German paratroopers defeated the Fourth Armored Brigade and defeated the last hope of Lieutenant General O'Connor, the commander of the Eighth Army.

Colonel Abbott, the commander of the Fourth Armored Brigade, was extremely loyal and loyal. He did not forget to send a battle report to Lieutenant General O'Connor when he fled, informing Lieutenant General O'Connor that the attack of the Fourth Armored Brigade had failed and asked Lieutenant General O'Connor to find a way out on his own.

It can be imagined that Colonel Abbott's battle report is like a brick that was smashed on his head, which made Lieutenant General O'Connor dizzy and almost vomited blood.

O'Connor angrily smashed the battle report in his hand into a ball and threw it onto the table, shouting to all the staff in the command center: "Watch me what I do? Go and clean up all the troops in the city, whether the field troops, garrison troops, or logistics troops, in short, everyone must take up weapons to fight and defend Meshamatru City, and do not let a German enter the city."

Hearing O'Connor's shouts, the staff members woke up as if they were dreaming, and hurriedly picked up the phone on the table and called each front line department one by one. The command center was suddenly noisy.

"Did the 7th Armored Division? The commander ordered all troops to retreat into Meshamatru immediately for defense. You...what, you have retreated to the city. It's great, you immediately organize defense in the southwest of the city, waiting for the next order."

"The Sixth Independent Brigade, here is the Army Commander, the commander ordered all troops to retreat to the city of Meshamatru for defense, you...what? You are surrounded and request reinforcements? I will convey your request to the commander, and wish you good luck."

"Is the Fourth Indian Division? Here is the Army Command, the commander ordered...what did you say? Let me speak German? What are you kidding? Oh my god, you are German."

With a bang, the staff officer who called the Fourth Indian Division threw away the phone as if he was electrocuted and shouted to Lieutenant General O'Connor: "General. The Germans have occupied the Fourth Indian Division headquarters..."

The staff officer's words came to an abrupt end because he saw Lieutenant General O'Connor standing beside him, Major General O'Georo, the commander of the Fourth Indian Division who had just escaped from the front line.

"We were attacked by at least 500 German tanks, and the position was pierced like a piece of paper. We were full of tanks and armored vehicles, and we couldn't see an infantryman at all. It was terrible."

Lieutenant General O'Connor comforted Major General O'Georo, and then asked him and the remnants of about a battalion of troops of the Fourth Indian Division to stay in the city as a reserve force.

The British army in Meshamatru was busy using the city to make the final resistance. The Axis Team outside the city was busy sweeping away the remaining British army.

In the African Army Command, Rommel briefly and clearly told Marshal Graziani who had just arrived from the rear.

"After the collapse of the Fourth Indian Division in the middle of the front, the British Sixth and Seventh Independent Infantry Brigades in the south of the front were attacked by the German Seventh Armored Division and the Blackshirt Second Division. They are currently in a semi-encirclement state. The east and north directions are our troops. There are two results waiting for them, either surrender or retreat south into the endless desert and are engulfed by endless yellow sand.

In the northern section of the front, the British 7th Armored Division immediately retreated to the bottom of the city of Meshamatru in the north section after discovering that the left wing was exposed. The 1st Division of the Blackshirt Army and the Great German Motorized Infantry Regiment, which had just been put on the battlefield, and a part of the Hermann Goring Division has followed outside the city and is currently improving the encirclement of the city."

Marshal Graziani stared at Rommel with praise and said happily: "In just seven hours, the carefully constructed defense line of the British was destroyed. Thank you for your hard work.

After a day of hard battle, I think your troops also need rest, and the British will definitely use Mesha Matru for the final stubborn resistance. Besides, the armored troops are not suitable for street fighting.

The Sixty-Second Infantry Division has arrived here from Sidibarani, so let them take on the difficult task of siegeing the city."

A trace of contempt flashed in Rommel's eyes. He could not be shameless to seize credit. He is a military knowledge. Everyone knows that the British in Meshamatru's city has no hope. The Axis Team can send a few officers outside the city to shout and make the British army in the city surrender. What are the final stubborn resistance? What are the difficult tasks? Even if you talk nonsense, you can't be so serious?

Rommel was about to refuse, but suddenly remembered Chen Dao's explanation before leaving.

To unite, you must unite! Let the Italians become our helpers rather than stumbling blocks.

Heinz's words make sense, and he should give the Italians some face. However, there is the British Eighth Army Command in Messa Matru. If they can capture them, they might have a shiny oak leaf on their Knight's Iron Cross.

After a fierce tug-of-war between personal honor and the overall situation, Rommel finally chose to take the overall situation into consideration.

"You are so understanding, Mr. Marshal, fighting in such high temperatures, my subordinates are exhausted and need rest. I suggest that the Sixty-Second Infantry Division take over the positions outside the city of Meshamatru and let them retreat and rest. What do you think?"

Graziani had originally seen Rommel's face change, and she thought she would have to fight a verbal battle to convince him, but she didn't expect happiness to come so easily.

The short-sized General Rommel in front of him really has a big view and knows how to be a good person. No wonder the Supreme Command of Germany sent him to Africa.

In amazement, Marshal Graziani praised Rommel. After the two of them said a warm and polite words, they began to mobilize the troops.

In the evening of that day, the 62nd Italian Infantry Division successfully took over the position of the Hermann Goring Division's Mandofir battle group in the east of Meshamatru, and then sent envoys to surrender the British troops in the city according to the orders of Marshal Graziani.

Marshal Graziani's ideals are full, but reality is very skinny.

When O'Connor heard that an Italian officer outside the city came to ask for a meeting with Marshal Graziani's message, he was furious.

He shamelessly launched an attack in advance on October 5th. What about October 10th?

This old fox Marshal Graziani actually dared to send someone to see him. It was so unbearable. He really thought the British Army was easy to bully? He really thought the British Army had no temper?

Two minutes later, Captain Pierce, who was responsible for receiving the Italian messengers in the east of Meshamatru, received an order from O'Connor.

After verifying in surprise, Captain Pierce took out his revolver with a strange expression and walked towards Major Anthony, the Italian messenger who was standing outside the position waiting.

"What are you going to do?" Major Anthony felt intuition that he was not good when he saw Captain Pierce walking towards him with a gun.

Captain Pierce did not speak, raised his hand and shot Major Anthony at the foot of Major Anthony. Major Anthony jumped to the side in panic.

"What are you going to do? Are you crazy?" Major Anthony shouted in panic.

Captain Pierce still didn't say anything, but pulled the trigger and fired one after another, and shot all the bullets in the pistol to Major Anthony's feet in one breath.

Major Anthony jumped left and right and dodged desperately, his thick body twisted and twisted as funny as a bear in a circus, attracting a burst of laughter from the British infantry in the surrounding positions.

"You will pay the price, you will pay the price for your actions just now." Major Anthony ran to the car behind him after dancing a gorgeous dance, shouting at Captain Pierce in anger.

Captain Pierce still didn't answer him, but just reloaded the pistol in his hand again.

Seeing this, Major Anthony hurriedly jumped into the car, and as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the car stumbled towards the road.

Back at the headquarters, Major Anthony reported his experience to his superiors in an ignorant manner, and his superiors then conveyed it to Marshal Graziani who was happily waiting for the surrender.

Hearing that the British were so arrogant, Graziani put the shiny wine glass in his hand on the table with a bang, and snorted coldly and said, "Since the British want to bleed, let them storm the blood and attack the city immediately after dawn tomorrow."

After receiving the order from Graziani, the Sixty-Two Infantry Division in the east of the city and the First Blackshirt Division in the west of the city were rubbing their hands, preparing to pick the biggest victory of the Battle of Meshamatru after dawn.

But in the headquarters of the German Motorized Infantry Regiment in the south of the city, there is another scene.

After driving away the Italian envoy in a rage, Lieutenant General O'Connor calmed down under the persuasion of the staff and other generals, and finally decided to give up resistance and sent Major General Clay, the commander of the 7th Armored Division, to the German position in the south of the city as an envoy.

Colonel Starkhausen, the commander of the Great German regiment, said to Major General Clay, who was sitting opposite him: "General Clay, your army's desire to surrender can make our soldiers shed less blood. I personally agree with General O'Connor's choice. But I need to report to my superior General Rommel, and he also needs to report to Marshal Graziani. This process may take some time, so please wait for a while."

"Sir Colonel, I think you misunderstood what I mean. General O'Connor gave me the order to surrender unilaterally to the German army, and to say it directly. We would rather surrender to a German lieutenant general than to a shameless person like Italian marshal, especially Marshal Graziana. I hope you can convey my request to General Rommel."

What exactly happened between the British and the Italians? Why did the British have such extreme ideas? Colonel Starkhausen was puzzled.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it. Colonel Starkhausen quickly conveyed the British request to Rommel.

The next morning, the surrender ceremony outside the city of Mesha Matru.

Seeing General O'Connor walking towards him, Rommel quietly glanced at Marshal Graziani beside him, thinking that the honor should be of whoever should be, and he could not even push it away. This world is indeed fair.

Marshal Graziani glanced at the crowd around Rommel with a blue face and asked curiously: "Where has General Rosen been?"
Chapter completed!