The enemy did not give Trood a chance to give the order to counterattack at all, and for fear of being flanked by German reinforcements and Trood's squad, he retreated in the same way when he saw the failure of the plan, of course, only talking about the British and French tanks that "could retreat", and those that were destroyed and fell into the anti-tank trenches were not counted.

To Trode's surprise was the attitude of the defeated soldiers, as the French had hated at the battle at Batna some time earlier. Every time he remembered that he had tried his best to push the enemy into a corner, they always surrendered lightly, and as prisoners, they were also very uncooperative, and the most important thing was the disdain and denial of Trood's achievements on their faces, which was still deeply engraved in his mind.

For these enemies, two Sdkfz-251 half-track armored vehicles and an Opel-Pritz truck that Trode protected were directly dispatched from the positions. The Sdkfz-251 is equipped with several MG34 general-purpose machine guns, making it an excellent weapon against infantry. Although Trode did not follow the process, it can be seen through the telescope that the whole operation went unusually smoothly - several soldiers picked up the MG34 with two hands and held it high in the air, pulling the trigger from time to time, causing some soldiers to tremble. Of course, if the enemy only has this level, then Trod and they will not have to fight so hard, and for those who still have a bad attitude, they will directly use MP38 submachine guns to strafe at his feet. In this way, not a single disobedient one was put on a truck and transported back to the position.

Looking at the captives in front of him, Trode felt a sense of accomplishment and also felt funny, this time it was the opposite of the previous action, not so much that he defeated the enemy, in fact, the enemy himself got rid of it, and it was rare to have an opportunity to take turns like this kind of feng shui.

It is obviously impossible for the tank to fly over the anti-tank trench on the side of the German tank troops, even if the horsepower of the engine is high, and the thrust-to-weight ratio is large (here is only within the range that can be achieved), if it is a front-mounted drive, the gravity received when taking off will cause the hull to fall, and the subtle distance difference between height and height will cause the front of the car to collide with the other end of the trench, and the situation behind it is naturally needless to say.

However, the leap of the 'Crusaders' was not a pure nonsense, and it would have been theoretically possible to make a breakthrough by erecting a not too high mound of earth on the edge of the adjacent side trench and guiding the body to sprint upwards.

Looking at the paralyzed tanks in the distance, Yorkson grinned and said with a little regret: "It's a pity, it's not our turn to clean up the battlefield this time, although I really don't look down on their equipment, maybe there are some little treasures on those tanks." ”

Roy smiled: "Don't be kidding, those Britons have plenty of time to take your so-called 'little baby' with them before they are captured, and your little abacus should be saved." ”

Yorkson took a sip of phlegm and said, "Cut, it's boring." ”

Trood put his arm on his shoulder and said, "I really should set up a separate department for you, and call it Souright!" Scraping Branch! You're fit for this! ”

"By the way, if you really become the section chief, you will have to share the wine with me." Even his nemesis, Nattel, began to tease him, which shows that his habit has really taken root in the hearts of the people.

Stein lightly touched him with his fist and said, "That Yorkson, forget about the wine, just bring me a little bit of delicious food." ”

Yorkson, who was in the middle of the crowd, had his head down, his face flushed, and he couldn't say a word. As the laughter of the crowd grew, his body trembled more and more. Finally, with his eyes closed and his teeth gritted, he shouted, "Don't think about any of you!" It's all mine! It's mine! ”

Everyone looked at Yorkson, who had gone berserk, and they all stopped laughing. Tlord poked Roy with his elbow and said, "His focus doesn't seem right."

"Really?" Roy forced the expression on his face and tried his best to stop laughing, "I think that's what he really meant." ”

After a commotion, the crowd got back into the car to continue their original mission.

"Whew~"

Natel let out a puff of smoke and stared lazily at the observation hole. After the battle just now, Trode and they have not encountered the enemy again, not because the enemy is afraid of them, but because Trode and they called for support. Most of the other troops left the area where the German army was becoming denser, and went elsewhere to take advantage.

This is indeed a lottery for the Trood squad on escort mission, wanting to fight the enemy's armored forces, and it is not too late to wait until the infantry is safely escorted.

After this battle, it has been at least 20 minutes from the estimated time at the latest, which is a bit bitter The brothers who are still waiting for the change of guard, they must still be hungry to stick to their posts before they have eaten. Thinking like this, Trood actually hiccuped, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Nattle, who was closest to him, looked at him blankly and said, "Hey! What are you doing? Could it be that you have eaten too much in the morning? ”

Trode hurriedly explained, "It's hungry! Hungry burp! ”

"Huh? Didn't we eat shortly before we came out again? Are you hungry? Yorkson drove the tank while not forgetting to look back and sigh at Trode.

Stein's eyes lit up beside Trode, and he said, "So Trode, you like to eat so much?" Then we can later."

Trode hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just"

"I just want to eat it."

Roy's understatement became the last force to crush Trode, and he lowered his head and said silently: "I'm just hungry for others" But no one heard this sentence.

"It's here! It's here! Trode Mountain, half of his body outside the car, saw his destination in the telescope, Supply Point 57.

It was noon, and the scorching sun shone brightly on the tanks painted with earthy yellow paint, but this could only be seen up close, not far away, and the exposed earth made the surface temperature very high, and when it was far away, the vision was distorted. In this way, Trode and his party slowly drove towards the somewhat illusory town