September 25, 1940 is destined to be a day remembered by history.

Under Mussolini's coercion and Chen Dao's inducement, Marshal Graziani, a patient with British phobia, finally launched an attack on Egypt as promised.

On the morning of that day, the Malati battle group of the 2nd Division of the Italian Blackshirt Army crossed the border as the vanguard of the 10th Army and became the first Italian army to invade Egypt.

Behind the Malati battle group, the main force of the 10th Army, composed of more than 80,000 infantry divisions, held a solemn oath-taking meeting in the village of Capozo, three kilometers west of the border. Then, under the cover of more than 200 tanks, set out in a grand victory parade.

The military band blew a loud military trumpet and played a cheerful marching song.

Stepping on drums and music, a unit wearing a black shirt with short knives and grenades around his waist walked at the front of the team.

The vanguard passed through the steep slopes that crossed the edge of the Libyan Plateau and advanced leisurely along the narrow coastal plains, as if he was doing a long-distance training.

At twelve o'clock noon, the advance team arrived at the Port of Selum. Twenty minutes later, the Italian flag fluttered high in the Port of Selum. At this time, two days have passed since the German flag was raised by the Port of Selum.

The Port of Selom is filled with the joy of the two German and Italian teams meeting successfully, while the Port of Sidibarani, about 70 kilometers east of the Port of Selom, is another lively scene of blood and fire.

The Great German Motorized Infantry Regiment, as the vanguard of the African Army, took the lead in launching a second wave of offensives, with the target directly aimed at Sidibarani.

In order to ensure the complete elimination of the Sidibarani defenders, Chen Dao and Rommel discussed the same trick and re-used them. The troops of the 101st Special Air Service Battalion were sent to smuggle on the coast east of Sidibarani. The defenders' retreat to the east were cut off in one fell swoop and then launched an attack.

When Chen Dao rushed to meet Rommel outside the city of Sidibalani, the Great German Motorized Infantry Regiment had already broken through the outer positions of the Sidibalani defenders. The infantry crossed the outer trenches and attacked the city with the No. 3 assault gun.

In the battle against Sidibarani, the Great German Regiment invested the First and Second Infantry Battalions, the Fourth Weapon Battalion, and the newly established Eighteen Assault Company.

As a sharp knife unit, the Eighteen Assault Company was assigned two No. 3 assault guns. It was these two precious No. 3 assault guns that were driven by the defenders' bullets and artillery shells and destroyed the fire points of the British peripheral positions one by one, which opened the passage to the city for the Eighteen Assault Company.

Following the No. 3 assault gun numbered 162, Sergeant Schmidt, the squad leader of the first platoon of the 18th assault company, attacked the city of Sidibarani from a street northwest of the city.

About one hundred meters along the street, a white two-story building appeared on the left side of the street in front.

In the northernmost window on the second floor of the building, a Brown-style light machine gun fired frantically to the east of the street. In the corridor next to it, four or five British riflesmen hid behind waist-high walls and fired cold guns at the Germans downstairs.

The No. 162 assault gun stopped the body against the right side of the street. After a few sways, the guns of the 75mml24 cannon swayed, it made a thunderous sound.

A dazzling fire broke out on the wall on the right side of the window, and an instantly appeared on the wall with a diameter of more than one meter. The Brown-style light machine gun drew a graceful curve and flew out of the window and fell to the ground.

Before the gray smoke dissipated, Sergeant Schmidt raised his hand. Two infantrymen rushed downstairs on the building on the left side of the street and raised his hand. Two m24 grenades flew to the corridor on the second floor.

After two loud bangs, a large piece of blood splattered onto the walls of the corridor, dyeing the white walls a shocking blood-red color.

"Let's get on." Sergeant Schmidt shouted and rushed out from behind the No. 3 assault gun, running down the second floor in the corner.

He looked at the layout of the first floor at the gate. Sergeant Schmidt immediately retracted his head, and gunfire sounded instantly from the room, and a bullet flew out of the door.

Sergeant Schmidt carried the mp40 submachine gun in his hand behind him, pulled out the grenade on his waist and pulled the fuse, waited for two seconds before raising his hand and threw it into the door.

The grenade flew through the hall on the first floor and landed in front of a door in the left corner of the hall. The fire flashed by, and a bloody corpse of a British soldier plunged to the ground, blood flowed out from under the corpse, rushing on the floor like a stream.

Private Hans rushed into the door first, crossed the living room and ran to the door, but unexpectedly bumped into a figure with a pot-lid helmet.

The British soldier opposite turned his gun and the buttstock hit Hans in the face with a terrible wind. Hans hurriedly dodged, but the buttstock touched the helmet.

The lower edge of the steel helmet covered his eyes. Hans's eyes turned black. He threw away the rifle in his hand and rushed forward. He hugged the strong body of the British army opposite each other and started fighting. The two then rolled to the ground.

The British army on the opposite side pressed Hans under his strong body and grabbed his neck with both hands. Hans quickly rolled his eyes when he was suffocated.

At the critical moment, Sergeant Schmidt's figure appeared beside the two of them.

He pulled out the engineer's shovel inserted into his back, and Sergeant Schmidt raised his shovel and cut it to the British soldier's neck with a shovel. The sharp shovel instantly cut off half of the British soldier's neck. The hot artery blood sprayed out, dyeing Hans' dark face red.

The British soldier's body fell to the ground and twitched constantly. Hans felt the pressure on his body relaxed, and then covered his neck and gasped heavily, enjoying the hard-won fresh air.

Hans spitted a few "pu" sounds, spitting blood from his mouth onto the wall.

Raising his arms and rubbing the blood off his face randomly, Hans picked up the Mauser 98k rifle on the ground, glanced at the white neck bones on the neck of the British corpse on the ground, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nodded to Sergeant Schmidt, and then walked towards the depths of the corridor with a gun.

The two men quietly walked up the second floor along the stairs at the end of the corridor, and found no enemy troops. They only saw a British wounded man with bloody back lying on the floor of a bedroom on the second floor.

The two called the medical soldiers to deal with the British wounded, then ran out of the building and continued to advance with the No. 3 assault gun on the street.

After several more small battles, Sergeant Schmidt finally saw the sea.

This fierce battle was taking place at the pier by the sea. A group of British troops retreating to the sea were carrying out their final stubborn resistance using the buildings on the pier and the large and small debris boxes piled up.

The arrival of the second squad and No. 162 assault gun led by Sergeant Schmidt became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Under the bombardment of the No. 3 assault gun, the British army, with only light weapons, instantly lost the courage to resist.

More than 30 British troops laid down their weapons and raised their hands to surrender, while more than a dozen British troops fled in a hurry to a courtyard east of the dock.

Sergeant Schmidt quickly led his subordinates to chase after him. After bypassing several white buildings of all sizes, the British troops turned into an alley that could only accommodate two or three people in parallel.

After confirming that there were no ambushes in the alley, Sergeant Schmidt led his subordinates to continue chasing. After turning two turns in the alley, a spacious street appeared in front of Sergeant Schmidt.

The British army in front turned right and continued to escape along the street.

The impatient Hans rushed in front of Sergeant Schmidt again and turned to the right, but was pulled back by Sergeant Schmidt with quick eyes and hands.

The moment Hans retreated, a string of machine gun bullets flew past the two of them and hit the white house opposite them. Seven or eight bullet holes appeared on the wall in an instant.

"I owe you another time," Hans said gasping.

"Don't be so impatient, you will die." Sergeant Schmidt said.

Sergeant Schmidt then waved to a first-class private behind him. The first-class private got to the corner and took out a truck's rearview mirror and poked out the corner.

"The skills learned from the Hermann Goring delegation are now finally useful," Hans said with a smile.

Sergeant Schmidt nodded, then asked Private, "Do you see anything?"

The first private replied that after the turn, there was a dead end. There was a fortification made of sandbags more than 100 meters away, and there were two heavy machine guns on the fortifications pointed here.

The alley was too narrow and the No. 3 assault gun did not follow. Sergeant Schmidt had to send two soldiers back to find the No. 162 No. 3 assault gun.

After waiting for seven or eight minutes, the No. 162 No. 3 assault gun reappeared in Sergeant Schmidt's eyes.

"The machine gunner threw down the machine gun and ran away." The first class shouted excitedly, turning his head and turning his head.

"Let's get on." Sergeant Schmidt flashed out of the corner and followed the No. 3 assault gun toward the end of the empty street.

Seeing the rice-shaped flag hanging on the three-story building at the right end of the street, Sergeant Schmidt shouted in surprise: "This should be the command center of the British. Let's go in and take a look, maybe there will be great gains.

Several grenades then flew into the hall on the first floor and the corridor on the street on the second floor. Before the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, a half-baked German shout suddenly came from the upstairs.

"Let's surrender, don't shoot."

The shouting was repeated several times in succession before Sergeant Schmidt heard it clearly. A wooden stick immediately stretched out from the gate on the first floor, and a white flag was carried on the stick.

It was a great reward to actually catch a major.

Sergeant Schmidt walked to the British major in the captive group in surprise and asked, "Mr. Major, what is your name?"

"I am Major Isaac Terry."

Before Major Terry finished speaking, Hans quickly ran out of the building and waved the stack of documents at Sergeant Schmidt.

“Look at what this is?”

Half an hour later, outside Sidibarani City, Rommel and Chen Dao looked at each other after reading the documents.

"Their main defense line is indeed in the Meshamatru area, which is consistent with the results obtained by our aerial reconnaissance," said Rommel.
Chapter completed!