"'Stinger'? That's a good name. "Leona made a comment after listening to my explanation.

However, Marcus didn't seem to be very interested in the name, he rubbed his nose that was blocked by the mild heat cold, but he still had a thick nasal voice when he spoke: "I just want to know how many troops there are in the canyon, excluding the enemies in the underground fortifications that don't need our care, will there be many people who will stop us?" ”

"There shouldn't be a lot, our reconnaissance team has observed, at least there won't be too many enemies in the periphery of this operation." I dismissed his concerns.

"However," Hans asked me about the detailed plan and began to work out the countermeasures when I came out of the combat headquarters, and he remained silent as we chatted, and there must have been something important in his remarks: "We still have to be careful, I see that this canyon can only allow two tanks to drive side by side at most, and the narrow place will be passed by a single vehicle." Even though we had six vehicles, it was a headache not being able to deploy the firepower. ”

He looked at me for advice, and I said I was fully committed to supporting his plan. Because I believe that with his ability, he will definitely be able to think of a way during this time.

After confirming my attitude, Hans continued: "In this operation, we will carry more high-explosive shells, try to carry out long-range strikes in a wide area, and keep as far distance as possible between vehicles to prevent sudden changes. Another point is that although the reconnaissance planes have sent back good information, there should still be many small defense lines hiding in the shadows to avoid detection. There is also the final target - the above-ground part of the underground fortifications - which also needs to be suppressed by fire. This mission should be fine, it's just a matter of time. ”

Seeing that Hans had finished speaking, I had nothing more to say: "Then, take this opportunity to go back and sort it out for the last time, and dismiss them all." ”

Back in our crew, I saw Stein getting in and out of the car, sorting through bits and pieces, while Roy and Yorkson were helping him, and Natle didn't know where he had gone.

"Hey, take a break." I interrupted their work, "The new battle order has come down, listen to me and get busy, and where is that guy from Nattel?" ”

Stein took off the thick oil-stained cotton gloves on his hands and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Natle went to get machine gun ammunition, and we were not much closer to a full load, only a few hundred rounds, so let him go alone." ”

Roy stopped and began to complain: "This place, there is no water for us to wash the car, and running around with so much sand all day long, it is really dirty and a little unsightly." ”

Yorkson patted him on the shoulder and comforted him with words that made people feel dangerous: "Don't worry about the water, if you really want to wipe the car, I have a good solution." He paused, with a trivial smile on his face and continued, "You see that drunkard is not here now, I will tell you a few locations, you go and look for them, maybe there will be"

I couldn't stand the look of Yorkson, so I pushed his face to the side and said to Roy and Stein, "Okay, I'll tell you first, and I'll talk to him alone when he comes back." ”

After listening to the battle plan, the expressions of the three people were helpless, revealing a bitter smile. Roy and Stein say that there must be a lot of enemies this time, so there must be busy. Yorkson, on the other hand, was somewhat resistant to marching in the canyon: "In that place, the range of observation and the range of action will be greatly affected, and if there is an emergency, there will be a big incident in the case of confusion of command." ”

I smiled back and told him not to worry: "Don't worry, we've already discussed the initial countermeasures." ”

However, although Yorkson said "I know", there was still a slight solemnity in his expression.

After that, I also presented the battle plan to Nattell. He was surprisingly calm, and he thought that nothing could go wrong with this operation as long as it was done with caution, which of course was in line with my thoughts.

At dinner, we didn't have much of an appetite. But Loy captures the atmosphere accurately, and tells some interesting things, and before we know it, the contents of our lunch box have been seen at the bottom

The next morning, when it was finally time to carry out the mission, it didn't take long, in the word "finally" it was just a long time for me - perhaps because of excitement or worry, I had some insomnia last night, and on this long night, my mind was like a marquee for the possibility of fighting the next day. In the end, my brain couldn't think of a new situation, and I quickly fell asleep. But the speed at which he fell asleep is not an exaggeration to say that he is unconscious.

While we were waiting at the mouth of the canyon, the soldier in charge of reconnaissance at the front came back and reported the situation to me: "Report to the sir, after our preliminary reconnaissance, there are no mines or anti-tank cones at the entrance of the canyon. ”

"Open the door?" I retracted into the car and said to myself, as if I was talking to myself.

"Maybe it's a patronizing retreat, and there's no time?" Roy made his judgment first.

"No, judging by the way they retreated the other day, they have plenty of time to strengthen the defenses in the canyon, and it may take some time to set up anti-tank cones, but how can they not do such an easy thing as laying mines?" Because he was driving and did not continue to attack the enemy line, Yorkson saw the situation more clearly than the others.

"But it's also possible that there are no mines for reasons not to hinder your own convoy, so it works." I responded to Yorkson's question, "And wouldn't it be better to have no landmines, and now we're one step closer to the success of the plan." ”

Although he said this, he was very worried in his heart. I have been a little uneasy about the recent actions of the British, and although I feel that something is wrong, I cannot tell where it is. If I have to say that it all went well, it was like acting on stage according to the script, but would the British accompany us until the curtain call?

In this way, the infantry detachment followed behind us and covered us into the gorge.