General Amni stood in front of the tent of the command center, and the hot desert wind was like a violent beast, tearing everything around him wantonly. The wind was wrapped in sand and dust, causing pain to hit the face. Even the tent swayed violently in the wind, making a "crunching" sound, as if it would be swallowed by this harsh environment at any time. He frowned, the deep wrinkles on his forehead were like dry gullies in the desert, and he held the information he had just received tightly in his hand, and his knuckles turned white with force. Sweat kept oozing out of his forehead, mixing with sand and dust, leaving mud marks on his face. It is clearly shown on the intelligence that the Italian army is about to surrender. For the German army, this was undoubtedly a huge crisis. Once the Italian army surrenders, there will be a huge gap in the German defense line in North Africa, and the entire strategic layout will face the danger of collapse. "These cowards!" General Amni angrily crushed the information into a ball and smashed it hard to the ground. His eyes were covered with blood, like an angry beast, his chest was undulating violently, and he was breathing heavily. He knew very well that he had to take the initiative first, disarm the Italian army before the official surrender of the Italian army, and remove the bomb that could explode at any time. General Amni quickly summoned his elite troops, and the roar of the armored vehicles echoed in the desert like a dull war drum, raising rolling sand and dust.

The soldiers had a firm look on their faces, but under this firmness, there was also a hint of nervousness. There was uneasiness in their eyes, after all, they knew that this operation was related to the life and death of the German army in North Africa. The desert sun hangs high in the air, ruthlessly scorching the earth, and the ground temperature is high enough to roast eggs. The soldiers were wearing thick military uniforms, sweat soaked in their clothes, and they pressed tightly against their bodies. Their lips were chapped and their throats were so thirsty that they seemed to be on fire, but none of them complained, just waiting silently for the order. However, just as General Amni's troops were about to launch an attack on the Italian army, a more dense engine sound suddenly came from afar. Everyone looked into the distance with vigilance, their eyes staring like copper bells, holding weapons tightly in their hands, ready to enter the battle at any time. An armored force was approaching quickly like a black torrent, and sand and dust formed a long tail behind them. "Report to the general, it is the armored force of the Chinese people!" A scout rushed to report. His face was full of horror, his voice trembled slightly due to tension, and his steps were a little staggering, and he almost fell to the ground. General Amni's face suddenly became gloomy, and his pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen the most terrifying nightmare. He never expected that Cunyunsheng's troops would appear at this critical moment. Cun Yunsheng, a Chinese general who rose on the battlefield in North Africa, is known for his strong combat power and flexible tactics. His name was like a shadow, shrouding the hearts of German soldiers, making them frightened. Soon, Cun Yunsheng's troops arrived at the front line and were neatly arranged opposite the German troops. A command car slowly drove out of the queue and stopped between the two armies. The car door opened and Cun Yunsheng walked down. He was wearing a neat military uniform, with a tall figure, firm and sharp eyes, as if he could see through everything. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to step on the ground, making a dull sound. Behind him was a group of equally energetic soldiers, with confidence and fearlessness in their eyes. General Amni looked at Cun Yunsheng, his heart full of doubts and vigilance. His hand unconsciously touched the pistol at his waist, ready to deal with possible dangers. He didn't know Cun Yunsheng's purpose, but his intuition told him that this meeting would not be simple. Cun Yunsheng walked to General Amni with a steady pace and nodded slightly.

"General Amni, long time no see." His voice was low and calm, as if he was not affected by the slightest tension. "Are we familiar with each other?" General Amni asked, his tone full of hostility and alertness. "And why did you lead the troops here?" He asked directly, staring at Cun Yunsheng tightly, trying to find a flaw in his face. Cun Yunsheng smiled slightly, took out a document from his arms and handed it to General Amni. "Look at this and you'll know." There was a hint of mystery in his smile, which was unpredictable. General Amni took the document and browsed it quickly. The document records in detail important information such as the German troops' deployment, fortifications and logistics supply lines in Tunisia. At the end of the document, there is a line of eye-catching words: If the Italian army takes action, the German army in Tunisia will inevitably be wiped out. General Amni's hand trembled slightly, and he raised his head and stared at Cun Yunsheng. "Are you threatening me?" His voice became hoarse due to anger, and his body leaned forward slightly, making a gesture of attacking at any time. Cun Yunsheng's expression became serious, "This is not a threat, but a warning. The surrender of the Italian army is an inevitable fact. If you attack them now, it will only cause greater chaos. And my troops are enough The ability put the German army in Tunisia in desperate situation. "He had a firm and confident look and his tone was unquestionable. General Amni fell into silence, his heart full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, he could not watch the Yi army surrender, causing the German defense line to collapse; on the other hand, he had to consider Cun Yunsheng's warning. That is, the North African Legion will be destroyed. In the strong wind in the desert, time seemed to have frozen. The soldiers on both sides were waiting quietly, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. The soldiers' breathing was clearly audible, their fingers were tightly pressed on the trigger, and with a command, they would immediately enter the battle. "General, we can't give up like this! Once the Italian army surrenders, we will be finished!" General Amni's adjutant couldn't help but say. His face was full of anxiety and helplessness, and his voice changed a little due to excitement. General Amni glanced at the adjutant and said nothing. A hint of confusion and helplessness appeared in his eyes. He knew that the adjutant was right, but he also knew that Cunyunsheng's troops were not so easy to deal with. "General Amni, I'm here not to start a war with you." Cun Yunsheng broke the silence. "I have a suggestion that may avoid the losses of both sides." His voice was calm and sincere, trying to ease the tension. atmosphere. "What proposal?" General Amni asked in confusion. His eyes were full of curiosity and suspicion, and he didn't know what Cun Yunsheng was going on. "Retreat." Cun Yunsheng said lightly. His tone was calm, as if it was just a very ordinary suggestion. "What?" General Amni was stunned for a moment. Was he letting them go back? His face was filled with surprise and disbelief, his mouth wide open as if he could stuff an egg into it. "I said go back. Stay here, you will have no way to die." Cun Yunsheng said word by word. His eyes were firm and he looked straight into General Amni's eyes, making him unable to escape. "Why?" General Amni asked even more puzzled. His heart was full of doubts, and he didn't understand why Cun Yunsheng let them go. Who knew that Cun Yunsheng did not explain much, but chose to retreat. His troops turned neatly and slowly left the battlefield. Their figures gradually blurred in the sand and dust and eventually disappeared. He knew the other party would make the right choice. "General, what does he mean?" the adjutant looked at Cun Yunsheng who was leaving and asked in confusion. His face was full of confusion, and he scratched his head, trying to understand Cun Yunsheng's intention. "We have failed!" After Cun Yunsheng left, General Amni said to the adjutant in frustration: "What we can do now is to make ourselves defeated not too ugly!" His voice was low and powerless, as if it was a moment. Zicang is ten years older. The adjutant didn't say anything because he knew that General Amni was a person who refused to admit defeat. Just like before, everyone was pessimistic about the situation in Africa. Only General Amni believed that he could defeat the Allies, and the fact was once. Once again he was right. But now, even General Amni has to admit that they have lost, so this battle is really hopeless. "It really failed?" the adjutant asked unwillingly. A hint of despair was revealed in his eyes, but he still held a hint of luck.

Who knew that General Amni shook his head and sighed: "Damn Chinese army, if it weren't for them, we wouldn't have lost in North Africa! If there was a chance, I would rather meet the other party's commander!" Full of unwillingness and helplessness, and also a hint of curiosity. No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! As he said that, General Amni began to organize the German army to retreat. Although his heart was full of helplessness, he still hoped to minimize the losses as much as possible. He formulated a detailed retreat plan and arranged for the soldiers to evacuate in an orderly manner. However, a telegram from Berlin stunned General Amnie. The telegram was sent by Marshal Keitel, in which he said: "General Amnie, given the situation you are currently in, there is no doubt that you should retreat." "But for the sake of the whole strategy, I hope you will continue to hold your position and never take a step back and put every rifle and every soldier into battle." "Although the enemy has an advantage, it is already at the end of its strength." "I believe you will be able to defeat the enemy by virtue of your will. This is not uncommon in history." "If you don't win, you'd rather die. The time has come for the Empire to need you." "If you don't win, you'd rather die. The empire needs me." General Amni read the last line over and over again. His eyes were empty, as if he had lost focus, and the telegram in his hand was trembling slightly. After a long time, General Amni put down the telegram and slowly turned his head to stare out the window. Outside the window was a vast desert, with wind and sand still raging, as if laughing at their plight. Not long ago, General Amni also issued a retreat order to the troops, and he even made a retreat plan... As he said, he didn't want the North African Legion to be defeated too ugly. However, at this moment, the Supreme Command explicitly prohibits retreating! "General!" said the adjutant with a pale face: "This will bring a catastrophe to the North African Legion. We cannot do this!" His voice was filled with fear and despair, and he grabbed General Amni's with both hands tightly. shoulders, trying to make him change his mind. "Then what do you think we should do?" General Amni responded coldly. A hint of fatigue and helplessness revealed in his eyes, and he was a little bored with the excitement of the adjutant. "I want..." the adjutant replied: "I suggest we continue to retreat!" Although his voice trembled, he still expressed his thoughts firmly. "No, we cannot withdraw!" General Amni's tone suddenly became stronger: "The command command ordered us to do our best to stick to it! We must obey!" There was a trace of unquestionable majesty in his voice, as if he was expressing his determination to the adjutant. "General..." The adjutant wanted to persuade him again. "Don't say it again!" General Amni interrupted the adjutant loudly: "I want you to keep your current position! This is a matter of life and death!" His face was full of anger and determination, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction. come out. "Yes." The adjutant replied helplessly. He knew that he could not change General Amni's decision and could only accept this cruel reality silently. So, German soldiers began to build fortifications in the desert. They dug trenches on the scorching sun and carried sandbags on the hot sand. Sweat soaked their clothes and was quickly dried by the sun, leaving a layer of white salt stain. Their hands were blisters, and they were worn out again, and the blood stained the tools in their hands, but none of them stopped. After Cun Yunsheng learned that the German army had not retreated, he fell into deep thought.

He knew that the German army's persistence would bring more variables to the battle situation and would also cause more people to lose their lives. He decided to negotiate with General Amni again, trying to convince him to give up on sticking. General Amni was very surprised when Cunyunsheng appeared in front of the German position again. He didn't expect Cunyunsheng to come again, and he couldn't help but admire this Chinese general in his heart. "General Amni, I know you have received the order to persevere, but this is a meaningless sacrifice." Cunyunsheng said sincerely: "Retreat does not mean failure, but to preserve your strength and wait for a better one opportunity." General Amni was silent for a moment and said, "I understand what you mean, but as a soldier, I must obey the order." A trace of helplessness and firmness were revealed in his eyes. "Do you want to watch your soldiers die for nothing?" Cun Yunsheng said excitedly: "The purpose of war is not for destruction, but for peace." General Amni's heart was deeply touched by Cun Yunsheng's words. He remembered the soldiers who followed him through life and death, their young faces and their longing for the future. He didn't want them to die just like that. (End of this chapter)