Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

In that vast, scorching, and sandy desert battlefield, the sunlight poured down unhindered, scorching the earth, as if to melt all things in the world in this boiling sea of ​​sand.

A slightly old command vehicle was parked quietly next to the makeshift command post. The mottled marks on the vehicle's body recorded the countless times it had been through battle.

Cun Yunsheng, the Allied commander shouldering an important mission, is standing next to the command vehicle at this moment, his brows furrowed. His deep gaze looks through layers of wind and sand, towards Tunisia in the distance, shrouded in the shadow of war.

That bronze face was full of traces of time and war. His furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips revealed that he was going through a fierce struggle and weighing of pros and cons in his heart.

He knew very well that Tunisia had become the key hub of the entire North African war, and the German-Italian coalition forces stationed there were their last viable force in this land.

The coalition built a solid defense line in Tunisia, with fortifications scattered all over the place and trenches crisscrossing. Bunkers were hidden behind the sand dunes like ferocious beasts, and the black muzzles of their guns seemed ready to devour any enemy who dared to approach.

Cun Yunsheng's mind kept emerging with tragic scenes from previous battles: young soldiers charging in the hail of bullets, fresh lives disappearing in an instant, hot blood gushing out and soon being swallowed up by the dry desert, leaving only a shocking dark red color.

As a 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 easily.

However, the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, leaving him no room for hesitation or delay.

In the distant sky, one can still seem to hear the rumbling of artillery coming from the Western Front. The Allied forces have successfully landed on the Western Front, and a global strategic coordinated operation is in full swing.

The progress of the North African battlefield is like a key link in a domino effect, directly affecting the direction of the entire war.

If he fails to capture Tunisia quickly, not only will the Allied forces on the Western Front be caught in a dilemma of being attacked from all sides and under tremendous pressure, but the entire carefully planned strategic plan may also fail, and all efforts will be wasted.

Time is running out, every minute and every second seems so precious, like the sand in an hourglass, slipping away rapidly.

"Commander, all the troops have been assembled and can launch an attack at any time!" Adjutant Xiao Li hurried over. He had an upright posture, his eyes revealed firmness and courage, and his voice was loud and clear, breaking Cun Yunsheng's meditation.

Cun Yunsheng turned around slowly and his eyes fell on Xiao Li's young and resolute face. A complex emotion surged in his heart, including satisfaction with his subordinates' loyalty and bravery, but also worry about the upcoming brutal battle.

"I understand." Cun Yunsheng nodded, then continued to look at the map, lost in thought.

Looking at his adjutant, Cun Yunsheng continued.

"Do you understand how great the risk of this battle is? The German-Italian coalition will certainly fight to the end. Every step forward we take will come at 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, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

He knew very well that each of these soldiers who followed him through life and death had firm beliefs.

They knew exactly what the purpose of their fight was.

As a commander, he should be more resolute and lead them to victory. "Okay, notify all troops to 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 passionate sound of the charge resounded throughout the entire desert battlefield. The sound seemed to have the power to penetrate everything, drowning out the whistling sand and the muffled sound of artillery fire.

The soldiers shouted and surged out from behind the sand dunes like a surging tide, charging bravely towards the defense line of the German-Italian coalition forces.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the wind and sand, but they always moved forward firmly in the direction of the enemy.

The German-Italian coalition forces put up a stubborn resistance. Dense bullets sprayed out from bunkers and trenches like a rainstorm, splashing up trails of dust on the sand.

The soldiers walking in the front fell one after another, and their blood quickly dyed the sand under their feet red, but the soldiers behind them showed no fear. They stepped on the bodies of their comrades and continued to move forward bravely.

The battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood filled the air, making people sick. The shouts of killing and the sound of gunfire were intertwined, deafening, as if the whole world had fallen into chaos and madness.

Cun Yunsheng stood on the command vehicle, holding the telescope tightly, closely watching every change in the battlefield situation.

His eyes were firm and calm, and he constantly adjusted his offensive strategy according to the situation on the battlefield.

"Order the tank troops to advance at full speed and provide cover for the infantry!" He gave orders loudly, his voice sounding a little hoarse in the noisy battlefield.

The tanks roared forward like steel monsters, and their tracks left deep marks in the sand.

However, the enemy's anti-tank firepower was extremely fierce, and anti-tank shells whizzed in and hit the tanks accurately.

Accompanied by loud explosions, tanks burned in flames and thick smoke rose up, shrouding everything around in darkness.

The battle entered a white-hot stage and both sides were in a stalemate.

The battle for every inch of land was extremely fierce. The Allied soldiers struggled forward in the hail of bullets, and every step forward came at a heavy price.

Relying on their solid fortifications and powerful firepower, the German-Italian coalition forces stubbornly resisted the Allied attack. Their defense line was like an insurmountable high wall, blocking the Allied advance.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, scouts hurried over and brought important intelligence: 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 ray of light in the darkness.

He made a quick decision and ordered an elite force to encircle the enemy from the left wing in an attempt to break through the enemy's defense line.

"Remember, you must approach the enemy quietly and catch them off guard!" Cun Yunsheng solemnly warned the company commander leading the team.

This elite force struggled forward in the desert, carrying heavy equipment and trudging through the scorching sand.

The scorching sun made their mouths dry and their clothes soaked with sweat, but they did not complain at all. They had only one belief in their hearts: to complete the mission and pave the way to victory.

They carefully avoided enemy patrols 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-Italian coalition forces were thrown into chaos.

The soldiers panicked, and a gap suddenly appeared in the originally tight defense line.

Cun Yunsheng seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and decisively ordered an all-out attack.

"Charge! For victory, for peace!" The soldiers shouted, their morale boosted. Taking advantage of the enemy's confusion, they charged forward bravely like tigers descending from the mountains.

The weapons in their hands spewed out anger and poured bullets of hatred at the enemy.

After several hours of bloody fighting, the Allied forces finally broke through the German-Italian coalition's defense line and began to advance towards Tunisia. But the enemy did not give up resistance. They set up many obstacles around the city of Tunisia in an attempt to make a final struggle.

Cun Yunsheng knew that this would be an even more difficult battle. Every street and every house could become an enemy stronghold, and every advance could encounter stubborn resistance from the enemy.

He ordered the troops to rest temporarily and replenish ammunition and supplies. At the same time, he summoned the commanders of various troops to formulate a detailed siege plan.

In the makeshift tent, the commanders sat together in a tense and serious atmosphere.

The enemy's fortifications and firepower points were marked on the map, and everyone was discussing the best plan for attacking the city.

"We must concentrate our superior forces and launch an attack from the west gate where the enemy's defense is the weakest. At the same time, send a small team to launch a feint attack from the east gate to attract the enemy's attention." Cun Yunsheng pointed to the map and spoke in an orderly manner.

He looked at the tired but resolute faces of the soldiers and was deeply moved. "Everyone has worked hard, but victory is just around the corner, we must persevere!"

He patted the soldiers on the shoulders affectionately and encouraged them.

The soldiers were moved by his care and encouragement, and expressed their willingness to follow him and fight until the last moment.

"Sir, we are not afraid of death. We are willing to do anything as long as we can win!" said a young soldier excitedly.

The siege finally began, and Allied artillery launched a fierce bombardment on Tunisia.

One shell after another whizzed towards the enemy's defense line, and the explosion was deafening.

The city walls were crumbling under the artillery fire, bricks and stones were flying, and many of the enemy's fortifications were also destroyed.

But the enemy still resisted stubbornly. Relying on the buildings and streets in the city, they engaged in fierce street fighting with the Allies.

In the narrow streets, every brick and every corner became the focus of contention between the two sides.

The soldiers shuttled through the hail of bullets and engaged in close combat with the enemy.

Bullets whizzed past my ears and the sound of grenades exploding was endless.

The battle was extremely fierce, and both sides paid a heavy price.

The streets were littered with bodies and debris, and blood formed streams that flowed between the bricks.

However, the Allied forces gradually gained the upper hand with their tenacious fighting spirit and excellent tactics. They advanced into the city step by step, constantly compressing the enemy's defense line.

As the situation on the North African battlefield took a drastic turn, the atmosphere far away in mainland France also became unusually solemn and subtle.

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. Occasionally there were a few pedestrians, but they looked hurried, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

German patrol cars roared through the streets, raising a cloud of dust, as if announcing their rule to the people.

And within the French army, a fierce ideological confrontation was quietly unfolding.

When the French learned that the North African Allied forces had reached Tunisia, the entire military top brass fell into deep thought.

The French generals, led by Darlan, were in deep confusion.

Darlan, an influential figure in the French army, was sitting in his spacious but slightly depressing office.

He stared blankly out the window, the cigar in his hand was half burned, but no one paid any attention to him.

His mind kept echoing with news of the Allied victories in Tunisia and rumors of the German army's gradual defeat on various battlefields.

He knew very well that the balance of war had begun to tilt towards the Allies, and that the German army's doom seemed inevitable.

"Marshal, we can't just sit here and wait for death." The chief of staff walked into the office and broke the silence.

There was an anxious look on his face, and he was obviously troubled by the current situation.

"The German army is already in a difficult situation. If we continue to be tied to them, the final result will only be our destruction together with them. We must consider our own retreat."

Darlan slowly turned his head and looked at the chief of staff, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"But surrender...how easy is that? We have to face not only the wrath of the German army, but also the views of the people at home. How will they view us surrendering generals?"

The chief of staff sighed and said, "Marshal, I understand your concerns. But the current situation does not allow us to have too many choices. If we do not surrender and continue to work for the German army, we will become historical sinners when the Allies completely defeat the German army. If we surrender now, at least we can strive for some favorable conditions for France and retain a glimmer of hope for the reconstruction of the country."

Darlan fell into deep thought, with a fierce struggle going on in his heart.

He thought of the former glory of the French army and of his comrades who had died on the battlefield, and his heart was filled with pain and helplessness.

However, the cruel reality forced him to face this difficult decision.

At the same time, in the various barracks of the French army, soldiers were also discussing privately.

They heard the news of the Allied landing and felt the change in the war situation.

Some soldiers began to doubt their decision to continue fighting for the German army. They did not want to work for a regime that was doomed to fail. They longed for peace and wanted to return to their hometowns.

"Why are we still fighting for the Germans here? They have already lost, what's the point of us fighting anymore?" a young soldier said angrily.

"Yes, our families are suffering, and yet we are here working for the invaders. We should surrender and end this war," another soldier echoed.

The soldiers' emotions gradually became high, and their dissatisfaction and rebelliousness began to spread in the barracks.

This sentiment also reached the ears of the generals, making them more aware of the urgency of surrender.

After several days and nights of careful consideration, Darlang finally made up his mind.

He summoned a group of trusted generals and held a secret meeting. (End of this chapter)