The sun is about to set, and the afterglow of the sunset covers the yellow sand dunes with a red halo, casting a long shadow on the ground.

Several desert vultures were hovering and flying in the sky, as if looking for food on the ground to fill their stomachs, but in the blink of an eye, they were shocked by the roar of a harsh tank motor.

In the smoke and dust, soldiers and chariots were breathing in the turbid air, and the seamless yellow sand blew into their eyes, noses and ears as the sea breeze blew into their eyes, noses and ears.

The sand and gravel were everywhere along the way, with violent bumps and disgusting smell of gasoline and sweat. However, Chen Dao and his main force of the Hermann Gorene Motorized Infantry Division still traveled day and night. Regardless of the hard work and fatigue of the **, they approached the Alamaian defense line with their tenacious will. At this time, it was only four hours before the British Fourth Armored Brigade entered Alama.

Chen Dao's bandit No. 1 rushed up a sand dune. He lay on the front of the car and looked at the British position in the distance, and then issued an order for everyone to rest overnight.

Captain Bach and Captain Lorentz exchanged a glance in secret, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Dao's crazy attitude in the past two days has made everyone mistakenly believe that he will launch an attack overnight, including the two of them.

After conveying the order to the Imperial Marshal's Armored Regiment, Artillery Corps and the First Parallel Regiment, this understanding order caused cheers among the officers and soldiers of each unit.

The departments quickly divided their camps, and the Seventh Air Defense Battalion quickly set up anti-aircraft guns, and a tent that was sleeping in the open was quickly supported, and the curling smoke quickly floated above the camp.

"Reported, Colonel Mandofir sent a telegram, and his troops were about forty kilometers away from us. They could reach it at the latest when it was dark. The Great German Motorized Infantry Regiment was even further away. It was about seventy kilometers away from us." Captain Lorentz said and handed a telegram to Chen Dao.

Chen Dao glanced at the telegram a few times and said, "Notify the reconnaissance battalion. At dawn tomorrow, it will immediately go out to investigate the British positions opposite the enemy, and all departments will be vigilant for rest at night.

After arranging the final work, Chen Dao walked up to the nearby camp, staring at the British defense line in the distance, and suddenly sighed.

"What did he say?" Captain Bach, who was standing behind Chen Dao, asked Captain Lorentz in a low voice.

"It seems... it's a pity that General Rommel is not here." Captain Lorentz showed a look of guesswork on his face.

Before Captain Lorentz finished speaking, Chen Dao suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

A black dot appeared in the center of the disc-like sunset, with a faint engine roar, and the black dot quickly turned into the outline of an airplane.

Captain Bach set up a pergola with his hands. He narrowed his eyes and identified for a while and said, "It's the fi-156 reconnaissance plane."

After elegantly wandering in the sky, the fi-156 reconnaissance aircraft slowly fell down, stumbled and slid out more than 50 meters on the coastal highway and stopped steadily on the ground.

The two figures jumped out of the cabin one after another, stood by the plane and looked at the camp of the Hermann Goering Division on both sides of the road.

"There is a red line of wisdom on the military uniform, and he is a general." Captain Bach said, looking at the two uninvited guests in the distance.

"Who will it be? What do they want to do?" Captain Lorentz also guessed.

The gangster No. 1 drove past the two of them with a strong wind, and after a moment, he returned to the two of them.

Looking at the general who jumped out of the back car, Captain Bach and Captain Lorentz hurriedly stepped forward and saluted.

"I never expected your appearance, General Rommel." Chen Dao saluted and smiled and stretched out his right hand to Rommel.

"If this is the case, my goal will be achieved." Rommel also smiled and shook hands with Chen Dao.

"You don't come here this way just to surprise me, right?" Chen Dao asked.

"Sitting in the back and waiting for the battle report is not my style, so I'm here." Rommel raised his eyes and stared at Chen Dao and said.

This really means that Lao Long and Lao Long are here. But he just sighed at the relationship between Alamman and Lao Long, and Lao Long made a brilliant debut in this way. Could he have telepathy?

While thinking about it, Chen Dao invited Rommel into the marching tent that had just been set up and secretly discussed the next combat plan.

The appearance of Hermann Goring Division in the British position caused a real panic. The panic quickly spread to Major General Allen's heart along the telephone line, instantly extinguishing the surprise caused by the arrival of the remnants of the Fourth Armored Brigade.

Major General Allen's first-level combat readiness order was then transmitted to every corner of the front line via telephone lines and radio.

As a soldier who was responsible for his duties, Major General Alan was unkind to convey the panic in his heart to Wavell and Wilson who were far away in Cairo, and also covered their hearts with a layer of dark clouds of war.

On the Maiselya Ridge in the middle of the Alaman defense line, in the battalion of Manchester City's Flintlock Infantry Battalion.

After receiving the order from the German army that all the troops had already appeared and carried out first-level combat readiness, Major Glenn suddenly remembered Captain Mills, who had just been assigned to his subordinates.

He sent someone to call Captain Mills, who was sweating from the front line, and Major Glenn was shocked after interrogating for a few questions.

Major Glenn stared at Captain Mills in front of him and asked, "You mean you and your subordinates have never fought a war?"

Captain Mills nodded and said sincerely: "It's not that I'm timid and I make excuses to shirk responsibility. My subordinates and I are just guards in Port Meshamatru. We usually just use guns to maintain order in the port and shock the local natives to avoid causing trouble. We have really never been to the battlefield."

Major Glenn leaned back on the chair with his arms in his arms, frowned and thought hard.

Captain Mills hurriedly said, "My subordinates and I originally wanted to take a boat to Alexander, but we had to dock because we ran out of oil on the way. Unexpectedly, General Alan not only did not lend us oil, but sent us here instead.

Although we have not fought with the Germans, I have also heard that the Germans and Italians have many tanks. In less than a day, our troops on the Messa Matru's defense line were defeated.

Although I only came here for a few hours, I also saw it. The fortifications here are temporary constructions. The number of people is probably not large, and it is difficult to block the attacks of the Germans and Italians. It is better to find a way to leave a retreat in advance."

"The way out? What way out? Don't spread the word of failure in front of my eyes." Major Glenn said, glaring at Captain Mills.

Seeing Major Glenn's face full of anger, Captain Mills lowered his head in panic and did not dare to look at him.

"You and your subordinates stay at the forefront and cooperate with Captain Brooke of the first company to defend the position. Remember, don't be a deserter. You are a hero who escapes from Meshamatru Port, and you are a shameful coward if you escape from here. You will be shot. I don't want to give orders to execute you and your subordinates in person." Major Glenn said staring at Captain Mills.

Captain Mills looked at Major Glen for a while, and finally defeated under Major Glen's majestic eyes. He stood up and said with a dejected expression: "I promise that unless other troops escape first, my subordinates and I will never be the first deserter."

After Mills said that, he saluted Major Glen perfunctorily.

"If nothing else, I'll leave first."

The moment he turned around, Major Glenn heard a mutter clearly.

"I'm afraid I won't see Manchester City's game again in the future."

"Captain Mills, wait a minute." Major Glenn suddenly called Captain Mills.

Captain Mills looked back at Major Glenn, his eyes full of confusion.

"You and your subordinates stay in the battalion headquarters and serve as a reserve team with the battalion headquarters."

Captain Mills was stunned at first, and his confused eyes instantly became full of joy.

"I really thank you very much. On behalf of all my subordinates, I thank you very much. Don't worry, my subordinates and I must protect your safety with the battalion company."

Major Glenn sighed helplessly as he waved Captain Mills, who had been thankful for his gratitude.

If Captain Mills and his subordinates were placed on the front line, they might be mentally disintegrated as deserters when the German cannons fired, and it would cause a company of collective escape. Even if they were shot, it would be meaningless. It would be better to put them in the battalion headquarters as guards, so that the battalion headquarters could liberate a group of people to support the front line.

Apart from this, Captain Mills and his subordinates did not play any role... In case the development of the battle situation is really as unfavorable as he said, perhaps they could use their rich escape experience and persistent belief in escape to the rear to protect themselves from safely.

......

No. 10 Downing Street, London, the capital of the United Kingdom.

Churchill stood in front of the bedroom window with a cigar in his arms, quietly looking at the night outside the window.

After tonight, tomorrow will be the day that determines the fate of Egypt.

......

Rome, the capital of Italy, in the Venetian Palace next to Piazza Venice.

Mussolini stood in the bedroom more than two meters high, twisting and twisting in front of the dressing mirror embedded in the silver frame, showing off his newly customized new clothes.

"I would wear this military uniform and ride a white horse into Cairo, and then hold a military parade under the pyramids to let the whole world know that the great Roman Empire has reappeared in my hands."

"Are your medals ready? Dear." A delicate voice came from behind him.

Mussolini didn't look back and just looked at his mistress Petac in the dressing mirror.

"I'll be ready long ago. At that time, I will personally award medals to those Germans, so that they can also feel the glory of the Roman Empire."

"Since you're ready, what are you waiting for? It's time to turn off the lights." Petac lay on the bed, gently lifting the hem of the white silk nightgown on his body, staring at Mussolini in a charming manner.

Staring at the spring light looming at the base of Petac's thighs, Mussolini's throat trembled violently.

He took off the leader's new clothes on his body in a few seconds, changed into a "emperor's new outfit". With a crazy smile, Mussolini's fat body flew onto the wide double bed...

With the expectations of countless people and the fear of countless people, October 8 finally arrived.

The sky had just turned white and the sun had not yet emerged. The reconnaissance company of the Great German Motorized Infantry Regiment and the reconnaissance battalion of the Herman Goring Division embarked on a journey, rushed towards the British defense line, and began reconnaissance before the general attack.

At 10 a.m., the first batch of aviation bombs dropped by the Second Air Force kicked off the Battle of Alahman.

In the north of the front, two battalions of the Great German Regiment launched a frontal attack with the support of the Tank Destroyer Battalion supported by the Herman Goring Regiment, which restrained the British army's attention.

In the middle of the front line, a battle group composed of the Third Battalion and the Eighteenth Assault Company of the Great German Regiment launched an attack on Messelya Ridge with the support of the No. 3 Assault Artillery Company. In order to seize the commanding heights on this battlefield as soon as possible, Chen Dao strengthened the aerial artillery regiment of the Hermann Goring Division to the battle group.

Under the command of Mandofir, the Hermann Goring Division launched an attack on the southern part of the British empty front, preparing to detour to the coastal highway in the eastern Alamein after breaking through the defense line, completely cutting off the British army's retreat.

The Axis Air Force and the Royal Air Force bombers shuttled and fro over the front, throwing raindrop-like bombs onto the enemy's heads.

On the ground, the artillery soldiers of both sides did not hesitate to smash shells of various caliber into the opponent's positions and the infantry group.

The gray-white smoke, the firelight soaring into the sky and the yellow sand flying all over the sky filled every corner of the battlefield. The explosion of shells, the roar of engines, and the sound of gunfires one after another were deafening. The sun in the sky shook.

On the backscene of the east slope of Maiselya Ridge, Major Glenn held the phone in his right hand, stared at the map on the table with his brows, and quietly listened to the report from the front line.

"The enemy's troops are more than one battalion and more than a dozen tanks. We can use our terrain advantages to block them. It's just that the Germans have strong air firepower, especially the kind of bomber that will roar. It has caused panic among the soldiers, and we need more air defense firepower to curb their bombing."

"All the twelve forty-mm anti-aircraft guns have been put into combat, without more anti-aircraft fire. You must defend your position and do whatever you want. Don't forget. German bombers are bombing us, and Royal Air Force bombers are bombing German infantry. You at least have trenches to avoid bombing. What are the Germans exposed in the wilderness? They have nothing, don't always emphasize objective reasons, use your courage to overcome difficulties." Major Glenn scolded Captain Brooke and hung up the phone.

A strange whistle sounded into Major Glen's ears, "Rong..." A series of violent explosions sounded one after another, and a slight vibration came from the ground. A series of sand fell onto the map of the table through the roof of the underground bunker, and on the heads and shoulders of Major Glen and others.

Major Glenn slapped off the sand on his body and walked quickly to the door of the underground bunker and looked into the sky. He happened to see four or five seagull-shaped winged planes shaking away.

"These damn crows." Major Glenn couldn't help but curse as he stared at the backs of the planes.

"Major, Major, Captain Sink has a call to you, and the third company's position will not be able to be defended."

"What? They are about to collapse just now when the battle begins?" Major Glenn was shocked and hurried into the command center to pick up the phone.
To be continued...