The three-mile journey is only about half an hour for the German mechanized troops... A considerable part of this time is actually spent on preparations before the troops set off, such as the assembly of troops, the organization of logistics troops, etc. The actual time to march on the road is only more than ten minutes.

The destination is flat, with no hills or high ground to hide, and not even a small hill bag.

So, when the order to build the defense of the fortification organization was issued, the baker complained: "God, they must be crazy. They would choose this ghost place as the blocking position. The enemy artillery can see us a few kilometers away and blow us to pieces!"

"The commander must have their ideas and arrangements, right?" Alphredo continued.

"Maybe it's not the commander's arrangement!" Werner looked at Qin Chuan with a smile and asked, "Sergeant, you should know something, or is this your plan again?"

"No, Werner!" Qin Chuan replied: "I just know that this will be a very difficult battle!"

This is not because Qin Chuan intended to lie, but because this plan is inconvenient to disclose.

This has nothing to do with keeping the secret. The reason is that there is not much time left before the war begins, and the troops are relatively simple. Except for German officers and soldiers, there is a slight possibility of British spies among them. Even if there are British spies, even when the German army strictly controls the radio station and the surroundings are full of endless deserts, the spy cannot transmit the intelligence to the British army.

The reason why Qin Chuan didn't say it was because this battle was to be lost to the British army. Only if the loss was really good could the British army pursue it with confidence.

And to "lose really"... naturally, the German soldiers cannot know that this is acting.

"You scared me, Sergeant!" Werner laughed, not believing that Qin Chuan would have no choice.

Qin Chuan could only shrug and said he could do nothing.

The German army was very quick to build positions. The engineers pulled barbed wire in front of the positions, the artillery arranged artillery positions behind them, and the infantry dug several trenches in the middle in battalions... Infantry generally did not have only one trenches in open areas. If only one, once they were broken by the enemy, they would only be chased and destroyed thousands of miles. Digging a trench every few hundred meters and digging traffic trenches between the trenches can solve this problem well.

The armored troops were well hidden behind them, by digging a pit on the ground that allows the tanks to enter, exposing only a barrel and a part of the turret, and then covering the top with canvas, so that they are hard to find their location even on the ground.

Seeing this, Alphredo couldn't help but sigh: "We may need twenty hours for the fortifications that you can complete in twenty minutes!"

"It should never be done!" Werner smiled and said, "Because the enemy had arrived before that!"

Yakop interrupted in a strange voice: "If I were you, I would ask the commander: 'Sir, we all have to surrender anyway, why bother to build these damn fortifications?'."

The soldiers laughed with a coaxing sound

Alphredo's face looked a little ugly, but he could not refute it.

"Sorry, Alphredo!" said Werner: "It's just a joke!"

"No!" Alphredo replied with a wry smile: "What you are talking about is the truth!"

This is indeed the case. The Italian army with a total strength of 230,000 surrendered 130,000 in just a few weeks, which means that surrender has become a kind of atmosphere and inertia for the Italian army.

Not to mention anything else, even Alphredo himself was not ashamed of surrendering once he met the British army.

But I don’t know when, Alphredo’s concept had completely changed. This may be the so-called “those who are close to red are red, and those who are close to ink are black.”

"Air defense alarm! Cover!" Someone shouted at this time, and then the harsh air defense alarm sounded.

The soldiers jumped into the fortifications that had not been fully constructed, and several cars transporting the ammunition were quickly started and drove towards an open position.

But it was too late, and several "mosquito" bombers suddenly appeared over the position and dived with a whistling sound...

The British army was located in the east, which gave their planes a tendency to take the lead, because the east was usually in the direction of sunlight, and it was difficult for scouts to find them from a distance.

Then there was only a few "boom" sounds, and the ammunition truck was hit by an aviation bomb. The ammunition explosion caused the car to explode in an instant. A fire of sacredness was blown into pieces. Even Qin Chuan, who was hiding in the trenches, could feel the heat waves coming from above his head.

And this was just the beginning, and the sky was soon chaotic, with the whistling sound of planes and bombs everywhere, just like countless bee swarms hovering above their heads. What was even more terrifying was the bombs that exploded on the ground. Every vibration caused the sand in the trench to fall down. Qin Chuan suspected that he would be buried alive by the sand.

Therefore, not only did the Italians build fortifications meaningless, but the fortifications built by the German army did not play much role.

After ten minutes, the whistling sound of the plane finally stopped, but the explosion did not stop.

That was the shells fired by British artillery.

Qin Chuan poked his head out of the trench and saw rows of artillery shells roaring and exploded on the German positions. The shells rippled up sand waves and rushed towards the German soldiers in the trench like sea water. In the direction of the sound of artillery, teams of British tanks lined up in neat formations to cover a large number of British soldiers approaching the German defense line step by step.

"They are here!" Qin Chuan heard Kuhn shouting: "Be ready for battle!"

The soldiers set up weapons on the trenches one by one.

The situation is a bit frustrating because the British army is neat and the various military forces are closely coordinated, such as the bombing from the air just now, and the pace of British infantry behind the tank... The "Matilda" tank is slower, but sometimes the slow speed will form a certain pressure and a certain power, just like the heavy infantry holding a huge shield in the era of cold weapons, and although the enemy has time to think or respond, they have no choice but to do anything about it.
Chapter completed!