On the British positions at the summit of the Ruwesat Ridge, the loud explosions, flickering fires, splashes of dirt, gray-white gunsmoke, and the stench of dead bodies made for a hellish scene.

Hail of steel and flames fell on the defenders, and the British infantry could only lie on their stomachs in the trenches and shiver, praying to God not to let the German shells fall on their heads.

Just as regiments and battalions of paratroopers launched their final assault on the summit of the Ruwisat Ridge, another disaster befell the defenders.

The paratroopers of the 1st Regiment and the 2nd Battalion rode in SDKFZ251 armored vehicles to the north of the Ruwesat Ridge and circled behind the defenders, intending to cooperate with the frontal attacking 1st Battalion to flank the British troops at the Ruwesat Ridge.

The heroic spirits of the Egyptian pharaohs were not blessed by the British colonial army, and under the guidance of a mysterious force in the shadows, the paratroopers of the second battalion were fortunate to discover an artillery position of the defenders, and this mysterious force was the smoke of gunpowder from the muzzle of the cannon when it was fired.

The convoy of the 2nd Parachute Battalion pierced the British artillery positions like a loaded shell.

Closing to a distance of about a kilometer from the artillery position, the heavy weapons company of the 2nd Paratrooper Battalion was the first to attack, and 81-mm mortar-shells fell into the British artillery positions one after another.

The deafening explosions and paralyzing shock waves destroyed the high morale of the British artillerymen, and the sudden shelling instantly covered the heads of every British artilleryman.

To add insult to injury to the British artillery was the actions of three more paratrooper companies. Just as the British artillerymen hid in the trenches around the artillery positions. Pick up the machine gun and get ready for battle. It turned out that two armoured convoys were deftly bypassing the left and right flanks of the artillery position.

Three companies of paratroopers formed a zigzag formation around this artillery position in the middle, and then put on a defensive formation.

Mortar-shells continued to fall on the British artillery positions, and every violent explosion struck the fragile nerves of the British army.

There were also a large number of 25-pound shells with fuses in the positions, and it was only a matter of time before the 25-pound shells were detonated after such endless shelling.

Surrender? Or not to surrender? That's a problem.

Before the commander of the British artillery could think of an answer, the Grim Reaper descended on the German paratroopers and ruthlessly waved his sickle at them.

Adhering to the guiding spirit that "that division commander" has always advocated that artillery is the god of war, the commander of the 2nd Paratrooper Battalion issued a call to the 1st Artillery Battalion by radio. It didn't take long for shells from twelve Wasp self-propelled howitzers to fall on the artillery positions of the British troops.

After two volleys, the 25-pounder shells on the British artillery positions were finally detonated as expected, and a wonderful fireworks display was staged.

In the blast of the explosion, the barrel of the 25-pound gun was lying on the ground.

The fragile bodies of the gunners were swept into the air by the air waves, and then pierced and torn apart by the blazing shrapnel, turning into various pieces of flesh and blood rain and falling to the ground.

The earthy yellow camouflage net turned into countless fragments and flew into the sky, fluttering like butterflies. The supporting wooden pillars were severed by shrapnel and fell into flames along with the camouflage net.

The bottom charge of the 25-pound shell was also ignited, and the heat and flames instantly consumed everything around it. Both life and dead things are reduced to ashes under the scythe of death.

The surviving British gunners finally could not withstand this unbearable blow in their lives. Rushing out of the position at the speed of a 100-meter race, he rushed headlong into the arms of the German troops on the periphery of the position.

The destruction of the artillery positions was tantamount to ringing the death knell of the defenders on the Ruwisat Ridge, and without the support of the artillery, their fragile firepower could no longer stop the fierce offensive of the paratroopers.

When the 2nd Parachute Battalion finished dealing with the British artillery prisoners and rushed to the eastern slope of the Ruwesat Ridge, it happened to see groups of British deserters fleeing head-on.

Seeing the torrent of steel on the opposite side, and the muzzle of the black hole that exuded the breath of death, the British rout wisely threw down their weapons and raised their hands, and then joined their artillery brothers.

By the time the paratroopers of the 2nd Battalion rushed up to the Ruwisat Ridge, the flaming red swastika flag was already flying high on the top of the ridge.

"You're late."

"Reinforcements always arrive after the battle, this is the iron law of war."

The paratroopers of the first battalion laughed and teased.

"If we hadn't taken out the artillery positions of the British, how could you have won so smoothly."

The paratroopers of the second battalion replied mercilessly.

"The morale of the boys is good, try to keep it up."

As soon as Chen Dao arrived at the battlefield, he saw a verbal artillery battle between the paratroopers of the two battalions, and nodded to Lieutenant Colonel Schultz with a smile and praised it.

Seeing that "the division commander" who had always been a dragon without seeing the end suddenly appeared, the paratroopers saluted one after another.

After Chen Dao explained a few words to Lieutenant Colonel Schultz, a man named Tom Brown. Hardy's captain prisoners were singled out.

A few minutes later, Captain Hardy left Ruwesat Ridge in a Bedford truck and headed north for El Alamein.

By this time, El Alamein was in disarray, and the defeated troops who had fled from the west after being routed by the Große German Regiment were rushing into the line of defense around El Alamein, which was also their last line of defense.

The presence of the defeated soldiers soon spread the panic and frustration to everyone in the vicinity of El Alamein, and under the shouts and shouts of Major General Allen, these chaotic routs were placed in the ring fortifications around the town of El Alamein, ready to make a final resistance.

On the position south of El Alamein, three Bedford trucks sped in front of the British position in the rout, and a captain jumped out of the truck and asked the major who was blocking the way.

"Major, I'm Captain Mills of the Manchester City Flintlock Battalion, and we have withdrawn from Maisel Ridge. Me and my people don't know where to go right now? Can you arrange a place for us to go? ”。

"I'm Major Turner, and I'm taking your men to the central square of the town, and follow this road all the way north. Don't run around when you get to the square, I'll look for you there. Major Turner said.

"Yes, Major." Captain Mills saluted, jumped back into the truck, and headed into town.

Five or six minutes later, another Bedford truck pulled up where Captain Mills had just stopped.

"I'm Tom. Captain Hardy, I came from Ruwesat Ridge, and the Germans asked me to bring a message to General Allen, where can I find him? ”

Major Turner glanced at Captain Hardy suspiciously, and then said impatiently: "You follow me, I will take you to General Allen, but I can't guarantee whether he will see you." ”

After a hectic period of work, order was finally restored outside El Alamein for the time being, and the routs had their own places to go, before Major Turner arrived in the central square of the town with a stinky sweat and Captain Hardy.

At this time, four or five hundred people had gathered in the central square, and these people were scattered in groups of forty or fifty or twenty or thirty people in all corners of the square.

Major Turner, with his extraordinary skill, quickly reorganized the stragglers into a battalion, personally serving as the battalion commander and selecting three captains to serve as company commanders.

"Captain Mills, Captain Carter, Captain Hunter, our troops will be used as reserves. Familiarize yourself with your men right away, and I think General Allen will soon need our strength. (To be continued......)