In the sky above the city of Syria, ten ME-109 fighters of the air artillery regiment and more than 20 British and French fighters who arrived at some unknown time were strangled together. The British and French fighters chased after the butt of the Stuka bombers and shot wildly, preventing them from bombing the British troops on the ground with peace of mind, but they were bitten by the escorting German fighters, staging a bloody blockbuster of chasing and killing.

About ten minutes later, ten more ME-109 fighters flew to the northeast, followed by eighteen Stuka dive bombers, and the second bombardment unit of the air artillery regiment arrived.

Without saying a word, the prepared escort fighters rushed headlong into the battlefield and divided into five twin formations to fight with the British and French planes, and the Stuka bomber group took advantage of the opportunity of the enemy fighters being pinned down to carry out a second round of bombing.

As if in anticipation of the German increase, the second group of the Air Artillery Regiment had just entered the battle when a squadron of French fighters flew into the western sky・・・・・・

Countless clouds of white smoke from roaring and swooping Stukka, fighter jets chasing each other, and countless clouds of white smoke emitted by the explosion of artillery shells dotted the blue sky. From time to time, fighter planes were shot down by the opponent and fell to the ground with blinding flames and thick black smoke.

Chen Dao looked up at the sky, thinking that when he led his troops to fight the British outside the city, if any Stuka bomber pilot was dizzy and couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe, it would be a lot of fun.

The smallest aerial bomb that Stuka carried weighed fifty kilograms, and two of them in the Ghost Strike Group's Type 251 convoy would be enough for the Ghost Strike Group, not to mention the more sinister 500 kilogram bombs, powerful enough to reduce a Type 4G to parts.

Seeing a comrade die under enemy guns will inspire the survivors, and being bombed by their own bombers will only cause morale to plummet, which is the deadliest thing.

Thinking of this, Chen Dao made up his mind to let the tanks enter the city to fight street battles.

The remaining seventeen Type 4G tanks were divided into three groups, five each in groups one and three, and seven in groups two.

The second group was in the center, the first and third groups protected its left and right flanks, and the three groups of tanks each led twelve Type 251 armored vehicles to enter the city through the north of the city of Xupu, and then turned to the northwest, with the Bandit No. 1 on which Chen Dao rode followed at the end of the second group.

On the streets northwest of the city, every building has become the focus of contention between the two sides, and the buildings are the focus of attention.

Relying on their rough skin and thick flesh, 20 Matilda 1 tanks and 6 Matilda 2 tanks covered a battalion of British infantry to attack the city from the northwest of the city of Syria, and the 1st Regiment and 2nd Battalion of the Skeleton Division stationed outside the city had no choice but to retreat into the city to fight street battles.

After the infantry of the Skeleton Division stabilized themselves in the buildings inside the city, the doom of the British infantry came.

They bent over and followed behind the tanks with long Enfield rifles, watching as the sturdy tanks destroyed German anti-tank guns or machine-gun points and advanced deep into the city.

Before the corners of their mouths could smile, a string of bullets flew out of the window of the building on their left, or a smoking grenade fell on the roof of the building on their right, knocking the British infantry into a pool of blood, one by one.

In the face of attacks from the west, the British infantry had no choice but to rush into the buildings occupied by the Germans and clear the enemy layer by layer, only to be ruthlessly counter-cleared.

The Enfield rifle was a weapon for trench warfare, but the narrow, rugged corridors made it useless.

Coincidentally, the Brown light machine gun also lost its former heroism, and in this almost face-to-face battle, the only thing that worked in the hands of the British infantry was the Webley MKVI revolver in the hands of the officers. As for the submachine gun, for the British infantry, the submachine gun is only a weapon that exists in legends, and I don't know what psychology the high-ranking officers of the British Army did not equip the infantry with submachine guns.

In such a very asymmetrical battle, one or two German soldiers with pistols or submachine guns could often block a corridor, so that the British infantry attacking the upper floors did not dare to show their heads.

When the British infantry, driven by the officers, prepared to rush forward regardless of casualties, a grenade falling from the roof of the building with white smoke was enough to make them tumble down the stairs with their butts and dispell all the devilish impulses in their hearts.

On the streets, the Matilda tanks, which had been flaunting for a long time, were useless, and they could only be a spectator of the battle that took place inside the building.

As the battle progressed into the afternoon, the Skeleton Division soldiers, who had figured out the weaknesses of the British army, became more and more emboldened, and they stood on the fourth and fifth floors of the building, and even the roof of the building, shooting at the British infantry who were following Matilda's tank.

The Matilda tanks wanted to take revenge on the enemy upstairs, but they were depressed to find that their elevation angle was not enough, and by the time they had retreated enough distance to the elevation angle, the Germans had already run away.

Just as the battle is at a stalemate northwest of the city of Syria, the tanks of the Ghost Battle Group appear on the streets.

Seeing the Type 4G tank painted with the Iron Cross, the Skeleton Division infantry who were fighting the British in the building poked their heads out and waved to them, and then shouted that they had British infantry or British tanks in such and such a position.

Following the guidance of the Skeleton Division's infantry, the Ghost Strike Group's tanks approached the door and fought against the British tanks wandering around the city.

Following the back of the second group, Chen Dao lay on the front of the Bandit No. 1, and found that no matter how deep his neck was, he could not see any trace of the British army, only seven or eight British corpses lying on the side of the street and the wreckage of an extremely ugly tank.

"A tank that doesn't even have a tank gun deserves to be called a tank? Where is Matilda 2? Why hasn't it come out yet? ”

Chen Dao leaned on the front of the car, brandished a box cannon and said with a frown.

Captain Lorenz stood aside and stared nervously at Chen Dao, the four orderlies were not easy, they all knew that the regimental commander in front of him had a quirk, whenever he was extremely impatient, he would rush to the front line with a gun and use himself as an infantryman.

Now that the regiment leader has figured out his box cannon, the expression on his face is also extremely patient, and the regiment leader's rampage is just around the corner.

Sure enough, as Lorenz and the others expected, Chen Dao turned around and walked towards the back door of the armored car, shouting: "Let's go and see where there are Matilda 2 tanks, and then kill them." ”

As soon as Captain Lorenz made a look, Sergeant Beethoven stopped Chen Dao from behind and hugged Chen Dao, and the other three paratroopers were not far behind, hugging their legs, hugging their arms, blocking the door, and controlling Chen Dao in the carriage.

Captain Lorenz snatched the box gun in Chen Dao's hand and said, "Colonel, you have to pay attention to your identity, don't always charge like a sergeant, commanding the battle group is what you should do." ”

"Let me go first."

"You have to promise us that you can't be impulsive anymore, otherwise we won't let you go."

"Okay, okay, I promise you." Chen Dao said angrily.

After regaining his freedom, Chen Dao stretched out his hand to return the box cannon, "Today's matter will be dealt with when we return to Kiel, you dare to kidnap your superiors, I must deal with it seriously." ”

Captain Lorenz had already figured out Chen Dao's temper, and he knew that Chen Dao was a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person, so he hurriedly put on an expression of humbly admitting his mistake.

"As long as your safety is guaranteed, it doesn't matter if you take us to court-martial."

Chen Dao saw that the five of them pretended to be good children, snorted coldly and did not speak, and returned to the front of the car again.

Lorenz quietly grimaced at the four orderlies behind Chen Dao, and the five of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Until nightfall, when the fighting in the city of Syria gradually subsided, Chen Dao did not see the Matilda 2 tank.

Southwest of the city, Montgomery received a report that a German armored unit had entered the city of Syria, and about ten kilometers southeast of the city of Syria, a German armored unit was approaching, and he hurriedly ordered all twelve Matilda 2 tanks that had been stuck in the quagmire of street fighting to withdraw from the city and prepare to meet the German armored forces.

As night fell, Montgomery ordered the infantry that had stood still inside the city to withdraw from the city and prepare for the next step of the battle.

North of the city of Xupu, Chen Dao walked into the church where Colonel Simon's regimental headquarters was located and saw a person he didn't expect.

Seeing the major general who was not tall, but exuded a shrewd and capable atmosphere, Chen Dao was surprised in his heart, isn't this Lao Long? How did he get here?

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