While the German tank tracks rolled forward in the desert, most of the British troops were still sharing their elaborate breakfast. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

General Cunningham waited anxiously in his own headquarters, and the final result was that the armored forces of the entire flank had lost contact.

The last communication, in which the tank units were reporting the number of tanks of the enemy, used a very pessimistic adjective - several times ours.

"Your Excellency, General! According to our intelligence, the Germans threw at least 150 tanks into the counterattack on the southern front, which was more than the 7th Panzer Division could bear! An officer said worriedly to Cunningham.

In fact, the tank units of the 7th Panzer Division have always been in a state of dissatisfaction, and this time the tanks were scattered and used by Cunningham, and they could not form real combat effectiveness at all.

"Sir! Front! Something went wrong with the frontal attack! Just as Cunningham was still hesitating, wondering what this German counterattack meant, another officer rushed in.

He shouted loudly as soon as he entered, clearly frightened. Because he was too emotional, it took him a long time to calm down, and he barely said what he wanted to express.

"Long ...... Sir! He shuddered, "Front...... The 30 tanks of the frontal attack were destroyed by it! ”

"Wrecked? How many were wrecked? Cunningham suddenly had a very bad premonition, but it was not yet clear.

"All, all destroyed!" The officer was also frightened by what had happened in front of him in a split second.

When more than 30 cruiser tanks rushed to the German positions, suddenly the Italian defense line seemed to come to life, and countless anti-tank guns roared.

Where is this an army that has no supplies and is about to run out of ammunition and food. This is clearly an army that has been planning for a long time, waiting for the enemy to attack and fight a war of annihilation!

From the very beginning, the battle has almost come to an end. 30 cruiser tanks were destroyed, and the frontal attacking infantry was so frightened that they did not even have the courage to turn back, and withdrew to the positions from which they had started.

As an observer of this attack, this officer saw the terrifying picture in front of him, saw his tank being ruthlessly destroyed, and was so frightened that he hurried to report the situation.

"A large number of German tanks appeared on the flanks, and the Italians on the front had more than 40 anti-tank guns? Are you kidding? Cunningham looked at his men with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He still couldn't figure out whether his men were making excuses for cowardice or whether the size of the German army was really larger than he imagined.

"The size of the enemy is so large, where do they get the oil from? Where did they get their ammunition from? Cunningham, whose mind was full of questions, could not understand what was wrong with what was happening in front of him.

"Boom!" Just as he was still thinking about the problem in his head, a cannonball landed in the open space in the distance, kicking up a cloud of yellow sand, and the sound made everyone in the command involuntarily shrink their necks.

"Hell! Checkmate! The Italians may already be ready to fight back! They are shelling our lines! An officer shouted nervously as he looked at the dust raised by the explosion that had not yet landed in the distance.

"Calm down!" Cunningham replied, and then looked at the communications commander: "Let the Egyptian automobile troops go south and counterattack!" ”

His orders were so simple and straightforward that even everyone could hear the coldness and ruthlessness in his commands.

This was obviously to allow the Egyptians to probe the reality of the enemy's armored forces, buy more time for their main forces to retreat.

Just as Cunningham ordered the Egyptian troops to counterattack south, the engines of the Italian defensive positions roared from the engines of the pursuer tank destroyers, disguised as a cluster of desert plants with planks and branches.

Its massive sloping armor plate smashed through the stakes that stood in front of it, and its tracks churned the yellow sand as it slowly crawled out of the bunker where it was hiding.

Not far away, inside another bunker, the same sight appeared at the same time, and a second Stalker tank destroyer crashed through the camouflage and rolled forward with a plant camouflage that shook at the top.

"Fight back! For the Kingdom of Italy! Inside the trenches, an Italian officer shouted the order to attack.

Urged by his shouts, the Italian soldiers, carrying rifles with bayonets inserted, shouted and jumped out of their trenches and bunkers.

Who says Italy only has noodles? Who said that Italian soldiers were not worthy of war? These carefully selected Italian soldiers are using their own practical actions to prove that Italy also has its own soldiers!

"Rush!" A soldier held his rifle, and the bayonet in front of the muzzle shone coldly in the early morning sun.

Because of the cold nights in the desert climate, some Italian soldiers wore sheets and other things to keep them warm, as if they were wearing camouflage cloaks.

Soon, behind them, the German Stalker tank destroyers overtook these Italian infantry.

In addition to the 40 Stalker tank destroyers, there were also 10 tank No. 4 from the 21st Panzer Division to cover these tank destroyers.

Behind these tanks and tank destroyers were armored vehicles and trucks of Rommel's 90th Infantry Division.

Although the number is small, it can be mixed in with the Italian infantry, which plays a good role in supporting and driving.

These soldiers, supported by artillery, rushed to the positions of the British in one go, not giving Cunningham any time to react at all.

"The first attack was a general attack, and General Rommel was really tough enough." Garibaldi watched his army launch a counterattack, put down his binoculars in satisfaction, and admired Rommel beside him.

As commander of the Italian army, he was very satisfied with the performance of his men. When they took over this unit from Marshal Graziani, they were no different from quails.

Now, at least these soldiers can be called real soldiers! They are attacking the enemy, at least they look brave and tenacious!

"I'm in a hurry, after all." Rommel did not pay attention to the counterattack positions in front, because he already knew that he had won the battle.

Half an hour earlier, when the reconnaissance infiltration detachment had sent back the news that the main British force had not retreated, he already knew that he had won the battle.

The floating dock provides temporary supply capabilities for the front line, and the development and innovation of science and technology and engineering directions have given more possibilities to the battlefield.

Frankly speaking, if it had been ten years or even a year ago, Cunningham, the British commander, would have been an excellent commander.

But now, Rommel has to give his assessment of Cunningham with great regret: Old general, you are outdated!

Over the past day, a full 30 Junker JU-52 transport planes from Benghazi have landed at the barely repaired Matroux airport.

The planes brought in dozens of tons of refuel, a plan to refill the fuel in response to an unexpected incident at the floating dock, and Goering had spent money on his oil fields in Africa.

With the completion of the floating docks, the transport fleet behind the Italian fleet methodically delivered thousands of tons of supplies to Matrou - the war changed its appearance from this time.

The problem of insufficient transportation capacity in North Africa has been largely solved with the change of technological inventions and innovations, as well as the change of attention at the national level.

Unfortunately, Cunningham could not have foreseen this change, how could he have imagined that the Germans would be able to tow a dock from Italy to Matroux and install it in a day?

What's even more depressing is that there are cranes on this towed wharf, which can load and unload a large amount of materials - more advanced than the original wharf in Matrou?

Just as in real history, neither Rommel nor Hitler could have imagined any way for the Allies to get a large amount of supplies in Normandy, which had no port.

Cunningham could not think of any way for the Germans to conjure up supplies and organize such a counterattack on an unimaginable scale.

"Looks like Alamein is ours." General Garibaldi smiled and drove Rommel towards the increasingly dilapidated convertible car in the distance.

Rommel nodded as he walked: "I think that if this counterattack goes well, not only El Alamein, but Alexander may be ours!" ”

"Alexander?" Garibaldi was stunned for a moment, and muttered the name of the place in a daze, for him, it was a good place, a place that was once very far away, even farther than the horizon!

Now, if all goes well, when they stop, the distance from Alexandria will be only 10 kilometers or even shorter.

Alexander, who was once far away in the sky, this time, is like a roasted duck, placed in front of him!

Garibaldi laughed, watched Rommel climb into his car, and then gave a solemn military salute: "Your Excellency, Commander!" See you in Alexander! ”

"See you Alexander!" Rommel tapped his hand twice on the door, and the driver slowly moved the car forward, and Garibaldi moved farther and farther as the car moved.

"Boom!" At the southernmost end of the battlefield, a German No. 3 tank gun spewed a ball of flames, and then the hull of the stopped car shook as the cannon fired.

The sand on the body of the car was scattered because of the vibration, as if a lion was shaking its fluff, and it looked majestic.

A cloud of black smoke rose next to a truck in the distance, and a huge explosion knocked the truck to the ground, and the surrounding soldiers retreated in panic, like a flock of frightened gazelles.

The pity is that the German steel lions chasing this group of gazelles are not one, but a whole 200 of them all over the mountains!