Six Hundred and Seventy Debt Repayment

A 4-wheeled armored vehicle crossed the ruins and stopped slowly on the side of the road. A German military officer leaned his upper body out of the turret and saw a group of paratrooper colleagues with tired and dumb faces sitting on the road. On the side, and opposite these people, sat a large group of American soldiers. The slight difference was that these Americans had all their weapons confiscated.

"Hey, is it along this road to go to the headquarters of the 1st Paratrooper Division?" the officer of the German armored force asked. However, he obviously didn't see Bolor who was sitting with Donna, who was holding his gun and his hands were wrapped in thick bandages.

"If you're asking us a question, I've never introduced myself as 'hey'." A German paratrooper stood up, dusted his ass, walked to the wheel of the armored vehicle, and sneered: " If having a crappy car is anything to go by, we're flying here."

His words made the paratroopers behind him burst into laughter. The brutal battle made everyone tense up. Now that the battle is over, everyone has relaxed, so the sound of whistles and applause made the place lively immediately. .

Unknowingly, a high-power luxury car produced by the German Mercedes-Benz Motor Company drove here and stopped not far away. It is said to be a luxury car, but now most of the luxury parts on this car are gone. The corners of the car are full of sand, and the vibration of the engine can make some sand fall from the corners. The funeral objects of the pharaoh just unearthed are similar.

Apparently the ridicule of the paratroopers made the young armored scout a little annoyed. He stood on his armored vehicle and stared at the group of paratroopers who were dressed similarly to beggars. These people are no different from the evil ghosts crawling out of hell. They are covered in blood and have hideous faces. In the eyes of American soldiers, they are even more terrifying. It is rumored that some German paratroopers can tear tanks with their hands—just like tearing mutton with their hands.

It is no wonder that they were scared by the German paratroopers, because in Damanhur, a small city that was originally unknown, there are at least 200 scattered tank wrecks lying among the ruins. The paratroopers under General Student used their record to prove the fact that German paratroopers will not be defeated by enemy tanks.

"Is that how you talk to your chief?" There really was no good excuse to get mad, and this corporal made a fuss about his military rank. After all, he felt that among a group of soldiers who were no different from deserters, there was probably nothing. A decent big shot: "You have to salute when you see the officer. Haven't you seen my rank?"

"Forget it, we'll wait here for water and supplies from the troops behind. After all, we've been tired for so long. The division headquarter is walking along this road. We don't know exactly where it is. There are several places." Bolor came over, pushed away his glaring subordinates, pointed to the road with a smile, and said.

"Well, since you don't want to talk about it, I'll ask someone else.

"The corporal pouted and was about to leave here. He thought that these paratroopers were obviously unwilling to tell him the truth, so he decided to go to the front and ask other people.

"You! Come back! Get out of the car!" Suddenly a voice sounded from behind him, and then he saw a general standing at the rear of his armored vehicle, already smothered by the black smoke from the armored vehicle. But he still saw the huge goggles that the entire African Legion knew, and the dilapidated car that was not much different from the unearthed cultural relics.

"General!" The corporal quickly jumped out of his armored vehicle, stood beside Rommel, and stood at attention to salute: "Long live the Führer!"

Rommel ignored him, but walked up to the paratroopers, stood at attention and saluted: "Thank you for coming here to support the African Army. I am General Erwin Rommel, the commander of the African Army. I can see It is a great honor for you. As a German general, it is a great cause for celebration to be able to fight alongside these brave soldiers like you."

"Long live the Führer! General, it's great to see you." Boroll stood at attention and saluted. He didn't try to flatter Rommel. Rommel was already one of the well-known generals in Germany. Propaganda has become an undefeated myth, and the name of the desert fox has been extremely sought after by the fanatical German people. Some American media even lamented: "Rommel, damn Rommel, as long as he is defeated, it will pay any price."

"I'm nothing special. The battle is more about relying on you soldiers to fight." Rommel said as he pulled the armored corporal and came to Boroll. Then he used his other hand to tear off the yellow raincoat that Boroll was wearing, revealing several medals inside: "I always think that you are the most powerful fighting heroes, now let's see what the real fighting heroes look like." look!"

At this time, the corporal who got off the armored vehicle could see clearly whether the person talking to him was a battalion commander or a battalion commander who had many medals. Even though he is just a soldier who has not participated in many battles and has only fought in Africa for a few months, he has seen several medals shown off by the veterans around him-at least the British Assault Medal proves that The veteran in front of him must have fought the British Continental Campaign.

"Yes, I'm sorry! Sir! I didn't mean to offend you." The corporal quickly stood at attention and saluted. He also had a Tobruk Assault Medal on his chest. proud capital.

"Sir! Have you caught Patton?" "General, you must catch that bastard!" At this time, the paratroopers had all stood up, and they stood in a neat line, although their clothes were messed up, and even though their bodies were still covered with Bloodstained, although each of their faces is full of exhaustion, but they are still the most powerful fighters in this era, the fighters that make every general fall for them.

"A few hours ago we captured a lot of American and British soldiers. The number is too many, and we don't have time to count them in detail." Rommel said proudly: "About tens of acres of officers, and there are almost a few hundred soldiers. Acres of soldiers. We left so many captives, and with all the soldiers we could find, set out to attack here."

What he said was not exaggerating. Just an hour ago, the German armored forces were still fighting fiercely with Patton's rearguard forces. The two sides were in a mess in the desert. The offense is too urgent, so they are also crowded together in a mess.

In the chaos, almost everyone made a mistake. A tank opened fire on its own people running in front. After firing 2 shells, it was stopped by the troops who caught up with the reinforcements and were "attacked by the enemy"-they They all thought that the opponent was the enemy, but they didn't know they were wrong until they saw the Iron Cross on the tank.

What is even more unbelievable is that a group of German soldiers found a German armored command vehicle during the chaos, and then they asked which direction they should attack, and the other party pointed to a tank not far away to turn around. He gave them advice loudly: "Ask General Rommel, he's over there!"

Such a chaotic battle lasted for an entire hour, and it was not until Rommel passed through the US defense line with only a dozen tanks beside him that the chaotic battle came to an end. About 10,000 American soldiers were killed. The German army was captured or defeated, dozens of tanks were destroyed by the German army, and the entire rear guard of the Eighth Army was almost wiped out.

Then Rommel started chasing and killing all the way. The soldiers of the 8th Army who came to join Patton along the way and some soldiers of the 9th Army on the flanks all saw German tanks advancing eastward through the crowds of people in horror. The good soldiers were overtaken by the overtaking German army and became captives squatting on both sides of the road.

If anyone still remembers the 7th Armored Division that once penetrated 100 kilometers a day on the land of France, if anyone still remembers the general Erwin Rommel who was called the devil in the French campaign, then he will not be sorry The speed with which the Germans advanced so recklessly today was astounding.

Maybe the days in the desert were too long, maybe Tobruk’s fleet surprise attack and Alexandria’s steady attack made people forget the man who was as fast as the wind, but this time he pierced his deadliest attack as fast as lightning. one knife.

A general who only knows how to fight steadily cannot bring surprises to people, and in the end such generals will undoubtedly be labeled as mediocre; and a reckless general who only knows how to advance and attack cannot maintain his momentum of victory. Persistence and training, the current desert fox has transformed into a semi-finished fox far beyond another time and space. The current Rommel is definitely an opponent enough to scare anyone. For now, at least, all Egypt trembled under the treads of his chariot.

He waved his hand, smiled at the German paratroopers staring at him in front of him, and said something that made everyone cheer: "Don't worry. The soldiers of the Empire will not die in vain. What they owe us, I will use the most Bring them back quickly!"

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the desert not far from Damanhur, and said firmly: "I am Rommel. If you fight for the speed of attack, there is only one person who can keep pace with me-but it is a pity that that person is called Guderian is a German... not Barton!"