Chapter 55 British Rifles

"Yes, General!" Colonel Slaine replied: "We are 80 kilometers away from Tobruk. If everything goes well, we can launch an attack on it in two hours!"

Rommel was silent for a while. Colonel Slaine guessed that Rommel was looking for the location of Lukadai on the map and discussing related issues with his staff.

About ten minutes later, Rommel called back: "Colonel, did you pass through Tugla?"

"Yes, General!" Colonel Slaine replied: "We occupied it and blew up its warehouse, as did Tengetel, and we will do the same to Lukadai's warehouse!"

"Well done, Colonel!" Rommel replied: "Please forgive my excessive words just now, your victory is 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 to 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 his 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 Tengetel. Now, they must know that it is an empty city. They will know that you are heading towards Tobruk soon. They will do everything possible to intercept you and set up defenses in Tobruk. You must arrive and launch an attack before they are ready, otherwise, it will be very difficult to win!"

Colonel Slaine's face changed. He knew that what Rommel said made sense. The reason why it was so smooth before was largely because the British army did not have time to react.

But now, if the British knew that their next target was Tobruk... then everything would be different.

So Colonel Slaine immediately ordered: "Set off immediately, target Tobruk!"

This time, the soldiers were not as lucky as before to get a good night's sleep. In fact, even if some of them could sleep, they could not sleep at this time, because the sun had risen high at this time, and the temperature in the carriage had reached more than 50 degrees, as hot as in an oven.

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

"We are going to fight with British rifles?" Werner looked a little worried.

It is not impossible to fight with enemy rifles, but if the entire army fights with enemy 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 firepower matching between enemy rifles, submachine guns, machine guns and other equipment... These are systems that are matched according to range and firepower.

"This is just in case!" Kuhn replied: "We can't get any support or supplies... But our cars are loaded with boxes of British ammunition and weapons. If the bullets are used up, we 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, and the soldiers knew how to operate it as long as they fiddled with it.

The problem is... I'm used to the accuracy and firing rate of K98K. It's impossible to be proficient in the battlefield if I fiddle with the Enfield a few times without necessary training, especially since the battlefield doesn't give you much time to adapt. Many people may have become 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 bullets can better reflect its value 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!"

Qin Chuan was inexplicably moved when he heard these words, although he knew that part of the reason why the soldiers said these words was for their own interests... As they said, leaving the bullets to Qin Chuan can provide them with better cover on the battlefield.

However, this is also a recognition and trust of Qin Chuan, and it can even be said that he handed his life to Qin Chuan.

While the soldiers were discussing, the rumbling sound of an airplane engine was heard again in the air.

The soldiers stopped talking and looked up, although they could not see through the iron roof of the car (Note: The rear compartment of the "Matador" car has a roof).

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

Qin Chuan knew what Werner meant by this. The so-called message was just like the last time, asking the convoy to keep 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 the soldiers' terrified eyes.

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

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

The soldiers only then discovered Alfredo's existence. Before that, he had been curled up in the corner of the car, not speaking or participating in the battle, like a pile of mud. The soldiers secretly called him "Italian beggar".

"There is no way!" Qin Chuan replied: "We can only speed up and be ready to get off the car!"

If the convoy in the desert is discovered and tracked by enemy aircraft, it will be as obvious as lice on a bald head, and you can't run away no matter how you run.

Now we can only hope that the British air force allocated to this direction will not be too much, or the convoy can travel more distance before the danger comes.

Colonel Slaine obviously knew this, so the order of "full speed" was quickly passed down.

The drivers stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car rushed on the road at a speed of more than 100 yards per hour. The soldiers in the car were all nervous, and from time to time they popped their heads out of the back car to look at the sky.

Finally, someone shouted: "Plane, British plane, they are coming!"