Imperial Overlord

"General! The news just came! We lost our position near the highway!" Rommel leaned against the track of the command tank and was looking at the map spread on the fender of the No. 3 tank.

A combat staff officer came over and reported to him the latest progress on the front line. Everyone knows that the UK is desperately fighting back, but no one has seen how fierce the counterattack is.

They are staff officers, and generally they are only in the headquarters, discussing and discussing the map, and giving their chief officers an idea.

Lieutenant General Alfred looked a little angry, and was about to ask the commander of the 46th SS Division how the position was lost.

Rommel was not angry, and stopped Lieutenant General Alfred's criticism of the 46th Infantry Division: "It's been very good for them to persist until now."

If it wasn't for the fanatical worship of the head of state in his heart, or if his chest was not full of love for his motherland, how many infantrymen would dare to face the enemy's tanks?

"The SS...I really can't underestimate it..." After Rommel comforted Lieutenant General Alfred, he whispered this sentence to himself.

Before, he was also dissatisfied with the formation of the SS by the Führer. As an army officer from the Führer's mansion, Rommel still hoped that the Führer would not always trouble the Army.

He hopes that the Supreme Command can reach a basic tacit understanding with the Army General Command, so as to pay as much as possible for his African campaigns and plans to attack the Middle East.

But the formation of the SS undoubtedly created a barrier between the Führer and the Army. This is where Rommel could not understand what the Führer wanted to do.

Only modern people from the 21st century can fully understand the meaning and value of the existence of "an army of the party and the state".

The so-called detachment of the German Army, the so-called aristocratic blood, and the so-called sense of superiority and honor cannot hide the fact that this army is too egoistic.

It is xenophobic and unwilling to accept transformation, it insists on tradition and stubbornness, and it has even become stubborn to the point of being pedantic.

Therefore, Li Le could only use the SS as a stepping stone, and finally use the millions of fanatical Nazis to smash the deep-rooted Junker aristocracy's influence on the army.

Now, in order to maintain stability, Li Le is still relatively restrained in the placement of the SS. When the entire Soviet campaign unfolded, he would borrow victories over and over again to pave the way for the SS.

This is also the main reason why Li Le directly gave the African SS the designation of the 46th division. Li Le planned to rebuild the previous 45 SS divisions!

"Let the armored troops go up! Can't let go of the cunning rat of the British 7th Armored Division!" Rommel looked at the No. 3 and No. 4 tanks passing by, and ordered loudly.

No wonder Rommel couldn't hold his breath at all, it was all because the British 7th Armoured Division ran out of his hands too many times!

From as far away as Tobruk, Rommel was at war with the 7th Panzer Division. The number of times this armored division has been severely wounded by Rommel is too many to make people laugh or cry.

However, with the powerful transportation capabilities of the United States and the transportation line between the Pacific Ocean and India that the German army really cannot reach, the British 7th Armored Division is like a phoenix, reborn again and again.

Over time, what is now the British 7th Armoured Division has changed. Its tanks were changed from outdated British tanks to American tattered M3lees.

In terms of performance, this kind of tank is really useless to the United States. Now its only function is to go to Africa to take all the savings of the British army.

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On the front of the battlefield, the German SS soldiers were finally unable to withstand the overwhelming British attack.

They had to lay down the wounded and some seriously wounded corpses to retreat, and then leave a messy position to the British soldiers who followed them.

"Let the machine gun team take cover! Don't hit too much, hit a short suppression, and then retreat immediately!" The German officers on the front line shouted to the soldiers passing by in the dense rain of bullets.

Just when he shouted this sentence, another non-commissioned officer beside him was shot in the head and lay down at the company commander's feet.

As if looking at a stone that seemed to have been lying at his feet for a long time, the German officer did nothing but kept urging his soldiers to re-form the defense line.

"That can't be a position at all! Are you an idiot as a British soldier? Take your people and set up a defensive line behind us! Do it!" The commando commander pointed to an infantryman who had been crippled Even the command.

Just now, after counting the number of losses, two SS infantry battalions of about 1,000 soldiers almost lost their combat effectiveness because of the heavy losses.

A regiment of infantry suffered heavy losses, and now at least 500 soldiers were killed near the Eastern Highway. There was a small Verdun meat grinder, which could only be described as cruel.

"If you can't, let the British tanks go! If we continue to consume it like this, we will all be wiped out by the British!" A second-level commando squadron slammed his helmet under his feet and complained loudly.

Originally, the SS and the Wehrmacht couldn't urinate in the same pot. Now that the fight is like this, they naturally want to complain about the Wehrmacht.

"We were asking for reinforcements half an hour ago! What about reinforcements? Where are our reinforcements?" The squad leader's voice became sharp because he was too angry.

His boss, the commando leader who was still giving orders just now, ignored him and stared at the distant position.

Contact has been lost there, which means that another infantry company, which has been hard to piece together, is almost out of combat.

If the infantry company were to be penetrated again, his headquarters would be exposed to the direct threat of the enemy. He looked at the map and other documents beside him, and said, "Pack up! Let's get out of here!"

"God! Who will save us?" A German soldier emptied the last magazine, then touched the ammunition pack on his chest, and cried out in pain.

Another German soldier knelt and rummaged through the foxhole, rummaging through a pile of steaming waste shells for a bullet that could continue to be used.

"Long live Germany! Long live the Führer!" At this time, an SS soldier suddenly stood up from his foxhole and raised his right hand to the oncoming bullet.

Then, with little pity, a British bullet pierced his chest, and he fell into his foxhole, with his empty magazines and a brand new MP-40 submachine gun by his side.

Not far away, a German veteran silently inserted a bayonet into his Mauser 98K rifle, and not far from him, an enemy tank was slowly running over the bodies of several German soldiers.

"If those **** in the Wehrmacht still have a little bit of shame, it's time to fight for the head of state at this time!" The veteran complained softly, looking past the icy blade of the bayonet.

Just as he was complaining, a shell suddenly penetrated the hull of an M3lee tank that was showing off in the distance where the British 7th Armoured Division was attacking.

The huge explosion blew the small turret of the M3lee tank, turning the tank into a burning wreck in one fell swoop.

When everyone was at a loss, behind the German position, a No. 3 tank with skirted transport boxes hung on both sides was emitting a touching smoke from the muzzle.

A crystal clear tear slid down the face of the living SS soldier, rushing out of the way, smearing blood and sand. I don't know if it was because of touching or mourning for the dead comrades in arms, the tears just fell, hitting the shiny metal bullet casings, scattering and falling into the soil.

Silence, the battlefield suddenly fell into a moment of silence, and then, the SS soldiers shouted like a tsunami: "Long live the Führer! Long live the victory!"

"Boom!" As if in response to the hysterical shouts, another German No. 3 tank, the slender 50mm caliber main gun barrel spewed out a group of flames.

Another shell flew to the distant target with great force, and then easily penetrated the side armor of a British tank, turning the tank into a pile of scrap metal.

The No. 3 tank was modified with a 50mm extended barrel. The current armor-piercing ability is quite terrifying. It is more than enough to penetrate the fragile defense of M3lee.

So ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When the third tank No. 3 opened fire, the commanders of the British 7th Armoured Division suddenly found that they might not be able to penetrate this line of defense in their lives.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Unlike the shouts of the German SS, the British soldiers were also shouting non-stop. But in terms of momentum, they seem to have fallen behind.

The British infantry began to retreat, and a large number of Indian soldiers fled without their armor and armor, and they did not even have the courage to turn back.

The 7th Armored Division changed its state of brilliance just now and reversed at full speed, leaving behind those who could not move. The battlefield was littered with the remains of a smoking M3lee tank, surrounded by the corpses of German and British soldiers.

And soon, the SS soldiers who had just been beaten and retreated from here came back with their weapons and killed them again.

It was still the same as before, with blood stains on his body, as if he was an Asura from hell. The difference is that this time when they came back, they were followed by the No. 3 tank of the Wehrmacht.

They sang the SS song, loud and firm. The singing fluttered on the sand bar and tore off the huge German **** red flag.