"They have moves!"

Derek, who was about to give the order to advance, suddenly noticed the enemy's movement, which immediately touched his tense nerves.

At the same time, Trode observed this change, as the enemy's 'Churchill' phalanx began to change formation, and began to alternately cover the retreat, while the 'Crusaders' who had been cruising behind them were also returning towards their own group.

"They look like they're leaving." Although the reality is in front of him, Trode is a little unconvinced, after all, Lamont still has the upper hand. Also, a battle plan that can only be used by a data freak like Hans, he will definitely not guess.

Well, there are three possible reasons for Lamont's retreat -

1. Something went wrong with his reinforcements, and the situation in front of them was changing in places they didn't know about in Trood.

2. Lamont was mad at their aura and did not want to go toe-to-toe with Trood before reinforcements came, so as to cause unnecessary casualties.

3. This is also Lamont's ploy, and after his tactics have been discovered, he is leading Trode and them into another trap.

If the first two were the case, it would have been a great opportunity for Trode to retreat; But in the third case, then rash action could lead to destruction.

"Choosing something, it's the most annoying!" Trood grabbed his hair wildly, and then let out a long breath and said, "But fortunately, I don't have a choice now."

Trod decisively gave the order: "Except for the three tanks that were assigned to the rear of the palace just now, the original plan will not change to follow the large army!" ”

The strength of the coordinated attack of the 14 tanks was evident from the beginning, and even the earth trembled, and the yellow sand flying behind the cars showed the determination of the Trodes as they advanced. Of course, none of these things are enough to describe the fierceness of the battlefield, and the shells fired by both sides may only be expressed by the word "Flying", and the long distance and the factor of mobile shooting, the enemy in the mission has completely become a situation that can only be decided by looking at God's face.

"Pounds!"

A crisp sound entered Tank 217, but the occupants continued their movements as if they were unaware of it. On the other hand, outside the car, at the same time as the sound was heard, a white dot appeared on the tank's nose armor, and the head of the attacker was already twisted and deformed, and after drawing a graceful arc in the air, he fell to the ground in exhaustion, ran over by the tracks, and half buried in the sand

Trode patted Natel and said, "Can you break their tracks, if you can destroy one of their tanks, we won't fight in vain." ”

Natel took away the hand he was holding on his shoulder and glanced at him and said, "It's useless for you to tell me this, it's better to take this opportunity to worship, maybe Allah can take care of you." ”

"Then forget it." Trode wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then looked at the current situation again.

Derek's voice came: "The space is almost over, let's withdraw from the direction of 3 o'clock!" ”

The whole operation went smoothly and did not stop at all. Of course, Trode's actions are not without flaws, in the opinion of Lamont opposite them, he can at least find a way to keep Trode and them for more than ten minutes, and at that time, in the combined attack with reinforcements, none of the 14 tanks in front of him will be left.

But an enemy who knows how to make trade-offs is truly terrifying, and Lamont also somewhat understood Hans's plan in the battle just now, and he was somewhat glad that he chose to retreat first. Otherwise, even with his ability, there will definitely be some loss.

Looking at the retreating German tanks in front of him, Lamont pulled out the Enfield Mk.I revolver he had pinned to his waist. Although the gun was full, he repeated the reloading action (this action does not include loading bullets) and took it to the tanks

"Whew" Trode took a deep breath, he had just escaped, and his heart was still a little calm.

"Cut, old fox, I'm going to peel you next time!" Derrick, on the other side, is still haunted by Lamont.

Trood was worried that he would be discouraged after this, so he hurriedly reminded him: "Don't worry, that is more or less something that we can deal with with a small team now." ”

"Humph!" Who knew that Derek didn't appreciate it, and said angrily: "I know it without you saying it!" ”

After that, he didn't say a word. Trod could only sigh helplessly, he knew that although Derek was a warm-hearted person, and when Trode first arrived, he was called an equal brother, and he did not deliberately show off his local combat experience.

But! Even with all of this, Derek was still Trode's predecessor in reality, and he was eager for Trode to learn Walder's way of fighting, and it was best to teach him by himself. The mission deliberately arranged by Chief Anselm this time also met the dual needs of Trod and Derek, but the weather was unpredictable, and Lamont's arrival made all this a 180° turn. The first time they fought together, they retreated in front of their brother (actually an apprentice), and although they eliminated a few tanks in the stronghold and the first support, this was no different from defeat in Derek's heart, and his self-esteem was severely damaged.

Not long after the uncomfortable silence fell on the radio, Vincent spoke slowly: "Trood team, in this operation, 14 enemy tanks were destroyed, including 9 Soma S-35 medium tanks and 5 B1 heavy tanks, and the results were gratifying. After that, he even whistled?!

"Huh?" Trood obviously didn't understand what Vincent meant, 14 tanks were the amount of destruction that their combined forces had destroyed this time, and his own team had only completed 4 of them, less than half.

"Hey!" Derek roared loudly, "Over there, what's going on with that combat report you just had?" How did you swallow all the 10 tanks that my men destroyed! ”

"Huh?" Vincent said in a voice that made him want to go over and beat him up immediately, "I'm sorry, Sir Derek, I thought that this little result would not be a victory for you at all." ”

Derek seemed to have been blinded by anger, and said indignantly: "Why is it not victory? The battle of an empty glove white wolf like me is not called victory, then what is it called victory! ”

"Then make me happy, don't give me the whole thing like I've lost a battle!" This time it was Vincent's turn to roar.

"I" Derek was speechless, then bit it with his eyes closed, and after about 5 seconds of silence, he said, "I'll go back and invite you to dinner!" Improve your food! ”

"Good! That's it! Vincent didn't give Derek a chance to repent, and responded directly, and after that, he led everyone to cheer about it.

For a moment, Derek felt that he had been deeply deceived by the veteran