The decisive battle against the Third Reich

"Yes, General!" Colonel Slain replied: "We are eighty kilometers away from Tobruk. If everything goes well, we can attack it in two hours!"

There was silence on Rommel's side for a long time. Colonel Slain guessed that Rommel was looking for Lucada's location on the map and discussing related issues with his staff.

It took about ten minutes before Rommel called back: "Colonel, are you passing through Tughla?"

"Yes, General!" Colonel Slaine replied: "We captured it by the way and blew up its warehouse. We did the same to Tengeter, and we will do the same to Lukadai's warehouse!"

"Well done, Colonel!" Rommel replied: "Please forgive my extreme words just now. The victory you achieved is completely beyond my imagination!"

"I can understand, General!" Colonel Slaine showed a satisfied smile on his face: "So... General, do you want me to go back and recapture Tengetel, or continue to attack Tobruk?"

"Of course, attack Tobruk!" Rommel replied: "God, if you can capture Tobruk and hold it, the British will be finished, and we will completely drive them out of Libya!"

When Colonel Slaine received the telegram, he proudly raised his head to the adjutant, as if to say that everything was as he expected.

Then Rommel called back: "But you have to speed up, colonel. The British have captured Tengeter. Now, they must know that it is an empty city. Soon they will know that you are heading towards Tobruk. They will Do everything possible to intercept you and set up defenses in Tobruk. You must arrive and attack before they are ready, otherwise, victory will be very difficult!”

Colonel Slaine's expression couldn't help but change. He knew that what Rommel said made sense. A large part of the reason why it went so smoothly before was that the British army did not have time to react.

But now, if the British know that their next target is Tobruk... everything will be different.

So Colonel Slaine immediately ordered: "Start immediately, target Tobruk!"

This time, the soldiers were not as lucky as before to get some sleep. In fact, even if they could sleep at this time, they could not sleep because the sun had already risen high and the temperature inside the carriage had reached over 50 degrees. , as hot as in the oven.

"Take these rifles!" Kuhn opened several boxes that had just been moved into the carriage and distributed several "Enfield" rifles inside to the soldiers.

"Are we going to fight with British rifles?" Werner looked worried.

It is not impossible to fight with the enemy's rifles, but if the entire army fights with the enemy's rifles, it will undoubtedly affect the combat effectiveness of the troops. After all, the soldiers are not familiar with the enemy's rifles, and more importantly, they are not familiar with the enemy's rifles and charges. The firepower matching between guns, machine guns and other equipment... These are systems based on range and firepower.

"This is just in case!" Kuhn replied: "We can't get any support or supplies...but our cars are packed with boxes and boxes of British ammunition and weapons, just in case we run out of bullets. You have to use British weapons, all you have to do is get familiar with how to use them!”

Several "Enfield" rifles were passed around in the hands of the soldiers. It was not difficult to learn to use it because it was a bolt-action rifle like the K98K. The soldiers knew how to operate it as long as they fiddled with it.

The problem is... you have become accustomed to the accuracy and rate of fire of the K98K. Without the necessary training, you will not be able to handle the "Enfield" after playing with it for a few times and take it to the battlefield. Especially the battlefield will not give you much time to adapt. Many people are afraid of becoming corpses before they learn.

When Qin Chuan took the rifle, the baker said to Kuhn: "Sir, I think we should save the bullets for Frick!"

"I agree!" Someone soon said, "The value of the bullet is even better in Frick's hands!"

"I agree too!" Another person replied: "I would rather use the 'Enfield' from now on and leave the saved ammunition to Frick. I believe Frick can provide us with better cover!"

Listening to these words, Qin Chuan felt inexplicably moved in his heart, although he knew that the soldiers would say these words partly because of their own interests... As they said, leaving bullets for Qin Chuan can help him on the battlefield. Give them better cover.

However, this is also a kind of recognition and trust from Qin Chuan. It can even be said to be putting his life in Qin Chuan's hands.

While the soldiers were discussing, the "rumble" of the aircraft motor sounded in the air again.

The soldiers couldn't help but stop talking and looked up, although they couldn't see through the iron roof of the car at all (note: the rear compartment of the "Matador" car has a roof).

Werner asked Qin Chuan in a low voice: "Do you need to send another message?"

Qin Chuan knew what Werner meant. The so-called message was just like last time, telling the convoy to keep its speed and not to shoot at the convoy disguised as the British army.

but……

Qin Chuan shook his head slightly and replied: "They found us!"

Qin Chuan's words immediately brought frightened looks from the soldiers.

The baker nodded and said, "Yes, it has been hovering over us. It is obviously tracking us and reporting to the command center in real time! In other words...their fighters and bombers are on their way!"

"What should we do now?" Alfredo asked in panic.

Only then did the soldiers discover Alfredo's existence. Before that, he had been huddled in the corner of the car, neither talking nor participating in the battle. He was like a pile of mud. The soldiers secretly called him the "Italian beggar."

"There is no way!" Qin Chuan replied: "The only way is to speed up and be ready to get off!"

If a convoy in the desert is discovered and followed by enemy aircraft, it will be as obvious as lice on a bald man's head, and he will be unable to escape no matter how hard he runs.

Now we can only hope that the British army will not allocate too much air power in this direction, or that the convoy can travel further before danger comes.

Colonel Slain obviously knew this, so the order to "advance at full speed" was quickly passed down.

The drivers pressed the accelerator to the bottom, and the car sped along the road at a speed of more than a hundred yards per hour. The soldiers in the car all looked nervous, and from time to time their heads popped out of the back compartment to look at the sky.

Finally, someone shouted: "Planes, British planes, they are coming!"