In that vast, hot and windy desert battlefield, the sunlight poured down without any cover, scorching the earth, as if to melt everything in the world into this hot sea of sand. A slightly old command car was quietly parked next to the temporary command post, and the mottled traces of the body of the car recorded the countless war baptisms it had experienced. Cunyunsheng, the Allied Commander who shoulders a major mission, is standing next to the command car, frowning, and his deep eyes are looking at Tunisia in the distance, shrouded in the shadow of war. The bronze face was engraved with traces of time and war, and his furrowed brows and tight lips revealed that he was experiencing intense struggles and trade-offs in his heart. He knew very well that Tunisia in front of him had become a key hub for the entire North African war situation, and the German and Italian coalition forces stationed here were their last vital force on this land. The coalition built a solid line of defense in Tunisia, with fortifications scattered, trenches crisscrossed, bunkers hiding behind sand dunes like hideous giant beasts, and the black muzzles seemed to be ready to swallow all enemies who dared to approach. The tragic scenes of the past battles kept popping up in Cun Yunsheng's mind: young soldiers charged in the rain of bullets, fresh life disappeared in an instant, boiling blood flowed out, and they were soon swallowed by the dry desert, leaving only a piece of it. Shocking dark red. As the commander, every decision he made was related to the life and death of countless soldiers. The decision to attack Tunisia was so heavy that it was difficult for him to make it easy. However, the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, and he could not have the slightest hesitation or hesitation. In the distant sky, you can still hear the rumbling cannons from the Western Front. The Allies have successfully landed on the Western Front, and a global strategic coordinated operation is in full swing.
The progress on the North African battlefield is like a key link in dominoes, which directly affects the direction of the entire battle situation. If he cannot conquer Tunisia quickly, it will not only put the Allies on the Western Front in a dilemma of being attacked from both sides and endure huge pressure, but it may also lead to the failure of the entire carefully planned strategic plan and all efforts will be wasted. Time is tight, and every minute and every second seems so precious, as if the fine sand in the hourglass is passing by rapidly. "Sir, all troops have been assembled and can launch an attack at any time!" Adjutant Xiao Li rushed over. He was tall and firm and courageous in his eyes. His voice was loud and clear, breaking Cunyunsheng's meditation. Cun Yunsheng slowly turned around, his eyes fell on Xiao Li's young and resolute face, and a complex feeling surged in his heart, including both loyalty and courage for his subordinates and concern for the upcoming cruel battle. . "I understand." Cun Yunsheng nodded, then continued to look at the map, falling into deep thought. Looking at his adjutant, Cunyunsheng continued. "Do you know how much risk is in this battle? The German and Italian coalition forces will definitely resist stubbornly. Every time we move forward, we have to pay a huge price..." Cun Yunsheng's voice was low and hoarse, and his words were full of fatigue and heaviness. "Sir, I understand! But we are fighting for justice and for freedom." The adjutant replied quickly. Cun Yunsheng nodded slightly, and a hint of praise flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that each of these soldiers who followed him through life and death had a firm belief. They know very well what the purpose of their fight is. As the commander, he should be determined to lead them to the other side of victory. "Okay, notify all troops and launch an attack immediately according to the original plan!" Cun Yunsheng took a deep breath and issued this order that determined the fate of countless people. In an instant, the intense charge sounded throughout the desert battlefield. The sound seemed to have the power to penetrate everything, covering the howling wind and sand and the low sound of cannons. The soldiers shouted like a surging tide, rushing out from behind the dunes, charging bravely towards the defense line of the German and Italian coalition forces. Their figures appear and disappear in the wind and sand, but they always move firmly towards the enemy. The German and Italian coalition indeed carried out tenacious resistance, and dense bullets ejected from the bunkers and trenches like heavy rain, splashing smoke and dust on the sand. The soldiers walking in the front fell one after another, and the blood quickly dyed the sand under their feet red, but the soldiers behind them were not afraid at all. They stepped on the bodies of their comrades and continued to move forward bravely.
The battlefield was filled with smoke, and the pungent smell of smoke mixed with the fishy smell of blood, spreading in the air, making people sick. The sound of shouts and guns were intertwined, deafening, as if the whole world was in chaos and madness. Cun Yunsheng stood in the command car, holding the telescope tightly, and paying close attention to every change in the situation on the battlefield. His eyes were firm and calm, and he kept adjusting his offensive strategy according to the battlefield situation. "Order the tank troops to advance at full speed to provide cover for the infantry!" He issued the order loudly, his voice a little hoarse on the noisy battlefield. Tanks roared forward like giant steel beasts, and the tracks left deep marks on the sand. However, the enemy's anti-tank firepower was extremely fierce, and anti-tank shells flew over and hit the tank accurately. Accompanied by violent explosions, tanks burned in the flames, and rolling smoke rose up, covering everything around them in a darkness. The battle entered a white-hot stage and the two sides were in a stalemate. The battle for every inch of land was extremely fierce, and the Allied soldiers struggled to move forward in the rain of bullets, and every step forward had to pay a heavy price. With its strong fortifications and powerful firepower, the German and Italian coalition stubbornly resisted the Allies' attacks. Their defense line was like an insurmountable high wall, blocking the Allies' progress. Just as the situation was in a deadlock, the scouts rushed over and brought an important piece of information: the enemy's left-wing defense line was relatively weak, and there were certain loopholes in the fortifications. When Cun Yunsheng heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a glimmer of dawn in the darkness. He quickly made a decision and ordered an elite unit to circumvent the left wing, trying to tear open the enemy's defense. "Remember, you must approach the enemy quietly and catch them off guard!" Cunyunsheng solemnly reminded the company commander who led the team. This elite unit struggled to move forward in the desert. They carried heavy equipment and trekked deep and shallowly on the hot sand. The hot sunlight made their mouths dry and their sweat soaked in their clothes, but they didn't complain at all, and they had only one belief in their hearts: complete the task and open up the road for victory. They carefully avoided the enemy's patrol and used the cover of sand dunes and terrain to quietly approach the enemy's left wing defense line. When they suddenly appeared on the enemy's left wing, the German and Italian coalition forces were immediately in chaos. The soldiers were panicked, and a gap appeared in the originally tight line of defense. Cunyunsheng seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and decisively ordered a full-scale attack. "Come on! For victory and for peace!" The soldiers shouted, their morale was greatly boosted, and took advantage of the chaos of the enemy and charged forward bravely like a tiger going down the mountain. The weapons in their hands were spitting out anger and pouring bullets of hatred towards the enemy. After several hours of **** battle, the Allies finally broke through the defense line of the German and Italian coalition forces and began to advance towards Tunisia. But the enemy did not give up on resistance. They set up many obstacles around Tunisia City and tried to make the final struggle. Cunyunsheng knew that this would be a more difficult battle. Every street and every house might become the enemy's stronghold, and every advance could face the enemy's tenacious obstacles. He ordered the troops to take a temporary rest and replenish ammunition and supplies, and convened commanders of each unit to formulate detailed siege plans. In the temporary tent, the commanders sat together, the atmosphere was tense and serious. The enemy's fortifications and firepower points are marked on the map. Everyone talks and discusses the best plan for siege. "We must concentrate our superior forces and launch an attack from the weakest Ximen defense in the enemy. At the same time, we send a small team to attack from the east gate to attract the enemy's attention." Cun Yunsheng pointed to the map and said in an orderly manner.
He looked at the soldiers' tired and determined faces, and his heart was filled with emotion. "Everyone has worked hard, but victory is right in front of us, we must persevere!" He patted the soldiers on the shoulders kindly and encouraged them. The soldiers were moved by his care and encouragement and expressed their willingness to follow him and fight to the last moment. "Sir, we are not afraid of death. As long as we can win, we are willing to do anything!" a young soldier said excitedly. No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! The siege finally began, and the Allied artillery bombed Tunisia violently. The shells roared towards the enemy's defense line, and the explosion was deafening. The city walls were shaking in the artillery fire, and bricks and stones splashed, and the enemy's fortifications were also destroyed. But the enemy still resisted tenaciously. They relied on the buildings and streets in the city to launch fierce street battles with the Allies. In the narrow streets, every brick and stone and every corner have become the focus of competition between the two sides. The soldiers shuttled through the rain of bullets and fought close-range with the enemy. Bullets whizzed by their ears, and the sound of grenade explosions continued. The battle was extremely fierce, and both sides paid a huge price. The streets were covered with corpses and wreckage, and blood gathered into a stream, flowing between bricks and stones. But the Allies gradually gained the upper hand with their tenacious fighting spirit and excellent tactics. They advanced step by step into the city, constantly compressing the enemy's defense. At the moment when the situation on the battlefield in North Africa was turning violently, the atmosphere became extremely solemn and subtle on the land far away in France. France, a country that once occupied an important position on the European continent, is now shrouded in the shadow of war. In the city occupied by the German army, the streets were deserted and occasionally there were a few pedestrians, and their eyes were full of fear and confusion. German patrol cars whizzed past the streets, raising a gust of dust, as if declaring their rule to people. And within the French army, a fierce ideological confrontation is quietly unfolding. When the French learned that the North African Allied forces had reached Tunisia, the entire army's top leaders fell into deep thought. The French generals led by Darlang were even more deeply entangled. Dallang, the influential figure in the French army, is sitting in his spacious but slightly depressing office at the moment. His eyes were dull and he looked out the window, half of the cigar in his hand was burning, but no one paid attention to it. The news of the Allies winning streak in Tunisia and the rumors of the Germans gradually losing on various battlefields were constantly echoing in his mind. He knew very well that the balance of war had begun to tilt towards the Allies, and that the general situation of the German army was hopeless seemed to be a foregone conclusion. "Marson, we can't sit and wait for death anymore." The Chief of Staff walked into the office and broke the silence. He had an anxious look on his face, and he was obviously troubled by the current situation.
"The German army is already unable to protect itself. If we continue to tie it with them, the final result will be to destroy it with them. We must consider our own way of retreat." Dallang slowly turned his head and looked at the Chief of Staff, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. "But, surrender...how easy? We have to face not only the anger of the German army, but also the opinions of the people in the country. How will they view us surrendered generals?" The Chief of Staff sighed and said, "Marson, I understand your concerns. But the current situation can no longer tolerate too many choices. If we do not surrender and continue to work hard for the German army, and when the Allies completely defeat the German army, we will Become a sinner of history. And if we surrender now, we can at least fight for some favorable conditions for France and retain a glimmer of hope for the reconstruction of the country." Dallang fell into deep thought, and he was fighting fiercely inside. He remembered the glory of the French army and those comrades who died on the battlefield. His heart was filled with pain and helplessness. However, the cruelty of reality forced him to face this difficult decision. At the same time, soldiers were also talking privately in various barracks of the French army. They heard the news of the Allied landing and felt the changes in the war situation. Some soldiers began to doubt the continued fighting for the German army. They did not want to work for a doomed regime. They longed for peace and returned to their hometown. "Why are we still fighting for the Germans here? They have lost, what's the point of fighting?" a young soldier said angrily. "Yes, our families are suffering, but we are here to work hard for the invaders. We should surrender and end this war." Another soldier echoed. The soldiers' emotions gradually rose, and their dissatisfaction and resistance began to spread in the military camp. This emotion also reached the ears of the generals, making them more aware of the urgency of surrender. After several days and nights of careful consideration, Dallang finally made up his mind. He convened a group of trusted generals and held a secret meeting. (End of this chapter)