Imperial Overlord

When the German tank tracks rolled forward in the desert, most of the British team were still sharing their carefully prepared breakfast.

And General Cunningham waited anxiously in his headquarters, and the final result was the news that the entire flanking armored force had lost contact.

The last communication is that the tank units are reporting the number of tanks of the enemy, using a very pessimistic adjective - several times ours.

"Your Excellency! According to our information, there are at least 150 German tanks on the southern front, which is more than the 7th Armored Division can bear!" An officer said worriedly to Cunningham.

In fact, the tank units of the 7th Armored Division have always been in a state of dissatisfaction, and this time the tanks were scattered by Cunningham, which did not form a real combat effectiveness at all.

"Sir! Frontal! There is something wrong with the frontal attack!" Just when Cunningham was still hesitating, wondering what this German counterattack meant, another officer rushed in.

He shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door, obviously frightened. Because his emotions were too excited, it took him a long time to calm down and reluctantly said what he wanted to express.

"Sir...sir!" He said with a trembling voice: "The frontal... The 30 tanks that attacked frontally were, were, destroyed!"

"Wreck? How many were destroyed?" Cunningham suddenly had a very bad feeling, but it wasn't clear yet.

"All, all destroyed!" The officer was also frightened by what happened in front of him in an instant.

When more than 30 cruise tanks rushed to the German positions, suddenly the Italian defense line seemed to come alive, and countless anti-tank guns roared.

Where is this army that has no supplies and is about to run out of ammunition and food. This is clearly an army that has been planning for a long time, waiting for the enemy to attack to fight a war of annihilation!

The battle was almost over from the beginning. Thirty cruise tanks were destroyed, and the frontal attacking infantry were so frightened that they did not even have the courage to turn back, so they retreated to the position from which they had started.

As an observer of this attack, the officer saw the terrifying picture in front of him and saw that his tank was ruthlessly destroyed, so he was so frightened that he hurried to report the situation.

"There are a lot of German tanks on the flanks, and the Italians in the front have more than 40 anti-tank guns? What are you kidding?" Cunningham looked at his men with an unbelievable expression on his face.

He still can't figure out whether his subordinates are making excuses for cowardice, or whether the size of the German army is really beyond his imagination.

"The scale of the enemy is so large, where did they get the fuel? Where did they get the ammunition?" Cunningham was full of doubts, and now he couldn't understand what was wrong with what was happening in front of him.

"Boom!" Just when he was still thinking about the problem in his mind, a cannonball landed on the open space in the distance, setting off a piece of yellow sand. The sound made everyone in the headquarters shrink their necks involuntarily.

"Damn! General! The Italians may be ready to fight back! They're shelling our defenses!" an officer shouted nervously, looking at the dust from the explosion that had not yet landed in the distance.

"Calm down!" Cunningham replied, then looked at the communications commander: "Let the Egyptian Auto Force go south and fight back!"

His orders were so simple and clear that everyone could hear the ruthlessness and ruthlessness in his orders.

This is obviously to let the Egyptians inquire about the reality of the enemy's armored forces, so as to withdraw more time for their main forces to retreat.

Just as Cunningham ordered the Egyptian forces to counterattack south, the engines of Stalker tank destroyers, disguised with planks and branches as a clump of desert vegetation, on Italian defensive positions roared.

Its huge sloping armor plate smashed through the wooden stakes blocking the road in front of it, and the crawler rolled over the yellow sand, and slowly climbed out of the hiding bunker.

Not far away, in another bunker, the same scene appeared at the same time. The second Stalker tank destroyer broke through the camouflage, and rolled forward with the camouflage of the swaying plants on the top.

"Counterattack! For the Kingdom of Italy!" In the trenches, an Italian officer shouted the order to attack.

Under the urging of his shouts, the Italian soldiers jumped out of their trenches and bunkers with their rifles with bayonets inserted.

Who said Italy only has noodles? Who Says Italian Soldiers Can't Fight? These carefully selected Italian soldiers are using their actual actions to prove that Italy also has its own soldiers!

"Come on!" A soldier held his rifle, and the bright bayonet in front of the muzzle shone with a cold light in the early morning sun.

Because the desert climate is cold at night, some Italian soldiers are still wrapped in sheets and other things to keep out the cold, as if they are wearing camouflage cloaks.

Soon, behind them, the German Stalker tank destroyers overtook these Italian infantry.

In the steel torrent on the front, in addition to the 40 Stalker tank destroyers, there are also 10 No. 4 tanks from the 21st Armored Division used to cover these tank destroyers.

Following these tanks and tank destroyer bodies were the armored vehicles and trucks of Rommel's 90th Infantry Division.

Although the number is small, it can be mixed in the Italian infantry, and it has played a good role in supporting and driving.

With the support of artillery, these soldiers rushed to the British position in one breath, giving Cunningham no time to react at all.

"The first attack is the general attack. General Rommel is really tough." Garibaldi watched his army launch a counterattack, put down the telescope in satisfaction, and praised Rommel beside him.

As commander of the Italian army, he was very satisfied with the performance of his men. They were no different from quails when they took over this unit from Marshal Graziani.

Now, at least these soldiers can be called real soldiers! They are attacking the enemy, at least they look brave and tenacious!

"After all, I have to be in a hurry." Rommel did not pay attention to the counterattack position in front of him, because he already knew that he won this battle.

From half an hour ago, the reconnaissance and infiltration team sent back the news that after confirming that the main British force had not retreated, he already knew that he was winning.

The temporary supply capability provided by the floating dock for the front line, the development and innovation of technology and engineering direction, endows the battlefield with more possibilities.

Frankly speaking, if it was ten years or even a year ago, Cunningham, the British commander, would have been a good commander.

But now, Rommel has to give his evaluation of Cunningham very regretfully: General, you are out of date!

In the past day, a full 30 Junkers ju-52 transport aircraft from Benghazi have landed at the barely repaired Matrouh Airport.

These transport planes brought in dozens of tons of supplementary fuel—a supplementary transportation plan for an accident at a floating dock, and Goering had paid for his oil fields in Africa.

With the completion of the floating dock, the transport fleet behind the Italian fleet methodically sent thousands of tons of materials to Matrou-the war has changed its appearance since this time.

The problem of insufficient transportation capacity in North Africa has been largely solved with the invention and innovation of one technology and the change in the level of attention at the national level.

Unfortunately, Cunningham could not have foreseen this change. How could he have imagined that the Germans could drag a pier from Italy to Matrouh and have it installed in a day?

What is even more depressing is that there are cranes on this towed pier, which can load and unload a large amount of materials - more advanced than Matrou's original pier?

Just like in the real history, Rommel and Hitler could not think of any way to get a lot of supplies in Normandy, which had no ports.

Cunningham can't think of any way for the Germans to conjure up supplies and organize such a counterattack on an unimaginable scale.

"It seems that El Alamein is ours." General Garibaldi smiled and sent Rommel to the increasingly worn-out convertible in the distance.

Rommel nodded as he walked: "I think if this counterattack goes well, not only Alamein, but Alexander may be ours!"

"Alexander?" Garibaldi was stunned for a moment, and he muttered the name of the place blankly. For him, it was a good place, a place that was once very far away, farther than the horizon!

Now, if all goes well, when they stop, the distance to Alexandria is only 10 kilometers or less.

Alexander, who used to be far away, this time, like a roasted duck, placed in front of him!

Garibaldi laughed, watching Rommel climb into his car, and then gave a solemn military salute: "Your Excellency Commander! See you in Alexander!"

"See you, Alexander!" Rommel knocked on the door twice with his hand, and the driver let the car move forward slowly, and Garibaldi moved further and further away as the car moved.

"Boom!" At the southernmost end of the entire battlefield, the main gun of a German No. 3 tank spewed out a flame, and then the stopped car body shook as the gun fired.

The sand on the car body was scattered by the vibration, as if a lion was shaking its down, looking majestic.

Next to a truck in the distance, a cloud of black smoke turned up, and the huge explosion knocked the truck to the ground, and the surrounding soldiers retreated in panic, like a group of frightened gazelles.

The pitiful thing is that the German steel lion chasing this group of gazelles is not one, but a full 200 of them all over the mountains and plains!