Imperial Overlord

Without making the British wait too long, or at all, Rommel set off with his troops a few days after occupying Matrouh.

On the premise that the Matru port facilities behind him have not been fully repaired and the supplies in his hands are not sufficient, he let the Afrikaans Corps in his hands go into the attack.

On the day the offensive began, the German vanguard occupied Zavier Haron, and Rommel himself then arrived there.

It was a gamble directed and acted by Rommel, and the Afrikaans decided to use their insufficient ammunition and fuel to scare off the British troops stationed in El Alamein.

If the operation is successful, the Germans will occupy Alamein without blood, leaving only a short distance of 90 kilometers from the Nile delta.

What does 90 km distance mean? It means that from here, the German armored forces can hit the city of Alexandria within a day!

For England, for the English team in Egypt, this is absolutely intolerable.

If the Germans took Alexander, the problem of insufficient port handling capacity that had been plaguing the Germans and Italians would disappear.

The German army in North Africa will receive sufficient supplies, and the British army will be defeated like a mountain, losing the Suez Canal and Cairo...

These places have been lost, so why is there any need to fight the war? This answer is in everyone's heart, but everyone is reluctant to say it.

More than 100 No. 3 improved tanks of the 1st regiment of the 15th Armored Division unfolded on the battlefield, with rolling sand and dust, they rushed towards Fouquet in one breath.

A few hours later, the armored reconnaissance company of the vanguard entered Fouquet and planted the **** flag of the Third Reich on this small town with a population of only 1,800.

The local houses looked very rudimentary, and some even collapsed due to disrepair. Most of the German armored forces did not enter the city, but went to the farther targets along the road.

Like a sandstorm from the desert, the German mechanized troops were advancing at roughly the same speed as the British reconnaissance troops were retreating.

When Cunningham learned that the opposing enemy attack had crossed the cordon Fouquet, Rommel's army had actually killed near Daiba.

It's definitely not a joke, the tanks and armored vehicles of Rommel's armored forces are advancing at almost the speed of the march, without any pauses.

"Damn it! Is Rommel crazy? Or did he get enough fuel supplies?" Cunningham stood by the radio and hadn't left for several hours.

In these few hours, he learned that Rommel's army did not stop to rest in the Fouquet area, but killed Daiba in one breath.

Where is Deba? Daiba is only a few dozen kilometers away from El Alamein! God forbid, from there, it would take just one assault to get to where Cunningham is standing now.

Seeing Rommel so aggressively spread out his stance for the decisive battle against Alamein, Cunningham's heart didn't feel low.

He had always determined that it was impossible for Rommel to get enough supplies from Matrouh, but what happened in front of him really didn't seem like an illusion.

"No! No! Rommel is crazy, but he's not crazy! Certainly, something must have changed!" Cunningham muttered in a panic.

He looked at the commander of the Australian 6th Infantry Division next to him and asked, "You... did you destroy the port facility at Matrouh?"

"It's absolutely true, Your Excellency General!" Although his heart was full of contempt, the teacher replied solemnly.

Cunningham also felt that he was a little too nervous. When he was retreating from Matrouh, he was the one who saw the port being bombed with his own eyes. It was ridiculous to doubt his own men at this time.

"Yeah! I watched the sappers blow up the port with my own eyes, and Matrou should have no problem..." Cunningham shook his head, denying his guess.

He has calmed down to some extent now, realizing that even if Matru is handed over to the Germans intact, the other party will not be able to get enough supplies from Matru's pitiful dock in a short time!

After all, it was Matrouh, a port that also had insufficient throughput. There is nothing to doubt about this, and thinking of this, Cunningham thought of another possibility.

So he asked again: "Do you think that the Germans secretly transformed Berdy?"

Beldi is the small port on the border between Libya and Egypt, where the Italian army was still surrounded by the Indian 4th Infantry Division commanded by Admiral Wavell and Lieutenant General O'Connor.

"Although I haven't seen Berdi, the map says it's smaller than Matrouh." The commander of the 6th Australian Infantry Division opened his mouth and replied again.

Although he had not participated in Operation Compass and had not seen Berdi, the Australian 6th Infantry Division had seen Matrouh.

Since the map says that a small port like Matrou is bigger than that Baierdi, you can imagine how pitifully small Baierdi is.

Cunningham moved the port he needed to worry about again into Libya—Tobruk appeared in his mind.

Then, the commander of the Nile Army shook his head and laughed at his own thoughts: Tobruk is so far away from the front line, even if he has the throughput, he doesn't need to worry.

Unless the Germans can convince God to help build a railway from Tobruk to Matrouh overnight.

What a joke, if the Germans can really ask God to fix the railways, why bother to fight? Wouldn't it be easier to ask God to let Churchill die?

Having said that, maybe the head of state in Germany is praying every day now, asking God to let Churchill die immediately?

Since Churchill is not dead, it means that God is not on the side of the Germans - and of course God will not help Rommel build the railway.

Unconsciously, Cunningham, who had completed a logical derivation in his mind, thought again: Could it be that Rommel is really crazy?

I recalled the steps of the enemy's attack, from Zawiya Haron to Fouquet, and then from Fouquet to Daiba...

There doesn't seem to be any sign of a guilty conscience... Wait a minute, no sign of a guilty conscience? sign! Cunningham suddenly remembered yesterday, he was in the office watching a few officers play cards during the break!

A person who has a good hand is very strong - but on the other hand, a person who has a bad hand will also pretend to be righteous.

Don't let your opponents know what you're thinking, use aggressive bets to scare off your opponents, in poker, that's called stealing chickens!

Rommel is stealing chickens! After Cunningham had this thought in his head, he couldn't get rid of it.

"Rommel is stealing chickens! He is trying to use intimidation to let us give up Alamein!" Cunningham made his own judgment. He seemed to have found the enemy's flaw at this moment!

"Let all the soldiers enter the fighting state and prepare to meet Rommel's attack!" Cunningham leaned back against Alexandria, and his defense was full of confidence.

This is also the reason why he is dragged down by Alexandria behind him, and there is no way to retreat. If Cunningham was in Matrouh at this time, he might not be so determined.

He would leave Matrouh without hesitation, just as he had resolutely done a few days earlier - when he even disobeyed Churchill's orders, he had no persistence left.

This time, with Alexander on his back, Cunningham no longer has the capital to retreat. He can only rely on the distance and Alexandria behind him to fight the frontal Afrikaans.

"Distribute the ammunition! Immediately! I want to fight Rommel to the death in El Alamein! Never take a step back!" He seemed to have forgotten the previous retreat and avoidance, showing a determined expression.

And just not ten kilometers in front of Cunningham, the Italian artillery units were deploying their cannons.

Dozens of 105mm caliber field guns have been lined up all the time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The dark muzzles point to the sky little by little.

And closer to the British defenders' positions, the German and Italian infantry were ready to attack, and in front of them were tanks that had already started their engines.

Rommel held a telescope and looked at the British positions in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

Not far from him, Lieutenant General Alfred, the chief of staff, was holding a pocket watch, checking the time from time to time.

"Your Excellency! The time you set is up, do you really want to launch an attack?" Lieutenant General Alfred asked reluctantly when he saw that the hour and minute hands were pointing to the position.

"Tentative attack! Start!" Putting down the telescope, Rommel gave the order expressionlessly.

It can be seen that he is also very nervous at this moment. Because the voice was too low, no one could hear what he was muttering.

Maybe praying to God, maybe just calculating the timing and implementation of some tactics - he was muttering anyway.

It's too late to pray at this time, right? Lieutenant General Alfred looked at Rommel and thought helplessly.

"The attack begins!" Grabbing the phone with the temporarily laid telephone line at hand, Lieutenant General Alfred gave the order to start the attack.

After a few seconds of pause, the cannon roared loudly from the Italian artillery position behind him.

Then, the smoke from the artillery shells rose from the British positions-on September 16, the Afrikaans killed all the way from Baierdi to El Alamein, and finally ushered in their first real combat operation.

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