On the coastal road northeast of the village of Fouquet, the positions of the 2nd Parachute Regiment of the 7th Parachute Division of the Luftwaffe are being tested by the artillery fire of the British 4th Panzer Brigade.

By radio, the commander of the 4th Panzer Brigade, Colonel Abbot, had learned of the tremendous pressure on the Meshamatrou line ahead, and that his troops had to break through the German paratroopers' blocking positions regardless of casualties and attrition, and plunge into the battle of Mesa Matrum as soon as possible, or meet the retreat of the Eighth Army.

Under the urging of Colonel Albert, 24 25-pound guns poured shells on the positions of the 2nd Parachute Regiment as hard as they could.

Countless fountains of sand and shrapnel sprayed into the sky like explosions, and then rained down on the German paratroopers in foxholes.

Colonel Albert stood on a sand dune, tall and lanky body standing straight.

Staring at the watch on his wrist and seeing the second hand tick to the number twelve for the tenth time, Colonel Abbott looked up at the German positions in the distance.

After a full ten minutes of shelling, yellow sand and gray-white smoke had already enveloped the positions of the German paratroopers, and the Germans in the positions must have known that it was time to attack.

Colonel Albert waved his right arm in a dashing manner, and twelve Matilda 2 tanks lined up, leading twenty-four A10 cruiser tanks and two battalions of infantry to the German position.

Colonel Albert couldn't help but sneer as he stared at the German paratrooper positions opposite.

The opposite positions had no barbed wire, no anti-tank trenches, no minefields, not even coherent trenches, only foxholes that had just been dug up.

They are paratroopers, and they certainly don't have any decent heavy weapons in their hands, so why should they face the mighty Matilda 2 tank? It seems that this battle should have been a senseless massacre.

The German commander on the opposite side should have surrendered as soon as possible, if he was wise. Don't let your subordinates make unnecessary sacrifices.

It didn't take long for the entire area in front of the positions of the 2nd Parachute Regiment to reverberate with the roar of tank engines.

The British tanks soon rumbled across the sand-covered ground, carrying billowing smoke and ant-like British infantry over the German positions like road steamrollers.

With the lift-off of two white flares. The guns on the German paratrooper positions were loud, instantly overpowering the roar of tanks.

Mortar-shells, recoilless shells and machine-gun bullets rained down on the British infantry group. Each shell brought a bloody storm in the British infantry group.

Faced with a sudden blow, the British infantry either fell to the ground to avoid shrapnel, or ran to hide behind the tank body, and the momentum of the charge suddenly stalled.

Some of the British tanks stopped and fired at the German paratroopers with 40 mm guns and machine guns, but the bumps in the road forced them to stop, otherwise the machine guns and artillery would not have been able to aim at all.

German artillery fire could only slow down the British infantry attack, and had little effect on the British tanks. The tanks came to a halt and staggered along the sand.

After the British tanks approached, twelve PAK38 anti-tank guns on the German paratrooper positions opened fire.

In the face of powerful 50mm anti-tank shells, the fragile armor of the A10 cruiser was easily torn apart, and soon seven or eight thin-skinned A10 cruisers were destroyed, and even two Matilda 2 tanks were paralyzed in place.

The fierce artillery fire of the German army could not stop the advance of the British tanks, and after withstanding the German artillery fire and paying the price of the destruction of five Matilda 2 tanks, the British tanks rushing to the front finally approached less than 100 meters away from the German positions.

Undeterred by the steel monsters that rushed in front of them, the German paratroopers silently loaded their rifles with shiny bayonets. The grenadiers also picked up the cluster grenades they had prepared, ready for hand-to-hand combat.

Seeing the tank group that was about to run over the German position, Colonel Abbott shook his clenched fist fiercely.

Tanks rushed up. The Germans on the opposite side are finished, and the Germans in hand-to-hand combat are certainly no match for the well-trained British infantry, Colonel Abbott sneered and concluded the outcome of the battle.

Before Colonel Albert's clenched fist could be released, a sudden change occurred.

A flock of black dots loomed in the western sky, and the black dots soon turned into "big birds" made of steel, and these "big birds" came to the battlefield with a buzzing roar.

ME-109 fighters swooped down with strong winds, sliding over the heads of the charging British infantry group from north to south, and 20mm cannon shells and 7.92mm machine gun bullets rained down on the British infantry like hail.

The British soldiers, who were swept by machine-gun bullets, fell to the ground with countless blood holes on their bodies, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere the 20-millimeter shells passed. The bodies of every swept British soldier burst into dazzling blood flowers, which then turned into a rain of blood that stained the ground around them red.

A squadron of JU-88 bombers followed. They don't scream like their brothers, the Ju-87 dive bombers, but their three-ton bomb load gives them even more powerful destruction.

Where the flames of aerial bombs passed. All humanoid objects were gone, leaving only craters and countless pieces of minced flesh, and an unlucky A10 tank was even directly hit by an aerial bomb, and in an instant the people and the car were reduced to a pile of unrecognizable parts.

After a round of bombing by the bomber group, the battlefield was covered in smoke and yellow smoke.

A shrill whistle came from the smoke and dust, announcing the beginning of the German paratrooper counteroffensive.

Armed with goggles or gas masks, the grenadiers rushed into the billowing smoke and dust, went around the dead end of the British tank, and threw cluster grenades onto the tank's engine bay.

Some of the more daring German paratroopers simply jumped onto the British tank from the side, pried open the turret hatch with their sapper shovels, and then threw M24 grenades into the cabin, then jumped out of the tank to listen to the explosions and desperate screams of the crew.

More German paratroopers followed the officers with bayonet rifles and rushed to the frightened British infantry, like wolves rushing into a flock.

The superior rate of fire of the MP40 submachine gun and the M1 semi-automatic rifle was evident in this close-quarters engagement, where swaths of British infantry with Enfield rifles were swept to the ground, corpses in khaki uniforms quickly covered the ground and then merged with the yellow sand forever.

The instantaneous reversal of the situation left Colonel Abbott, who was already full of confidence, stunned, and before he had time to think why, he was dragged out of the dunes by his men.

Four or five fighters cruising in the sky set their sights on the troops of the Fourth Armored Brigade that had not participated in the battle, and after going around in circles, their sharp attacks landed on the ground, where the fire snakes of machine guns and machine guns passed, the trucks parked in the wilderness were blown up on the spot, and the gunners of the artillery regiment also fled in all directions.

Retreat, must retreat, and any longer staying here will only be sent to hell by the Luftwaffe.

At this time, Colonel Albert could no longer care about Lieutenant General O'Connor, who was looking forward to him at Mesha Matru, and chose to escape without hesitation.

Taking advantage of the cover of the anti-aircraft fire of the 4th Armored Brigade, Colonel Abbott jumped into the car immediately after giving the order to retreat, and fled by example.

About two hours after the end of the battle, a long steel dragon passed unhindered through the German paratrooper positions and pursued in the direction of the escape of the 4th Panzer Brigade.

Chen Dao stood on the side of the road, looking at the battlefield where the group of lost British prisoners and corpses were strewn all over the open space on the south side of the road, silently listened to Colonel Bolt, the commander of the Second Parachute Regiment, tell the story of the battle, and then said to Colonel Brohl, the commander of the First Parachute Regiment, with a smile: "The battle of Mesha Matru is nearing the end, and many remnants of the British army will soon flee here, and it will depend on your performance." ”

"Rest assured, on my position, the British will refuse to pass through." (To be continued)

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