"Boom, boom." The diesel engine roared, and the tracks of the Panther 3 tank, crushing the city that had been turned into ruins, drove forward.

Unlike the last rash advance, now, the German North African Army has arrived in Tubrug in order, next to each tank, there is an infantry squad accompanying the protection, the infantry in their hands with the latest German submachine guns, step by step behind the tank, ready to continue to clear the remnants of the enemy.

"Boom!" The tank stopped, followed by a loud firing sound, a burst of flames from the muzzle, and a grenade flew towards the opposite half of the wall.

There may be an enemy hiding there, so it's better to take it down!

Urban street fighting, this is the way it should be, just like a bulldozer, pushing all the way through! Let the other party have no place to hide, and see how the other party still engages in sneak attacks!

Sure enough, at the moment when the artillery fire hit the other party, the commander saw that behind the half of the wall, several people were running out quickly.

Then, the machine gun in front of the tank rang out, and in a snorting sound like a chainsaw, several soldiers on the opposite side were hit and fell one after another.

The tank continued to rumble past, past the wreckage just now, and the infantry stopped and looked at the costumes of the few soldiers who had been killed, again from the Australian Legion!

These Australians have a really strong will to resist!

As opponents, the German soldiers also admired these Australians, because they admired, and they wanted to completely eliminate them on the battlefield!

In three directions, the German army was advancing steadily, step by step, step by step, step by step, advancing in a solid manner.

Throughout the city, gunfire and artillery rang out one after another, and in the face of the powerful German tanks, all resistance was destined to be a tragic suicide attack.

Two hours later, a white flag waved on the opposite side.

"Listen to the people on the other side, I am Klopp, the commander of the Tubrug Fortress, and I now represent the defenders of Tubrug and decide to surrender to you, please give us normal prisoner of war treatment!"

The commander of the fortress, Klopp, with a white cloth wrapped around his head and blood constantly oozing from it, stood up and walked towards the German tank opposite.

Surrendered, as British soldiers, fought this defeat, they were not ashamed, they had already tried, but the Germans were too powerful in firepower.

If you continue to resist, you can only be eliminated by the other party, and it will not help.

The German tankmen on this side stopped advancing, and in the open space in front of them, the surrender ceremony of the British was scribbled.

Shore.

The sea was still lapping on the shore, and in an inconspicuous corner of the harbor, an inconspicuous rubber boat was gently rowing out.

In the rubber boat, there were several people sitting, and the one at the head was a one-eyed person, who was Wavell.

There was no longer a way to fight, so Klopp had to endure the humiliation and lead his subordinates to surrender to Germany as Tubrug's commander, while Wavell took a few senior officers and left in the chaos.

Even if he commits suicide, Wavell cannot surrender, if he is captured, it can be said that it will bring a great shock to Britain, almost indicating that the situation in the Middle East has also been eroded out of control, and even the Supreme Commander of the Middle East has been captured, so what hope is there?

So, he had no choice but to flee.

The Germans were besieged from three sides on land, but there was no defense at sea, because there was their fleet at sea!

By this time, the sun was already setting in the west, and it was about to fall into the night, and it was a good time for them to leave, when the Italian warship appeared in the distance, hoping that they would not notice their little rubber boat!

The assistants were gently sliding the oars, but did not turn on the tail engine, for fear that the sound of the engine would disturb the battleship in the distance, and they were like a leaf on the sea, floating and swimming gently.

Sure enough, there was no reaction from the other side.

The oarsmen paddled gently, and as they gradually moved eastward, away from the Italian ships, the mood of several men gradually improved, and to the west, the sun was about to go down, and it was easier for them to get out of here once night.

All of them were in a heavy mood, and as a commander, it was a shame for the military to throw away their troops and hastily run away from the encirclement of the enemy in a dinghy!

Even if they can safely return to the command, they will no longer be able to command the troops, and they themselves will have no face.

"I've heard that London will send Montgomery over, and when he comes, I'll resign from all my positions." The one-eyed Wavell said that at this point, he was in a very low mood.

If the Strait of Gibraltar was still under its control, it would be too easy to send troops to the Middle East, but now, it is impossible for British merchant ships to take a huge risk to enter the Mediterranean Sea from Gibraltar, and even if Gibraltar can come over, the whole Mediterranean will not be safe, and the French fleet will be at odds with the British, and they can intercept it at any time along the way.

Therefore, Montgomery's troops, by boat, had to make a detour to the southern tip of Africa and make a big circle before they could come over, and in terms of time, it was the closest, right?

As soon as Montgomery came, he resigned from all positions!

Hearing Wavell's words, Cunningham on the side said: "No, General, you are the backbone of our Egyptian legion, and you can't leave." I'll take all the blame. ”

As the commander of the Eighth Army, Cunningham was also quite depressed, and he also lost his troops, and this responsibility was shouldered by him!

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of the engine was heard in the distance, and in an instant, several people were shocked.

Seaplane!

The cross mark on the fuselage indicates that it was a German seaplane, and the Germans were so careful!

It was an accident.

The German Ar 196 seaplane, which was on a mission to provide observation and sighting for artillery, was said to have returned home after the shelling was completed.

However, at this time, a sailor on the German battleship had a physical accident and needed to be sent to land for treatment, and at this time, the seaplane became a temporary taxi.

In the back seat, the sailor was clutching his stomach, which was painful, and he was trying not to make a sound, while the pilot in front of him was flying to the hospital on land.

As a result, not long after taking off, I actually found a rubber boat on the sea!

Almost entirely subconsciously, the pilot pushed the lever and the seaplane dived down, and then, aiming at the dinghy, the pilot pressed the red button on the stick without hesitation. 10