Imperial Overlord

Wavell has been feeling a little too quick for his offense lately, even though his home country is hoping he can deliver a decisive victory. 【Full text reading】

Behind him, Can Anning, the always cautious naval commander, pulled out the Mediterranean Fleet for the first time and advanced to Matrouh to give him a strong momentum.

And also in distant Matrouh, the 6th Infantry Division from Australia was landing to serve as reinforcements for the entire British side.

Compared to when he just started to fight back, Admiral Wavell now has more cards, and he really has no excuse for refusing to continue attacking.

In theory, he had already defeated the Italian 10th Army, and with a little more effort, he could annihilate this old adversary.

As long as the Italian 10th Army was eliminated, the oil fields in Libya would be brought under British control - a blow that would be immeasurable for the Axis powers.

After this battle, Wavell became famous, and it is no exaggeration to be called the Army's own Nelson.

The premise is that as long as he takes Tobruk and occupies Benghazi. This is the great goal he set for himself.

It is worth mentioning that in the real history, Admiral Wavell really achieved this great feat, completely wiped out the Italian 10th Army and occupied most of Libya.

Until after Operation Sunflower, before Rommel arrived in North Africa and launched a counterattack, the British team led by Wavell was in a state of being alone in North Africa.

But now, Wavell squinted at Lieutenant General O'Connor beside him, and the uneasiness in his heart was even more difficult to restrain.

He opened his mouth and asked in a very low voice: "Are we advancing too fast, and in order to chase the Italians, we have chased our own team away."

"I have to say that there are too many Italian troops, and we should indeed gather our troops." Lieutenant General O'Connor replied.

The main force of the attack now is the British 7th Armored Division in the hands of Lieutenant General O'Connor, and the Indian 4th Infantry Division.

"My original plan was to stop when it reached Tobruk, but Mr. Prime Minister hopes that our victory will be more brilliant." Admiral Wavell said helplessly to his men.

The main reason why he went to the front line and attacked so desperately was because of domestic pressure that forced him to make such a choice.

Sometimes, it is not just decisions made by frontline commanders that determine how a war is fought, but also other constraints.

This is a comprehensive contest, a battle about the national fortune between the two countries, so it is of course integrated into the contest at the top of the country.

It is a pity that, at least so far, in this high-level contest, Germany is a plus point for the time being, while the UK side is a minus point.

"But if we stop now, it means that we have spared the Italian 10th Army and gave them some time to breathe..." Lieutenant General O'Connor spoke, expressing his concerns.

The main reason why Admiral Wavell has not made up his mind to give up the pursuit is precisely because of this.

If you easily give up the battle to kill the Italian 10th Army, it is tantamount to letting an opponent who has been defeated get up again.

This is not a consequence that Admiral Wavell can bear, because his forces are too limited, and there is no guarantee that he will win another regrouped enemy.

"Report! A reconnaissance team has lost contact." An officer walked up to Admiral Wavell and reported at attention.

Lieutenant General O'Connor waved his hand, and there are several reconnaissance teams that cannot be found every day. Some are simply lost in the desert, and some are eaten by the Italian army.

This is war after all, so there is no way to guarantee that your soldiers are in absolute safety. Counting the soldiers who disappeared before, it is definitely not surprising.

"Keep the troops moving!" After weighing the pros and cons, Admiral Wavell decided to continue the risk.

He couldn't sit back and watch the Italian 10th Army escape, even if it was a bait, it was definitely the most delicious bait in the world.

Even knowing the danger of forcibly attacking the Italian 10th Army, Wavell had to do everything he could to achieve the stated objective of the campaign.

So Wavell dropped the information from British intelligence agents in Italy that the Germans were heading south.

Those intelligence showed that dozens of German tanks had been sent to North Africa, and their whereabouts were unknown after that.

Intelligence agents deduced that the German tanks were either backed up to Italy or became a German special unit protecting the Libyan oil fields.

Finally, the information from afar also reminded Admiral Wavell not to go too deep into Libya to avoid encountering the more advanced tanks in the hands of these Germans.

"Go to **** with these German tanks!" he told himself in his heart: "If I kill the Italian 10th Army first, the Germans will be alone in Libya!"

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In the desert, on the turret of a British A9 tank, the commander held a telescope and saw the smoke billowing in the distance, frowned and put down the telescope in his hand.

"That's supposed to be an Italian tank... from Tobruk?" By this time they had advanced far enough.

So they suspected that they encountered the Italian rearguard stationed in Tobruk, and these tanks may be the last possession of the Italians.

In the desert, tanks are the support and cornerstone of the attack on both sides. In the vast wasteland, the tanks can be deployed very easily and form an attack formation.

"Get ready for battle! The Italian trash can't beat us at all! Don't worry, everyone!" He leaned out of his tank turret, looked at the enemy in the distance, and commanded confidently.

The distance between the two sides was quickly shortened to a distance of 800 meters. At this time, the distorted tanks could finally be distinguished from the telescope, which seemed to be different from the Italian tanks.

"Damn it! That's not an Italian M11! That's not!" the British tank commander shouted, putting down his binoculars again.

Before his words landed, the enemy tank on the opposite side opened fire, and the shells roared and flew over in an instant, startling the British tank commander.

But what made him even more panic happened soon. At a distance of less than 600 meters, a German No. 3 tank opened fire and hit a British A9 tank that was reversing.

The enormous force penetrated the frontal armor of the thin A9 tank, turning the tank into a pile of scrap metal with ease.

Because the shells inside were not detonated, the commander and driver in the British tank jumped out of the tank and avoided the enemy's attack in the hail of bullets.

"Quick! Report to the command! We encountered German tanks! We are being attacked by German tanks!" A commander loudly reminded his friendly troops, but the situation is now in chaos.

The German tanks, which already have an absolute advantage in number, are a huge scale of 50 once they are deployed, and there are more than two tanks in a deep formation.

The total number of British tanks that have advanced here is only 40, and the A9 tank is not an opponent of the No. 3 tank at all.

Rommel got it, but the new No. 3 tank has been replaced with a 50mm caliber cannon. Where can a tank of this level of A9 compete?

In the advancing chariot, the gunner of a German tank probably aimed at a poor target that was constantly reversing.

"Stop! I'm aiming at him!" Using the throat comm, the experienced gunner stopped his tank.

So the fast-moving No. 3 tank stopped in the smoke and dust it raised, and then the turret on the car body adjusted its direction slightly.

"Boom!" Soon, a flame erupted from the slender barrel, and then white smoke began to spread in front of the tank.

A powerful shot directly pierced the British tank that was reversing in the distance, and then the British tank was paralyzed on a section of uphill road, and the tracks were broken due to the vibration.

Unlike the lucky comrades in arms, the British crew members in this British tank were not able to escape. The wreckage of the tank quickly ignited a fire, and the temperature inside the car rose to an unbearable level in an instant.

The poor crew members were already roasted halfway through their climb, revealing half-charred corpses hanging from the scalding body of the car, which was about as hot as an oven.

"Destroy the target! Move on!" Seeing that the opponent's tank caught fire, the No. 3 tank that launched the attack slowly rolled its tracks again, moving its sturdy body.

A British shell from afar flew past the No. 3 tank and hit the mound in the distance, splashing a patch of sand.

In panic, the soldiers of the British 7th Armored Division did not have the calmness they had when facing the Italian M11 tanks~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They had A9 tanks and a small number of A10 tanks in their hands. They were skilled in training. In front of the members of the German tank crew, it was no different from a target.

Even these tanks did not have the deterrent effect of the French B1 tanks. At that time, the Germans could not destroy the B1 because of the thickness of the armor.

But now, these thin-skinned and large-stuffed cruiser tanks of the British are very easy to penetrate, and they are not equipped with any decent artillery, so they cannot pose a threat to German tanks...

"Boom!" In the blink of an eye, another British A10 tank was beaten to scrap metal.

The huge explosion turned the parts on this British tank into "shrapnel", and then these parts flew to other British tanks, making the British soldiers in the tank feel what is called "shrapnel rain".

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