Four Hundred and Ninety-Three 4 Countries

In the yellow sand, a German military officer saw the first soldier of the 7th Armored Division who entered the sight of the German army. The soldier was carrying his rifle in frustration, his body was covered in dust, and a tattered scarf was covering his face.

The soldier was wearing Italian army shorts, leggings and desert yellow military shoes. He walked staggeringly, taking difficult steps, like an Egyptian mummy, making people look a little scary.

A German soldier quickly climbed out of the trench and ran to his companions. While running, he took out his water bottle, unscrewed the lid and handed it to the German soldier returning to the camp.

The soldier took the kettle, pulled off the scarf, exposed his dry lips, and poured clear water into his mouth, as if it was the best champagne in the world, which could heal all the ailments in his body. There was a gurgling sound, and the soldier drank all the water in the kettle. He nodded gratefully to the comrade who stayed at the relay station, and thanked in a hoarse voice: "Thank you very much."

Soon, more and more soldiers appeared in the desert, and on the other side, German tanks and armored vehicles also began to enter the German-occupied area. They got supplies and fuel, and the scene seemed a bit chaotic.

An open car drove into the camp, was stopped by the guards, and was soon released. As soon as the car drove deeper into the German camp, it stopped in front of a camouflaged forward fortification.

Rommel jumped out of the car dragging his exhausted body, then threw his gloves on his seat, and strode into this temporary wartime command post. In this command post, General Friedrich of the German 7th Infantry Army and General Garibaldi, commander of the Italian army, were waiting for Rommel, who had just arrived here.

"Long live Führer Akado Rudolf!" Seeing Rommel walking in, Frederick stood at attention and saluted: "General, thank you for your hard work."

"Long live the Führer!" Rommel returned the salute, then took off his windbreaker covered in yellow sand, threw it on a chair beside him, glanced at the Italian general Garibaldi sitting beside him, nodded his head, and then asked Said: "Why don't you support me with fuel and ammunition, let me carry out a partial counterattack in the evening?"

"General Rommel, the telegram from the head of state arrived yesterday afternoon. The Supreme Command strictly ordered us to rest on the spot and stabilize the situation first." Friedrich smiled helplessly and handed the telegram to Rommel: " Therefore, we have been ordered not to provide any logistical supplies to support your counterattack plan."

"What a great opportunity, just missed." Rommel slapped the table angrily, and complained: "If you give me the strength of two divisions, I can push another 100 kilometers eastward and fight back to my retreat. position. At least two more British divisions could be wiped out, and perhaps a few thousand more Americans would be captured!"

"Your troops need rest,

What they need most now is hot food and water, and then lie down in the tent and have a good sleep. General Garibaldi of Italy spread his hands and said, "It's not a battle." "

Rommel took the hot coffee handed to him by General Frederick, looked at the steaming black coffee, reflected his own face: "You are right, I really need to take a break. Beware of the British The offensive against the Americans depends on you, General Frederick, and I will go to sleep."

"Have a good night's sleep, Your Excellency General." General Frederick said to Rommel with a smile: "The order of the head of state did not relieve you of the commander-in-chief of the African Army, so the next battle command will depend on you. decision making."

"Didn't I be relieved of my command?" Rommel was taken aback for a moment, and then fell silent. He didn't expect that after the fiasco, Akado's trust in him remained the same as before. Instead of blaming him, he didn't even deprive him of the command of the front line.

"Of course you haven't been relieved of your command." Frederick said with a smile: "But the head of state wants me to remind you that within a few days, don't try to counter any provocations by the British army. After all, our troops need to rest."

Rommel nodded, then relaxed, leaned back on the chair, rested his head on his dusty windbreaker, and fell asleep.

Hearing the sound of Rommel's slight sound sleep, Frederick stood up and led Garibaldi and the two of them tiptoe out of the concealed temporary front-line command post. After closing the door, Frederick pointed helplessly at the door of the room: "This El, took over our command post and drove us all out."

"General Rommel is also very tired. I heard that he hasn't slept properly for several days." Garibaldi walked out with his hands behind his back, looking at General Frederick: "I know you I have prepared a counterattack, but I have been suppressing it and have not implemented it, can you tell me why?"

"General Rommel launched the Battle of Tunisia a few days ago. In fact, the entire combat plan violated the order of the Army General Staff." Frederick smiled and said to General Garibaldi: "And General Rommel's Chasing and building made this a miserable failure, so I can only be more cautious."

Garibaldi didn't speak, just looked at Frederick with a smile, as if he was waiting.

"Okay! I admit that I have other thoughts in it." Frederick sighed helplessly and said, "Rommel disobeyed orders, but I can't continue to disobey orders. After all, I have to prove to the head of state that there is an unrest in North Africa." Rommel, the other Frederick is a stable... Only in this way can they make up for each other and reassure the Supreme Command.”

Garibaldi nodded: "This is what I'm more afraid of, so I advise you not to act rashly. If you launch a counterattack this time, even if you win, there is a high probability that you or General Rommel will be transferred from the North Africa."

This time it was Frederick who looked at Garibaldi with a smile, and was also waiting for Garibaldi to explain his words.

"Okay! I surrender!" Garibaldi explained jokingly: "My commanding combat ability is mediocre. If I don't have some political vision, how can I sit in this position?"

"You! It would be great if the Italians spared some other thoughts to fight the war." Frederick shook his head and walked to the distance: "I'm going to inspect the retired officers and soldiers. Come with me if you are interested."

"I'm interested! Of course I'm interested! It's not uncommon for Germans to flee back in embarrassment!" Garibaldi followed up with a smile. Just now, Frederick satirized Italy, but he immediately countered back.

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"General Patton! We didn't even launch a probing attack, so we ran away in such a desperate way?" Montgomery sat in the car, looked at Patton who kept looking into the distance, and asked.

Barton held the cigar in his hand, exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a smile: "I advocate offense, but I'm not stupid! If it's cheap, you Montgomery would have already done it by yourself, so why wait for me? You stop in the south in the afternoon. I ordered the attack, and I was waiting for Rommel's counterattack, right? Don't you know that I also ordered the defense at that time?"

"It's comfortable to cooperate with smart people." Montgomery laughed, pointed to the retreating British and American allied forces beside the car, and said, "In short, I don't want to spend the night in front of the German positions, it's so dangerous. Long Mei Er's troops have no ability to fight back, but the other German troops can't tell when they will fight back."

"This time is a good start, and my goal has been achieved. So I retreated!" Patton said proudly: "I have seen several new weapons of the German army. We defeated the main force of the German army. The army, so the weapons are relatively comprehensive, and most of them have already begun to be transferred to Cairo and sent back to the United States for research.”

"You Americans, you must reap benefits as soon as you make a move." Montgomery said jokingly.

"MP-44 assault rifle, G43 rifle, G4 general-purpose machine gun, and the wreckage of the Leopard tank and the wreckage of the wheeled armored vehicle." Patton smiled and said: "These are all good things that the United States wants to study. .It's a pity that I didn't shoot down a f. It's a pity."

"Will your U.S. military's blatant participation in the war cause Germany's hostility and cause the two countries to declare war?" Montgomery asked. He really hopes that this attack by the Americans will anger the Germans and cause a declaration of war between the two countries. In this way, the world situation is different. At least Britain is no longer alone.

"I don't care about this anymore. I'm only responsible for fighting and winning the war." Barton closed his eyes and enjoyed his cigar, not saying anything more to Montgomery. Politics is obviously not his strong point. Before coming here, his boss had warned him to keep his big mouth in check.

Instead, it was his staff officer sitting in the front row, who looked back and explained with a smile: "In fact, the relationship between the United States and Germany has not been good since 1937. Merchant ships, the officials of the German army also turned a blind eye to our protests—so this time we sent troops to North Africa in the name of volunteers, and they couldn’t say anything.”

Montgomery nodded, no longer asked any more questions, but concentrated on looking at the map. He needs to carefully analyze the German army's next action goal, so that he can take precautions in advance before the battle begins.