"For the sake of the Kingdom of Iraq, rush!"

"Drive away the British devils, rush!"

"We rushed in, the British weapons, food, all ours!" Even the tribal soldiers were not to be left behind.

Salah al-Din stood in a car, holding his binoculars, looking at the British airport in the distance, at this time, the British were under attack, and their own attack would definitely be carried out smoothly!

A soldier with a rifle trotted towards the British position, which had been picked up by German planes, and they would easily take it.

Rush, rush, rush!

Fahd held his rifle and rushed to the front, and suddenly, his feet slipped, and he stumbled, and actually fell!

"Da Da Da!" At this moment, on the opposite side of a British machine-gun position, the machine gun fired fiercely, and Fahd felt that the bullet on his head was almost grazing and flying, and the heat brought by the bullet flew over made his scalp tingle.

It's scary!

Behind him, there was a scream, and several charging soldiers were hit by machine gun fire, and they rolled on the ground, and they cried wolf.

Machine gun on the opposite side!

The soldiers in the back hurriedly fell down. A machine gun blocked the Iraqis' charge!

"Iraqis, you're coming up!" A British soldier was so excited that he actually held his Bren light machine gun, stood up, and fired fiercely at the Iraqi soldiers over there!

When he stood up, even if the Iraqis were lying on the ground, they would have been hit, and countless unlucky ghosts who had been shot cried wolf, and even worse, lost their lives.

At this time, if the Iraqis were brave enough to shoot at that live target, they would be able to kill him, but they all held their heads, and no one dared to shoot!

The British soldier emptied the entire magazine of bullets, then bent back, quickly changed the magazine, and then stood up again!

Throughout the British line, in the various trenches, the gunfire also rang out intermittently, and the soldiers with rifles also opened fire.

Under the blows of German attack aircraft, they still held on, guarding their positions.

Watching the soldiers in front of them get shot, watching the British wield, finally, the Iraqis gave up the attack, turned around and began to run back.

What a shame! Shame on you, your own troops, why are they like this? Salah al-Din looked at the charge from the front line, and was actually defeated, and was immediately speechless.

On weekdays, when you start a fight, you know how to save your life!

"Overseer, set up a Warlord for me!" Salah al-Din shouted: "Tell the cubs in front of you that if you dare to retreat again, you will beat them hard!" ”

Salah al-Din was also in a hurry.

At this moment, there was a tremor on the ground, and this tremor was not large, as if the cavalry was running, but the frequency was much higher.

What is it?

Salah al-Din looked back curiously, looking at the field behind him, where smoke and dust billowed from it.

It's an army, a mechanized army! Salah al-Din suddenly thought of something, and suddenly, his face was full of joy, it must be the German tank troops, it was Marshal Rommel's troops who came!

The smoke and dust were the dust on the ground brought up by the tanks when they were moving at high speed, and the black smoke from the engines, although he had not yet seen the specific appearance, but he firmly believed that it would definitely be the German Legion that came, not the British.

Why? Because the British are about to be defeated by Germany, otherwise how dare they launch a coup d'état so boldly? Behind their own side are the Germans.

Sure enough, as he guessed, an army gradually appeared on the horizon, and this army was at its peak, and those who walked in front were all mighty and majestic tanks.

"Panther 3, it's the Panther 3 tank of the Germans!" Salah al-Din was extremely excited: "Our friendly army is finally here!" Tell our warriors to show their courage and show our might in front of our allies! ”

It is indeed the German armored forces, and the one at the forefront is the 66th Panzer Battalion, which has repeatedly charged at the front! (The front is written as the 66th Tank Battalion, which is a clerical error.) It seems that the German ones are all called armored battalions, armored brigades, and armored divisions, and the Soviet ones are called tank battalions, tank brigades, and tank divisions. ）

Now, the last British army is still being surrounded and annihilated by Rommel's main force, and after hearing about the coup d'état in Baghdad, Rommel quickly sent troops to support.

Thanks to the low fuel consumption of the diesel engine, they traveled hundreds of kilometers and finally arrived, and now, they still have enough fuel to support the charge.

The battalion commander, Karl Maus, showed half of his body, as the tanks were jolting, holding a telescope, looking at the situation in the distance, and when he saw that the Iraqi army had actually retreated as soon as it came into contact with the British position, his eyes were full of disdain.

Sure enough, there are no strong troops in the Middle East! It's interesting that the strongest army, where there is a lot of strife, but there are no determined warriors, but a safe territory like Australia, but a strong corps is born.

"Charge the whole battalion and crush the positions of the British!" Karl Mauss had a radio microphone in his hand and gave orders loudly.

In the airfield of the British, it is absolutely against the sky to be able to launch a few cannons, and it is certainly impossible for them to launch anti-tank weapons, and the open airfield is the best battlefield for tanks.

The diesel engine in the tail rumbled, and the German battle flag fluttered fiercely on the whip-like radio antenna.

Opposite, on high ground.

Major General Smart's face suddenly turned gray.

Just now, he was still elated, the combat effectiveness of the Iraqi army is scum, and he was actually repelled by a machine gun from his own side, and it is no problem to fight such an army for a few days.

Even, he began to prepare for a counter-charge, a force composed of ground crews, ready to rush out, and scatter the Iraqis in one go, so that they would no longer dare to harass their own side.

However, at this moment, he saw the armored troops in the distance, and when he saw the other side's sign clearly, Major General Smart knew that his own battle was over.

In fact, he had already had this premonition, even if he won the battle against these Iraqis, it would only delay his defeat for a few days, and when the German army arrived, his side would no longer have the possibility of victory.

And now, and there is no way to retreat, so what choice does your side have?

"Pass my orders and prepare to surrender." Smart's voice was low.