The sun in North Africa grilled the cracked earth, exposed to the scorching sun. On the road leading to Jabibina, soldiers of the British 8th Army were marching on both sides of the road in the scorching sun, and tanks, armored vehicles, and military trucks were also moving quickly in the middle of the road.

Montgmarley sat in the military jeep and looked at the British army moving forward. Montgmarley couldn't help but feel proud. Montgmarley firmly believed that his troops would definitely capture Jebibina, destroy Rommel's troops there, and then penetrate directly under the city of Tunisia and occupy the city of Tunisia.

"General Montgmarley" Captain Irving, the adjutant of Montgmarley, held a telegram in his hand and ran to Montgmarley with a strong breath, saluting Montgmarley a standard military salute to Montgmarley. "General Montgmarley, we have just received a telegram from General Patton. His troops were attacked by the main German forces outside Badger City. After fierce battle, General Patton repelled the German attack. However, due to the excessive German forces, General Patton had led the main force of the US 2nd Army to retreat to the rear. He asked General Montgmarley to pay attention to the movements of the German army at any time."

Montgmarley received the telegram and showed a disdainful expression on his face, "Barton, the nouveau riche who sold socks for widows and raised little white rabbits on a Texas farm. He was not qualified to be a general and command an army. He did not listen to my advice and attacked rashly, but was beaten to pieces by the Germans outside Tunisia, and also lost the Tunisian portal Masico City. Now he must have been defeated by the Germans again in Badger. It's useless, it's really embarrassing the word "Soldiers". Montgmarley hated Patton's arrogance. He heard that Patton was defeated. Montgmarley not only did not have a worried expression, but instead showed a gloating smile. In Montgmarley's eyes, Patton was a useless American nouveau riche and could not be compared with him, a British gentleman.

Montgmarley's adjutant Irving echoed, "General Montgmarley is right. That Patton is a fool and a fool. He was defeated if he did not obey your order. Now is the time for our great British army to show our power. Then we will fight to Tunisia and show those proud Americans how the great British army fought."

"Well,,," Montgmarley nodded in agreement. His eyes revealed arrogance and pride, and he said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "I once reported to the top to ask Patton's troops to obey my unified dispatch. But those arrogant Americans just don't listen. Now, Patton's troops were driven back to their hometown by the Germans. But that's fine, at least those incompetent Americans will not compete with us for credit. Our great British army will break into Jebibina and destroy Rommel. Then head north to the city of Tunisia. I want to compete with that Rich von Gersyun to see who is so powerful."

As he said that, Montgmarley looked up at the dazzling sun in the sky, and it was almost noon. The sun above North Africa began to emit the greatest energy to burn the earth. Montgmarley wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked in a proud tone, "How far is it from Jebibina now? We must quickly capture Jebibina. This damn sun is really uncomfortable."

"We'll arrive soon, General Montgmarley. I think in another hour, our vanguard will contact the German frontier positions. Then we can show the Germans how powerful we are."

"Okay! Order the troops to move forward quickly. We must attack Jebibina as soon as possible. We will fight to win the favorable terrain and the Pest Army of Gessun." Montgmarley issued an order with great courage. He firmly believed that he would definitely win, and he firmly believed that Gessun was definitely not as powerful as himself.

The entire British army accelerated the speed at Montgmarley's order and advanced towards Jebibina.

In the center of Jebibina, there is an ordinary basement, which is now the German command. In this command, all the officers, staff and correspondents insist on working with unbearable heat. Rommel sat on his chair, listening to the noise in the command, enjoying the annoying stuffiness in the basement, and asking, "Where are the British troops now, and where are the French troops now?"

Rommel's staff saw his marshal's face as sick and haggard face, and strongly replied, "Master Rommel, the British vanguard has arrived at the outer line of the city of Jebibina and launched a tentative attack. The main force of the British army was constantly gathering on our outer line. The 19th French Army has spared us and cut off our connection with the city of Tunisia."

"Cough, cough," Rommel was about to ask, but his heartfelt discomfort made him cough a few times. He covered his chest and asked, "Where is General Gesyun's troops? When will his reinforcements arrive at Jebibina?"

"We did not contact General Gesiyun, but the Chief of Staff of the Pest Army wanted us to send a telegram. He had already asked two tank regiments and an infantry division to go south to reinforce us, and ensure that we would receive sufficient air firepower support."

Rommel nodded with a pale face but with a little joy. "Let the soldiers stick to their positions as planned. We must persevere until the reinforcements arrive. Cough, cough, cough," Rommel covered his chest in pain again. The faint pain in his chest made Rommel understand that he was no longer suitable to stay in North Africa. He had been struggling in North Africa for more than two years, and the soldiers he brought to North Africa were basically buried in the sand of a foreign country. Rommel found that he felt very tired. He now longed to go home and return to his wife, and temporarily stay away from the smoke of the battlefield.

At this time, "Boom, Boom, Boom,," the sound of shells sounded outside the city, and the entire basement shook as the shells landed, and the dust on the top scattered like snowflakes. The correspondents in the command exclaimed in surprise, knowing that it must be the British who started the shelling.

"What a panic?" Rommel shouted, "Give power to the commanders on the front line, and let them hold their positions until the reinforcements arrive."

On the afternoon of April 9, 1943, Mongemali led the main force of the British 8th Army to the periphery of Jebibina and began to attack the German-Italy coalition defense line outside Jebibina.

Accompanied by the officers, Montgmarley came to the frontier positions of the British army. He held up a telescope and began to observe the enemy positions in front. What appeared in front of Montgmarley were crisscrossing trenches. There seemed to be no anti-tank guns on the trenches, nor did the Germans see them. Montgmarley only saw some Italian soldiers. "It seems that Rommel has not changed. There are some Italian garbage troops defending on the front line. Do he think I will be fooled again? Hum,,," Montgmarley revealed a mocking look and snorted coldly.

Montgmarley put down his telescope and said to the adjutant Irving, "Captain Irving, have the troops deployed according to my order? Have the French also arrived at the designated location as planned?"

"Yes, General Montgmarley" Owen said seriously. "According to your order, all the troops have been deployed around Jebibina. We have surrounded Jebibina, and the 19th French Army has cut off the Jebibina's road to Tunisia according to your order. We have cut off all supplies for Jebibina, and now even a mouse cannot slip into Jebibina."

"Good work, come here! Take the battle map of Jebibina City." Montgmarley asked the map consultant to bring the battle map of Jebibina City and spread it in front of him. He took his ruler from Owen's walk and began to measure the battle map. After drawing for a long time, Montgmarley issued an order, "Let the artillery prepare to open fire, suppress the enemy's positions, and then let the tank troops charge. All tanks stop when they reach 610 and 99 meters in front of the positions and observe the enemy's firepower. If they encounter a tight situation, they will immediately retreat, and the artillery will also provide fire cover immediately to prevent Rommel's old fox from setting up another trap for death."

"Yes, General Montgmarley."

More than ten minutes later, the British army was ready to attack and began to launch an attack. The first thing to act was the British artillery. All the 16-pound cannons on the artillery positions began to rise. Then came a burst of shells that could shatter people's eardrums. The British artillerymen pulled the cannons with their shirtlessness, and all the cannons sprayed flames at the enemy's positions at the same time. The shells instantly covered the entire German position like a carpet. After the entire German position was baptized by artillery fire several times, hundreds of Churchill 3 infantry tanks and dozens of M3 tanks mixed together, and the roar of the engine began to attack.

Montgmarley looked at all this with satisfaction and shouted proudly, "Well done, it's worthy of being a heroic British army. You are all the pride of the British Empire. Under such fierce artillery fire, the Italian garbage on the positions should be so scared that he wet his pants." Montgmarley found that he was about to win another victory, and he probably wanted to add another medal to his chest.

On the German and Italian coalition positions, Italian army captain Inzazaza covered his helmet with both hands, curled up all over his body, lying tightly on the position, enjoying the baptism of British artillery fire. The British artillery fire was too fierce. Although it was not the first time Inzazaza had seen such fierce artillery fire, she was still so scared that she trembled all over and her teeth jumped up and down. She kept thinking about God's blessing.

The shelling was over, and Inzaza saw the calmness of the position. Then he plucked up his courage to raise his head and shook the sand on his body. He carefully stretched his head out of the position and looked around. He saw hundreds of British tanks in front of him coming towards him. Inzazaza was so scared that his legs were weak, "My God, come and save me." The man also collapsed in the position-
Chapter completed!