"Am I dead?"

"No, you're alive, brother."

"Oh my God, I'm not dead yet, it's so much worse to be alive than to be dead."

On the French position, several French soldiers talked desperately, knowing that their current situation was very dangerous and that they would face death at any time.

"Gollum." Ensign Grant's stomach was screaming with hunger, of course, not only Grant, but also Sils, even Edward and all the soldiers on the French position were the same, the little food they ate in the morning was not enough to fill everyone's stomachs, and now after a fierce attack by the British army, the hunger was even more unbearable.

"Damn, how long will it take for our logistical supplies to arrive?" Second Lieutenant Grant complained, "I'm dying of hunger, and I'm going to be a deserter if I don't have anything to eat." ”

Grant's face was ugly and gloomy, and it could be seen from the defensive battle just now that they had consumed a lot, especially in terms of ammunition, and the British tanks had consumed all of their anti-tank shells, and if it weren't for the air support, I am afraid they would have lost this position on the Algerian border.

Sils shook his sore arm, and stepped forward and said to Grant with a bad face: "Platoon commander, I am almost out of bullets now, there are still less than 20 bullets in the heavy machine gun, and the three bullet chains are all empty, if we encounter a large-scale attack by the British army, we can only sit and wait!" ”

Sils can be regarded as the most physically consuming in the entire team, the recoil of the Saterilla light machine gun is not small, and he runs all the way and shoots, the three bullet chains are three hundred rounds, the weight of the heavy machine gun plus three bullet chains, it is extremely heavy and extremely physically demanding, and he is strong enough, otherwise he is really tired and lying on the ground as a dead dog.

And Grant's own bullets are also seriously insufficient. The British troops sent by Wavell to attack this flank position on the southern front were like crazy, launching group charges on French positions again and again, and under the cover of tanks and armored vehicles, they advanced step by step.

The French army could only use crossfire to carry out continuous strikes against them to stop the pace of the opponent's attack, which made the French army's bullet consumption too large.

Seeing that there were only a dozen bullets left in his last spare magazine, Grant felt a little frustrated when he unloaded the magazine. As Sils said, if they encountered the British group's charge again, they could only wait for death.

At this time, Edward gasped for breath and fanned his neck with his hand: "I have another bad news here, the anti-tank shells are gone, while I have time now, let's think of a way to escape!" ”

He slowly analyzed for Grant: "At the beginning, our anti-tank guns were quite thick. But the last time the British attacked, our anti-tank guns seemed to have become dumb, and there was no movement, and I think the next time the British army will definitely attack where the artillery is sparse on our side. ”

Hearing Edward's words, Grant felt a palpitation, and while he was holding the few remaining bullets in one hand, he said to the crowd, "Well, that's a problem. So, Edward, how about you go and see what our bunker is? Be careful! Be careful not to be targeted by British snipers, they are all very accurate in marksmanship! ”

The reason why Grant arranged for Edward to investigate the environment of the bunker is because he is relatively relaxed in the whole team now, and he does not consume much physical strength, and Edward's reaction is not slow, he is small and his running speed is not bad, which is very suitable for reconnaissance work.

At Grant's orders, Edward grabbed his MAS36 rifle and walked in the direction of the bunker.

As Grant said, Edward was the only one who investigated.

On the one hand, Edward's marksmanship and observation skills are good, and his MAS36 rifle is also a good thing that began to be installed in the native French army in 1936, and the shooting accuracy is good, which makes Edward half a sniper.

On the other hand, except for Edward, who hadn't exercised much before and had conserved his strength, the others present were also hungry and didn't have much strength to investigate.

Seeing Edward's departing figure, Grant turned to look at Sils, and after a moment of silence, he really didn't know how to speak.

Shi Les also had a bitter melon-like expression, touching his purring belly with one hand, and said with a desperate face: "Chief Grant, what should we do next?" There is no food, no water, and even if the British army does not attack again, we will have to starve to death sooner or later! ”

"I'm ...... this too," Grant could finish his sentence when another soldier suddenly kicked Grant.

In Grant's eyes, he saw the fear of the soldier who had kicked him.

The British army is attacking again!

Sils, who was Grant's deputy, reacted the fastest, and immediately yelled: "Oh no! There were a lot of British tanks! Guys, hurry up and get into the bunker! ”

The French troops, who had been a little lax, suddenly tensed up again.

Now, what they are most afraid of is hearing the words British army. These words are like a nightmare, entangled in everyone's hearts.

Fear, this is the enemy that gives them the most headaches.

As soon as Sils finished speaking, the French soldiers around him quickly stood up, and instead of resisting, they packed up their guns and ran.

The bunker they were about to take refuge in had been built by Berente's soldiers when he first arrived in Algeria, and was made of special concrete and steel to resist the bombardment of ordinary tank guns.

What's more, there were also a large number of anti-tank cones around this pillbox, which made it impossible for tanks to get close.

It must be said that Berente was very prescient, he had already set the British Army in Africa as an imaginary enemy in his mind, and he had prepared the means to deal with the British tanks.

When the group of French troops here ran to the only point on the top of the bunker, Grant finally felt a glimmer of hope, as did Sils and Edward, who entered the bunker in advance.

Although there were huge British tanks coming from the right, if they relied on this strong bunker, they could still resist the British and wait for possible reinforcements.

Immediately afterwards, Grant and others used their existing weapons to resist the British army.

However, almost all of their bullets hit the British Mathilde tank, while the British soldiers hiding behind the tank were unscathed. There was no way, the French army in Algeria only had a total of 66 B1 tanks, and all of them were used by Belante in the northern sector of the defensive line.

The French army at the southern end was destined to rely only on fortifications such as pillboxes and anti-tank cones.

"Stop, we don't have many bullets, don't waste them." Grant yelled worriedly. Because the logistics were inexplicably stuck by traitors, the French army on the front line actually suffered very much in terms of materials.

"Now that the British tanks cannot advance, they will definitely send soldiers to destroy the anti-tank cones. Listen, as long as the British dare to show their heads, they will shoot at them, and they must not destroy the anti-tank cones! Grant ordered selectively.