pinned to his waist, he lit the fuse, waited for two seconds, and threw it through the door.

The grenade flew through the hall on the first floor and landed in front of a door in the left rear corner of the hall. The fire flashed, and the bloody corpse of a British soldier fell to the ground, blood pouring from under the corpse and rushing to the floor like a stream.

Private Hans was the first to burst through the door, running through the living room to the door, only to be bumped into a figure wearing a pot-lid helmet.

The British soldier on the opposite side turned his gun, and the butt of his rifle smashed into Hans's face with a vicious wind. Hans hurriedly dodged, but his steel helmet was struck by the butt of his gun.

Eyes are covered by the lower edge of the steel helmet. Hans's eyes went dark, and in a panic he threw away his rifle and threw himself forward. Holding the strong bodies of the British soldiers on the other side, the two of them rolled to the ground.

The British troops on the opposite side relied on their strong bodies to crush Hans under him, and their hands grabbed him by the neck. Suffocated, Hans quickly rolled his eyes.

At the last moment, the figure of Sergeant Schmidt appeared beside the two.

Pulling out the sapper shovel inserted in his lower back, Sergeant Schmidt raised the spade and slashed at the neck of the British soldier, and the sharp shovel instantly cut off half of the British soldier's neck, and hot arterial blood spurted out, staining Hans's dark face.

The corpse of the British soldier fell to the ground and convulsed, and Hans felt the pressure on his body relax, and then clutched his neck and gasped for breath, enjoying the hard-won fresh air.

Hans spat a few times, spitting the blood from his mouth onto the wall.

Raising his arm to wipe the blood from his face, Hans picked up the Mauser 98K rifle on the ground, glanced at the white neck bone on the neck of the British corpse on the ground, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded to Sergeant Schmidt, and then walked deeper into the corridor with his gun in hand.

The two crept up the stairs at the end of the corridor to the second floor, but found no enemy troops, only a wounded British soldier with a bloody back lying on the floor of a bedroom on the second floor.

The two men called in the medic to treat the wounded British soldier, then ran out of the building and continued through the street following the No. 3 assault gun.

After a few more skirmishes, Sergeant Schmidt finally saw the sea.

This fierce battle was going on on the dock by the sea, and a group of British troops who had retreated to the beach were making a final resistance by taking advantage of the buildings on the pier and the large and small cries stacked on the dock.

The arrival of the second squad led by Sergeant Schmidt and the assault gun No. 162 became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and under the bombardment of the No. 3 assault gun, the British troops, who had only light weapons, instantly lost the courage to resist.

More than 30 British soldiers laid down their arms and raised their hands in surrender, while a dozen British soldiers fled to a compound east of the docks.

Sergeant Schmidt quickly led his men in pursuit, and after bypassing several large and small white buildings, the British troops turned into an alley that could only accommodate two or three people in parallel.

After confirming that there were no ambushes in the alley, Sergeant Schmidt led his men to continue the pursuit, and after making two turns in the alley, Sergeant Schmidt saw a wide street in front of him.

The British troops in front turned to the right and continued to flee along the streets.

The impatient Hans rushed in front of Sergeant Schmidt again, and then turned to the right, but was pulled back by the quick-eyed Sergeant Schmidt.

The moment Hans withdrew, a string of machine-gun bullets flew past the two men and hit the white house opposite them, instantly leaving seven or eight more bullet holes in the wall.

"I owe you one more time." Hans gasped.

"Don't always be so impatient, you're going to die." Sergeant Schmidt said.

Sergeant Schmidt then waved to a private behind him, who leaned around the corner and poked out the rearview mirror of a truck into the corner.

"At the beginning and Herman. The skills learned by the Goering regiment are now finally in handy. Hans said with a smile.

Sergeant Schmidt nodded, then asked the private, "Did you see anything?" ”

The private replied that after turning the corner, there was a dead end, and that there was a sandbag fortification more than a hundred meters away, and that there were two heavy machine guns pointed at it.

The alley was too narrow for the No. 3 assault gun to follow, and Sergeant Schmidt had to send two soldiers back to find the No. 3 assault gun No. 162.

It took seven or eight minutes for the No. 162 No. 3 assault gun to reappear in the eyes of Sergeant Schmidt.

"The machine gunner threw down the machine gun and ran away." The private turned his head and shouted excitedly.

"Let's go." Sergeant Schmidt dodged out of the corner and sprinted after Assault Gun No. 3 towards the end of the deserted street.

Seeing the rice-shaped flag hanging from the three-story building on the right hand side of the street, Sergeant Schmidt shouted to his subordinates in surprise: "This should be the headquarters of the British, let's go in and have a look, maybe we will have a big harvest."

A few grenades flew into the hall on the first floor and the corridor facing the street on the second floor, and before the smoke cleared, a half-baked German shout suddenly came from upstairs.

"We surrender, don't shoot."

The shouting was repeated several times before Sergeant Schmidt could hear it, and a wooden stick stretched out from the door on the first floor, carrying a white flag.

It was a big bonus to catch a major.

Sergeant Schmidt walked up to the British Major in the group of captives in surprise and asked, "Mr. Major, what is your name?" ”

"Isaac. Major Terry. ”

Before Major Terry could finish speaking, Hans sped out of the building and waved a waving wad of papers at Sergeant Schmidt.

"See what this is?"

Half an hour later, outside Sidi Barani, Rommel and Chen Dao looked at each other after reading the documents.

"Their main line of defense is indeed in the Mesha Matrouh area, which is consistent with the results of our aerial reconnaissance." Rommel said.

"In that case, we will fight them at Mesha Matrouh and leave them all there." (To be continued)