Therefore, those supplies must not be lost, and the city of Tobruk must be defended, no matter what the cost, even if the Libyan militia division is exhausted.

The British left commander, Hardaf, commanded the British with the 70th Infantry Division and an armored brigade to launch an attack on Tobruk's left flank.

The area of Hadaf's attack was more than 300 meters, which was the width of a street, and it was impossible for Hadaf's forces to be fully deployed, so he could only divide his large army into three parts.

Each part of the attack lasted only two hours, and after two hours they were rotated to rest, and so on and so on, giving the enemy troops in Tobruk no respite.

Khadaf took the tank assault group as the center and carried out a tactical arrangement, which means that all the firepower and strength of Khadaf will cooperate with the tank assault group, and they are the attack hammer of the entire 70th Infantry Division.

"Offensive ......"

Hadhav is still very handsome, the brown head flower, because of the long-term bathing in the sun, and the original fair skin has turned into a wheat color, but it can show the majesty and masculinity of the soldiers.

"Knock knock...... Knock knock ......"

Suddenly the tanks roared and swooped down on a street on Tobruk's left flank, behind which were infantry and armored vehicles, and everywhere the tanks and armor went, there was nothing but dust obscuring the sky.

All of Haddav's attacks had to be done independently, and it was impossible for Admiral Wavell to give them a single soldier to support them, and Admiral Wavell had now distributed all his forces.

For the attack on Tobruk, Hadaff did not have to worry about the German fighters coming to harass him, and the German BF109 had to be attached to the auxiliary fuel tank to fly to Tobruk, and after the BF109 was attached to the auxiliary fuel tank, it could only stay in the air on Tobruk for five minutes.

This bit of time did not play much role at all, and the air battles in World War II were when planes chased and fought each other, and an air battle would take at least half an hour, so it was impossible for the Germans to send a battle to harass.

Even if that damn Rommel sent a large number of planes to help, the British army would have five or six hundred planes to meet it!

As soon as Hadaf's tanks set off from outside the city, the British artillery began to roar again, and their target was the section of the city that Hadaf was about to attack, and the shells of various artillery shells such as 105 mm and 76 mm fell on the city of Tobruk.

The explosions of "boom ......" came and went.

The southeast side of Tobruk City was filled with gunsmoke in an instant, countless buildings collapsed in the explosion, the artillery fire was unprecedentedly fierce, countless building materials were carried into the air by the explosion, and then fell down one after another, before they landed, and soon they were carried higher by the next explosion.

"Boom ......"

The tank slowly moved to the edge of the city of Tobruk, and at about five hundred meters, Haddav informed the artillery with a walkie-talkie to stop firing.

"Attack slowly, at 20 per hour, follow the tanks with all the soldiers who are supporting in coordination, watch out for the enemy Demoman, don't let them rush up and blow up our tanks."

The British had already learned Rommel's tactics in a good way, that is, their infantry and tank coordination, and had not yet joined the armored vehicles.

The British were by no means stupid, they suffered greatly under this tactic of Rommel, and they immediately understood the advantages of this tactic, so they soon began to imitate the tactics of Rommel.

Let's not talk about the synergistic effect of the British army's infantry, but at least people know how to learn, know how to imitate and copycat, and resting on their laurels is the end of being eliminated, Britain can dominate the world for hundreds of years, and the British definitely have their own advantages.

Haddav gave the order in high spirits, retracted his body into the British tank, and closed the window door on the top of the tank.

"Whirring ......"

The tank roared low, its huge body slowly rolling over the streets of Tobruk, and Khaddav's British tanks were in the last row of battle positions.

British tanks slowly drove into the streets of Tobruk, which were paved with crumbling gravel and crumbling door frames and furniture.

These things are the result of the shelling just now, and you can occasionally see a few militiamen killed by the shelling, in addition to a red cloth sleeve on their arm, a British rifle, and a few grenades around their waists, which is all the Libyan militia is armed.

Khadaf continued to slow down, basically keeping the speed that the infantry could keep up, about 5 kilometers per hour, and the tank certainly couldn't be so slow.

Haddav allowed his tanks to advance twenty or thirty meters, then stopped, waiting for the infantry behind them on guard, some of which occasionally fired a shell or two at the broken walls on both sides of the street.

After advancing for about three hundred meters, Hadaf did not meet a single enemy, and for the first time Hadaf commanded a tank division in street battles, not daring to be careless.

He ordered a part of the infantry to follow the tanks into four groups, one group to attack the left side of the street, two groups to attack the right side of the street, three groups to follow the tanks, and the fourth group to act as a reserve, where there was danger to go to support.

Groups 1 and 2 carried a large number of grenades and flamethrowers, and the main task of these two groups was to clear the enemy troops from the streets.

"Dada...... Da Da ......"

Suddenly, a Czech light machine gun suddenly appeared two hundred meters to the right, firing rhythmically, and a British soldier was shot in the head because he raised his head too high, and half of his head was cut off by the Czech light machine gun.

This repaid the price, and the other British soldiers raised their weapons one after another to shoot, and the enemy hid behind the windowsill, how could these British soldiers shoot the enemy.

The enemy quickly ran out of bullets from his machine gun and was picking up his Czech light machine gun and preparing to run away.

"Boom ......"

A 50mm tank shell hit the window ledge where the Polish soldier was hiding, and the violent explosion tore the enemy soldier to pieces, the body torn by the explosion flew everywhere, and the Czech light machine gun was blown to parts.

"Dada...... Rumble......"

From time to time, Libyan militia appeared on both sides of the street, firing heavily at British tanks and infantry below the street, and many grenades were thrown out of the windows.

Although these Libyan militias were brave, they did not have much combat experience, and the grenades did not pose a threat to the British tanks and could only kill some British infantry.

And those Libyan militias that came out to block the British army will not have a good result, and they will definitely be beaten into a sieve, and the British army has a complete advantage in terms of troops, weapons and equipment, and the quality of soldiers.

Haddav commanded the troops to advance about two hundred meters, and there were two rows of sandbag fortifications in the street ahead, and there was a swarthy cannon barrel in the gap between the two rows of sandbag fortifications.

Suddenly, there was a flash of fire, and a fifty-mm anti-tank gun accurately hit the frontal crotch of the British tank.

There was a loud "boom", and the front of the British tank suddenly flew sand and rocks, and the violent explosion set off a scorching storm, violently throwing dust and gravel on the ground around.

[The heavier, the brothers have a monthly pass, reward, recommendation, please throw it away! ] Even if you click on the fallen leaves! 】

…… (To be continued.) )