The sun was about to set, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast a red halo over the yellow dunes, casting long shadows on the ground.

A few desert vultures circled and fluttered in the sky, as if searching for food on the ground, only to be swept away in the blink of an eye by the roar of a shrill tank motor.

In the smoke and dust, soldiers and chariots gasped in the murky air, and the impenetrable yellow sand followed the sea breeze into their eyes, noses, and ears.

The road was full of sand and gravel, bumps and violently, and the unpleasant smell of gasoline and sweat was disgusting. The main force of the Goering Motorized Rifle Division still marched day and night, regardless of the hardships and fatigue of the **, with tenacity and will, approaching the El Alamein line, only four hours after the British 4th Armored Brigade entered El Alamein.

Chen Dao's Bandit No. 1 rushed to a sand dune, and he lay on the front of the car looking at the British position in the distance, and then gave the order to rest all night.

In the last two days, Chen Dao's frenzied stance, everyone mistakenly thought that he would attack overnight, including the two of them.

After the order was conveyed to the departments of the Reich Marshal Armored Regiment, the Artillery Regiment and the 1st Parachute Regiment, this empathetic order caused a burst of cheers among the officers and men of the various divisions.

The divisions quickly divided their camps, and the 7th Air Defense Battalion quickly set up anti-aircraft guns, and the tents that slept in the open were quickly erected, and curling cooking smoke soon wafted above the camp.

"Report, Colonel Mandol sent a telegram that his troops were about forty kilometers away from us. It will be available by dark at the latest. The Greater German Motorized Rifle Regiment was a little further away. It's about seventy kilometers from us. Captain Lorenz said as he handed a telegram to Chen Dao.

Chen Dao glanced at the telegram a few times and said, "Notify the reconnaissance battalion." Tomorrow morning, as soon as it is dawn, they will immediately go out to reconnoiter the British positions on the opposite side, and all units will do a good job of guarding the night rest.

After arranging the final work, Chen Dao walked to the vicinity of the camp on foot, staring at the British defense line in the distance, and suddenly let out an exclamation in his mouth.

"What did he say?" Captain Bach, who was standing behind Chen Dao, asked Captain Lorenz in a low voice.

"It seems a pity that General Rommel is not here." Captain Lorenz had a speculative look on his face.

Before Captain Lorentz could finish speaking, Chen Dao suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

A black dot appeared in the center of the disc-like sunset, and with a faint roar of engines, the black dot quickly turned into the outline of an airplane.

Captain Bach holds a pergola. After squinting for a while, he said, "It's a Fi-156 reconnaissance plane." ”

After gracefully circling the sky twice, the FI-156 reconnaissance plane slowly descended with its light fuselage, stumbled and slid more than 50 meters on the coastal road, and then came to a steady stop on the ground.

The two figures jumped out of the cabin one after the other, standing on the side of the plane to Herman on both sides of the road. The camp of the Goering division kept looking.

"There is a red line of wisdom on the military uniform, and he is a general." Captain Bach said, looking at the two uninvited guests in the distance.

"Who could it be? What do they want to do? Captain Lorenz also guessed.

Bandit One drove past the two men with a gust of wind, and returned to them a moment later.

Looking at the general who jumped out of the back compartment, Captain Bach and Captain Lorenz hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"I never expected your presence, General Rommel." Chen Dao saluted and smiled and stretched out his right hand to Rommel.

"If that's the case, my purpose has been achieved." Rommel also smiled and shook hands with Chen Dao.

"You didn't come here this way just to surprise me, did you?" Chen Dao asked.

"It's not my style to sit in the back and wait for the reescalation, so. I'm coming. Rommel raised the corners of his eyes and stared at Chen Dao and said.

This really means that Lao Long and Lao Long have arrived. I just sighed about the relationship between Alaman and Lao Long, and Lao Long appeared in this way, could he have the ability to telepathize?

While pondering, Chen Dao invited Rommel into the marching tent that had just been erected and secretly discussed the next battle plan.

Herman. The appearance of the Goering Division caused a real panic in the British positions, which soon reached the mind of Major General Allen along the telephone line, instantly extinguishing the surprise caused by the arrival of the remnants of the 4th Panzer Brigade.

Major General Allen's Order of First Class Combat Readiness was then conveyed to every corner of the front line via telephone lines and radio.

As a conscientious soldier, Major General Allen unkindly conveyed the panic in his heart to Wavell and Wilson in Cairo, and cast a cloud of war on their hearts.

On the Maiser Ridge in the middle of the El Alamein Defence, in the battalion headquarters of the Manchester City Flintlock Rifle Battalion.

When Major Glenn received the order that the Germans had appeared and that all units were ready for combat first, he suddenly remembered Captain Mills, who had just been assigned to his command.

Captain Mills, who was sweating profusely, was summoned from the forward position, and Major Glenn was taken aback after a few cross-examinations.

Major Glenn stared at Captain Mills in front of him and asked, "You mean you and your men haven't fought?" ”

Captain Mills nodded, and said sincerely, "It's not that I'm timid to make excuses to shirk responsibility. My men and I are just guards at the port of Mesha Matru, and we usually just hold guns to maintain order in the port and deter the local natives from making trouble, and we really haven't been on the battlefield. ”

Major Glenn folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, frowning and pondering.

Seeing this, Captain Mills hurriedly said, "My men and I originally wanted to take a boat to Alexandria, but we had to dock because we ran out of fuel on the way. Who knows, General Allen not only did not lend us oil, but sent us here.

Although we did not fight the Germans, I also heard that the armies of the Germans and Italians had many tanks, and in less than a day our troops on the Mesha Matrou Line were crushed.

I've only been here for a few hours though. But I saw it too. The fortifications here were all improvised. The number of people is not estimated to be large, and it will be difficult to block the attack of the Germans and Italians, so it is wiser for us to find a way to retreat in advance. ”

"A way out? What retreat? Don't spread the word of defeat in front of my eyes. Major Glenn said as he glared at Captain Mills.

Seeing Major Glenn's angry face, Captain Mills lowered his head in horror, not daring to look at him.

"You and your men stay at the front and hold the position with Captain Brooke of a company. Remember, don't be a deserter. You are a hero for escaping from the port of Mesha Matru, and a shameful coward for escaping from here. Yes, you will be shot, and I don't want to give the order to execute you and your men. Major Glenn said, staring at Captain Mills.

Captain Mills and Major Glenn looked at each other for a moment, and finally were defeated by Major Glenn's majestic gaze. He stood up and said with a dejected expression on his face, "I promise that I and my men will never be the first deserters unless the other troops flee first." ”

Mills gave Major Glenn a perfunctory salute.

"If nothing else, I'll go first."

The moment he turned around, Major Glenn clearly heard a mutter.

"I'm afraid I'll never see Manchester City games again."

"Captain Mills, wait a minute." Major Glenn suddenly stopped Captain Mills.

Captain Mills looked back at Major Glenn, his eyes glazed.

"You and your men stay at the battalion headquarters. Together with the battalion headquarters company, it served as a reserve. ”

Captain Mills was stunned for a moment, and his confused eyes instantly became full of joy.

"Thank you so much. On behalf of all my subordinates, I thank you, ten thousand thanks. Don't worry, my subordinates and I will protect your safety with the battalion headquarters company. ”

With a wave of his hand to send away the grateful Captain Mills, Major Glenn sighed helplessly.

If the unmotivated Captain Mills and his subordinates were sent to the front line, maybe as soon as the Germans' cannon sounded, they would have a psychological breakdown and become deserters, and if they didn't get it right, it would lead to a collective rout of a company, and it would be pointless to shoot them all at that time, so it would be better to put them at the battalion headquarters as guards, so that the battalion headquarters company could free up a group of people to support the front line.

Other than that, Captain Mills and his men were of little use and in the unlikely event that the tide of battle turned out to be as unfavorable as he had suggested, perhaps they would be able to use their vast escape experience and persistent belief in escape to cover their safe retreat to the rear

London, 10 Downing Street, London, United Kingdom.

Churchill stood in front of his bedroom window with a cigar in his mouth, quietly watching the night out the window.

After tonight, tomorrow will be the day that will decide the fate of Egypt

Rome, the capital of Italy, in the Venetian Royal Palace next to Piazza Venezia.

Mussolini stood in front of a silver-framed mirror in his bedroom, more than two meters high, twisting and turning, showing off his freshly made clothes.

"I will wear this military uniform, ride a white horse into Cairo, and then hold a military parade under the pyramids to let the whole world know that the great Roman Empire is in my hands."

"Are you ready for those medals? My dear. A delicate voice came from behind him.

Mussolini didn't look back, just looked at his mistress Petache in the dressing mirror.

"It has been prepared for a long time, and when the time comes, I will personally award the medals to those Germans, so that they can also feel the glory of the Roman Empire."

"Now that you're all set, what are you waiting for? It's time to turn off the lights. Petache lay across the bed, gently flicking the hem of his white silk dressing gown, and stared at Mussolini with a charming expression.

Staring at the faint spring light at the base of Petaci's thighs, Mussolini's throat shook violently.

With three or two strokes, he stripped off the leader's new clothes and put on a "new coat of the emperor", and with a crazy laugh, Mussolini's fat body flew onto the wide double bed

In the expectation of countless people, in the fear of countless people, October 8 has finally arrived.

As soon as the sky was white, and the sun had not yet appeared, the reconnaissance company of the Greater German Motorized Rifle Regiment and the reconnaissance battalion of the Hermann Goering Division embarked on the expedition and rushed to the British defense line to begin reconnaissance before the general attack.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the first aerial bombs dropped by the 2nd Air Force kicked off the battle of El Alamein.

In the northern part of the front. Two battalions of the Großdeutsches launched a frontal assault with the support of a tank destroyer battalion from the Hermann Goering regiment. Divert the attention of the British troops.

The middle of the front. The battle group consisting of the 3rd Battalion and the 18th Assault Company of the Großdeutsche Regiment launched an attack on the Maiselja Ridge with the support of the 3rd Assault Gun Company. The air artillery regiments of the Goering division were reinforced to the battle group.

Herman. The Goering Division, under the command of Mandolfer, launched an attack on the southern part of the empty British front, preparing to break through the defensive line and make a detour to the coast road east of El Alamein, completely cutting off the British retreat.

Axis Air Force and RAF bombers flew over the battle lines, raining down bombs on enemy troops.

On the ground, the artillery of both sides did not hesitate to smash shells of various calibers into each other's positions and infantry groups.

Gray-white gunsmoke, skyrocketing fire, and flying yellow sand filled every corner of the battlefield, and the explosion of shells, the roar of engines, and the sound of gunfire one after another were deafening. Let the sun tremble in the sky.

On the anticline of the eastern slope of the Maisel Ridge, Major Glenn held the telephone in his right hand, stared at the map on the table with a frown, and quietly listened to the report from the front.

"The enemy's strength is more than a battalion, and there are more than a dozen tanks, and we can hold them off by taking advantage of the terrain. It's just that the Germans have great aerial firepower, especially the kind of bombers that make a scream, which is already causing panic among the soldiers, and we need more anti-aircraft fire to curb their bombardment. ”

"All twelve forty-millimeter anti-aircraft guns have been put into battle in full, and there is no more anti-aircraft fire. You must hold your ground, at all costs. Don't forget. German bombers are bombing us, and RAF bombers are bombing German infantry. You still have at least trenches to hide from the bombardment, what do the Germans have in the exposed wilderness? They have nothing, you don't always emphasize objective reasons, use your courage to overcome difficulties. Major Glenn reprimanded the company commander, Captain Brooke, and hung up the phone with a thud.

A strange scream reached Major Glenn's ears, and a series of violent explosions sounded one after another, and there was a slight vibration on the ground, and a series of sand particles fell through the roof of the underground bunker onto the map on the table, and on the heads and shoulders of Major Glenn and others.

Major Glenn slapped the sand off his body, walked quickly to the doorway of the underground bunker and looked into the sky, just in time to see four or five Seagull-wing planes staggering away.

"These damn crows." Major Glenn couldn't help but curse as he stared at the backs of those planes.

"Major, Major, Captain Sink has a call for you, and the position of the Third Company will not be able to hold."

"What? The battle has just begun, and they are about to collapse? Major Glenn was startled and hurried into the command headquarters to pick up the phone.

After a brief exchange with the commander of the 3rd Company, Captain Zinke, Major Glenn learned that the southwest of the Maiselja Ridge was the main direction of attack of the Germans, and that the 3rd Company was under the greatest pressure, and the trenches on the ground had been almost flattened by German artillery fire.

Major Glenn put down the phone and looked at his watch, the battle had just started less than an hour, and he was about to put the last reserves into it, and the battle situation was really not optimistic.

Major Glenn then called the battalion company commander, Captain Vickers, pointed to the map and said: "You immediately send two platoons to reinforce the position of the third company, their defense line is in this position, take the communication trench, you will be very fast"

"Ping-da" A chaotic gunshot came from outside the bunker, and Major Glenn and everyone in the bunker stopped their movements and looked at the door of the bunker in horror.

A figure staggered into cover and shouted loudly, "Report, report." ”

It wasn't until the man ran in front of him that Major Glenn recognized it as Captain Mills.

"What's going on out there? Who's shooting? Major Glenn shouted.

"It's the Germans who are shooting, they're already attacking." Captain Mills shouted in panic.

"What? Is it impossible that they have already broken through the positions of the third company? How could it be so fast? Major Glenn shouted at a loss, beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead.

"The Germans did not come from the positions of the third company, they attacked from the rear slope, and our guard units were engaged with them." Captain Mills shouted.

"No way, I'll take a look." Captain Vickers shouted angrily, and then rushed to the door of the bunker.

A few seconds later, Captain Weix's tall frame fell backwards back into cover.

He couldn't help but go backwards, for the muzzle of a Brown light machine gun was pressed against his chest.

At the sight of the British soldier with the machine gun, Major Glenn and all the people in the bunker widened their eyes.

"Bang bang" two crisp gunshots, a second lieutenant who wanted to quietly touch the gun shook his body and then fell to the ground softly, blood gushed from the two bullet holes in his chest and abdomen, and the earthy yellow military uniform was quickly stained red.

"You," Major Glenn stared at Captain Mills in front of him.

Captain Mills blew the smoke from the muzzle of his gun, and then raised his gun to point it at Major Glenn, who was in shock.

"I'm Second Lieutenant Streicher of the German Navy's DreamWorks Special Forces, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Major Glenn, and thank you for taking care of me and my men lately."

"You," Major Glenn was speechless for a moment in shock and anger, just staring at "Captain Mills" with angry flames in his eyes.

Second Lieutenant Stretcher didn't speak, but raised the muzzle of his gun against Major Glenn's head, and the muzzle of the black hole immediately repelled all of Major Glenn's anger, and all that was left was fear.

At this time, three more "British soldiers" rushed into the bunker, looked around, and walked to the radio station in the bunker.

Pushing away the radioman next to him, a "British soldier" sat next to the radio and skillfully operated it, so quiet that the sound of dripping soon sounded in the depressing bunker.

Second Lieutenant Stleicher pointed to the phone on the table and said, "Major Glenn, pick up the phone on the table and call your subordinates, you know what to say." ”

About twenty minutes later, the owner of the Messel Ridge was replaced by a German wearing an M35 steel helmet, just seventy minutes after the start of the battle. (To be continued......)