Given that the friendly forces had become a mess with the enemy, the Commander-in-Chief immediately dispersed his troops and scattered them to all corners of the position in front of them, helping his teammates who had been fighting in the line of fire to give them a boost. On the other hand, the British troops on that front who had been fighting with the task force of the 47th Division just now finally got a chance to breathe, and they hurriedly began to repair the front, without sending a single force to interfere with Trood.

Since there was no enemy who could take care of the task force, their progress could be described as quite rapid, breaking the balance of power in an instant, and the troops coming behind also widened the gap even more, those non-combat troops quickly passed through the gap, and the combat units at the bottom continued to maintain that the follow-up enemy could not fight back.

"It's still quite fast." Trood watched the troops speeding by, and his crew was now resupplying. With friendly cover, the task force's squads were able to start replenishing in batches, which also allowed them to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Humph! With this attitude, we are still here to save you! Natel looked at the ammunition box on the ground and said dissatisfied.

This ammunition box was dropped by the passing troops just now, which is the result of communication between the commander-in-chief and friendly forces, and at his request, the passing transport troops will drop some weapons and ammunition that can be used by tanks to supply the task force, but the loading matter still has to be done by the members of the vehicle crew of Trood themselves.

"Say less." Yorkson patted him on the shoulder and said to him, "Here, take a hand." ”

The two men lifted the ammunition box together and began to move towards the tank not far away, while Roy stood next to the tank, took out the shell from the ammunition box next to it, and then turned to give it to Trode, who was standing on top of the tank. Trood then handed it to Stein, who was in the car, and Stein placed the shells neatly in the car.

"That's pretty much the last box, there's not much time left." Natel said to the three men who were still desperately reloading.

"Stein, there's another box, how much can it fit now?" Trode shouted loudly as he busied himself with his work.

"There were several armor-piercing rounds. How many high-explosive shells? "There was a muffled sound coming from inside the car.

Trode smiled and continued to shout, "I don't know, but don't worry about the details, just tell me how many shells are enough, total!" ”

"27 rounds in total!" The speed at which Staines answers questions about ammunition has always been one of the proudest things for Team 217, and while the "stone" is usually a bit dumb, it reacts surprisingly quickly in this regard.

"27 Ah, enough is enough." Trode nodded.

“27？” Natel exclaimed, "What's that stuff?!" ”

"Boom!" As soon as Yorkson let go, the side of the ammunition box, which had been a little distance from the ground, fell directly to the ground. And Nattel, who was dragging on the other side, was driven by this sudden, and almost didn't stumble and fall.

Yorkson laughed at him and said, "Look at you like that, just now at the end, there are less than ten shells left, if the friendly forces don't give up, we can only use machine guns!" ”

Old Natle blushed, scratched his cheeks and said, "Okay then, on the way back." I'm saving a little bit of money. ”

Trode looked at the two who were still interrupting, and said with some complaints: "You two don't talk." Speed solves, this place should not stay for a long time. ”

"The gap over there, let's plug it now." Yorkson turned and looked at the place they had just rushed into.

"Huh" Roy also sighed and said: "Yes, it's not so much to fill the gap, but to be stronger than before." ”

As Roy said. Although that position had already been confused by Trood and them, when Trode rushed to support the friendly forces, that position had now been re-established by the British army. Moreover, the degree of defense is only stronger than the initial one.

"Really," Trode muttered quietly, struggling with that question now. Sent to free their teammates because they were locked in by the enemy, but the gap they worked so hard to create is no longer there.

And after a while, they have to break through that line of defense again, and it has been strengthened, although there has been a qualitative leap in strength, but the breakthrough required is naturally much larger, and with this is the impact force. Trode's task force was able to easily break through the defense line and create a gap because of the suddenness of the battle, the first attack, the quick action, the good command and so on, but now it was completely different, the enemy was completely prepared, and there was no hole to exploit

"Report!" A soldier quickly ran to the side of the 217 tank and said to several people in the car: "May I ask who is Commander Valtrod?" ”

"It's me, what's wrong?" Trode gave the job to Natl and Yorkson, and walked over to the soldier.

"The Commander-in-Chief is now calling all the squad leaders for an emergency meeting, they are over there, please hurry up and assemble." With that, the soldier saluted Trode, and then ran away without waiting for Trode to reply.

"Isn't it too late to say now?" Troude muttered to himself, because it had been a long time since they began to make corrections, and now that they were about to move on, they had convened an emergency meeting, and this meeting was really "urgent".

However, Trood didn't think much of it, and immediately accelerated, trotting in the direction the soldier had just pointed, and it wasn't long before he spotted a group of people surrounding a Type IV H medium tank.

This IV.H medium tank is different from the Trood, although the two are similar at first glance in terms of both the main gun and the external additional armor of the hull, but if you look closely, you will find that there are subtle differences in the frontal armor of the hull, which is the difference between composite armor and single armor, and the difference between the disguise of the Trood and the genuine product of the commander-in-chief.

Running in front of everyone, Trode saluted and respectfully said to one of the people in the middle: "217 group, Trode came to report." ”

"Hmm." The commander-in-chief just nodded, agreed, and then pointed to the side, just let him listen here.

Trode didn't say anything more, just stood in the middle of the crowd and listened to the commander-in-chief speak. (To be continued......)