Imperial Overlord

Rommel sat in his bumpy car, thinking about how this battle should be fought. 【No pop-up novel network】

The billowing yellow sand in front of him looked like a monster that could devour people's lives, and there was hardly a moment of peace as it swelled and swelled.

Compared with the 200,000 Italian army, Rommel's current strength can be called pocket or scarce.

However, as a general who has his own ideas and firmly believes in the way he believes in fighting, Rommel does not think his army is weak.

In the writings expounded by later Rommel, it is easy to find a set of effective fighting styles that he believed in.

On the one hand, he advocates offense and believes that offense is the best defense; on the other hand, he emphasizes the firepower of the army and is ready to use all his firepower at all times.

He despised the size of the army, but its firepower was scattered. So he always thought that the Italian corps was not effective in combat, although sometimes they were heroic, but that didn't work.

As a battlefield commander, he believes that strength is not the decisive factor, only firepower.

This is also the main reason why he dared to fight back against the British team with only a few thousand people.

Although historically, the Italian and German coalition forces in North Africa were often at a disadvantage in strength, but Rommel was still able to win battle after battle.

Because he always concentrated all the firepower he could find, at an unexpected point, to hit Britain's weakest link.

"The British tank troops must have been copied from our southern side." Looking at the terrain of his front line, he said to himself in his mind.

The roads near the coastline were not wide enough for a massive armored force to go on the offensive. Rommel envisaged that if he were British, the tank troops would have been farther south.

His idea was indeed correct. At this time, the British general, Wavell, was ordering the British 7th Armoured Division to continue to advance south, threatening the Italian troops from the flank.

At this time, the North African battlefield seems to have been divided. Part of the Italian defenders were divided and surrounded by Berdi, and the other part did not dare to look back.

According to the historical trend that Li Le knew, the British team even won Tobruk all the way and occupied the important seaport city of Benghazi...

Although Rommel did not know about Admiral Wavell's compass action, he did not know that the opponent he was facing should actually be brilliant on the battlefield.

The German high-level did not know that the other party could actually advance as far as Benghazi, and even nearly drove the Italians out of Africa!

Now, all he knows is that the other party has formally encircled the border port city of Berdi, and has almost captured more than 50,000 Italian soldiers.

Of course, what he also knew was that the main force actually attacked by the British was only more than 20,000 at most, and they had been attacking for several days.

Such a troop, even if there is no problem with sufficient supplies, should be very tired, and the combat effectiveness is discounted.

Moreover, Rommel knew he had another advantage - the enemy did not seem to know that his unit was fighting back and was already on the road east of Tobruk.

Even now that Admiral Wavell began to shrink his own troops, it seemed that it was too late, because the German team, which was advancing at a high speed, hit the British team head-on like a sandstorm at this time.

Just as Rommel was thinking, an armored vehicle pulled the German soldiers in charge of reconnaissance and saw the British enemy they had been looking for.

The British soldiers, unaware that the enemy in front of them had changed, were resting beside their cars.

Because the pursuit of the Italians was going so well, the British soldiers did not expect someone to charge them with weapons.

The German armored vehicles drove all the way to the front of the British, and it was only the British who realized that something was wrong.

However, the MG-34 machine guns installed on the armored vehicles did not give these poor British people any chance. After a burst of fire, the Germans easily captured 3 British prisoners.

"General! The reconnaissance unit may have news!" Rommel's car stopped in the bumps, because they saw another car with a radio, the radio operator's gesture.

Just as the car stopped, someone reported the news: "Report! Your Excellency General... The reconnaissance team caught 3 prisoners. These prisoners are from the 4th Indian Infantry Division!"

Rommel was stunned for a moment. He obviously did not realize that the British would advance so fast, because according to the description of the Italians, these British teams should still be near Baierdi.

"The Italians' intelligence is simply misleading us!" a combat staff officer complained while spreading out a combat map.

It has to be said that the maps drawn by the Italians in North Africa are still very accurate, at least not as misleading as their intelligence.

He simply scanned the map with his eyes, looked at Beldi's location, and where he is now - Rommel smiled bitterly.

After all, he still underestimated the determination of the British to eat the Italian 10th Army. It seemed that the British on the opposite side were even more tired than he calculated.

The other party kept biting the tail of Marshal Graziani, and didn't waste even a second of time in Berdi... They hurried on the road in order to prevent the Italians from resting in Tobruk.

"Wavell's target is not Tobruk..." Rommel withdrew his gaze from the map, then picked up the telescope and looked at the surrounding terrain.

Then he put down the binoculars: "The British want to wipe out the Italians, and take Benghazi to the depths of Libya!"

"The appetite is not small!" The staff officer smiled, because they had already started to fight back. Naturally, the British missed the most deadly link at the beginning: the German army!

"Since we have blocked the front of the British, they will soon rush over..." Rommel pointed to several surrounding mounds, and ordered the troops to arrange their own defense lines here.

"Basic cross-fire, forming a two-flank attack! After about 5 hours, I think the British will start to retreat." Rommel glanced at his watch and said to his staff.

The staff officer nodded and agreed: "The key battle is not near the road, but in the operation of the armored troops in the south."

He pointed to the far south as he spoke: "If we eat the opposing armour and threaten the opposing flank, they will have to retreat."

"Fortify our defenses with 88mm cannons on the front! I need the troops to be able to turn into a counterattack at any time!" Rommel suddenly spoke and arranged frontal defensive measures.

Then he drew a few arrows on the paper and handed the paper to his staff officer: "The tank troops are attacking from the south, and if they hit the enemy's tank troops, they will kill them. If they don't find them, they will simply turn around and outflank!"

After hearing his order, the German ** team resting on both sides of the road for only a few minutes began to arrange defensive offensives on both flanks.

They simply set up some foxholes, and some soldiers helped build a very solid tank gun position.

Because for the African Legion, the expensive 88mm caliber cannon is the weapon and equipment that must be protected first.

"It's all the old troops I brought out. Do you know what to do?" Rommel looked at the armored commanders who came to listen to the mission and asked.

"Understood! We charged forward on the flanks, and after breaking through the enemy's defenses, we continued to move forward!" said a battalion commander of an armored battalion, pointing to the direction of the British attack with his finger.

"Very good! Keep in touch with the radio! Let's go!" Rommel waved his hand, signaling his men to start preparing.

And on the mound in the distance, the German soldiers are already preparing a concave semi-circular defensive position. This defensive position is like a pocket, a pocket that can swallow the lives of many British people.

On the defensive lines of the flanks, machine guns have been erected under the cover of soldiers with rifles, and behind some concealed plants, 88mm cannons are ready for battle.

These anti-aircraft guns, which have been in anti-tank missions since the days of the Condor Legion in the Spanish Civil War, are probably the most powerful flat-fire weapons of this era.

It can penetrate British tanks from 1000 meters away~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and has a very accurate sight and a terrifying rate of fire.

"Now, all we can do is wait, wait and see if the British will slam into our pockets!" Seeing that his troops had basically been concealed and a solid line of defense had been established, Rommel said said.

Just after he finished speaking, a British truck, full of soldiers, appeared at the end of the road.

At the beginning it was just a small black spot, the truck gradually got bigger, and finally people could see its outline clearly.

Following this truck was another truck. These British soldiers had no awareness of being targeted, and they didn't even plan to stop and look around.

Who would have thought that on a high ground less than two kilometers away from them, the German machine gun team in the foxhole had already used the sight on the optical sight to aim at the car's drive away.

Because of the heat, the transpiring air on the ground made the distant scenery shake, everything seemed so quiet, and the quietness made the German soldiers looking at the prey a little nervous.