Without making the British wait long, or not at all, Rommel set out with his troops a few days after the capture of Matroux. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Behind him, the port facilities of Matru have not been completely repaired, and the supplies in his hands are not sufficient, so he put the Afrika Korps in his hands into the attack.

On the day the offensive began, the German vanguard captured Zawier Haron, and then Rommel himself arrived there.

It was a big gamble directed and staged by Rommel, and the Afrika Korps decided to scare off the British troops stationed at El Alamein with their lack of ammunition and fuel.

If this operation succeeded, the Germans would occupy El Alamein without bloodshed, leaving only a short distance of 90 kilometers from the Nile Delta.

What does 90 km mean? This means that from here, the German armored forces can hit under Alexandria in one day!

For Britain, for the British army inside Egypt, this is absolutely intolerable.

If the Germans took Alexandria, the problem of insufficient port loading and unloading capacity, which had been plaguing the German and Italian armies, would disappear.

The Germans in North Africa would be well reinforced, and the British would be defeated, losing the Suez Canal and Cairo......

These places are lost, so is there any need for the war to continue? This answer is in everyone's hearts, but everyone is unwilling to say it.

More than 15 improved tanks of the 1st Regiment of the 1st Panzer Division were deployed on the battlefield, and with the billowing sand and dust, they pounced on Fukai in one breath.

A few hours later, the vanguard armored reconnaissance company entered Fuquet, a small city of 1,800 people, and planted the banner of the Third Reich.

The houses looked rudimentary, some had fallen into disrepair, and most of the German armoured units did not enter the city, but went along the road to targets farther away.

As if it were a sandstorm from the desert, the German mechanized troops advanced at about the same speed as the British reconnaissance forces retreated.

By the time Cunningham learned that the enemy attack on the opposite side had crossed the cordon at Fouquet, Rommel's army had actually reached the vicinity of Deba.

Definitely not kidding, the tanks and armored vehicles of Rommel's armored forces are advancing at almost the speed of the march, without any pause.

"Hell! Was Rommel really crazy? Or did he get really enough fuel? "Cunningham stood by the radio equipment and did not leave for several hours.

Within a few hours, he learned that Rommel's army had not stopped in the Fouquet area to recuperate, but had reached Deba in one go.

What is Deba? Deba is only a few tens of kilometers from El Alamein! God willing, it would take a surprise attack from there to where Cunningham was standing now.

Seeing Rommel so aggressively rolled out the posture of the decisive battle against El Alamein, Cunningham's heart did not lower at this time.

He had always been sure that it was impossible for Rommel to get enough supplies from Matru, but what was happening in front of him really didn't seem like an illusion.

"Nope! No, it won't! Rommel was crazy, but he wasn't crazy! Something, by all means, must have changed! Cunningham frantically muttered the words in his mouth.

He looked at the commander of the 6th Australian Infantry Division beside him and asked, "You...... Did it destroy the port facilities in Matroux? ”

"It's true, Your Excellency General!" Although his heart was full of contempt, the division commander still replied solemnly.

Cunningham also felt that he was a little too nervous, and when he retreated from Matru, he was the one who had seen the port blown up, and it was ridiculous to doubt his own men at this time.

"Yes! I watched the sappers blow up the port, and Matroux should be fine......" Cunningham shook his head, refuting his own speculation.

He had somewhat calmed down now, realizing that even if Matru was handed over to the Germans intact, it would be impossible for the other party to get enough supplies from Matru's wharf in a short time!

After all, it's Matrou, a port that also lacks throughput capacity. There was nothing to doubt about this, and Cunningham thought of another possibility.

So he asked again: "Do you think that the Germans secretly reformed Baierdi?" ”

Bairdi was a small port on the border between Libya and Egypt, where Italian troops were surrounded by the Indian 4th Infantry Division under the command of Admiral Wavell and Lieutenant General O'Connor.

"I haven't seen Baildy, but the map says it's smaller than Matrul." The commander of the 6th Australian Infantry Division opened his mouth and replied again.

Although he had not participated in Operation Compass and had not seen Byardy, the Australian 6th Infantry Division had seen Matrou.

Since the map says that a small port like Matru is larger than that Bairdi, then one can imagine how pitifully small Bairdi is.

Cunningham moved the port he needed to worry about some distance into Libya -- and Tobruk came to mind.

Then the commander of the Nile Army shook his head and laughed at his own thoughts: Tobruk was so far from the front line, even if it had the capacity to handle it, there was no need to worry.

Unless, the Germans, can convince God to help build a railroad from Tobruk to Matru overnight.

What are you kidding, if the Germans can really ask God to build a railway, then what bother to fight? Wouldn't it be easier to ask God to let Churchill die?

Then again, maybe the German Führer is now praying every day for God to let Churchill die immediately?

Since Churchill is not dead, it means that God is not on the side of the Germans - and of course God will not help Rommel build the railway.

Unconsciously, Cunningham, who had completed a logical deduction in his mind, thought again: Could it be that Rommel was really crazy?

He recalled the steps of the enemy to begin the attack, from Zawieharon to Fuquet, and from Fukai to Deba......

There doesn't seem to be the slightest sign of weakness...... Wait, there is no sign of weakness? Omen! Cunningham suddenly remembered yesterday when he was in the office watching a few officers play cards during their breaks!

A person with a good hand is very strong - but on the other hand, a person with a bad hand will also act like a straight man.

Don't let your opponent know what you're thinking, scare your opponent off with a ferocious bet, in a poker game, it's called stealing chickens!

Rommel is stealing chickens! Cunningham could not dissipate the thought in his mind.

"Rommel is stealing chickens! He's trying to intimidate us into giving up El Alamein! Cunningham made his own judgment, and he seemed to have found a flaw in the enemy at this moment!

"Get all the soldiers into battle and prepare to meet Rommel's attack!" Cunningham had his back to Alexandria, and his defense was strong.

This is also the reason why being dragged down by Alexandria behind him is really irreversible. If Cunningham had been in Matroux at this time, he might not have been so determined.

He would not hesitate to leave Matru behind, as he had done a few days earlier, when he had not even disobeyed Churchill's orders.

This time, with his back to Alexander, Cunningham no longer had the capital to retreat, he could only rely on distance, as well as Alexandria behind him, to fight with the Afrika Korps in front.

"Divide the ammo! Immediately! I'm going to fight Rommel to the death in El Alamein! Never take a step back! He seemed to have forgotten about his previous retreat and avoidance, and showed a determined expression.

And less than ten kilometers directly in front of Cunningham, the Italian artillery units were deploying their artillery.

Dozens of 105 mm caliber field guns were lined up, and the black muzzles pointed to the sky little by little.

Closer to the positions of the British defenders, the German and Italian infantry were ready to attack, and in front of them, tanks with engines already started.

Rommel held his binoculars and looked at the British positions in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Not far from him, the Chief of Staff, Lieutenant General Alfred, was holding his pocket watch, looking at the time from time to time.

"Your Excellency, General! When the time you set is up, are you really going to attack? Seeing that the hour and minute hands were pointing to their positions, Lieutenant General Alfred asked reluctantly.

"Tentative attack! Begin! Lowering the binoculars, Rommel gave the order with a blank face.

It can be seen that he is also very nervous at this moment. Because his voice was so small, no one could hear what he was muttering.

Maybe he was praying to God, maybe he was just calculating the timing and implementation of some tactics - he was muttering anyway.

It's too late to pray, right? Lieutenant General Alfred looked at Rommel's appearance and thought helplessly.

"Attack begins!" Grabbing the telephone with the makeshift telephone line at hand, Lieutenant General Alfred gave the order to begin the attack.

After a few seconds of pause, the cannon roared from the Italian artillery position behind him.

Then, smoke from the shells rose from the British positions - on 16 September, the Afrika Korps had fought all the way from Bairdi to El Alamein, finally having its first real combat operation.

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