Chapter 670 (1/2)

East Africa.

Ethiopia.

Tigre Province, the capital of makare line.

In front of sandbags and trenches, there are roadblocks formed by Trojan horse piles connected with iron wire. This kind of defense method during World War I was used by Ethiopians on the battlefield.

It's just in front of the tank on the opposite side, these obstacles have no effect on the enemy except to create obstacles for their own cavalry.

It was not the wood and wire that stopped the Italian army. It was the binding grenades used to blow up tanks and the colt and browning heavy machine guns on the sand fort.

And then there was the brand-new machine gun in the enemy's hand. Looking through the telescope, general Deborah saw ammunition boxes, supplies, troops and logistics all over the front line.

”Where did these weapons come from? Why did they dig trenches and build sandbars in just three days? What's going on?”

If Deborah still decides to order the attack after putting down his telescope, they have no time to delay. They are morally indefensible. Once the delay goes on, public opinion and army morale will suffer. He wants to get makaret as soon as possible and join with the other two ways.

”Let the 36th mechanical unit attack. I'm going to have a party in the Lord's house tonight. Every soldier can take away the girl he likes.”

Deborah used wine and women to boost morale. This method, which lasted for thousands of years, was never disappointing. There was a roar of cheers from behind.

Tanks start, motorcycles take the lead to explore and guide, observe the enemy's movement, while infantry hide on both sides and behind the tank, waiting for close range.

Roaring -

the black smoke tank is now a fierce steel monster, which is about to rush forward to tear the enemy's resistance and make them cry and beg in despair.

All their land, all their slaves.

With a cruel smile, the Italian army launched an attack with full of excitement.

The tank's main gun began to play, a shell fell from the sky, solid shells used to attack the city is not a problem.

But attacking soldiers hiding in the trench is like an elephant beating an ant. There is no harm except a few unlucky people. The momentum is quite frightening.

But what they don't know is that the determined and willing price of the Egyptian army is more terrible than they imagined.

”What are they doing? Somebody's coming out.” A hundred meters away, suddenly someone rushed out of the ditch.

The skinny Negro only had his crotch wrapped in a gray rag, his hands in his arms, and ran to them like crazy.

”Shoot, shoot, keep them away.” The commander was uneasy and immediately ordered to shoot.

Dada -

the heavy machine gun is like a roaring fire dragon. Browning on the defense line shows its power. Bullets are pouring down in the rain, and no one dares to head.

The first naked Negro rushed to the tank and turned down, exposing what was in his arms to the air.

Without any hesitation, the black man pulled down the fuze and put the cluster bombs in a ball on the track of the tank.

Br >

in addition to the sound of a few tanks falling off, there was still a sound of falling off.

The scrapped tanks were smoky and did not move at all as the pilot could operate.

”Stop the tank.” Looking at the abandoned tank forming a barrier, the commander issued orders with a black face.