There are relatively few clouds and fog in the sky of North Africa, and the moonlight at night is naturally relatively bright, and there is a poetic feeling shining on the vast land. But now in Butna, more than the poetry of the moonlight, here is a rousing march led by another light, and that is the fire of battle.

After the exhaustion of the hard battle and the sadness of losing their teammates, Trode and his team could not rest now, because their mission was not completely over until the moment the French withdrew.

After all the tactics were exhausted, they were now left with only hard resistance, and with the active activities of Trode, the French offensive was alleviated to a certain extent. There is no doubt that Trod is the absolute main force in this battle, and without them, the current Batna defenders would not have occupied a single part of the city.

"Two o'clock line, D2 tanks." Trood reminded Nattel, a slight hint of anger in his composure.

However, Natel was not as calm as him, and said resentfully: "Leave it to me!" ”

It was a long day, and from early in the morning, Trode and the others had already begun to prepare for the battle at the transit station, and after a day of fierce fighting, they had completed their mission and returned to Batna, already very tired, they could not refuse the kindness of the garrison and celebrate with them. But the French didn't seem to want their party to be too stingy and added a heavyweight show to them.

For this kind of long battle, both physical and mental consumption is very large, but no one is tired, each of them is trying to carry out their own mission, they have to complete the task in place of their sacrificed teammates, and they are not qualified to give their lives to the French in exchange for their teammates!

Although the French army still had a numerical advantage, their morale had deteriorated severely, and the planned blitzkrieg of Patna turned into a tug-of-war, and casualties were rising, which made most French soldiers begin to doubt the correctness of their superiors' orders. This is so, and with it more problems arise in the coordination of the various units, and the French are being brought down by themselves

On the other hand, the German army, at the beginning, the absolute difference in numbers made everyone's hearts tremble, but after losing most of the city, the German troops who fought on their backs were already red-eyed, and they had no way to retreat, only to fight to the death with the enemy. Coupled with the fact that the French stretched the battle line too long, many troops thought that they were unfamiliar with the terrain and the gap in equipment was not a few of them were wiped out by the German ** team with less, which made the morale of the German army continue to rise, and everyone firmly believed that they could hold out until the moment when the reinforcements from Cousinine arrived.

Lowy's platoon of strafing frightened a group of soldiers who were just about to charge to immediately retreat behind the bunker, and he leaked a light smile and said: "This is the French army, if it were replaced by the British army, it is estimated that we would have been covered by the fire of self-propelled guns." ”

"It's true, but it's because of this equipment advantage that we have no reason to lose." Yorkson, who replied, although he is now in a semi-rested state, but the attack and breakthrough just now are quite calm, which makes Trode more convinced that his driving ability is absolutely extraordinary, and more importantly, his mental quality is also super strong.

Trode glanced at the French troops in front of him, and then immediately picked up the microphone and said: "It's another ** advance, each unit is according to the original plan, each F2 tank is responsible for destroying the enemy tank, and the other units are responsible for their tracks." ”

"Troll, the one at 12?" Natel coughed, and asked Trode without turning his head.

Trood also seemed to be talking to himself, looked at the front intently and said: "Well, it's him, aim at the position of its 75mm gun first, that guy is too much of a threat to the infantry." ”

Natle turned the turret and the turntable of the main gun, aiming at the 75mm SA32 gun, which was raining high-explosive shells. Because the French tanks need to be used as cover for the infantry, they can't move around, so it is not too much of a problem to aim at such a small target, and it depends on the accuracy of this gun.

"Bang!"

The first armor-piercing projectile hit the ground beneath the B1's hull, splashing a small amount of dust before it went silent.

Undeterred, Natle waited for Stein to go through the process from removing the shell to loading the next shell once more, then fine-tuned the main gun a little before firing a second shot.

"Bell!"

The 75mm Pzgr armor-piercing shell hit the front of the B1 on the upper armor, and this accurate shell happened to hit the lower side shutter linked to the main gun, where the armor was probably less than 20mm, and such armor could not even be defended against the main guns of the old III. tanks, let alone the Trod IV. In this way, the shells were poured directly into it, and the 75 gun also stopped working.

"All units! Aim at the back of the enemy tank and fire! At the signal of an artillery commander's waving flag, the mortar position heard the sound of "tom, tom" one after another. Seconds later, in the enemy's attacking column, beams of fire rose and the tanks were slowly advancing, while the infantry behind them had been scattered in all directions

"Lieutenant Trode, what's going on over there?" This was the Commander's Liaison with the Commander of Defense, and due to the need to mobilize troops throughout the battlefield and his trust in Trode's abilities, this was his first contact since entering the battle.

"It's okay for now, but our ammunition is going to run out." Trode said with some helplessness and regret, there is no doubt that in Trode they simply don't have time to replenish ammunition now, and when they run out of shells, none of these positions can stop the torrent of steel of the French army.

"You've worked hard, but please keep going, the vanguard of reinforcements is only five kilometers away from us!" The words of the defense chief were full of excitement.

"Constantine's reinforcements have arrived?" Trood couldn't even believe his ears, and he asked the defense chief to repeat what he had just said, and the result was that he had heard him correctly

In this way, the vanguard of Constantine's reinforcements finally arrived at the battlefield after holding out for four hours at Batna's defenders, and it was at this moment that the German counterattack began