"Trode?"

Derek called softly over the radio, although this was completely inconsistent with his usual grinning personality, after all, he could see that even Trode, a team that had won a lot of battles, had taken a lot of blows in this battle.

"Well, thank you this time......"

Trode's answer was quite simple, even seemingly weak, as if he had burned all his strength in the period of time before retreating.

In fact, Trood had a lot to say to Derek, both about the fight and what had happened to him recently. Because to a certain extent, Derek is still an outsider, and he can almost guarantee a certain objective view on all kinds of things about his team.

But now Trode can't say it, because he knows that now is far from the time to say those things. As for the reason, it is also very simple - although they are saved now, but for the sake of those teammates who died in battle, and their hard-won aftermath of life, at least he should choose to be silent now, because only in this way can he appear more solemn.

"Thank you, let you and his team shrink the formation, we'll be on guard."

Derek also understood what Trode was thinking at this moment, so he didn't rush to ask, and took the initiative to help Trode share his worries and use the three squads he brought to escort him. Even though the side of the bridge is in German-controlled territory, judging from the chaotic situation of the current battle, no matter where it is, it cannot be taken lightly......

At this moment, behind them in Trode, on the other side of the Rhine, a few kilometers from the bridge, a man sighed lightly and moved his body away from the artillery mirror in front of him.

"Captain, what do we do now?"

A member of the team quickly greeted Chelsea who had just lit a cigarette, and the latter took a hard puff of cigarette and exhaled a long smoke before saying to him: "You and Landers led a Sherman team to sweep in the northwest and southwest directions respectively, I think there should be at least a bit of stinky fish and shrimp, and this is also the appearance fee." ”

"Yes!"

The player immediately stepped back as soon as he responded, knowing full well that Chelsea don't like the kind of people who grind. If you have time to stand in front of him, you might as well hurry up and get down to business now.

Chelsea, on the other hand, turned around, looked in the direction where Trode and Andre had gone, and grinned: "It's kind of funny that you can still hold on for another ten minutes and choose to retreat at that time." ”

Although Chelsea did not eavesdrop on Troll's radio channels, he had seen everything he was doing here. You know, in the opinion of a capable commander of an armored squad, if he hadn't planned to retreat at that time, Trood would not have moved his troops so early.

Judging from the reaction later, the news of the arrival of this reinforcement was also obtained after they approached and could see it visually.

Then the question arises, how can they sit still and hold on to the British army, which is several times stronger than themselves, without knowing whether there will be reinforcements at all?

Originally, Chelsea came out this time to find the traces of Trode and Andre. But on such a large battlefield, it is undoubtedly difficult to find a needle in a haystack to find a unit with less than twenty combat vehicles.

But even so, Chelsea went for it, and God seemed to be favouring him – a discovery that directly changed his journey of chance.

The discovery was about Lamont - Chelsea was on the road and stumbled upon Lamente's troops, and he was intrigued by the rapid march of the British army. Because as far as he could hear, there was nothing that was worth it for the British to do. So now that this is the case, there must be big fish!

In the spirit of giving it a try, Chelsea quietly followed Lamont without being detected by Lamont until he reached the bridgehead and spotted Trode and Andre's troops.

In the beginning, only Trod's troops were exposed, so he was not directly recognized by Chelsea, but after Andre was forced to break through, Chelsea were pleasantly surprised to find that this was the mixed force he had been thinking about day and night.

However, Chelsea did not have too many troops at their disposal, and only armoured units. Taking the initiative to go up and fight a positional war with the Germans, not to mention the losses, in the end the credit is not necessarily anyone's, this kind of division of food with the British is unacceptable to Chelsea. To that end, Chelsea opted to wait, and his wait proved to be not useless.

At that moment, Chelsea calculated that Andre's squad with high mobility was likely to attack along the river beach, and as long as he ambushed here, André would crash head-on, and it would be time to annihilate them all!

However, not everything went as Chelsea expected, especially this one.

Under such circumstances, Andre never chose to attack with a trap, but continued to resist head-on. This even made Chelsea wonder if this was the same mixed team that had pushed him off at the time, after all, their skirmishes were remarkable, but their tactics were poor in the general direction.

And it was under such a sun that Chelsea, who had been enduring both mental and physical torment, finally waited for not Andrei's troops, but reinforcements from the Germans.

Unlike Lamont, who is fighting head-on, only for the bridge, Chelsea came for this mixed team, but now they are running under their noses. And judging by the numbers, not a single tank was completely destroyed!

This is really the most unacceptable result for Chelsea......

"Hoo ......"

Chelsea finally exhaled a puff of white smoke, then threw the remaining half of the cigarette on the ground, beckoned the rest of the team, and retreated. Although there is a little reluctance in his heart, Chelsea are not the kind of people who will give up for the sake of a single defeat, and he will bite Trode and Andre until they are completely crushed.

"It's really ...... weather Okay! ”

Chelsea, who shouted this, couldn't even feel the heat anymore......