...... (Silence)

At this critical moment, Daias found that his gunner was not in the car!

It turned out that his gunners had fled long before the Germans launched an offensive.

"Damn, it's late!" Dias cursed his timid gunner as he hurriedly manipulated the turret himself to prepare for the cannon.

In this brief interval, Karjus and his No. 3 tank had already driven a long way, and the British had to watch the perfect opportunity slip away from them.

But Dias was not willing to let go of the great opportunity in front of him, and he still aimed and shot.

"Boom!" The A22 tank fired an armor-piercing round at high speed, but unfortunately this armor-piercing bullet did not hit.

The German No. 3 tank, which had been hit by an armor-piercing shell that fell nearby, also reacted, and Karjus ordered the tank to turn around and prepare to fight the A22.

Dias looked at the German tank heading towards him, and immediately returned to the driver's seat, he did not have the ability to operate the tank and shoot at the same time.

Back in the driver's seat, Dias frantically drove the tank towards the western end of the village, while Karjus chased the A22 behind him, with no intention of letting him go.

As Caljus's No. 3 tank was about to pursue the western end of the village, a British group of five A20 tanks rumbled into the village. When the 3 A20 tanks in the head spot the No. 3 tank approaching in the distance, they immediately fire at it!

Two shots missed, but one shot happened to hit the frontal armor!

On the other side, Karjus and his crew felt only the tank tremble, but there was no damage inside.

The shell of the British 17-pounder gun that was originally hit was only ejected by the heavy frontal armor of the modified No. 3 tank.

The modified No. 3 submersible tank, which is equivalent to the historical No. 3 J, has a thicker frontal armor thickness of 30mm, which ordinary tank shells can't help at all.

But after all, they were facing an enemy several times their size, and seeing that the signs were wrong, he immediately ordered: "Reverse and retreat!" ”

The No. 3 tank quickly turned around on the spot.

The god of luck favored Karjus again.

It just so happened that Captain Dias's A22 tank was chasing out of an end wall, ready to sneak up on the weakest back of tank 3's armor!

And now that Tank No. 3 has turned back, Dias is faced with frontal armor up to 100 centimeters thick.

"Launch!"

"Launch!"

As if commanding himself, Dias immediately ran to the gunner's position, and at close range of only a few hundred meters from each other, fired two consecutive 57-mm shells at tank No. 3, but the shells still could not penetrate the frontal armor of the Tiger tank.

"British, are you finished?" Van der Sach, the gunner of the Karjus crew, couldn't help it, and he muttered a shot back at the A22 British tank in front of him.

After a loud "boom", a 75-mm armor-piercing bullet accurately hit the opponent. One of the crew members of the hapless A22 tank was killed on the spot, and Daias was slightly wounded, and he and the other crew members struggled to climb out of the car and fled to the alley behind the end wall to the north.

Ensign Dias didn't bother to wipe the blood from his forehead and ran forward desperately, he only felt the air turn into a howling wind next to his ears, and his feet almost didn't touch the alley.

However, the crew behind him was unfortunately hit by a German loader-operated MG42 machine gun on the way, and he was killed instantly. Dias ran desperately to the post where the British infantry stood in the distance, and he had only one word in his mind: anti-tank guns!

"Crash into these houses, let's go around from outside the village!" Caljuus, believing that the British infantry behind him would probably be ready to greet him with anti-tank guns, contacted the other No. 3 tanks and ordered his cart to knock down the houses in the way like a bulldozer and drive into the alley north of the street, and then turn east to drive up the dirt slope outside the village.

In this way, the movement of the entire convoy of British troops was in front of his eyes, and he could see it at a glance.

"Fire!" The 75-mm guns of the Caryus crew began to ruthlessly ravage the British convoy, with the sound of artillery and explosions coming one after another. The British 6-pounder anti-tank guns tried to fight back, but another German shell fired by Carlus and his team immediately made this attempt come to naught.

The panicked British infantry scattered and fled, and the sound of machine guns and the wails of falling to the ground echoed through the entire fleet. Due to the lack of distance between the workshops, it is possible to immobilize the vehicles in front and behind as soon as one vehicle is hit. The No. 3 tank, like a tiger out of the cage, shot at these "fixed targets" almost with nine out of ten shots, and hit every 100 shots.

Suddenly, the entire row of British convoys was in flames.

All three No. 3 tanks lurking nearby rushed over and machine-gunned the British infantry who jumped out of their cars and fled.

A large group of British infantry fled past several ammunition trucks when a tank shell flew and hit one of them.

In an instant, the power of the chain explosion shook even the German tanks hundreds of meters away, and Karjus was terrified to see the human body fly into the sky like rag dolls, and then disintegrate in the air.

The flames and shock waves of the explosion swept up a large number of pieces of human flesh and flew away, turning the highway into a slaughterhouse.

"It's ugly!" Karjus shook his head in disgust: "Drive!" I'm going to attack the high ground at the west end of the village! His armored platoon left two No. 3 tanks to wipe out the British convoy, while Calyus's crew rushed alone to the defensive positions on British high ground outside the village.

In the distance, the British Second Lieutenant Dias was desperately running towards the British armored position on the high ground, where there were still 1 A22 tank and more than a dozen A20 tanks.

The tanks were all facing away from the village, and the tankers were sitting around the campfire for breakfast and waiting.

Although he saw the smoke billowing and the explosions in the small village, he could not get any instructions because the armored regimental headquarters had been destroyed by Karyus.

Seeing Captain Daias bleeding all over his face, the major who led the team asked repeatedly, "How is it?" Repelled the Germans? ”

"Damn it, start the tank! The Germans are right behind me! Dias roared as he heard the familiar roar of the terrible engine approaching quickly......

"Stuka!" The British screamed.

In cooperation with the bombing of the Air Force, when Caljus left, the wreckage of 17 British armored vehicles was left on the battlefield behind him, and all the rest were arranged by Karjus except for the credit of the Air Force.

On the way back to the German garrison, Sergeant Van der Sak of the Karjus crew congratulated him: "Oh my God, my commander, you are now the undisputed king of land warfare with the brilliant record of destroying 20 enemy armored vehicles in a single battle!" On the land of the British Isles, there should be no one who can beat you! ”

"Vanderza, killing is a requirement of my profession rather than a hobby, and ...... Our enemies don't just come from the ground. Major Calyus closed his eyes very tiredly and said, "This war is very boring for British civilians......

After the battle, on the ruins.

Jean Gredoux and the other English villagers stood in a daze on the ruins of the village, for whom everything they had lived on was destroyed.

A convoy of German tanks drove up, and he recognized the leader as the officer who had given him food the previous night.

"Sir, are you still going to fight?" Jean Gridou asked.

The German officer was speechless, and only after a long time replied in English: "For you, the war is about to end." ”

That night, the Germans retreated, and the next afternoon, the village was greeted by cautious British liberators, and Churchill could even make a big deal about the British reconquest. Even though it's just an ordinary town that doesn't matter.

The Germans were the real winners, because they understood that the first thing they needed to conquer Britain was the hearts and minds of the people.

Dover's German, French, and Norwegian forces were about to take the last barrier south of London, and at this time, the main German army that had been fighting all the way from Portsmouth could take a little rest.

It is not difficult to give food to the British people who have lost their livelihoods in the occupied territories. Previously, they had also captured supplies and food supplies for the British army along the way.

After that, they will withdraw from some areas that are not of great strategic importance and have been easily occupied before.

These areas were then "retaken" by the National Guard.

However, the British government naturally did not give such a large amount of money to the German army, and they could no longer give much aid and food to the refugees.

In contrast, after the end of the British campaign, Germany could at least recover a small part, or a little more of the people's hearts.

This is the simple little task that the German army on the road from Portsmouth has to do now.