The next morning, the sky above Tripoli was overcast, as if it were going to rain. But in this part of North Africa, it is normal for thunder to be heavy and rainy, and this time it is the same, there are a few thundercries in the sky, but not a single raindrop falls for a long time

About 100 kilometers southeast of Tripoli, the weather changes even more violently, lightning keeps tearing open one hole after another in the dark sky, the wind blows, and the sand rises into the sky, making the already dark sky even less visible, although all this, but again, there is no rain here

And now, Trode is doing his morning workout, and although the weather is not good, it is not too big an impact on him. Although the temperature in North Africa is a little low in the early morning, coupled with the wind, it gives people a coolness, but as long as you wear a little thicker, you will still not be cold. Trode, who was walking past the temporary office building, was stopped by a man, it was Buttermes.

Although the mission to be carried out today was marked with a specific time, Trode was a little unimpressed, he still had to formulate tactics according to his actual situation, as for that explanation, it can only be a reference. Although this may be a violation of the orders of his superiors, with Trode's understanding of Buttermes, he should also know about this matter, and the reason for marking those times should only be to make him give up continuing to take advantage of such loopholes.

"What? Adjutant, you also came out for morning exercises? ”

Troude quipped. Although he didn't have a deep understanding of Buttermes, he still knew a little, at least Buttermes was not a person who could do morning exercises, and soaking in the office all day to sort out documents was his favorite thing to do, although he was influenced by Anselm to do the work between people. But for the aspect of physical exercise, he is completely inadequate, which is known to everyone in the 47th Division. But no one dares to tell the secret.

"It's not, I wanted to find you too, but this time it saved a lot of effort." With that, Buttermes handed the papers to Trode.

"What is this?" Trood took the bag with some confusion, took out the paper and began to read.

And Buttermes, who was standing in front of him, explained to him: "This is newly formulated, your combat mission today, yesterday's one is invalid." ”

"That's right," Trode replied quietly, still intently reading the paper, and in a few moments he had roughly finished reading it. Compared to yesterday's step-by-step offensive mission. This mission has a higher initiative, but it is only relative, because this mission turned out to be

"Defense?!" Trood exclaimed in confusion: "Do these Britons still have the strength to counterattack?" ”

"That's right." Buttermesse said slowly: "Although the enemy is generally retreating, there are still some troops that are still actively resisting, including the British 12th Panzer Division, which we encountered in Wade before. ”

"12th Division?" Trode gritted his teeth and said, "So that means that Lamont's bastard will be in there too?" ”

"Exactly." Buttermes nodded, and then said, "Unlike us, the 12th Division first accepted a rest, so it didn't make it to the Battle of Tripoli. However, this time the British carried out a retreat mission, and it was necessary to have several strong troops as the 'queen'. ”

Trood could hear something in Buttermes' words. Asked directly: "You mean that they want to take advantage of the fact that we are pulling the battle line and carry out a counter-charge?" ”

"It's hard to say yet, but we need to slow down and defend. That's for sure. Buttermes continued: "Just yesterday, many of our positions were simultaneously attacked by enemy armoured forces, including some French units, which shows the enemy's good intentions. Now the already unstable front line has added some holes. As for Lamont, there is no definite news about him yet. ”

Hearing such a serious situation, Trode laughed and said, "That's a good thing." Even if our tanks advanced fast and did not have the infantry to keep up with the necessary fortifications, so many chassis would still have to be returned to them. ”

"Oh, by the way, look at the adjutant, you still have so many paper bags in your hand, it should be the mission plan that was changed yesterday." Trode pointed to Buttermes' hand, and when he saw that amount, he could imagine how far Buttermes still had to run, which was nothing if it were put on other people, as a soldier, this little physical work was nothing at all, but it was completely different when it was put on Buttermates.

However, Buttermess sneered and said, "I want to go out in the morning once in a while." ”

Then, without a few words, the two went their separate ways to where they should go

When we gathered in the morning, the sky was still not getting better, and the situation seemed to be getting worse and worse under the dark clouds, and the wind had reached the point where it could blow a crooked hat. Despite the weather, Trode's mission could not be changed in any way, first explaining the recent form to the members of his team, and then giving a detailed explanation of today's operation. Unlike Trode, the other people's reactions to the combat mode were not much different from yesterday, and they felt that it was just a big move by the British army, which reassured Trode, but also warned himself that he was a little too entangled in the details

9 a.m. that day

"Let's go."

Team 217 began to move from the assembly point with the target position in mind, and the mission report also stated that there might be enemy guerrillas or ambushes on the way, but Trod was not worried about this at all. Because this section of the road is all plains, and the speed of British and French tanks is generally relatively slow, even if there are attackers, it is easy to be spotted, and with the 'Tiger' in the team, any enemy armor is as brittle as paper in front of its 88mm Kwk43L/71 gun. And the terrain of the plains will not give them any chance to escape, so attacking them is self-defeating.

But the reality isn't as perfect as Trode thinks, and accidents happen all the time, and they can keep you off guard (to be continued). )