Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

General Amni stood in front of the headquarters tent. The scorching desert wind was like a violent beast, tearing everything around it wantonly.

The wind brought with it sand and dust, which hit my face painfully. Even the tent was shaking violently in the wind, making a creaking sound, as if it would be swallowed up by this harsh environment at any time.

His brows were furrowed, and the deep wrinkles on his forehead were like dry gullies in the desert. He held the information he had just received tightly in his hands, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

Sweat continued to seep from his forehead, mixing with the dust and sand, leaving muddy streaks on his face.

Intelligence clearly indicated that the Italian army was about to surrender.

This was undoubtedly a huge crisis for the German army.

Once the Italian army surrenders, a huge gap will appear in the German defense line in North Africa, and the entire strategic layout will be in danger of collapse.

"What a bunch of cowards!" General Amni angrily crumpled up the intelligence and threw it to the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged beast, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath.

He knew very well that he had to strike first, disarm the Italian army and defuse this bomb that could explode at any time before they formally surrendered.

General Amni quickly assembled his elite troops. The roar of the armored vehicles' engines echoed in the desert like a dull war drum, raising billowing dust.

The soldiers had a resolute look on their faces, but underneath this resoluteness, there was also a hint of nervousness. There was uneasiness in their eyes, after all, they knew that this operation was related to the survival of the German army in North Africa.

The desert sun was high in the sky, scorching the earth mercilessly. The ground temperature was high enough to cook eggs.

The soldiers were wearing heavy uniforms, which were soaked with sweat and stuck to their bodies. Their lips were chapped and their throats were so dry that they seemed to be on fire, but no one complained and just waited for orders silently.

However, just as General Amni's troops were about to launch an attack on the Italian army, a more intensive burst of engine sounds suddenly came from the distance.

Everyone looked into the distance vigilantly, their eyes wide open like bells, their hands tightly grasping their weapons, ready to fight at any time. An armored unit was approaching rapidly like a black torrent, and the dust formed a long tail behind them.

"Report to the general, it's the Chinese armored forces!" A scout came running to report. His face was full of fear, his voice was trembling slightly due to nervousness, and his steps were staggering, almost falling to the ground.

General Amni's face turned gloomy in an instant, and his pupils shrank sharply, as if he had seen the most terrifying nightmare.

He never expected that Cun Yunsheng's troops would appear at this critical moment.

Cun Yunsheng, the Chinese general who rose to prominence on the battlefield in North Africa, his troops were known for their strong combat effectiveness and flexible tactics.

His name was like a shadow, hanging over the hearts of German soldiers and making them terrified.

Soon, Cun Yunsheng's troops arrived at the front line and lined up neatly opposite the German troops.

A command vehicle slowly drove out of the queue and stopped between the two armies. The door opened and Cun Yunsheng got out.

He was dressed in a neat military uniform, with an upright posture and a firm and sharp look in his eyes, as if he could see through everything.

His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to step on the ground, making a dull sound.

Behind him was a group of equally spirited soldiers, their eyes revealing confidence and fearlessness.

General Amni looked at Cun Yunsheng, his heart full of doubts and vigilance.

His hand unconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

He didn't know why Cun Yunsheng came, but his intuition told him that this meeting would not be simple.

Cun Yunsheng walked up to General Amni with steady steps and nodded slightly.

"General Amni, long time no see." His voice was low and calm, as if he was not affected by the tense atmosphere at all.

"Are we familiar with each other?" General Amni asked, his tone full of hostility and vigilance.

"And why did you lead the troops here?" he asked directly, staring at Cun Yunsheng closely, trying to find a flaw on his face.

Cun Yunsheng smiled slightly, took out a document from his pocket and handed it to General Amni. "Take a look at this and you will know." There was a hint of mystery in his smile, making it hard to understand.

General Amni took the document and quickly glanced through it. The document recorded in detail important information such as the German army's troop deployment, fortifications, and logistic supply lines in Tunisia.

At the end of the document, there is a striking line of words: If the Italian army is attacked, the German troops in Tunisia will inevitably be wiped out.

General Amni's hands trembled slightly, he raised his head and stared at Cun Yunsheng. "Are you threatening me?" His voice became hoarse due to anger, and his body leaned forward slightly, making a gesture as if he was ready to attack at any time.

Cun Yunsheng's expression turned serious. "This is not a threat, but a warning. The surrender of the Italian army is an inevitable fact. If you take action against them now, it will only cause greater chaos. And my troops have enough ability to put the German army in Tunisia into a desperate situation." His eyes were firm and confident, and his tone was unquestionable.

General Amni fell silent, his heart full of contradictions and struggles.

On the one hand, he could not watch the Italian army surrender and let the German defense line collapse; on the other hand, he had to consider Cun Yunsheng's warning that the North African Corps would be completely destroyed.

In the desert wind, time seems to have stood still.

Soldiers from both sides waited quietly, the atmosphere was extremely tense. The soldiers' breathing was clearly audible, their fingers were tightly on the trigger, and they would immediately go into battle at the command.

"General, we can't just give up like this! Once the Italian army surrenders, we're done!" General Amni's adjutant couldn't help but say. His face was full of anxiety and helplessness, and his voice was a little distorted because of excitement.

General Amni glanced at his adjutant and said nothing. His eyes revealed a trace of confusion and helplessness. He knew that his adjutant was right, but he also knew that Cun Yunsheng's troops were not so easy to deal with.

"General Amni, I'm not here to start a war with you." Cun Yunsheng broke the silence, "I have a suggestion that may avoid losses for both sides." His voice was calm and sincere, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

"What proposal?" General Amni asked doubtfully. His eyes were full of curiosity and suspicion, wondering what Cun Yunsheng was planning.

"Retreat." Cun Yunsheng said calmly. His tone was calm, as if this was just a common suggestion.

"What?" General Amni was stunned for a moment. They were letting them go back? His face was full of surprise and disbelief, his mouth opened so wide that it seemed like an egg could fit in it.

"I say go back. If you stay here, you will die." Cun Yunsheng looked at the other party and said word by word. His eyes were firm, looking directly into the eyes of General Amni, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Why?" General Amni asked even more puzzled. His heart was full of doubts, and he didn't understand why Cun Yunsheng let them go.

Who knew that Cun Yunsheng didn't explain much, but chose to retreat.

His troops turned around neatly and slowly left the battlefield. Their figures gradually blurred in the dust and finally disappeared.

He knew the other party would make the right choice.

"General, what does he mean by this?" The adjutant asked doubtfully as he looked at Cun Yunsheng walking away. His face was full of confusion, and he scratched his head, trying to understand Cun Yunsheng's intentions.

"We've failed!" After Cun Yunsheng left, General Amni said to his adjutant in frustration: "All we can do now is to make sure we don't lose too badly!" His voice was low and weak, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

The adjutant did not speak, because he knew that General Amni was a man who would not admit defeat. Just like before, everyone was pessimistic about the war situation in Africa, but General Amni was the only one who believed that he could defeat the Allies, and facts proved him right time and time again.

But now, even General Amni has to admit that they have lost, so this battle is probably really hopeless.

"Did we really fail?" the adjutant asked unwillingly. There was a hint of despair in his eyes, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope.

Unexpectedly, General Amni shook his head and sighed: "Damn Chinese army, if it weren't for them, we wouldn't have lost in North Africa! If there is a chance, I would like to meet the opponent's commander!" His tone was full of unwillingness and helplessness, but also a hint of curiosity.

As he spoke, General Amni began to organize the German retreat.

Although he was full of helplessness, he still hoped to minimize the losses. He made a detailed retreat plan and arranged for the soldiers to evacuate in an orderly manner.

However, a telegram from Berlin left General Amni stunned.

The telegram was from Field Marshal Keitel, who said: "General Armni, given your current situation, there is no doubt that you should retreat."

"However, for the sake of the overall strategy, I hope you will continue to hold your ground, never retreat a single step, and put every rifle and every soldier into battle."

"Although the enemy has the advantage, it is already at the end of its strength."

"I believe you will be able to defeat your enemies through the power of your will. This has happened many times in history."

"It's either victory or death. The time has come for the Empire to need you."

"Either victory or death, the empire needs me." General Amni read the last line over and over again.

His eyes were empty, as if he had lost focus, and the telegram in his hand was shaking slightly.

After a long time, General Amni put down the telegram, slowly turned his head and stared out the window.

Outside the window was a vast desert, where the wind and sand were still raging, as if mocking their predicament.

Not long ago, General Amni issued an order to retreat to the troops, and he even made a retreat plan... As he said, he didn't want the North African Corps to suffer a too ugly defeat.

However, at this moment, the Supreme Command issued an express order prohibiting retreat!

"General!" the adjutant said palely, "This will bring devastating disaster to the North African Corps. We can't do this!" His voice was full of fear and despair. He grasped General Amni's shoulders tightly with both hands, trying to make him change his mind.

"Then what do you think we should do?" General Amni responded coldly. His eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and helplessness, and he was a little annoyed by his adjutant's excitement.

"I think..." the adjutant replied, "I suggest that we continue to retreat!" Although his voice was trembling, he still expressed his thoughts firmly.

"No, we can't retreat!" General Amni's tone suddenly became heavier: "The High Command orders us to hold on with all our might! We must obey!" There was a hint of unquestionable majesty in his voice, as if he was showing his determination to his adjutant.

"General..." The adjutant wanted to persuade him again.

"Stop talking!" General Amni interrupted his adjutant loudly: "I want you to hold your current position! This is a matter of life and death!" His face was full of anger and determination, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction.

"Yes." The adjutant replied helplessly.

He knew that he could not change General Amni's decision and could only accept this cruel reality silently.

So, the German soldiers began to build fortifications in the desert.

They dug trenches and carried sandbags in the hot sand under the scorching sun. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and quickly dried by the sun, leaving a layer of white salt stains.

Their hands were blistered and scratched, and the tools in their hands were stained red with blood, but none of them stopped.

When Cun Yunsheng learned that the German army did not retreat, he fell into deep thought.

He knew that the German army's persistence would bring more variables to the war situation and cause more lives to be lost.

He decided to negotiate with General Amni again, trying to persuade him to give up his position.

General Amni was very surprised when Cun Yunsheng appeared in front of the German position again.

He didn't expect Cun Yunsheng to come again, and he couldn't help but feel more admiration for this Chinese general.

"General Amni, I know you have received the order to hold on, but this is a meaningless sacrifice." Cun Yunsheng said sincerely: "Retreat does not mean failure, but to preserve strength and wait for a better opportunity."

General Amni was silent for a moment and said, "I understand what you mean, but as a soldier, I must obey orders." There was a hint of helplessness and determination in his eyes.

"Do you want to watch your soldiers die in vain?" Cun Yunsheng said excitedly: "The purpose of war is not to destroy, but to achieve peace."

General Amni's heart was deeply touched by Cun Yunsheng's words.

He thought of the soldiers who had followed him through life and death, their young faces and their aspirations for the future.

He didn't want them to die like this. (End of this chapter)