Due to the formation of the formation first, Trode and they were completely suppressing the group of French people to fight, even if two tanks were driven from the garage at the same time, it had little effect, and they were named by Trode one by one, and they were all rebuilt.

For reinforcements in the rear, as long as the focus was on annihilating the B1 heavy tanks of the French, the remaining D-series tanks did not pose a threat to Trod at all at long distances.

As the saying goes, when the French lost the second line of defense, the battle that was being fought here could no longer be called a battle, it was a cruel show that bordered on torture.

A French soldier with a head in his arms ran desperately to the cover, but no matter how fast the human legs were, they could not match the speed of the cannonball, and a HE shell exploded directly below him, and the smoke of the explosion instantly blocked him.

But it was only for a moment, and after that, he flew out of the smoke, but something was missing. It was the lower half of the body that flew out of the smoke only from the waist up, and the original waist part had been blown up unevenly, accompanied by a lot of blood spraying out.

He flew twice in the air and fell heavily to the ground, heading in exactly the same direction as his lower body to stay. The moment he saw his legs, he didn't understand what was happening, but when he saw that they were his legs, he stared at his legs fiercely with bloodshot eyes, and stretched out his left hand forward, and his throat made a hoarse "ah~ah~" sound, and before he could say a complete sentence, he was already dying

A miserable situation like his was only one of those in this vast battlefield, and every time Trode pushed them forward, the French could only stop them with more corpses.

"There are only a few D1 light tanks left, break through in one go!" Seeing that the enemy's position was already in tatters, Trode immediately gave the order to instruct the next move.

Trood: They drove almost all of the enemy to the rear staging station, just as they were about to regroup and break them in one fell swoop.

"Trode, it's 9 o'clock." The source of the voice was Vincent, and his tone was calm, but the other commanders who heard it were not like him.

"Should it have come or have you come?" Trod tried his best to keep himself calm, and then looked to the left, the number of incoming enemy troops was not very large, but it was not the number that Trode could quickly annihilate.

Hans cut it short and asked, "Withdraw or fight?" But he couldn't hide the anxiety that seeped out of his words.

It would not be difficult to meet the French reinforcements here, but if they were entangled, they would not be able to escape when the large forces came.

In Trode's heart, the two forces were engaged in a fierce battle, but after thinking of a little reason, he was determined to give it a go.

"Except for Amphitri and Marcus guarding the rear transfer station, be optimistic about the target in front, and all of them are ready to counter-charge and fight quickly!" Since the rear is a transit station, it is not a good idea to wait in this place to be beaten up in front and back.

Trood kept commanding his squad, trying to quickly destroy the enemy without damage: "Stop at a distance of two hundred meters, give me a salvo of the two B1s, and then destroy the other tanks indiscriminately." ”

As soon as Trode's words fell, five IV tanks were already galloping out, although they were 5 dozen 6, but they had the crafts of German serious manufacturing, but they were not at all afraid of shoddy French scrap metal.

Yorkson kept manipulating a few levers, trying to avoid enemy fire as best his tank could. Natel aimed at the target in advance, waiting for the moment when he stopped and fired. Roy guarded the MG34T in front of him, waiting to harvest the souls of the runaways. Stein, on the other hand, waited motionlessly, waiting for Nattle to take out the cartridge casings, to reload the next shell, and to win them

Because the gap between various factors such as strength is too big, the two sides have almost decided the winner as soon as they meet each other, and the ridiculous armor of the B1 has long been unable to make him as powerful as on the French battlefield, facing Trood's KwK40L/43, but there is no resistance at all, a B1 heavy tank was almost directly penetrated through the hull, and the warhead accurately hit the engine, causing it to catch fire, while the poor design of the B1 barely gave the members of the car family any time to extinguish the fire.

As soon as the battle began, one B1 was paralyzed, and the other was killed by an engine fire. The remaining D2 medium tanks have become lambs to the slaughter, waiting feebly on the great plains of North Africa for us to stretch out their butcher's knives to them.

"Indiscriminate attack, aim and hit me, we don't have much time!" Trode used the microphone to emphasize one at a time, while the rest of the group responded with actions.

Trood they carried out the next salvo, and since the enemy had two B1 heavy tanks as cover, only one tank was wrecked.

Trode gritted his teeth, the anxiety in his heart was indescribable, only the trembling of his hands could show it.

"Go around, Alysia and I will go on the left, you go to the right!" Trode didn't want to delay a minute, he didn't have time to think about the perfect plan at this time, the only thing he could do was to compress the time, because there was a transfer station waiting for them in the back.

Just when Trode was thinking about this, Marcus's voice came from the other side of the headset: "Trode, the transit station is here, they are counterattacking!" ”

"Hurry back, we'll get it done right away, you guys keep up your speed and don't get entangled in them." Trode scolded the French again in his heart, but he was also a little suspicious in his heart, this situation, with their troops, holding the transit station is already the maximum that can be done, how can they dare to come out and attack Marcus first?

But Trood wasn't in the mood to bother with these things right now, and he immediately chose the best target for Nattell

Five IV tanks bypassed the wreckage of the three tanks from both sides, and the remaining three D2 medium tanks were powerless to put up a final resistance with their 47mm SA35s.

"Bang!"

On the plain, five cannon shots in succession restored a little tranquility here, and all that remained was the sound of "pop~pop~" from the engine on fire