The battle had entered a white-hot state, and the impact of the 47th Division's contingent was dissipating little by little in the rush of troops on both sides of the defensive line, and the two divisions inside the encirclement were also constantly striving for contact with Trode. But the British were not stupid, they knew that if the defense line really broke a hole, then it would be impossible to make up for it, so they simply abandoned the location where the foundation was not very important, and pressed all the remaining forces at the junction of the two sides.

"There are more and more enemies." Trood muttered.

Just now, they had cleared the area of enemy forces, but the scattered British soldiers were quickly regrouped and joined forces with the troops who had come to support them to return fire on the task force. Although the firepower of 40 tanks is also very strong, the combination of artillery and machine guns can be used to block and cover both armored troops and infantry when attacking armored units. However, tanks cannot be regarded as a diversified weapon in the true sense of the word, and in the defense of positional warfare, they appear to be somewhat more defensive and less attacking.

Because they were in the enemy's position, it was easy for all units to find cover, and it was difficult for the tanks that came to counterattack the position to hit them, let alone penetrate them. However, many bunkers are also double-edged swords, too high or too large bunkers will block the use of machine guns by the communications troops, so that the lethality of these tanks against the infantry is greatly reduced, if it were not for the ring defense belt composed of such a number of tanks, and the British infantry did not have some anti-tank armament, these German tanks would have become scrap metal one after another.

"Still can't get in touch?"

The Commander-in-Chief glanced at his communications officer, who nodded slowly, not saying anything.

"I can't see their shadows in sight." The gunner spoke, and he continued, "If I don't feel wrong, then we're going to fight like this." Even if the enemy does not pounce, we will not have enough shells. ”

"Yes." The loader followed: "Not only ours, but all the crews of the vehicle will not have enough shells, especially those assault guns and destroyers do not have as much ammunition as ours, if we continue to do this, we will not even be able to retreat at that time." ”

"We're not there yet." The commander-in-chief said in a calm tone: "Now the situation is only a few of us knowing. Don't let the rest of the team know. ”

The communications soldier smiled and said, "Don't worry, at least they can't know the situation over there through our radio station." ”

The commander-in-chief said to him, "Okay, you continue to try to get in touch with that side, and the others continue to hold their posts. ”

"Don't need to inform them to save shells?" The gunner asked him suspiciously.

However, the commander-in-chief waved his hand and said: "The soldiers of our division are not fuel-efficient lamps, and those with smart noses must be able to smell the smell inside, and the atmosphere will be wrong at that time." And now there is enough of the shells left, and it is not yet time to inform them. ”

"What?" Trod listened to the report from Marcus, this time using the dedicated channel of Team 217, which only Trode and a few of the other commanders could hear.

"You say there aren't enough shells?" Trode glanced back at Staines. The latter shook his head, indicating that the situation was fine.

Marcus said slowly, "We have less ammunition in reserve, although the frequency of firing artillery is lower than yours, but, in general, in this kind of fighting, there will definitely not be too many shells." ”

"Really?" Trode's expression darkened slightly, and the tactic seemed to be very successful now. But it's unacceptable that there is a problem with ammunition.

And also. Why didn't the commander-in-chief inform them to save shells? Has the grasp of the big war situation made him forget this kind of detail? If that's the case, that's pretty bad. What should I do now? Is it to inform the commander-in-chief, or simply to issue an order to save shells to your own squad? That's what bothered him.

Trood said to Roy, "Transfer me to Derek's squad." ”

While each squad has its own frequency, and the other squads have no knowledge of it, the two squads of Trode and Derek often work together, and their personal relationships are quite good. Therefore, in order to facilitate in various places, they exchange the frequency of wireless communication with each other, which is especially important in such a situation that is not suitable for most people to chat.

"Derek, I have something to tell you." Trode said in a serious tone.

"What's the situation?" Derek could hear the atmosphere coming from Trode's tone. Knowing this should be a big deal.

Trode breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There isn't enough ammunition, you know? ”

"Hmm." Derek said, "Just now, I learned from my loader. But I don't think I'm too worried about it right now. ”

Trode said in a solemn tone, "But we haven't been able to hear from our teammates over there since we knew they were pushing, and if we say"

"At least not yet." Derek said in a firm tone, "We are their only hope, and if we leave a way back for ourselves, then there is no way back for them." ”

"This," Trode was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to reply to Derek. It is exactly what he said, the German army of those two divisions must have now put all their treasures on these forty tanks and their crew members, and if they had the idea of retreating first, it would be to preserve their strength, but for them it would be to give up and abandon.

"Did you let your squad save ammo, then?" Dlord's tone was a little weak, as if his heart was empty.

Derek said helplessly: "There is a slowdown, but I let them slow down gradually, if they slow down all of a sudden, not only the enemy will find out, but someone on our side will also see it." ”

"Okay, that's it." Trood cut off the conversation with Derek and switched to Marcus's radio station and told him how Derek's side was fighting, and Marcus thought it was a good idea to start directing Amphitri in a plan to save cannonballs.

"Is there really no news at all? What the hell is going on over there? Trode's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked ahead, where only a steady stream of British reinforcements came (to be continued......