"Smack!" a flare rose in the dark night sky, giving the command like a command gun. The unique sound of the G42 machine gun, known as the Arcado saw in Germany, began to sound, and a large-scale night battle began.

Under the light of the flares, the German machine-gun positions poured countless ammunition on the British soldiers rushing in groups, hundreds of British soldiers were knocked to the ground by the other side's bullets, more soldiers shouted slogans and continued to charge, and more than a dozen tanks covered these infantry approaching the German defensive positions.

"Boom!" In the distance, a British howitzer was firing its own ammunition at the coordinates that had been marked a long time ago, and the flames from the muzzle of the gun illuminated the faces of everyone around them, and they looked into the distance with solemn expressions, because the horizon in the distance should have been a dark place, but now it was illuminated by countless fires.

Where the sky and the earth meet, the orange-red glow makes some highlands and barbed wire fences more conspicuous under the night sky. Huge black smoke rose into the air, and more explosions were heard, like muffled thunder in the heat of summer, low and trembling.

A dozen British soldiers took advantage of the confusion to cross the German lines, and they quietly detoured to the positions behind, little by little approaching the target they wanted to approach. They were a special operations group organized by the British Army, whose purpose was to infiltrate the German rear during a counterattack, use a sneak attack to kill the German front-line commanders, and relieve the huge pressure on the frontal battlefield.

When the frontal battlefield is in full swing, the sudden interspersion of such a surprise attack detachment will indeed play an immeasurable role at a critical moment. The British army once suffered a secret loss from the German special forces during the Cambridge defensive battle, so the armies in North Africa also formed a special forces force similar to the German special operations group.

It's just that compared with the perfection of the theory of the special forces in later generations, this British surprise attack detachment is only a battlefield sneak attack by elite infantry, not a special forces operation that the German army has been focusing on. The weapons of this British detachment were still those ordinary infantry weapons, and they were only equipped with ropes and other tools.

But just as the Soviets were trying to build professional sniper groups following the example of the Germans, the British were learning from the Germans in their approach to special operations, and for at least for a long time the German special forces did not find an opportunity to add to their achievements, and the adversaries had apparently deliberately guarded against this unique way of warfare.

Unfortunately, on the yellow sand road where they were advancing, a somewhat different force came head-on. The other party apparently spotted them as well and quickly approached them. When the two sides were close enough, everyone could see clearly through the distant artillery light and moonlight, and it turned out that everyone was wearing British military uniforms.

"Hey, you're going in the opposite direction. A British soldier kindly reminded his accomplices on the other side.

"We got lost, there was a German defensive position in front of us, there were Germans everywhere, we had to retreat, I didn't expect to see you. The leader of the other side leaned against the door of the car and poked his head out of the car.

The captain of the British surprise attack detachment frowned when he heard this information, and quickly asked: "How many Germans are there? Have they found our soldiers nearby?"

He couldn't help but be nervous, because after all, this was related to the success of his special sneak attack. He had to find out what was going on around him, and then choose whether to move on or temporarily retreat to the starting point and make further plans.

Just as the troops of the two sides were intertwined, and then the faint light of the headlights of the car, the captain of the British surprise attack detachment saw clearly the equipment on the friendly soldiers who were "in a hurry to turn back", and suddenly found that although the outfits of these people were the heads of the British army, they were too complete.

You must know that soldiers in all countries have a bad problem on the battlefield that cannot be changed, that is, because of the heavy load, ordinary soldiers often leave things they think they are not needed on the side of the road or on the company load-bearing cars or carriages. It's not just the German army, but until 2015, the elite American army still hasn't got rid of this bad problem.

But the oncoming British army was really dressed too neatly, with steel helmets, sunhats and even lunch boxes. So the captain of the British surprise detachment raised his head and asked the other officer in the smiling amiable car: "I almost forgot to ask for tonight's password." ”

The officer in the car smiled, but the hand in the door was already pressed on the MP-44 assault rifle hidden next to him. He narrowed his eyes and replied, "You don't say that I almost forgot, it's safer to ask for the password...... Tonight's mantra is sunflowers. ”

The reason why this German special forces, disguised as a British unit, set off so long after the start of the war was actually very simple, that is, after waiting for the regular belligerent troops to capture the prisoners, they had to ask for the British commander's password for tonight, so that they could blend into the British camp and carry out sabotage activities.

Hearing the other party answer his password, the captain of the British surprise attack team was obviously slightly relieved, and the strength of the hand holding the submachine gun behind him gradually loosened, and then he said the password response: "Iris!"

So everyone was overjoyed, and the two teams said goodbye to each other and prepared to leave. But in the end, a German special forces soldier who followed the car looked too much Germanic, and he only showed his face and left the position of the car's lights, but there were still a few Britons frowning.

"I said, depending on the rank, you are a major, which unit?" As he spoke, the captain of the British surprise attack detachment, who was already preparing to leave, pressed his hand on the gun again.

The captain of the German special forces had also grabbed his MR-44 assault rifle, and apparently after some probing, he had lost the patience to wait any longer. The canvas on the truck was suddenly lifted with a German shout, revealing a 13mm heavy machine gun mounted on the truck.

Without thinking about it, the captain of the British assault detachment detonated his submachine gun and swept the bullet towards the German special forces captain sitting in the car opposite, and the German captain did not show weakness, and a row of MP-44 assault rifle bullets flew towards the British commander not far away.

Two people were shot almost simultaneously, one fell to the ground screaming in pain, and the other fell into the cab of the car, no longer making any sound. And all around them was gunfire, bullets flying everywhere.

A British soldier raised his gun and aimed it at a German, who had been lighting a cigarette in each other's mouths a moment earlier. His eyes were full of horror, but the gun in his hand still sprayed bullets at the first moment, knocking the German, who had just called him brother, to the ground.

And at the same time as he killed the other party, in a corner not far away, a German special forces was aiming at the British soldier with a weapon, and he showed no mercy to his subordinates, and fired his own bullet as fast as he could, killing the British soldier.

The gunfire was dense, a German soldier in the truck was hit by a bullet, overturned the truck and fell to the ground, while a German machine gunner next to him was firing wildly with a 13mm caliber machine gun, and one after another British soldiers were pierced through the body and fell to the ground and died.

As the bullets gradually became inaccurate, both sides sought refuge as they slaughtered each other, and a bullet hit the tires of the car, piercing the tires of the truck. Another bullet then hit the car's front lights, extinguishing the bright lights. There were also bullets that shattered the glass of the car and hit the driver inside, who collapsed on the steering wheel and honked the horn all the time.

The fierce exchange of fire gradually subsided, and the chaotic gunfire faded away. The last British soldier fell to the side of the large rock beside the road and reluctantly closed his eyes. He named it for a sneak attack, but here it somehow turned into a close-range fight.

The two sides suddenly opened fire on each other at close range, and there was no chance to dodge. In the space of a minute, at least 30 British soldiers and 20 German soldiers fell to the ground, without any tactics or skills, and they used a gentleman's duel to divide the winners and losers here.

A German soldier glanced at the truck in which the captain was riding, then reached out and pulled open the door that was full of bullet holes and light smoke from the bullet holes. Blood trickled down the cracks in the car and into the loose sand below, and as the door opened, the German commander, covered in blood, fell headlong and slammed into the ground with a muffled thud.

More German soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, examining the bodies of every British soldier, rummaging through their papers and identification plates. From time to time, someone fires a shot, making up for the enemy who is already lying on the ground. It's a good habit to at least guarantee that they won't be taken out by an enemy who is already dying.

"Medic!" stood for two seconds, and the German soldier who opened the door shouted loudly.

"No need. The deputy captain of the car behind him walked over, looked at the blood all over the ground, patted the shoulder of the young man, and whispered, "He's dead......"

The battle ended so quickly, and the battlefield in the distance was still noisy. There, the artillery of both sides began to bombard you back and forth, and not many people were destined to sleep peacefully tonight.

"The plan is cancelled! Take these corpses with us, and we will return the way we came!" The deputy captain of the German special forces frowned and looked into the distance, and ordered: "Report this situation! It seems that our opponent has appeared." ”