"A pint of sweat can save a gallon of blood."

-- George Patton, a four-star general in the U.S. Army in World War II

In Wald, there was never enough time to rest, and in the afternoon after lunch, after just an hour's nap, Trode got a new mission.

Due to the success of the first mission, Trode was more cautious this time, he didn't want to be frustrated one after another with such good equipment. At the beginning, he promised Lieutenant General Schneider to come and defend Walder, but with his current state, he may not be far from dragging his feet

As for this mission, it was Derek who relayed it to him. Of course, the mission itself is about Derek - Trode's squad will work with Dereek's squad to attack an enemy stronghold.

After explaining the mission objectives to Trode, Derek added, "Actually, the main body of the mission this time is not the stronghold, but their reinforcements. We're going to release the bait and get the British and French tanks to bite the hook. ”

"Reinforcements? Sounds good. Trode gave his opinion.

"Will they be fooled, though?" Trode, who had just made an affirmative affirmation, immediately raised doubts, because he had been calculated last time, and this time he had inadvertently estimated the enemy stronger in his heart.

"Fooled?" Derek smiled lightly and said confidently, "You don't need them to be fooled, the problem is whether you can act fast enough." ”

An hour and a half later, 10 kilometers outside the city of Wade

Trode's team is on standby, and they are not needed for the pre-mission operation, and Derek will call them when they need to be dispatched.

Although Trode always wanted to make a difference here as soon as possible, on the other hand, he was also afraid of another setback, and this contradiction haunted him until the arrival of this mission.

This time, a veteran like Derek will lead him on the mission, and he will also act as the main force, which is the best model for Trode at this stage. When he heard from Derek that the task had been given by Anselm himself, he once again felt that the commander was unfathomable

Although he hadn't seen him since the first meeting, with such a large force in command and such a careful person, Trood secretly decided that after this battle, he must take the time to visit him, and he really had too much to learn now

In Wad, the air was much drier than the Tunis and Batna where they had fought before, and the clouds in the sky had become very scarce, and the harsh sunlight reflected even brighter on the sand. At the same time, the sand baked by the sun made the temperature of the surface as high as sixty or seventy degrees, and the sunlight had distorted everywhere near the surface, and the scene in front of it was erratic, like an illusory world.

In such a situation, Derek had just left Trood and they were heading for their target stronghold. According to the intelligence, there are not many garrisons there, and it is perfectly fine for a small team to handle it.

"It's hot." Trode wiped all the sweat that had taken up his forehead. Despite the high temperature and the absence of any wind, anyone on Trode's team was already sweating. But Troud's situation was different, and even though he was sweating so much, Trod's hands were still cold and frightening—he was so nervous now, and more than half of the sweat on his body was cold sweat, and the words of complaining about the heat were just a clumsy excuse he used to deceive himself

After waiting in place for twenty minutes, Trood received a call from Derek, telling him to quickly get to the predetermined position and prepare for the interception. Trode didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and immediately let his team rush to the scene of the incident as quickly as possible.

Because Trood's No. 217 was the lead vehicle, there was no concern about obstructing the view from the sand raised by the vehicle in front. Trode leaned out of the car, looked at the other six tanks behind him, clenched his fists, and shook the cold sweat out of his hands

By the time Trood arrived at the stronghold, Derek was already in the midst of a battle with enemy reinforcements. Trode quickly ordered his squad to poke directly into the enemy's flank, preparing to take out the enemy here with Derek's squad in one go.

The enemy also discovered Trood and retreated, but was stuck by Derek's team and couldn't move for a moment.

This gave Trode plenty of time to create a perfect encirclement, and Trode was desperately trying to suppress his eagerness to win, making a slight tweak to make the plan more impeccable.

He won't allow himself to go any further!

In fact, the deployment of Trod was really redundant, and the French armored forces opposite Derek had ten tanks, of which 5 were Char-B1 heavy tanks, and the other 5 were Somua-S-35 medium tanks. There are 3 more cars than Derek's team in terms of quantity, but in terms of quality, they are completely incomparable. However, to Trode's slight surprise, the formation of the French troops opposite them was somewhat strange, slightly different from the enemy he was fighting against in Batna, and it was impossible to tell for a moment whether it was an offensive formation or a defensive formation.

But no matter what formation, the disadvantage of the slow speed of the French tanks has not changed at all, and there is no way to see that Trode and they surround themselves. The encirclement formed by Trode's squad was relatively large, and the gap was a little too large for the average enemy, but it was just right for the slow French Iron Tortoise, which fully exploited the penetration and accuracy of the German tank's main gun.

The battle proceeded unusually quickly, and with the triple superiority of quantity, quality, and topography, the armored forces of the French were scrapped in pieces, and they were truly vulnerable.

Looking at the flaming French tank in front of him, Trode took a deep breath with all his strength, and then quickly patted his face to calm himself.

"Hey, Trode!" Derek's voice came from the headphones: "Put your formation away, this hasn't started yet, you're going to scare our prey!" ”

"What?" Trod couldn't believe his ears for a while, and he destroyed ten tanks and didn't even count the beginning, so what was the goal of this mission, Trode felt that he was still too young for a while