The Anglo-French forces, of course, knew that their tanks simply could not be an opponent for the tank forces of the African People's Liberation Army. Just after the first round of artillery shells fired by the opponent's tank troops hit and destroyed more than a dozen of their own tanks, the smoke bombs emitting white smoke behind the British and French tanks were thrown out by the infantry behind the British and French forces.

In the blink of an eye, the tank units of the British and French forces were enveloped in thick white smoke from smoke bombs.

After losing the aiming target. Dozens of Grizzly Bear tanks of the African People's Liberation Army could only find the general direction according to the sound of the opponent's tank engines and blindly fired armor-piercing shells at the attacking troops of the British and French forces. In this case, the losses of the tank forces of the Anglo-French forces, quickly changed. Almost every fifty meters of advance, there was such a tank, the dead mouse crashed into the hands of the blind cat, and was hit by an armor-piercing bullet and reimbursed.

Under the cover of thousands of smoke grenades, it took less than a minute. Under the cover of the tank troops, those soldiers of the British and French coalition forces were constantly spraying out the front-line blocking positions of the African People's Liberation Army, which were already close to the attacking forces of the British and French forces.

The remnants of the more than 70 tanks of the Anglo-French tank force, like an unstoppable torrent of steel, carried tens of thousands of infantry behind them like an unstoppable torrent of steel, and slammed into the front-line position.

Dozens of tanks of the British and French forces, after entering the position, crushed the remains of those fallen soldiers, without a trace of stopping, and quickly rushed towards the next line of defense of the position. As for the dozens of Grizzly tanks that had always held their positions and did not have time to retreat, they were instantly turned into piles of scrap metal in the explosion of violent anti-tank grenades.

"Everyone, rush on, tank troops, keep moving. Don't stay. Use your tank guns and vehicles to tell the. Who is the real African master and who is the slave. All the soldiers immediately followed the tank unit and did not allow me to drop the chain. Avenge the death of your comrades outside the city. We all rushed up with me and quickly spread out to the left and right wings, shooting all the African who stood in our way. Everyone, rush. "A major general of the British army in charge of commanding this night raid. Staring at a pair of eyes full of heat, he commanded loudly.

"Hit the punch. Kill together. "Tens of thousands of British and French soldiers, with the cooperation of dozens of tanks, quickly scattered in all directions. They are either platoon or company. began to encircle and suppress the soldiers of the regiment of the African People's Liberation Army who had just reacted from their shock on the battlefield and were not ready for battle, when they were scattered by the British and French forces.

Of course, the remaining tank units of the tank battalion that were left in the front-line positions by the commander of their own tank regiment were also dealt a devastating blow by the Anglo-French anti-tank fighters at this time.

At this time, facing almost everywhere Anglo-French soldiers. Tanks that are completely dispersed and already have no infantry protection, tigers that simply do not have teeth. A whole thirty or so Grizzly tanks, none of which were spared. All of them were destroyed by the most primitive anti-tank grenades of the Anglo-French anti-tank fighters.

At this time, the brightly lit Chipata Operational Command of the African People's Liberation Army, the commander of the Third Army Corps, Victor, was dreaming of a beautiful scene when the troops occupied Chipata. There was a rush of footsteps, and suddenly there was a sound from outside the tent.

As a Red Police system, Victor has a perennial military career. He had already trained his keen sense of smell on the battlefield, and the voice had just reached Victor's ears, and his eyes, which had just been closed, had subconsciously opened.

By the time the curtain hanging at the door of the tent was opened, Victor had already put on a military coat and stood up from the camp bed.

I saw Ronald, the chief of staff, who hurriedly walked into the tent, and on the cold night, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. A hint of bad premonition quickly surfaced in Victor's mind. Facing the chief of staff in front of him, he asked anxiously: "Chief of staff, is there something wrong with the front line?" ”

"Yes, Commander. The Anglo-French forces, the Anglo-French forces defending Chipata, are launching a night attack on the territory that our army has just occupied in the afternoon....Ronald, the chief of staff, replied with a nervous expression.

"Night attack, you mean, the British and French forces launched a night attack on us, haven't night raids always been the patent of our army, how can the British and French forces learn this trick?" Victor asked with an incredulous expression.

At this moment, a violent gunfire suddenly sounded a few kilometers away, directly confirming the authenticity of this telegram to Victor. The shocked expression on Victor's face was quickly enveloped in a miserable white expression.

At this time, Victor ignored the biting cold wind outside the tent, and rushed out of the tent with only a military coat and rushed to the close combat headquarters.

"Operational staff, what's the situation, can our regiment stop the night attack of the British and French forces?" As soon as he stormed into the tent where the headquarters was located, Victor asked several senior combat staff officers standing next to the sand table.

One of the operational staff officers, who had a solemn face, did not hide it, and replied in a deep voice: "Commander, the situation is not optimistic, according to the latest battle report from the front. The Anglo-French forces were dispatched collectively by all the main forces, under the cover of nearly 100 tanks. With the latest smoke bombs, they are rapidly advancing towards our positions. And we have a dozen tanks deployed at the forefront. Because the cover of the opponent's smoke bombs is very good, it is impossible to stop the pace of the steel torrent attack of the British and French forces, and can only watch the other side..."

"In other words, our regiment is currently in a very dangerous situation, and it will soon be completely strangled with the night raiding forces of the British and French forces, right?" Victor asked rhetorically with a gloomy face.

"Yes, Commander," the combat staff officer affirmed.

Afterwards, Viktor said to the Chief of Staff: "Chief of Staff, now the sky is too dark and it is drizzling, and the artillery units and air force of our army are simply not able to provide fire assistance to that regiment. I mean, immediately order that regiment to retreat immediately and abandon its position, otherwise the whole map will most likely be completely destroyed by the other side..."

Although Victor did not say the word 'eat'. However, the chief of staff, who has also been on the battlefield for a long time, still understood what Victor meant at the first time. Just as he was in a moment of deep thought, ready to make a final decision. A communicator's exclamation, with a hint of despair and grief, was already ringing from the other side of the tent, where the radio and field telephones were.

Chief of Staff Ronald, hearing this voice, immediately rushed over. Then with a desperate expression, he came to Victor with a telegram in his hand. He said to Victor, "Commander, it's too late. The regimental commander had just sent a farewell telegram. The Anglo-French forces had broken through the first line of defense and entered the second line of defense. Now the two sides have been completely strangled together. Even if the order was given, the troops could not retreat. ”