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Finally, the British army arrived at the Tobrook line after a six-hour marching.

Major General Evans of the 15th Armored Division immediately asked the Air Force to provide firepower assistance.

But a few minutes later, it was ruthlessly rejected by the Air Force: "General, we cannot meet your request because our planes cannot accurately drop bombs on targets in the dark!"

Major General Evans couldn't help but get the telegram so angry that he tore it to pieces.

"These guys!" Major General Evans cursed: "They can help when the enemy needs it, and there are many excuses when we need it!"

But Major General Evans scolded him, but he knew in his heart that the Air Force was right, it was getting dark, and the Air Force without night combat could not provide strong help to the 15th Armored Division. If they were forced to move, they might once again "help the enemy."

"General, we should probably take a night off and wait for dawn before attacking!" The staff advised: "The troops were exhausted after a day of rushing. They were unable to launch an attack, let alone we have no air aid yet!"

"Barritt!" Evans shook his head and said, "You think I don't know this? But you think we can wait till tomorrow?!"

"Why can't it?" asked the staff officer.

"Look at this!" Major General Evans pointed to Tobrook on the map and said, "Tobrook is a port. The port has an advantage, that is, even if we surrounded it on land, the enemy can still send reinforcements from the sea. Do you think Rommel is a fool, and in this case, he will not send reinforcements to Tobrook and watch us trap these Germans to death?"

Hearing this, the staff officer couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed. He should have thought of this.

"The enemy's reinforcements are likely to set off from Benghazi..." Major General Evans analyzed while looking at the map: "There are more than 300 nautical miles from Benghazi to Tobrook Port. Let's assume that the Germans began to prepare for reinforcements at the moment of capturing Tobrook Port, then... the reinforcements may arrive in Tobrook in 17 hours, and now six hours have passed!"

As he said that, Major General Evans rolled up the map and looked worriedly at the line of defense covered with barbed wire: "In other words, we can only attack them at night, otherwise... when their reinforcements arrive, it will be even more difficult to conquer it!"

"But, how do we attack such a line of defense?" The staff officer looked a little pale: "And it's still at night!"

The staff's concerns make sense. The British army is not good at night battles, especially the armored division...

This is related to the British army's fighting will... The weaker the fighting will, the more afraid of night battles, because night battles often require hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. Even if there is no hand-to-hand combat, squatting alone in the trenches or foxgloves in the darkness, enemies will suddenly jump in front of you at any time... This itself is a test of will and courage.

On the other hand, it is also related to the British army's equipment.

For example, the British tanks do not have the ability to fight at night, and the air force does not have the ability to fight at night... This has led to the British army always trying to avoid night battles with the enemy, because this is almost like letting the British army tie their hands to fight.

But now Major General Evans thinks he has no choice.

"Think about the better!" Major General Evans said: "We have more than 10,000 people, more than 100 tanks, and the enemy has only more than 1,000 people. We have a great advantage in military strength! And..."

And Evans did not say that this was a secret that only a few senior officers knew.

(Note: At this time, the British Armored Division implemented a two-brigade system, that is, one division and two brigades, each brigade is about 10,000 people, and the entire division has a full 20,000 people equipped with 300 tanks.)

On the other hand, Qin Chuan also realized that the British army would launch an attack tonight for the same reason as Major General Evans considered, especially because time was not on the side of the British army... The longer the time delayed, the greater the consumption of British supplies, which was very dangerous for the British army that lost Tobrook.

But even so, Qin Chuan fell asleep.

He was lying on the beach near the dock, and all the idle people on the dock were driven away... This was for the safety of the materials in the warehouse. Colonel Slain was worried that British troops or underground organizations would sneak in and blow up the warehouse, so he blocked the port and did not allow anyone to enter.

The troops blocking the port are of course the first battalion where Qin Chuan is located.

This is a good job. The soldiers can even take a comfortable bath in the sea near the port during rest breaks... Of course, not all soldiers can receive this treatment, because the warehouse also needs people to guard the port and also need to arrange defenses.

Only the second company where Qin Chuan is located is... In fact, only Qin Chuan has obtained the permission of Colonel Slein.

"Sergeant!" Colonel Slain said to Qin Chuan after everything stabilized: "You performed well in this battle. Without your advice, I think we would not be able to successfully capture Tobrook. In order to commend your achievements, I decided to give you a half-day vacation. You can use anything here at will, including the supplies in the warehouse..."

"Sir!" Qin Chuan said: "This is not just my credit, but in fact... my subordinates, my platoon, and our company..."

"Okay!" Colonel Slain interrupted Qin Chuan: "It can only be done until the whole time, let you all take a long vacation!"

The soldiers couldn't help but cheer loudly, and many soldiers even hugged Qin Chuan enthusiastically to express their gratitude to him.

The first thing the soldiers did was take a bath... After staying in the desert for so long, nothing was more pleasing than taking a comfortable bath in the blue water and then drinking a glass of British port from the warehouse under a parasol.

Werner brought a sheep from somewhere... Later I found out that it was exchanged with local people with beef jars in the warehouse. Werner originally wanted to change a pig, but he couldn't find a pig in Libya and could only use sheep to make up.

The soldiers slaughtered the sheep in all their might and set up a fire, then roasted the lamb next to the beach.

"Is there a better life than this?" the baker said while drinking in the sea breeze: "If I wrote to my family that war could be enjoyed so much, they would definitely think I was crazy!"

"Don't talk about them!" Big Bear said vaguely while gnawing on the mutton: "I can't believe it yet... God, I'm really enjoying a bonfire dinner by the sea!"

"It should be attributed to our sergeant, right?" Werner raised the wine glass in his hand: "To the sergeant!"
Chapter completed!