The moon is dark and the night is murderous, the wind is high and the day is on fire!

As meteorologists predicted, on the evening of the 26th, the sky was indeed cloudy, and even a drizzle fell, and the light fog reduced visibility to a very dangerous point. It's not a nice weather, but it's perfect for a raid!

The Republican soldiers, who thought they were going to evacuate Marta, did not know the truth until six hours before the start of the battle, and many could not help but express a look of despair, as if they did not have 150,000 men, and the enemy had more than 20,000. The threat from above them made them unable to muster courage even when the strength was 7:1.

Some soldiers who had temporarily enlisted in the army began to protest, believing that the people above were deliberately sending them to death, and some people even maliciously speculated whether the higher-ups had fled first. These commotions and noises disappeared in an instant as soon as the heavily armed Lieutenant General Duruti appeared in front of them.

"That's it! Boys, stop chirping like a. We've been chased and beaten by the enemy for almost a month, we've been retreating, we've been running for our lives, I don't know how everyone feels right now, but as a soldier, I've really had enough of it! Now I want to ask you a question...... Who else like me, can't swallow this breath of bird and wants to fuck the fuck!? ”

Durudi roared with anger and unwillingness, like an arrow piercing through the clouds, and the long roar was deafening and resonated in the souls of the soldiers. People are bloody, no one is really willing to be a loser for the rest of his life, and when Duruti makes a brave gesture of wanting to take the lead, the courage of the soldiers has been awakened by him!

Circling around the various units involved in the operation, Duruti was like a spark that rekindled the morale that had been languishing for many days. And in order to solidify this heat. They still need to vent the grievances they have accumulated over the past few days, and the Ninth Infantry Division of the Nationalist Army on the high ground on the east side is obviously a good "little suffer"!

At six o'clock in the evening, as soon as the sun went down, the troops of the Republican Army officially left for the front. The eastern highlands, about 50 kilometers from the city of Marta, are almost all open except for a small river less than five meters wide and a wooded field, which is why the warring sides are so far apart.

At this time, the Nationalist army did not know the movements of the opponent, and Franco, after driving the Republican army into Matar, left only two divisions stuck in key positions, while the rest of the troops turned back to clear the remaining enemy in the occupied area. The National Army currently has an army of nearly 300,000 troops. However, the area occupied is as high as 600,000 square kilometers, so if you calculate it, an average soldier will guard 2 square kilometers, and his strength is quite tight.

Stretched thin, Franco is now unable to continue a new offensive, and he needs to immediately expand his forces and secure the occupied territory. As a result, Germany and Italy, which had been premeditated for a long time, took the opportunity to ask them to send troops to "help". Although Franco was a little reluctant, he couldn't care so much for the sake of emergency. He even brought in troops from Portugal, Ireland and Romania.

At midnight. The positions of the Nationalist Army were snoring, and most of the soldiers had already fallen asleep, except for the sentries who were still standing guard. It was drizzling at this time, and the sky was still thundering from time to time, and the noise of nature made the sentinels feel as if they had heard something, but as if they had heard nothing.

The front of the position on the eastern side of the high ground. Two soldiers were crouching at the observation post, occasionally sweeping the sky and ground directly in front of the position with their anti-aircraft searchlights. This high-power anti-air searchlight can shine up to 2 kilometers away, and can even directly shake a person to blindness at close range. At this time, one of the soldiers suddenly patted his sleepy partner and said.

"Kabol, did you hear me?"

"What do you hear? Do you fart sounds? ”

"Why are you farting! This is the third time I've heard it. There's definitely something over there! ”

The sentry said, sweeping the searchlight in the direction from which the sound came, and then both of them picked up their binoculars and looked at it, but they stared for a long time, and there seemed to be nothing but some messy bushes at a distance of more than 500 meters.

"Brother, I think you should pick your ears well, or just go back to sleep."

"Kabol, I swear I didn't have auditory hallucinations."

"But what else is there over there besides a few bushes?"

"But...... Wait a minute! Should there be any shrubs over there? ”

"Uh...... When you say that, I seem to ...... Not sure. ”

The two looked at each other for a moment, shone the searchlight again, and then picked up the binoculars and stared carefully at the bushes. At this moment, the two noticed that one of the bushes suddenly moved slightly, and then a 45mm cannonball sent them both into the sky along with the imported searchlight.

"Discovered! Charge! ”

Having already felt less than 500 meters from the front of the enemy's position, the BT-5 detachment was still discovered by the enemy. In order to touch it as quietly as possible, they not only hung a lot of camouflage on the mecha, but also wrapped the hood with a quilt to reduce the exposure of noise.

Removing the camouflage and quilt that was in the way, a BT-5 with a leopard's head painted on its shoulder armor was the first to charge. Christgaard's mechs struck the enemy line at a speed far faster than their companions. At a straight-line distance of 500 meters, it only took half a minute for the other party to rush forward, and the sporadic gunfire was too late to stop her.

Eight BT-5s rushed into the enemy position with lightning speed, and these steel beasts were the first to attack the heavy machine gun position, and the huge claws of the beasts could lightly slap the heavy machine guns into a pile of parts. In the panic, although the Nationalist soldiers who were sleeping with their rifles quickly began to shoot back, they had no choice but that the small-caliber rifles could not hurt the other party at all.

"Quick! Push the 37 guns over and tell the armored battalion to start Renault immediately! ”

In the face of the surprise attack of the armored soldiers, the mortal Spanish soldiers could only hope for anti-armor guns and their own armored soldiers. But at this time, they did not notice that 12 more humanoid armored machines rushed out of the woods in front of the position, and a large number of infantry were guided behind them. Taking advantage of the confusion in the enemy's position, an entire regiment of the Republican Army rushed towards the enemy with a skirmish line stretching for several kilometers.

"Soldiers! For Spain, charge! (To be continued......) (To be continued......)

PS: Chrisgaard's nickname was originally intended to be called "Socialist", pinch him Tom's new movie "Edge of Tomorrow", but after thinking about it, this nickname is definitely the rhythm of being complained about to death, so forget it!