Six Hundred and Sixty-One 2 Teachers

"Where is the tank of the second battalion now?" A German military officer stared at his map, and asked loudly to the staff around him. Not far from him, a 150mm self-propelled howitzer was firing violently, as The commander of the 7th Armored Division, because the former division commander was Rommel, the famous commander-in-chief of the African Army, he was under great pressure.

After being appointed as the commander of the 7th Armored Division, it took Major General Prittwitz nearly half a year to secure his position as division commander. His predecessor, Admiral Rommel, did just that. He learned Rommel's style as much as possible, trying to integrate himself into the general environment of the Devil's 7th Armored Division.

So now his headquarters is less than 1 kilometer away from the front-line fighting area, and shells can even be seen falling not far away. However, the German master didn't even wear his steel helmet, but only put a big-brimmed hat on his head. This is also Rommel's signature attire, and this major general Plittwitz can be said to have learned it to the bone.

"The news just came, General, the troops of the 2nd Battalion of the 1st Regiment are now storming eastward here. One of their tanks has broken down and two more tanks have been destroyed." The staff officer pointed to the map and replied to his commander: " They repelled the American attack though, knocking out about 10 American tanks!"

"Order them to speed up the attack! I don't want to wait until General Rommel arrives here, and the battle is still going on!" General Prittwitz frowned and said depressedly: "Also, let the reserve team of the division headquarters go out, Repel the American troops directly in front, there is no need for any guards here, give an order immediately!"

"Yes! General!" The staff officer stood at attention and quickly ran to the armored command vehicle behind him. It was a modified command vehicle with a thick radio antenna on it. However, the interior space is relatively small, and most commanders would rather stop the vehicle. Standing outside the car to command, not far away squatting inside to enjoy a relatively safe crowded environment.

"General! General! The 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment on the front is calling. A large number of tanks are trying to break through the front of our army. They are trying to block the opponent, but there are too many opponents. They want our division to move back a certain distance to ensure safety. "A liaison officer ran to Major General Prittwitz and loudly reported the latest battle situation.

Major General Prittwitz looked at the officer, with a hint of disdain from a Prussian nobleman, and stretched out his hand to pat the liaison officer's chest, as if dusting him off: "You heard that When did the division headquarters of the 7th Panzer Corps retreat? It is ridiculous to suggest such a suggestion. Order the division reserve team to attack and drive the American tanks back!"

"But the general! This place is already within the coverage of the opponent's artillery! It's very dangerous!" The staff officer reminded his commander to pay attention to safety.

"When General Rommel led the 7th Division across France, several machine gun bullets hit his car! As the commander of the 7th Division,

Must stand with my soldiers! "General Prittwitz said loudly to his subordinates. After finishing speaking, he smiled and patted the shoulder of the liaison officer: "Go and tell the battalion commander of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment that I am here. don't go! "

But at this time, a shell fell not far away, splashing a piece of yellow sand. Everyone was taken aback by the shell. Several soldiers standing guard had already fallen down holding their helmets, but the reckless Plittwitz still had no intention of evading.

The order had been issued, and in a short while the German tanks around the division passed the position of Prittwitz, and they were going to move towards the area where the Americans counterattacked, blocking back the American tanks that broke through the German defense line.

"Boom!" A shell landed on the other side of the armored command vehicle. The body of the vehicle blocked the air wave caused by the explosion. Everyone was shaken by the sound of the shell explosion. Drowning in the flying sand, they hurried to where they had been hit, and found several officers in the dim smoke.

Fortunately, almost all the officers were fine, only a few people's ears were buzzing from the shells, but when people found their division commander, they found that a shrapnel had unfortunately hit him in the head.

"Medical soldiers! Hurry up! The division commander has been shot! Come on!" Along with the roar of German tank engines, many soldiers screamed. The medical soldiers rushed to the scene of the incident immediately, but they found that Major General Prittwitz was not breathing.

Although the commander of the 7th Armored Division was killed at around ten o'clock in the morning on this day, he still withstood the fierce attack of the American tank troops under the leadership of the deputy division commander. After the commander Rommel rushed to the scene, they also carried out a limited counterattack.

The battle lasted until 12:10 noon. The Americans lost 210 tanks and still had no intention of retreating. Patton had clearly issued a death order, and he did not intend to bring any tanks back to the area east of the Suez Canal. . However, in order to eliminate these 210 Allied tanks, Rommel's tank unit lost 45 tanks, most of which were Panther tanks, which also made Rommel feel distressed.

Beside the crater, Rommel, who was dressed in yellow sand and dusty, saw the body of his subordinate, Major General Prittwitz. This brave general was no different from reckless. I am satisfied that I can die on such an important battlefield.

Just behind Rommel, at a distance of about tens of meters, two 40mm Bofors self-propelled anti-aircraft guns in quadruple installations are adjusting their shooting angles. They are responsible for the air defense work of the African Army Command. The American attack has been repulsed, and it has become a relatively safe place.

"Where did the flank attack hit? The damn radio contact has not been restored yet?" Rommel finally asked his chief of staff after staring at the corpses of his subordinates for a while. He seemed to be in a bad mood. With a rare taste of anger.

Just as he was asking, a soldier at a guard post suddenly fired a warning shot. Everyone looked in the direction of the guard post, only to see a huge British command vehicle approaching at high speed not far away.

That car was a special command car for the British, and the German army had destroyed this kind of command car, so Rommel had seen the wreckage of this kind of car, but the front of this car was painted with the unique logo of the US Army, a white five-pointed star . So even Rommel became confused, unable to tell whether it was a British car or an American car.

"British? American?" Rommel frowned and muttered something in a low voice, while the security forces on the other side were already preparing to meet the enemy. Soon, a Panther tank drove over with its turret pointing at the enemy. Overtakes the approaching British command vehicle. This British command car is really big, it looks like a huge car body, it looks like an elephant.

"Ready to fire!" The officer in charge of security on the side has already issued a loud order to prepare to fire, but Rommel on the other side waved his hand and loudly denied the order to fire: "Have you ever seen an idiot attacking a tank with a car? When they get close, see what these idiots want to do!"

Soon, the car stopped next to Rommel's headquarters, just in front of the black guns of the German tanks. The people inside opened the doors, and these people were all wearing German military uniforms.

"Hey! This is the American command vehicle I captured! Why are you pointing the cannon at my booty?" Lieutenant General Strike, the commander of the 7th Armored Corps and the commander of another armored division. He hurriedly walked up to Rommel, showing off his achievements with a smile: "I repelled the American tank troops from the flanks, and now my men are chasing the remaining American soldiers."

"Are you crazy? Strike! How dare you drive a British car close to my headquarters, you know I almost ordered to shoot and destroy your broken car!" Rommel pointed at Strike and reprimanded loudly road.

"It doesn't matter! General! In that case, at most you will lose two armored division commanders in one day." Strike laughed loudly, and then pointed to the British car behind him: "The inside of this thing The space is very large, and it is very suitable for use as a headquarters and a room, and I deliberately came here to give it to you."

"Don't do this again next time, or I will really order to open fire and beat you to the sky!" Rommel punched Strike's chest with his fist, and walked towards the car that looked really good with a smile. Special armored command vehicle: "This vehicle is good, I like it very much, at least I can stand and stretch in it. Where is your army now, mark it on the map for me."

"My troops have cut into the left side of Patton's troops from the flanks, and now they can only retreat to the desert. I ordered a pursuit of 50 kilometers, and then returned here to stand by." Strike pointed to the map and reported his achievements: " The dust storm was a bit big, and the antenna of my command vehicle was snapped by the wind a few hours ago, so communication was lost."

"300 tanks, Patton lost about 300 tanks, isn't it too fast to retreat at this time?" Rommel suddenly felt that something was wrong, and immediately issued an order to stop the offensive: "Patton still has a reserve team that has not entered the battle. ! We have to gather our formation!"