The two days of waiting in Batna were quite long, and Trode and they almost walked around the small city. However, after the baptism of war, Batner was already in a lot of holes, but this did not affect their interest. After this transfer, they may never be able to return here, so no matter what they have experienced, they can truly leave no regrets.

Two days later, Trode and his wife were in three Opel-Blitz-3,6-36S trucks, and Trode sat in the co-pilot seat of the first car as the squad leader, which was much more comfortable than in the back compartment, but Trode did not like it at all. Because there were only two people in the cab, he and the driver, and he was not familiar with the driver, he could only talk about some very simple issues, unlike the people in the back compartment who could talk about the North African front from their hometown of Germany, from pre-war life to post-war planning, from weapons and equipment to combat skills

The car traveled for a long time on the vast loess land, and in the face of the almost eternal scenery before him, Trode became sleepy, and then lowered his head and fell asleep

Trode's convoy was about to reach Wald when they ran into a landmine. The wheels of the Opel-Pritz truck were completely blown up, and the car was lifted by the blast of the mine and flipped on its side.

Trode struggled to pull the bleeding truck driver out of the cab, and just as he wanted to make sure that the other people in the car were okay, a group of Britons from nowhere had come from nowhere, like divine soldiers, had already surrounded them with guns.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Trode immediately shouted, "Everyone lay down their weapons!" Don't shoot! We surrender! ”

The members of the squad who had just climbed out of the carriage wanted to fight the enemy to the death, but when they heard Trod's words, they were very unwilling to put down the guns in their hands.

An officer walked up to Trode, who had been ordered to crouch down, looked up at him, but the sunlight behind him was so dazzling that Trode could only see him grinning. Trode hated but had to bow to him at this time for the sake of his brothers and said, "Don't touch my people, I'm the captain of this team, something is coming at me." ”

"Hahaha~~~" The British ** officer laughed, then immediately pulled out the Enfield Mk.I revolver that was pinned there from his waist, and pointed the muzzle at Trode without saying a word.

"Bang!"

Trode shuddered, then his eyes straightened, leaned forward, and began to gasp for air

"It's a dream," Trode shook his head vigorously to wake himself up, wiping the beads of sweat from his head with a trembling hand.

"Sir, are you having a nightmare?" The truck driver tilted his head to look at him.

"yes, what a terrible dream." Trode was still gasping for air, but he was much better.

The truck driver laughed and said, "We're almost there, and we should be able to see the tank team that meets us later." ”

In this way, the situation around Wad was very chaotic, there were many British and French armored troops roaming around, and Trood they chose a relatively safe route to enter, but it could not guarantee absolute safety, so the Wade garrison transferred four IV tanks to escort it.

It didn't take long for Trode and the others to come across the escort team, which were four Type IV F2 medium tanks, and seeing these also reminded Trode of his own tank, and felt a little sad in his heart.

However, the change in his heart was inadvertently shown on his face, and the captain of the escort team saw it, and he said confidently: "Sir, don't worry! Our strength is still okay, and there is absolutely no problem in ensuring that you reach Wad! ”

Trode shook his head, embarrassed to let others be mistaken by his expression. He quickly explained to him that he was not worried about the journey. After a few brief exchanges, the team set off again, and although Trood's safety was ensured, they were slowed down by the addition of tanks.

As Trood tilted his head to the right, he suddenly noticed that he was rushing towards them at three o'clock, and although it was not clear what the tanks were, it was clear that there was no other team to protect them in the plan.

Then the answer was obvious, and he immediately picked up the walkie-talkie in the car and shouted: "At three o'clock, the enemy is attacking!" ”

"Get out of the car!" Before the truck could fully stop, Trode jumped out of the car and went straight to the back of the car, shouting at the people inside.

The crowd in the car, who had not yet reacted, immediately woke up like a dream, jumped out of the car one after another, and hid not far behind the car.

"Get down!" Trode waved his hand, and the crowd followed him and lay on the ground with his head in his hands.

Dense machine-gun bullets swept across the truck, and the tarpaulin was riddled with holes, and if Trod had been in there just now, it would have been about the same as that tarp by now

Trood turned his head to the side, then waved at the members of the two cars behind him, and the other side returned to signal that no one was hurt. However, the situation was very serious, and this was the first time that Trod had encountered enemy armored troops with only a sidearm. From a different angle, he once again deeply felt the powerlessness of the infantry in the face of the tank.

Natl lowered his head and cursed the enemy: "Damn, so arrogant! If we hadn't."

"Boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, a high-explosive bomb exploded on the truck, but it only hit the iron rod used to hold the tarpaulin in the back of the truck, but the tarpaulin was already burning violently.

"Hurry back, maybe the truck will blow up when you get off!" Roy urged everyone to get into action.

Not long after the crowd began to crawl on the ground and retreat, a shell hit the truck's fuel tank. Suddenly the flames burst into the sky, and a scorching stream of air swept sand and dust into Trode's face, causing him pain.

The fierce battle lasted about three minutes and ended with the retreat of the British, with neither tank mortally wounded, and the Germans wrecked three Opel-Pritz trucks.

Trode's group, who had lost their vehicles, had to sit on the escort tank IV to reach Walder, and the four tanks sat a total of thirty-six people, which can be said to completely occupy the surface of the tank.