A four-wheeled armored vehicle passed through a ruin and slowly stopped on the side of the road. A German official poked his upper body out of the turret and saw a group of paratroopers with exhausted and wooden faces sitting on the side of the road. A large group of American soldiers sat opposite these people. A little different is that these Americans were confiscated their weapons.

"Hey, are you going to the 1st Paratrooper Division to go along this road?" The officer of the German armored force asked. But he obviously did not see Borol sitting with Donner, who was holding his gun and Donner with a thick bandage in his hand.

"If you're asking us questions, I've never introduced myself to us as 'Hey'." A German paratrooper stood up, patted the dust on his butt, walked to the wheels of the armored vehicle, and sneered: "If you think there's anything great about having a broken vehicle, we're here by plane."

His words made the paratroopers behind him burst into laughter, and the cruel battle made everyone nervous. Now that the battle has passed, everyone has relaxed, so the whistle and applause have made the place lively immediately.

Before we knew it, a high-power luxury car produced by the German Mercedes-Benz Motor Company drove here and stopped not far away. It was called a luxury car, but most of the luxurious parts on this car are gone now. The corners of the car are filled with mud and sand. The trembling of the engine can cause some sand to fall from the corner, which looks similar to the burial objects of the pharaoh who had just been unearthed.

Obviously, the ridicule of the paratroopers made the young armored scouts a little angry. He stood on his armored vehicle and stared at the group of paratroopers who were dressed similarly to the beggars. These people were no essential difference from the evil ghosts crawling out of hell. They were covered in blood and had a hideous face. In the eyes of American soldiers, they were even more terrifying. It is rumored that some German paratroopers could tear tanks with their hands and tear mutton with their hands.

No wonder they were afraid of being beaten by German paratroopers, because in a small city like Damanhul, there were at least 200 tank wreckages scattered in the ruins. General Student's paratroopers used their battle records to prove a fact that German paratroopers would not be defeated by enemy tanks.

"You are just talking to your commander?" There was no good excuse for getting angry. The corporal made a fuss about his military rank. After all, he felt that there were no decent big names among a group of soldiers who were no different from fugitives: "If you want to salute the commander, have you not seen my military rank?"

"Forget it, we are waiting for the troops behind us to send water and supplies. After all, we have been tired for so long. The division headquarters is walking along this road. We don't know exactly where the specific location is. After all, we have changed several places." Borol walked over, pushed away his subordinates who were glaring at him, smiled and pointed to the other side of the road, and spoke.

"Okay, since you don't want to say it, I'll ask others." The corporal curled his lips and was about to leave here. He thought that the paratroopers were obviously unwilling to tell him the truth, so he decided to go ahead and ask others.

"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, frowning with a grimace by the black smoke emitted by the armored vehicle. However, he still saw the huge goggles recognized by the entire African legion, and the broken car that was not much different from the unearthed cultural relics.

"General!" The corporal quickly jumped off his armored vehicle, stood beside Rommel, and stood attentively saluting: "Long live the head of state!"

Rommel ignored him, but walked to the paratroopers and stood attentively and saluted: "Thank you for coming here to support the African Legion's operations. I am General Erwin Rommel, the commander of the African Legion. It is a great honor to see you. As a German general, it is a very celebratory thing to be celebrated."

"Long live the head of state! General, it's great to see you." Borol stood attentively and saluted. He did not deliberately praise him. Rommel is already one of the household generals in Germany. His deeds of triumphant songs throughout Africa have been promoted by Fanny as an undefeated myth. The name of the desert fox has been sought after by the fanatical German people. Some American media even lamented: "Romel, damn Rommel, as long as you defeat him, it's okay to cost."

"I'm not that great. I rely more on you soldiers to fight in war." Rommel said, pulling over the armored soldier's corporal and coming to Borol. Then he used his other hand to pull the yellow raincoat covered outside Borol, revealing several medals inside: "I always think you are the most powerful combat heroes, now look at what the real combat heroes look like!"

At this time, the corporal who got off the armored vehicle saw clearly that the person who was talking to him was a battalion commander or a battalion commander with many medals. Even though he was just a soldier who had not participated in many battles and had fought in Africa for several months, he had seen at least the British assault medal. It proved that the veteran in front of him must have fought the local British battle.

"Yes, sorry! Sir! I didn't mean to offend you." The corporal quickly stood attentively and saluted. There was also a Tobrook Assault Medal on his chest. At this time, he straightened his chest straight. Obviously, this medal was also his proud capital.

"Sir! Have you caught Patton? General, you must catch that bastard!" At this time, the paratroopers had already stood up, standing in a neat queue. Although their clothes were messy, their bodies were still covered in blood, and their faces were covered with fatigue, they were still the most powerful warriors in this era, the warriors that made every general fall for.

"A few hours ago we captured a lot of American and British soldiers. The number was too large, and we didn't have time to count in detail." Rommel said proudly: "About dozens of acres of officers, and almost hundreds of acres of soldiers. We left so many prisoners and started attacking here with all the soldiers we could find."

His words did not exaggerate anything. Just an hour ago, the German armored troops were still fighting fiercely with Patton's rear guard. The two sides were in a mess in the desert. Patton's troops were really in chaos. Rommel's troops were also crowded together in a mess because the attack was too urgent.

Almost everyone made mistakes in the chaos. A tank opened fire at its own people running in front. After firing two shells, it was caught and reinforced the troops in front of it and stopped them. They all thought that the other party was an enemy. As a result, they did not know that they had made a mistake until they saw the Iron Cross on the tank.

What is even more incredible is that a team of German soldiers found a German armored command vehicle in the chaos, and then they asked themselves which direction they should attack. The other party pointed to the person who was commanding a tank to turn around not far away, and gave them a loud idea: "Go and ask General Rommel, he is there!"

Such a chaotic battle lasted for an entire hour, until Rommel took the only dozen tanks beside him through the US defense line, the chaotic battle came to an end. About 10,000 American soldiers were captured or defeated by the German army, dozens of tanks were destroyed by the German army, and the entire 8th Army's rear guard troops were almost wiped out.

Then Rommel began to chase and kill all the way. Along the way, the 8th Army soldiers who came to meet Patton and some of the 9th Army soldiers on the flank were all terrified to see German tanks moving through the crowds of people and advancing eastward. These soldiers who didn't know what to do were then surpassed by the Germans who were caught up and became prisoners squatting on both sides of the road.

If someone still remembers the 7th Armored Division who once broke through 100 kilometers a day on the land of France, and if someone still remembers the general Erwin Rommel, who was called the devil in the French Battle, then he would not be shocked by the German army's desperate attack speed today.

Maybe he had been in the desert for too long, maybe Tobrook's fleet attack and the steady attack on the front of Alexandria made people forget the man who was moving like a gust of wind, but this time he quickly stabbed his most deadly knife like lightning.

A general who only knows how to fight steadily cannot bring surprises to people, and in the end, these generals are undoubtedly labeled as mediocre; and a reckless general who only knows how to advance and attack cannot maintain his victory momentum after Akado's insistence and training, the current desert fox has transformed and has become a semi-finished fox far exceeding the other time and space. Rommel is definitely an opponent that can scare anyone. At least now, the entire Egypt is trembling under his chariot tracks.

He waved his hand, smiled at the German paratroopers staring at him in front of him, and said words to make everyone cheer: "Don't worry. The soldiers of the Empire will not sacrifice in vain. I will make them pay back what they owe us as quickly as possible!"
Chapter completed!