"How's it going over there?" Hans asked Trode over the radio.

Trode's expression was a little frozen: "I don't know, the communication between them and the rear was cut off just now, there is no radio, and we can't contact him directly." ”

"I hope there's no mess going on this meeting." Vincent paused and said, "Neither we nor them will feel good. ”

Trod and the others were weaving through the city of Aziziyah, where they were ordered to hold out and build a bridgehead for the assault on Tripoli, but the enemy would not let their tactics succeed so easily, since they had entered Aziziyah through the gap that had been torn open by the strong attack of friendly forces, they had been attacked on three sides, and their fire was quite strong.

However, both Anselm's armored division and another infantry division fought quite bravely, and the main forces of Britain and France engaged in a tug-of-war in the city of Aziziye, and although the enemy attacked fiercely, only a handful of chassis were recaptured.

And now, they had just received orders and were sent to the south of the city, where a squad was under heavy attack from the enemy and desperately needed their support. Before this, they had called for artillery support, but the rear really couldn't call up firepower to support them, and when they were notified that Trode's squad was going to support, the telephone line was blown up, and whether this information was accurately conveyed in the past is still unknown, and the current situation of that position is unknown.

"Look, is that the troop we want to support?" Hans shouted over the radio.

Trood was about to say that he was too nervous to look at the map, because their position was still two blocks away from the position that needed support, and it was impossible for the friendly troops in this position to be the troops they needed to support.

However, all of this changed after Trood's careful observation, because the unit was now in retreat, and although it was just a normal retreat that could not be normal, his location was too coincidental. Trode's instincts told him that there was definitely something wrong with this retreat, and it wouldn't be small.

He opened the roof above the observation tower, quickly flipped out of the car, ran to the retreating troops, grabbed a soldier directly from among them, and asked, "Where did you defend just now?" ”

"Wow!" The soldier was taken aback by Trode's surprise, but when he looked back and saw who he was as an officer, he immediately stopped running and answered Trode's question first.

"That's over there, and then go ahead after the corner of the intersection in front of you." The soldier replied quickly.

"What?!" Tlord stared at the soldier in surprise, which scared the soldier enough, and Trode didn't have time to take care of his emotions, just asked.

"Who told you to leave?" This sentence was not a question, but a question, and the soldier was even more frightened by his attitude, and he was speechless for a while.

"Say!" Trode shook the soldier violently, causing his consciousness to drift back a little.

"It was my commander who ordered us to retreat." Due to the momentum factor of Trode, the soldier's reply was a little trembling.

"He's a man now!" Trode continued to question loudly, he couldn't stand this way of talking like you ask me and answer, he just wanted to know the current situation quickly.

"Right over there, he and some of his brothers are still in charge of the palace." The soldier's hand trembled and pointed in the direction they were going. Seeing this, Trode did not say a word to the soldier again, he shook the soldier away rudely, and immediately ran back to the car.

As soon as he got into the car, Trode immediately grabbed the microphone and said inside: "Oh no, this is the team we want to support, I don't know why, their captain actually retreated!" ”

"Is this an escape? What the hell was their commander thinking? There was some anger in Hans's tone.

"I don't know about this, at least when the rear informed me, they didn't mention it at all." Although Trode's words were a little subtle, they also proved that Hans's words were correct. He continued: "But the only thing I can afford is that he is still with his troops behind the palace, and as a captain, this is the last competence." ”

"Hurry up, maybe there's still a little chance." Vincent also knew that the current situation was not good, but he still chose to worry about the remaining players, and these mistakes can be investigated again.

"The front is the enemy's fire coverage area, everyone be careful." After Troll's soft reminder, the team turned the corner and drove into the street.

An extremely tragic scene greeted him, although Trode and they have fought hard battles in the past few days, but such a fierce battle scene is really rare. The first thing that caught the eye was some German infantry shrinking in formation, running around beneath the enemy's artillery, looking for cover to rely on.

In addition, in front of them were the advancing enemy troops, and a few tanks and a lot of infantry formed a dense network of firepower, which completely suppressed the German army, and the battle situation had become one-sided.

"It's miserable."

Leona whispered, even if she didn't say it, the others could see it, so that they could kind of understand why the team was retreating, they didn't know how fiercely they were attacked before Trood arrived.

In such a situation, the request for fire support was denied, and there was no news that Trood would rush to support, and in this isolated situation, if it was Trode, he would have chosen to retreat.

"Organize an offensive and keep the enemy back." Trode gave the order succinctly, and the players moved quickly, without any drag, and the attack formation was ready.

"217 Squad, Assault!"