The direction of the war was completely beyond the expectations of the British Supreme Command.

The German army's judgment was so accurate and its rapid action was shocking. The disastrous defeat of the "Devil's Land" and the Kidney Ridge caused the Commonwealth army to suffer the most severe losses from the beginning.

Montgomery hesitated a little.

Has the African Legion really reached the point where the oil was exhausted? At least judging from its current performance, they can continue to carry out the war.

What's wrong with this?

Now Montgomery puts his hopes on the army that made a breakthrough in Heights 22,23.

It was a team composed of the First Armored Division, the 2nd Royal Artillery Regiment, the 111th Field Artillery Regiment, the 133rd Infantry Brigade, the 1st Infantry Brigade of Greece, and the 2nd Free French Brigade. The defense at the 22nd and 23rd was the Italian army commanded by General Mota.

Shortly after the Battle of Kidney Ridge, the British Supreme Command once again intercepted the enemy's "Ennigma". In the telegram, Marshal Ernst Breme, the enemy's supreme commander, almost hysterically demanded that Berlin immediately replenish the African Legion the supplies they needed. There were a few words in the telegram that attracted Montgomery's attention:

"We are attacking, we are winning, but where is the damn fuel, our soldiers have seen through the enemy's attempts and are hitting our enemies, but where is the damn ammunition supply?"

Subsequently, the "fighters" also sent a secret telegram to the British Supreme Command, saying that the Germans had used the last little bit of pitiful fuel and they had no replenishment. Their tanks would stop attacking because of the fuel exhaustion!

Now Montgomery fully understood that he told General Alexander: "Among all the enemies I know, Baron Alexander is undoubtedly the greatest one, and his talents are far superior to us. No matter what kind of disguise we make, he can always see through it. No matter how confused we are, he will never be deceived. In the ever-changing battlefield, he can always capture our weaknesses the most keenly and defeat us. If we have sufficient supplies, we have no possibility of victory."

General Alexander nodded reluctantly. Although he was not particularly willing to admit these words that undermined the majesty of the British Empire, the truth was

If there is sufficient supply, no one can defeat Baron Alexander, no!

"It's a pity that he is always a great tragic marshal." General Montgomery sighed: "In the first war, he did his best and led the Skeleton Commando to win countless victories. In order to win the reputation of "Skeleton Baron", he also received great respect from our Britain, but he still failed to help Germany win the final victory. This time he came back and was still winning continuously, but the deadly supplies were about to defeat him General Alexander. In fact, from my heart, I don't want to see his failure."

"Bernard, if you hear these words by those in the country, you will make a new round of accusations against you." General Alexander smiled.

"I don't care, do I appreciate it, I even admire our enemy, Baron Alexander." Montgomery said calmly: "To be honest, when this war ended, it was not me and you who defeated him, but the Germans themselves. The same was true for Rommel. He did everything he could do, and no one was better than him. But when the tank fuel was exhausted, no general could win."

General Alexander nodded: "So, let's end it all."

General Montgomery grabbed the phone on the table: "Tell General Woodrow to take down the 22,23 highlands, follow the defeated Italian army to pursue them all the way, and cut off the German army's ties!"

After the phone was put down, General Montgomery had seen the goddess of victory smiling at herself

"Marson Ernst, the enemy has launched an attack on Heights No. 22 and 23, and the offensive is very fierce!"

"Very good, gentlemen, the gambling is now on." Wang Weiyi looked at all the officers in the General Staff with a smile: "How long can Mota and his Italians hold on there?"

"Marson, one day, I paid a bet of one hundred marks for this."

"I bet for 12 hours, one hundred marks."

The officers began to bet one after another. At such a tense stage of the war, this was very different from the usual rigorous style of the German officials.

But they already had a commander like this:

Marshal Ernst Bryme!

"Guo Yunfeng, record the number they bet." Wang Weiyi smiled and said, "I will bet for 3 hours."

Although Marshal Ernst had mentioned many times that the Italians could only last for three hours at most, German officers did not believe it.

Italians can't fight anymore, so they should be able to persist for three hours.

But the war was going on exactly as Marshal Ernst's vision

At 9 o'clock, under the command of Lieutenant General Woodrow, the Commonwealth Army launched a fierce attack on the 22 and 23 Heights guarded by the Italians. The shells of the 2nd Royal Artillery Regiment and the 111th Field Artillery Regiment instantly covered the two high grounds.

And what were the Italian artillery doing at this time?

The Italian artillery power was actually very powerful. They had cannons and shells that were not inferior to the enemy at all. However, less than ten minutes after the enemy's shelling began, the Italian artillery commander General Tavalle issued an order:

Evacuate and leave this damn place!

Reason? The reason is very simple, and "becoming soundly": "The soldiers started attacking sooner or later before they had time to eat. I would not let hungry soldiers fight!"

Crashing? It really makes people collapse.

But this is the "outstanding" performance of the Italian army on the battlefield

General Mota was actually planning to do a big fight on the battlefield, so that those Germans who always kept mocking the Italian army would take a good look, and Italian soldiers would also be able to fight!

But the hell General Tavalai and his artillery actually ran away like a coward!

"I want to report to the leader and shoot this coward!" Amid the enemy's overwhelming cannons, General Mota screamed out with hissing: "He deserves to be shot, shot!"

"General, the enemy's artillery fire is too fierce, and the No. 23 position has collapsed!"

"Stand by, let them hold on! Damn, we can't let the Germans joke anymore!"

"There is no way to persevere. Those officers are shouting that they don't want to die without the support of artillery fire!"

"Damn it, have they forgotten the glory of the soldiers?"

"General, it seems that life is more important!"

Just when General Mota was still unable to make up his mind to retreat or continue to resist, the large-scale attack of the enemy had already begun.

The enemy soldiers were everywhere, and the Italian army was at a loss.

When the gunshots sounded, some soldiers threw down their weapons and turned around and ran away regardless of the fire.

No officers were to stop them, because the officers were also among the escapees.

Less than an hour after the war began, Highland No. 23 fell into the hands of the British army.

Then, the attack on Height No. 22 also began.

General Mota can't stand it anymore

To be honest, among all the Italian generals, General Mota is quite good, at least he really wants to fight a battle here.

Even when the No. 23 Highland was lost, he was still working hard to command the troops to continue fighting.

But war is not his own war

"Retreat, retreat!" The helpless General Mota finally gave the order: "Give up the position, give up the position! Bring all my things with you! Yes, that coat was given to me by the leader, you have to be careful, that bottle of wine, but the real good wine from 1910."

The Italians ran away

When Lieutenant General Woodrow, the commander of the British army, ascended the 22nd Heights, he was still so relaxed that he couldn't believe the victory.

The Italians' fighting qualities were so poor that they were outrageous. It was a huge tragedy for the Germans to choose him as an ally.

"Continue to advance towards Kalman." Lieutenant General Woodrow gave his order: "Officers, let's end this war that should be cursed!"

12:10.

"Martyr Ernst, the Italians have failed. The 22 and 23 highlands fell into the hands of the British. Now the British are chasing the Italians behind, and they can reach Kalman at about 2 pm."

"My luck is always so good, ah, I'm talking about gambling luck." Wang Weiyi smiled very brightly: "Guo Yunfeng, have you recorded their bets?"

"All records are recorded, Marshal." Guo Yunfeng said lightly: "I bet a thousand marks, and I bet on your side."

"You greedy guy!" Wang Weiyi couldn't help laughing: "Tell Erwin that the enemy is attacking Kalman and order his troops to prepare to attack on the flanks, and I will personally meet the challenge from the British!"

The German officials in the General Staff were cursing the incompetence of the Italians, causing them to lose so much money, but they were all excited when they heard this:

Skeleton Baron - I'm going to take action personally!

The enemy will have to face one of the enemies they fear the most!
Chapter completed!