A four-wheeled armored vehicle slowly came to a halt on the side of the road over the rubble, and a German officer poked his upper body out of the turret to see a group of fellow paratroopers with tired and blank faces sitting on the side of the road, and across from them, sat a large group of American soldiers, slightly different, these Americans were all confiscated.

"Hey, is it along this road to the headquarters of the 1st Paratrooper Division?" the German armored officer asked. However, he apparently did not see Borrol, who was sitting with his gun and Donner, who was wrapped in a thick bandage.

"If you're asking us questions, I've never introduced ourselves as 'hey'. A German paratrooper stood up, patted the dust off his buttocks, walked up to the wheels of the armored car, and sneered: "If you think it's a big deal to have a broken car, we're here by plane." ”

His words made the paratroopers behind him burst into laughter, and the brutal battle made everyone tense, and now that the battle was over, everyone relaxed, so for a moment the sound of whistles and applause made the place immediately lively.

Unconsciously, a high-power luxury sedan produced by the German company Mercedes-Benz drove here and stopped not far away. It is said to be a luxury car, but now most of the luxurious parts on this car are gone, and the corners of the car are full of mud and sand, and the flutter of the engine can make some sand fall from the corners, which looks similar to the burial goods of the pharaoh that has just been unearthed.

Apparently annoyed by the ridicule of the paratroopers, the young armored scout stood on his armored car, staring at the group of paratroopers dressed like beggars. These people were no different from the demons who had crawled out of hell, they were covered in blood and had hideous faces, and they were even more terrible in the eyes of American soldiers, and some German paratroopers were rumored to be able to tear tanks by hand - just like torn mutton.

It is no wonder that they were frightened by the German paratroopers, because in a small city like Damanhur, there were at least 200 tanks scattered among the rubble. The paratroopers under General Student proved with their achievements that the German paratroopers would not be defeated by enemy tanks.

"That's how you talk to your commander?" There was really no good excuse to get angry, the corporal made a fuss about his military rank, after all, he felt that there were no decent big people in a group of soldiers who were no different from deserters: "You have to salute when you see the commander, don't you see my military rank?"

"Forget it, we are here waiting for the troops behind to send water and supplies, after all, we have been tired for so long, and the division headquarters is moving forward along this main road, and we don't know exactly where it is, after all, we have changed several places. Borol walked over, pushed away his men who were glaring angrily, smiled and pointed to the side of the road, and spoke.

"Well, since you don't want to say it, then I'll go and ask somebody. The corporal pursed his lips and prepared to leave, thinking that the paratroopers were obviously unwilling to tell him the truth, so he decided to go ahead and ask the others.

"You, come back, get off!" suddenly a voice sounded from behind him, and then he saw a general standing at the back of his armored car, already grimacing from the black smoke emitted by the armored car. Still, he saw the huge goggles that the entire Afrika Korps recognized, and the broken car that was not much different from the excavated artifacts.

"General!" the corporal quickly jumped out of his armored car, stood next to Rommel, and saluted: "Long live the Führer!"

Rommel ignored him, but walked up to the paratroopers and saluted: "Thank you for coming all the way here to support the Afrika Korps, I am General Erwin Rommel, the commander of the Afrika Korps, and it is a great honor to meet you." As a German general, it is a great thing to celebrate to be able to fight alongside your brave soldiers. ”

"Long live the Führer! General, it was great to meet you. Borol stood up and saluted, he did not deliberately tout, Rommel is already one of the well-known generals in Germany, his deeds of triumph all the way in Africa have been promoted by Fanny as an invincible myth, the name of the desert fox has been highly sought after by the fanatical German people, and even the American media lamented: "Rommel, damn Rommel, as long as you defeat him, no matter what the cost." ”

"I'm not remarkable, I rely more on you soldiers to fight. Rommel said as he pulled past the corporal of the armored corporal and came to Borol. Then he used his other hand to tear open the yellow raincoat that Borol was wearing outside, revealing several medals inside: "I always thought that you were all the most powerful combat heroes, now look at what real combat heroes look like!"

At this time, the corporal who got off the armored car saw that the person who was talking to him was a battalion commander and a battalion commander with many medals. Even though he was just a soldier who had not fought many battles and had only fought in Africa for a few months, he had seen a few medals that the veterans around him had flaunted - at least the British Assault Medal proved that the veteran in front of him must have fought in the British homeland.

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to offend you. The corporal hastened to stand up and salute, he also had a Tobruk Assault Medal on his chest, and at this time he straightened his chest, and it was evident that this medal was also his proud capital.

"Sir, have you caught Patton?" "General, you must catch that bastard!" At this time, the paratroopers had all stood up, they stood in a neat line, although their clothes were in disarray, although their bodies were still stained with blood, although each of their faces was full of exhaustion, they were still the most powerful warriors of this era, and the warriors that made every general fall for them.

"We had captured quite a few American and British soldiers a few hours earlier, and there were so many of them that we didn't have time to count them in detail. Rommel said proudly: "About a few dozen acres of officers, and almost a few hundred acres of soldiers." We dropped so many prisoners, took all the soldiers we could find, and began to attack here. ”

His words were not exaggerated, just an hour ago, the German armored forces were still engaged in a fierce battle with Patton's rearguard troops, the two sides were in chaos in the desert, Patton's troops were really in disarray, and Rommel's troops were also crowded together because the attack was too urgent.

In the confusion, almost everyone was wrong, a tank opened fire on its own people running in front, and after firing two shells, it was stopped by the troops in front of the reinforcements who were "attacked by the enemy" - they all thought that the other side was an enemy army, and it was not until they saw the iron cross on the tank that they realized that they had made a mistake.

What's even more incredible is that a group of German soldiers found a German armored command vehicle in the confusion, and then they asked which direction they should attack, and the other party pointed to the person who was directing a tank to turn around not far away, and gave them an idea loudly: "Go and ask General Rommel, he is over there!"

The chaotic battle lasted for an entire hour, and it was not until Rommel crossed the American lines with the only dozen tanks at his side that the chaotic battle ended, with about 10,000 American soldiers captured or routed by the Germans, dozens of tanks destroyed by the Germans, and the entire rearguard of the 8th Army almost completely wiped out.

Rommel then began to chase all the way, and the soldiers of the 8th Army, who had arrived to join Patton, and some of the soldiers of the 9th Army on the flanks, were all frightened to see the German tanks advancing through the crowd to the east, and these soldiers, who did not know how to be good, were then overtaken by the Germans who had caught up, and became prisoners crouching on both sides of the road.

If anyone remembers the 7th Panzer Division, which once advanced 100 kilometers in a day on French soil, and if anyone remembers the general Erwin Rommel, who was called the devil in the French campaign, then one would not be shocked by the speed of the German offensive today.

Maybe it was too long in the desert, maybe Tobruk's fleet surprise attack and the steady attack on the front of Alexandria made people forget the man who moved like a wind, but this time he stabbed his deadliest stab like lightning.

A general who only knows how to fight steadily cannot surprise people, and in the end such generals are undoubtedly labeled as mediocre, and a reckless general who only knows how to advance and storm cannot maintain the momentum of his victory—after Accardo's persistence and training, the current desert fox has metamorphosed into a fox far superior to the half-finished fox in another time and space. Now Rommel is definitely an opponent who is enough to make anyone afraid. At least for now, all of Egypt is trembling under the tracks of his chariot.

He waved his hand, smiled at the German paratroopers staring at him in front of him, and said something that cheered everyone: "Don't worry." The soldiers of the empire will not die in vain, what they owe us, I will make them return as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he pointed his finger to the desert not far from Damanhur, and said firmly: "I am Rommel, and if you fight for the speed of attack, there is only one person who can match me - but it is very regrettable that the name of that person is Guderian, and he is a German...... It's not called Barton!"