Claes, of course, understood what Scott meant, which was to give full play to the tank's long-range attack advantage, so that the enemy's infantry could not break through the distance of three hundred meters and rush to the tank's side.

What's more, there are infantry behind the tank! The tank has a blind spot for shooting, and the infantry behind it is a living person, so how can the enemy's death squad easily rush to the side of his tank.

"Click...... Boom ......"

Bullets flew at the entrance to Sammy Square, and the smoke of gunfire filled the air, and both sides were firing desperately, but the enemy did not do much damage to Scott's tank.

Their 47mm anti-tank guns were beaten to scrap metal in a few blows from the H-4 tank.

The frontal street defenses were also shattered by tank shelling, and the streets were lined with the corpses of countless enemies, their blood flowing down the streets, and the battlefield was so brutal. This is the gap between science and technology and national strength, and no one can change it in a short period of time.

"Toot toot toot...... Toot Toot ......"

Seeing that the enemy was about to be overwhelmed, the enemy's side suddenly blew the trumpet, and countless soldiers of the Libyan Servant Army, who had not been killed in battle, jumped out of the street fortifications and rushed towards Scott.

Some were armed with rifles, some with machine guns, some with explosives packets, and some with a cluster grenade strapped, and even the doors of two civilian buildings were opened, and the hidden enemy soldiers inside swarmed out.

"For the sake of the British Empire...... For freedom...... Come on!!! ”

A British commander brandished a pistol and shouted at the Libyan servants charging at him.

Suddenly, a hot shell hit his ****, and with a "boom", the violent explosion directly tore the enemy commander into pieces, and the shredded flesh mixed with gunpowder smoke was carried into the air and sprinkled down one after another.

No matter how passionate the slogans of this enemy commander were, how heroic he himself was, in front of the shells was nothing, and directly turned into shredded meat.

The death of the enemy commander did not stop the other soldiers, most of whom were the guards of the commander-in-chief of Benghazi.

This palace was the headquarters of Benghazi, so these enemy soldiers suddenly became fearless to death.

"Kill!! Come on!!! …… Click...... Boom...... Ahh!!hhhhh ”

The German tanks and the machine guns on the tanks were all firing fiercely, and the infantry behind the tanks also leaned on the tanks, stretching out half of their bodies to shoot fiercely at the enemy soldiers charging outside.

Even the German flamethrowers were spraying flames into the open space in front of the tanks, and in an instant a burning wall of fire was formed in front of the German tanks, and the fuel sprayed by the flamethrowers splashed onto the concrete floor, which also burned violently.

In such a situation, even if the enemy soldiers were not afraid of death, they could not rush to the side of the German tanks, and at this time it had become a one-sided massacre.

More than 300 charging enemy soldiers were killed in just two or three minutes, and seeing this situation, the remaining enemy soldiers knew that they could not do anything, so they quickly turned around and ran.

The German tanks and all kinds of light and heavy weapons chased the fleeing enemy soldiers and fired, the sound of gunfire and screams was endless, and the countless corpses of the enemy soldiers fell on the streets, layer upon layer, shattered, and their blood infected the entire street.

Next, the defenders from Sami Street to the square were cleared, and Scott hurriedly commanded the leading No. 4 tank to concentrate artillery fire on several huge cement piers, and there were several "boom, boom" shots.

A huge cement pier poured into the street was torn apart by a 75-millimeter bombardment, and countless cement blocks were splashed in all directions, and by the time the smoke had passed, the cement pier had disappeared without a trace, and the remaining cement pier was disposed of by Scott's tank in the same way.

The enemy on the square saw that the Germans were clearing the cement piers, of course, they would not stand idly by, and hurriedly concentrated a few 47-mm anti-tank guns to bombard the German tanks, and at the same time there were more than a dozen mortars, anti-tank guns Scott They were not afraid, but the mortars made the infantry following behind the tanks dangerous.

"Huhuhu...... Boom ......"

In an instant, mortar shells fell around the tank, and some even fell on the top of the tank, so Scott's tanks and infantry were uncomfortable, and when they heard the sound of shells whistling, the German soldiers hurriedly lay down behind the tank.

"Boom...... Ahh!!hhhhh ”

The low-cost mortar is an example, the armor on the top of the No. 4 tank is about 10 millimeters, and a mortar of more than 80 millimeters will blow a small hole in the top of the No. 4 tank.

Although it was not enough to completely reimburse the No. 4 tank, the crew of the tank inside was injured, and at this time, more than a dozen 81-millimeter mortars concentrated on the entrance to Sami Street.

A continuous stream of heavy mortar shells exploded in the tanks and crowds, and the German soldiers lying on the street were lifted by the mortar shells and smashed down fiercely, by this time the hapless German soldier was already missing arms and legs, and his life had been taken back by God.

Mortars can't be hit just because you're lying on the ground, and there's basically no dead end bombing, and even the top of the No. 4 tank can't carry it.

"Boom...... a mortar shell exploded violently less than two meters from Scott's side, and the huge shock wave pushed Scott to the ground and rolled three or four times in a row before stopping.

At the same time, Scott felt a piercing pain coming from his abdomen, "It's over, I was hit by shrapnel...... I'm afraid I'm going to hang up before I cross over. Scott thought to himself.

Scott hurriedly touched his abdomen with his hand, and sure enough, a large hole was cut by a piece of shrapnel in his left ribs, blood gushed out of the wound like a spring, and even a large section of the intestines in the abdomen rushed out of the abdominal cavity.

Scott endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and thrust his bloody hand into the intestines that had gushed out of his body, and then attached a piece of hemostatic bag that he had carried with him to it.

Because the waist of the person is relatively thick, the rope on the tourniquet will be very loose when tied, so Scott used his armed belt as a tourniquet and used his armed belt to bandage the hemostatic wound tightly.

All this was seen by Messi, who, out of the instinct of a journalist, continuously recorded everything Scott did with the camera in his hand.

"Click...... The sound of clicking ......" sounded continuously, Scott bandaged his wounds and discovered Messi's candid filming, but Scott did not blame Messi, the brave reporter and brother, but smiled at Messi. (To be continued.) )