"See!" Derek held the binoculars, and standing in the control tower, he finally saw the British and French troops mentioned in the communication just now. Thinking of this, Derek was a little angry, the messenger who sent the communication just now can be said to have almost never said anything clearly, he just knew that there was a British and French armored force with more than twenty tanks directly attacked the No. 14 position where Trode was, and the rest did not know.

"It's a mixture!" Derek looked at the British and French armored forces in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh like this, on the way back, he had already made the worst preparations for the enemy to be all new tanks. However, when he got to the front of him, he found that there was no AMX-ELC light tank that he had been thinking about for a long time, and the new tank only had two 'Churchill' infantry tanks, and the rest were all products of the early stage of the war, and they were messy, and there were all models, which broke his heart in vain.

Seeing such a situation, Derek breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Sneak attack from the side, the whole team is on top!" Watch out for fire! ”

The British and French forces focused on the attack were pinned down by the Trood team and did not notice the sneak attack of Derek's team.

"Fire suppression!" Trod received contact from Derek, and in order to cooperate with him to complete the sneak attack, he prepared to prioritize a wave of fire suppression to keep the attention of the enemy in front of him firmly in his hands.

Just after the 'Churchill' infantry tanks designated by Trod were killed by concentrated fire, the enemy changed its formation, from a long snake formation focused on defense to an offensive horizontal position. Of course, at the same time, the probability of being hit has also increased greatly, and they want to rely on the numerical advantage to suppress Trood and break through this position in one go.

"Boom!" On the side of the Trod tank, the Pak-40 that had been firing was hit by a shell, and the entire gun body was blown out of shape, but fortunately the loader was only blown away by the powerful impact force, but the gunner was not so lucky, he was relatively close to the gun body, although he was not directly burned by the flames of the explosion, but it was no better than being burned directly by the blazing flames at such a close point, and the gunner was directly pressed to the ground by the air wave, and his life and death were uncertain.

Seeing this scene, Trode secretly felt heartache, at the current distance, the enemy's artillery could not effectively penetrate the solid armor of the German tanks. Not far from them, the anti-tank guns, which continued to exert firepower more terrifying than tanks, but only had a layer of sandbags as protection, naturally became the primary target of British and French armored forces. The tank was originally intended to be used as a steel shield for teammates, but now it has made unprotected team members a priority target, and this scene is not only for Troud, but also for anyone who sees it.

Trode felt that no matter how much he touched the scene, it would have no effect, so he directly opened the top cover, poked his head out, and shouted to the side in his loudest voice: "Pak-38 over there, hide quickly!" It's too dangerous! ”

At first, Trode was afraid that his voice would not be able to reach that side in such a chaotic situation, but the soldier in charge of loading there immediately responded, which made him somewhat relieved. However, it wasn't all as he thought, as the gunner made an "OK" gesture with his hand and then began to reload again

"Hey! Don't go over there, danger" Before Trode's words were finished, a cannonball flew in front of his eyes, and if it was deflecting by more than a dozen centimeters, Trode's head would be gone.

Because the moment came so suddenly, Trode didn't stand still and fell back into the car, but he didn't care about the pain of the fall, and immediately got up, climbed up the observation hole and continued to shout at the Pak-38 operator, "It's too dangerous!" I command you to withdraw! ”

However, at that moment, Trode was stunned, and this time, neither the gunner nor the loader answered him out of voice, but remained in a half-crouching state and saluted Trode

Trode gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, for such teammates, if he said anything to make them retreat, it would be distrust and insult to them, and there was only one thing he could do now

Trode slowly raised his right hand, returned a military salute to the two, and shouted, "Let's usher in victory together!" ”

"Cut, you're just what you look like."

As soon as Trood got back into the car, Natle smiled and said to him, "For that gunner, the attraction of breaking through the enemy is much greater than the feeling of being threatened by the enemy, and the loader who can support him behind him, and make that cannon continue to shoot out the winning bullets with conviction, both are indispensable." ”

Stein also nodded, and followed Natel and said, "I think Natel is right, sometimes it's really not okay for a man not to be brave." ”

"Don't talk about those useless ones." Yorkson turned to Trode and asked, "Do you want to go over and help them?" That being said, sacrifice this kind of thing can be avoided. ”

"Just what I want!" Trode affirmed Yorkson's proposal, then added: "Don't stop them, or you don't trust them." ”

"Cut, my hands are pretty sure." Yorkson said with a smile while starting the tank: "Also, if we stand in front of them, it's not just that we don't trust them, but the handsomeness that someone just played will also disappear."

"How can I care about those things!" Trode stuttered for a moment, and what he didn't have in the first place made him say this but it began to make people suspicious.

"Haha. That's what it's all about! Natel didn't stop what he was doing, but he still didn't forget to laugh at Trode.

"After all, it's not easy for him to have such a chance, can't you just let him go?" Although Roy said this, anyone could tell that his tone and what he was trying to say was completely the opposite of what he was trying to say.

In order to change the subject, Trode snatched the microphone from Roy's side at great speed, and shouted inside: "All units, aim at the remaining 'Churchill' infantry tank in front of you, concentrate fire and attack, and give me a fatal fight!" ”