Germany: The Decisive Battle of the Third Reich

Erwin's assumption was correct, it was Rommel, known as the "Desert Fox," who was sitting in the plane.

But of course, he had not yet earned the nickname "Desert Fox" at this time.

Meanwhile, Rommel, sitting in the back seat of the plane, looked at the terrain below and compared it with the map in his hand, feeling somewhat worried.

Only Rommel himself knows that although the German and Italian troops are pursuing the British army eastward, they are actually in a very dangerous situation.

The reason for this is that the German army is just a bluff... Rommel only had one light armored division at his disposal, and even the 150 tanks that the light armored division should have had were not available, with only less than 60 tanks and over a hundred vehicles.

Because of this, the Führer did not have too many expectations of him, only hoping that Rommel could hold onto Tripoli and block the British attack so that the Italian army would not be driven out of Libya by the British and lose the Mediterranean.

But Rommel did not agree with this, he always liked to take risks, and boldly planned to defeat the British army, which was several times stronger than them, with the limited forces at his disposal.

This seemed like an impossible task, but Rommel finally decided to do it, he asked the soldiers to make hundreds of super-realistic fake tanks out of wood, cardboard, and Volkswagen cars, then drove them around the streets of Tripoli.

Rommel believed that the British spies lurking in Tripoli would report this scene to the British command, so they would think that they had enough strength to crush the British army under their feet.

Of course, Rommel did not tell the truth to the Italians, so the Italians cheered excitedly and launched a counterattack with him.

Surprisingly, the British were really fooled, and when the German army launched an attack the next day, the British did not dare to resist at all, because they believed that any resistance would be in vain.

This allowed the German and Italian troops to pursue them for ten days and "recover" a large area of lost ground almost without any loss, but the risks also increase day by day.

The British still seem to have doubts about the strength of the German army, this can be seen in the more provisional counterattacks by the British army in the last two days.

Rommel knew very well what would be waiting for him once the British army discovered his deception.

"General," the pilot suddenly exclaimed, "something is happening."

Rommel followed the pilot's gaze and saw dozens of British tanks and a large number of British soldiers ambushing behind the sand dunes below, but the German army continued to advance without stopping.

"Damn it," Rommel cursed, "return immediately and warn them!" Rommel ordered.

"Yes," the pilot nodded, turning around, the plane advanced amidst the sound of enemy machine guns, and then fired several flares in the direction of the Germans.

"Enemy situation," the message quickly came from the front.

Then another order arrived:

"Prepare to fight."

"Prepare to fight."

...

Erwin's heart couldn't help but tremble, and his breathing began to quicken again, he had just finished one battle, and now another battle was waiting for him.

Fortunately, his position was in the rear, so he didn't have to fight on the front line immediately, which was a relief.

But suddenly, Erwin heard someone shout: "The tanks ahead need infantry, the third battalion advances."

"Advance!"

"Advance!"

"Advance!"

...

When the officer gave the order, Erwin suddenly realized that the unit he was in was precisely the third battalion.

So he was about to cry but realized he had no tears, he looked around, hoping that his comrades would protest, but they all followed the troops forward with expressionless faces as they prepared for combat.

Despair, Erwin could only take the rifle off his shoulder and take out the bullets from the ammunition pouch... Only then did he realize that he wasn't even sure if he would shoot when the time came.

"Relax," the baker seemed to sense something strange in Erwin, so he comforted him with a relaxed expression: "We will win soon, the enemy is best at running away," the baker said, patting him on the shoulder, which caused laughter among the soldiers.

But Erwin couldn't laugh, his already dry throat felt like it was about to spit fire, making it hard even to swallow saliva.

After a while, the people of the third battalion lined up and walked to the front of the army, where twenty tanks were waiting in a row.

The engines rumbled and the exhaust fumes with the smell of heat and gasoline made Erwin feel nauseous, causing him to almost vomit.

Erwin wanted to turn around and run, but he forced himself to resist the impulse in the end because he knew that if he did, the "baker" who was so nice now would shoot him from behind without hesitation, which was no joke.

"Prepare," with the order given, the German soldiers loaded their bullets and divided into groups to follow the tanks.

An officer with the rank of major stood majestically on the tank, put down the telescope in his hand, looked at the German soldiers behind him, and then silently waved his hand, the tank advanced with a strange growl.

At first, the tanks were not very fast and the soldiers could keep up on foot.

But when a shell exploded nearby, the speed of the tanks became faster and faster, the soldiers behind had to run to keep up.

Erwin's feet felt like they were filled with lead, his mind filled with negative thoughts and his vision became blurry, so he gradually fell behind the team.

Erwin hoped that these German soldiers could simply forget him, but this is just an illusion, because the "Baker" looked back from time to time, and when he saw the lagging Erwin, a strong intention to kill crossed his eyes, forcing him to speed up.

Swhoosh!!

After a piercing scream, several more shells fell on the team and one of the shells accurately hit a tank.

The tank immediately stopped, emitted black smoke and caught fire, the tank crew inside hurriedly tried to get out, but the flames had already reached them.

So the battlefield was soon filled with pitiful screams, the tank crew who managed to jump out of the tank continued to jump and twist on the ground trying to put out the fire that covered them.

Those who had not come out stretched their hands through the hole and waved them, as if hoping to grab something or as if they were trying to ask for help from others.

But no one went up to rescue them, the German soldiers continued to move around the tank and ignored the burning soldiers as if they had seen nothing.

"What should we do," Erwin asked, looking at the horrible scene before him.

"Keep going," the baker ordered impatiently: "Leave them to the medics."

"Medics..?" Erwin realized, by the time the medics arrived, those tank crews would have been burned to charcoal.

But what Erwin didn't know was that this was war, war is about unleashing the greatest combat power in the shortest possible time.

Therefore, it is not their job to save people, they are only responsible for killing.