The German army led the way with more than 500 tanks and launched a tank group charge towards the British positions like a tide. The huge roar echoed, which moved the entire dark night and gave the enemy the most direct shock. Countless armored vehicles and infantry followed behind the tanks. The German soldiers excitedly carried the torches, forming a giant dragon of flames in progress. When the German soldiers advanced, they shouted and killed and the roar of the tank engines merged into a circle, resounding like a dragon roar.

Looking at the Germans coming ahead, although the British soldiers were already prepared, they never expected that they would face such a large-scale impact. Several British soldiers who participated in the Battle of France knew very well that this was the German armored attack. The lightning speed and storm advance did not give the opponent any chance to breathe. In the field, the Germans who had the armored advantage were invincible.

Although he knew that he would definitely lose, the British soldiers still insisted on resisting. They held up various weapons to fire at the enemy to boost their courage. Countless veterans pressed bayonets to prepare for melee combat. The anti-tank guns on the positions also raised the muzzle, and the strong sound of shelling and the sound of machine gun shooting like sprinkled beans formed.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz," the sound of propellers echoed in the air. At the same time, countless flares dragged long light straight into the sky, illuminating the entire British position as dazzling as daytime. The Germans fired countless flares to point the plane to the target. The German plane took advantage of the light of this moment to scatter aviation bombs densely towards the British position. "Bomb, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz

German tanks kept approaching, and with the help of the flares, British soldiers could clearly see the appearance of the German tank. At the front were the thickest armored Tiger tanks and the Black Panther tanks that had just appeared on the battlefield. A large number of No. 4 tanks were also mixed in the charge cluster. The Germans used almost all their armored forces to eliminate the enemies in front of them. The British also understood that the final battle began, and they bravely and helplessly made the final resistance.

Finally, the German tanks set off on the battlefield, and the machine guns on the tanks kept shooting and seeing the enemy. The tank guns also sprayed endlessly, destroying all targets that could be blown up. The order they received was not to be afraid of wasting, because countless transport ships transported various military supplies to the North African continent every day. Now the Germans no longer had to worry about the shortage of military supplies. The shells they hoarded now could almost destroy the whole world.

Faced with such a powerful impact from the Germans, the British soldiers on the position showed their last tenacity. They used all weapons to resist the advance of German tanks, but their resistance was futile. When the anti-tank guns were blown up, all their resistance had no effect. The machine guns and bullets shot from the tanks ruthlessly tore their bodies, and the tank guns even blew them up and mixed them with the mud and sand.

After the tanks were driven away, countless infantry and armored vehicles rushed to the British position together. The German soldiers shouted and rushed into the trenches and cleared the remaining British soldiers on the position. The soldiers on both sides quickly fought together. The natives of the Immortal Legion also held scimitars and mixed them into the German army to attack. The scimitars in their hands were undoubtedly a weapon for close combat, constantly cutting off the enemy's flesh. Countless red liquids exploded as the blade fell, and crisp bones were exposed to the air of gunpowder. Their blood-like cruelty even the Germans felt deeply frightened.

The entire attack was very smooth. The Germans had almost no decent resistance, so they cut open the British positions and began to attack in depth. The order they received was to move forward! Go forward! Go forward again! They wanted to cast storms with steel to crush all resistance and move forward like lightning.

The British army was unable to stop the German advance, and the only dozen Churchill 3 tanks on the position were destroyed by German aircraft at the beginning of the attack. The only loss they caused to the German tanks was the buried anti-tank minefield. More than a dozen Black Panther tanks unfortunately entered the minefield, were blown off their tracks, and stopped in place and could not move.

That night, the defense line outside the Medning was torn a 50-kilometer gap. By 5 a.m. on the second day, the gap increased to 70 kilometers, and the entire Medning defense line had collapsed. The main force of the German army continued to pour in from the gap, tanks, armored vehicles, military trucks, and motorcycles kept driving through the gap and pushing forward. They were moving forward like before, lightning-fast.

The German army's goal was clear at a glance. They wanted to capture Medenin and open the door to Tripoli. Faced with the German attack, Montgmarley, commander of the 8th Army, quickly reacted. After discussion, Montgmarley decided to give up Medenin and defend the Tripoli line with all his might.

When the German army advanced wildly, there was also noisy in the German Supreme Command. The correspondent kept reporting the latest battle situation, and the "Di, answer, answer" was echoed. A huge sand table was placed in the center of the command center, and the map staff kept changing the appearance of the sand table at any time based on the latest situation reported by the correspondent.

"General Ge Siyun and General War Song sent a telegram. The Tiger Tank Regiment led by him had completely broken through the Medning outer defense line and was advancing towards Medning City at full speed as planned." A correspondent held the latest telegram and reported the latest battle situation.

Jintian's eyes lit up, and he walked to the sand table excitedly, looking at the sand table thinking about the battle situation in front of him. Jintian liked to use the sand table to command battles, as if he was playing an S-RPG game. Moreover, the sand table was much better than the map, and he could understand it himself and better reflect his general's temperament.

"Immediately generate electricity to General Rick and order his flies bombers to attack immediately. I will blow up Medening. I ordered General War Song to rest a little, and once the bombing is over, I will rush into the city, without occupying it, just destroying it. But one thing to note is that if you catch a beautiful female nurse, you must be careful to guard it. We are the great German army, we are the great Germans, and we must not harshly deal with the beautiful female nurses, and all of them will be handed over to the general personally for interrogation. As for those who are not beautiful, General War Song will be fully handled. Do you understand?"

"Yes! General Ge Siyun".

After Jintian's order was issued, the German army quickly made adjustments, and the tanks that were impacting the front line stopped moving forward and entered a short state of rest. The tank soldiers took advantage of the good time of rest and began to replenish ammunition, repair the tanks, and prepare for the next attack. The entire bomber unit attacked and flew towards Medening City under the cover of a large number of fighter jets.

At this time, the British army was in a state of chaos in the city of Medening, and the outer positions were defeated so quickly that everyone expected. Many British soldiers were ready to die in battle. Many fearful death were ready to surrender. As for the remaining people, they were tossing coins to decide whether they would sacrifice their lives for the country.

British Colonel Hammet commanded the final defense of Medning in a basement in Medning. Due to the bombing of the Luftwaffe, the command was forced to move from the ground to the ground. As for the British Air Force, it was knocked down by the Germans and was unable to attack again. The Germans' ground offensive was so fierce that it was beyond everyone's expectations. The entire carefully constructed outer defense line collapsed overnight. There were also a large number of troops who did not retreat on the battlefield and had lost contact. It seemed that there was a lot of danger.

Colonel Hanmet found sadly that the defensive war in the Medening area had ended, and now he was just doing his best.

"Buzz,,buzz,," The roar of the aircraft engine came from the ground again. "The German plane bombed again." A staff member who was overly nervous shouted in horror. Then there was a heavy explosion. The entire ground began to tremble. Countless dust and sand fell from the ceiling of the basement and filled the entire command center. The entire underground command center fluttered like leaves in the waves.

"Col. Hanmet, what to do now?" a captain staff officer asked the supreme commander loudly.

"Did General Montgmarley not call back?" Hammett trembled and took a look, lit the fire, and took a hard breath to get rid of the shadow of failure.

The captain staff officer shook his head slightly, "General Montgraley just asked us to persevere until the last moment, fight bravely for the British Empire and for the British King."

"I fuck him Montgmarley's ancestors, and I know that Montgmarley who milks must have mad cow disease." Captain Hammett spitted out the cigarette in his mouth and cursed. He understood that he was a scapegoat now. It seemed that Montgmarley wanted to give up the defense of Medning's front line. He was just a clown who delayed his time, giving him a chance to get ready to run away. It seems that Tripoli will fall into the hands of the Germans soon.

Montgmarley probably wouldn't have thought that the Germans would have such a terrible offensive. The Germans were attacking forward desperately, which could be described as horror. They captured the defense line that they were ready to defend for 5 days in just one night. They came to the city of Medening, too fast! too fast! It was too fast,,,.

The ruthless bombing ended, and the German plane left the sky above Medning. The city of Medning returned to its calm and entered a brief calm before the decisive battle. A large number of British soldiers walked out of the air-raid shelter and returned to the ground that was bombed beyond recognition, preparing for combat. Dozens of anti-tank guns buried in rubble were dug out again. The muzzles were again directed towards the front. Countless machine guns, heavy machine guns, and rifles also raised their muzzles from the ruins. They were ready to hit the invading enemy hard. The British were preparing to use narrow streets and surrounding fortifications like the Soviets to block the attack of German tanks.

"Here, the Germans are here." A British soldier shouted sharply, tearing through the brief tranquility. Immediately afterwards, countless German tanks appeared in front of the British, lined up with tank assault formations and rushed towards the British, and a large number of infantry and armor followed closely behind the tanks.
Chapter completed!