To the southwest of the city, Montgomery stood on the edge of the woods, looked at the city of Syria more than a thousand meters away with a telescope, and clearly saw that under the combined attack of his own infantry and tan, the group of Germans in colorful military uniforms hastily abandoned the outlying positions of the city and fled into the city.

"Poor fellow, even the anti-tank gun was crushed into parts." Montgomery put down his binoculars and said to the staff officer beside him.

"Our Matilda is really good! I also saw that the gunner of the anti-tank gun fired at it from a distance of less than ten meters, only to be crushed to pieces by the Matilda. ”

"It could also be five meters, but in any case it was very close, and the Germans would not be able to penetrate the anti-tank guns at such a close distance, and they would have no weapons to use to threaten Matilda, unless they had tanks."

"If they had tanks, they would have been there, and they wouldn't have let their infantry die."

A few staff officers who followed Montgomery commented on the war situation without mistakes.

"Tell the boys of the 9th Brigade to work harder and try to kill all the Germans in the city before noon, and that we will have lunch in the city of Sup, and then continue our march eastward, and be sure to reach the Maas before the French." Montgomery saw that the infantry of the Ninth Brigade had already followed the tanks into the city, and hurriedly urged.

A major staff officer who was with him hurriedly conveyed the order to Colonel Glenn, the commander of the Ninth Brigade, and after a while, the major returned to Montgomery and said to him: "Colonel Glenn said that the enemy resistance to the northwest of the city of Sypp is relatively stubborn, but it will not last long, he will definitely take the city of Sypp before eleven o'clock at noon, and then personally invite you to lunch in the city." ”

Montgomery nodded with satisfaction, he had served as the brigade commander of the Ninth Infantry Brigade before taking the post of commander of the Third Infantry Division, and he was quite confident in the combat effectiveness of the old troops he had brought out, with the strength and combat effectiveness of the Ninth Brigade, the Germans in the city of Syria could not resist their own offensive even if they had a regiment, not to mention that they had the help of the First Tank Brigade.

"You see that the Germans don't have military uniforms, they seem to be put together from rags, and they are certainly not the elite troops of the Germans. From what I know about the German Army, they are very strict with the appearance of soldiers, and they will not let soldiers wear this kind of colorful military uniforms that only beggars will wear, they must be the newly recruited troops of the Germans recently, and they will not be very strong in terms of weapons or combat effectiveness. Tell Colonel Hall of the 185th Brigade that the Germans in the southwest have retreated into the city, and ask him to send a battalion from the south of the city back to the east of the city to attack, and deal with the Germans in the city as soon as possible. Montgomery ordered.

In the city of Syria, a company of the anti-tank battalion led by Major Reiner himself rampaged through the streets of the city, and soon reached the west of the city, but plunged headlong into the rout.

Seeing the oncoming rout, Major Reiner looked at his watch in shock. At 7:20, just over 20 minutes after he set off from the battalion headquarters, the infantry of the second battalion was actually defeated, how many troops did the enemy have? How powerful is the firepower? And the second company in their own battalion has already arrived here one step ahead of themselves, how are they?

Reiner ordered the convoy to stop on the side of the road, then jumped out of the straddle motorcycle and anxiously craned his neck to look left and right, trying to find the men of the second company in the rout and ask what was going on.

Freman, who was riding in the driver's seat, found his own man before him, and he patted Reiner's left arm with the back of his right hand, pointed to four or five soldiers running along the south side of the street, and said: "I know them, they are the men of the second company, and the sergeant who ran in front is called Morman." ”

"Hey, Morman, come over here, Major Reiner wants to see you." Freman shouted at the top of his voice,

Without saying a word, Major Reiner strode across the street, stopping the routs like a towering Alps.

"How many French are there outside the city? How many tanks are there? Major Reiner grimaced, grabbed the sergeant named Moreman by the collar, shook him a few times, and then jerked him back a few steps, and asked aggressively.

After Moreman stabilized his body, he saw Major Reiner standing in front of him, and hurriedly stood up straight and stammered: "It's not French, it's British." ”

"How many Britons are there?" How many tanks are there? Major Reiner asked.

"The British looked about the same number as us, but their tanks were so terrible that we fired at them as hard as we could, but all the shells were bounced off. I saw with my own eyes a platoon of second lieutenants Sandel with a cannon shield against a British bullet and fire at a British tank at a distance of five meters, five meters away! The barrel of the 37mm gun was almost going to reach that tank, but it just couldn't fucking penetrate. Sergeant Molman shouted in shock.

Major Reiner didn't care about Sergeant Morman's swearing, he made up the scene described by Sergeant Morman on his own, and then remembered the young Ensign Sandel with a gentle smile on his face.

"Where's Second Lieutenant Sandel?" Reiner asked, staring at Molman.

"He ・・・・・・ I saw the British tank run over his gun emplacement." Speaking of the heroic Second Lieutenant Sandel, Sergeant Morman bowed his head in shame.

Major Reiner's body shook uncontrollably, and it took a long time to squeeze a sentence out of his teeth: "What about your anti-tank guns?" Lost it all? ”

Sergeant Moreman did not dare to raise his head, but nodded silently.

"It's a good thing you didn't lose the pistol in your waist, if you lose your last weapon, I'll shoot you right now for abandoning your weapon, grab your gun, come with me, and we'll go avenge Second Lieutenant Sandel." Major Reiner shouted through gritted teeth.

Under the command of Major Reiner, the gunners of the 1st Company of the Anti-Tank Battalion skillfully unloaded the 37-mm anti-aircraft guns from the back of the trucks, and then carried boxes of shells from the truck compartments, and set up the anti-aircraft guns at the corners of nearby streets, waiting for the arrival of the British troops.

Major Reiner, wielding a Luger pistol, intercepted seventy or eighty infantry and other gunners of the second company who had fled into the city, forcing them to join the battle using the buildings on both sides of the street as cover.

Before Major Reiner could finish arranging his position, there was a slight vibration on the ground.

"Tank, hidden." Freman shouted.

Major Reiner pointed to a four-story building with his back to the street and had two machine gunners set up machine guns behind the windows on the first floor. Hearing Freman's shout, Major Reiner hurriedly ran to the bend in the street with his pistol and crouched behind a battle gun, followed by Freman with a Mauser 98K rifle.

As soon as the two men were concealed, a tank turned out at the intersection more than 200 meters in front of the street where the anti-aircraft guns were pointing, followed by seven or eight infantry with rifles.

Reiner looked through the binoculars at the ugly-looking British tank with rows of rivets nailed and two tracks exposed, and tapped the gunner on the shoulder and shouted, "Fire." ”

As soon as Major Reiner finished speaking, he heard a series of gunshots and the clanging of metal in front of him.

The British infantry on the opposite side also spotted the German anti-aircraft artillery and hurriedly opened fire on the anti-aircraft artillery hiding on the corner of the street.

With a loud bang, the German gunners fired the first shot with their shields against the British bullets, and the shells spun and flew out of the muzzle, hitting the front armor of the British tank almost in the blink of an eye.

In Major Reiner's disappointed eyes, the shells were bounced high into the air.

The anti-aircraft guns fired two more shots, and the shells were all bounced off by the ugly tank.

Looking at the monster that was only more than a hundred meters away from him, constantly turning the turret and spitting out fiery snakes, Major Reiner felt that the situation of himself and his subordinates had never been more serious.