"Chinese Army?" Montgomery replied with a disappointed expression on his face: "God, what can they do? They are even in training and don't even have an anti-tank gun in their hands!"

"General!" Ramsden reminded: "But we have no other choice, right?"

"Okay!" Montgomery replied helplessly: "First determine their specific location!"

Ramsden immediately ran to the radio station and tried to contact Abner, but unfortunately Abner was obviously marching and the radio station was not turned on.

Ramsden made a quick decision and immediately ordered a reconnaissance plane to take off and look for the Chinese army.

But I contacted him soon after. The reason for contacting him was not because the reconnaissance plane found the Chinese army, but because Abner actually discovered a German reconnaissance plane while marching, which made Abner, who was in a sensitive state, feel something was wrong.

"General!" Abner said to Zhang Chi: "What you guessed is likely to have become a reality, and it is faster than we thought!"

Abner immediately started the computer and contacted the command center and reported his position.

On the other side, Ramsden, after receiving the telegram, he ran towards Montgomery in ecstasy and shouted: "General, they are in Butia, only twenty miles from Mahelama!"

Montgomery did not react after hearing the news, and he replied coldly: "Twenty miles? Major General, we cannot place too much hope for them!"

"I understand!" Ramsden nodded.

Twenty miles are thirty-two kilometers. If it is British troops, it will take nearly two days to walk (the more than ten kilometers here point to a straight line, and there are many sand dunes in the desert, and the actual distance is several times the straight line distance). Even if the Chinese army can walk in one day, whether it can arrive before the German tanks is the same. Even if it arrives, there is almost no time to prepare.

But at this time, Montgomery could only hold the mentality of "taking a dead horse as a living horse". He hesitated and ordered: "Order the Chinese army to rush to Mahelama at full speed!"

"Yes, sir!"

Zhang Chi looked at the telegram handed over by Abna and felt a little fooled.

"Let me think about it!" Zhang Chi said to Abner: "Col. What you call strengthening training intensity is that you hope we are as close as possible to the possible breakthrough of the German army. Are you guessing the breakthrough of the German army from the defense zone of the 10th Armored Division, right?"

"Sorry, General!" Abner replied: "I can only do this!"

"But you have to be clearer!" Zhang Chi tore the telegram to pieces, then threw it into the wind, allowing the fragments to fly around in the desert.

Then Zhang Chi said what Abuna was most worried about: "I refuse to perform this task!"

"No, General!" said Abner, "You can't do this!"

"Of course I can!" Zhang Chi replied: "Don't use any allies to scare me. You have to understand one thing, Colonel, I am the commander of this army. We only have rifles and machine guns in our hands, and we are seriously insufficient in grenades and explosive packs. Do you think we have the ability to block an armored division? I will not take risks with the lives of my subordinates!"

In fact, Zhang Chi was fed up with the British's attitude of not taking the lives of the Allied forces seriously. What the British army did in Myanmar was as deeply engraved in Zhang Chi's mind, and even the hearts of every expeditionary soldier.

"But General..." Abna said: "Maherama has many equipment, and even tanks!"

"This does not mean we can obtain this batch of equipment!" Zhang Chi replied: "The German army is likely to occupy Maherama before us, right? If the Germans arrive first, then we will fall into the trap, right?"

"General..." Abner wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhang Chi.

"Colin!" Zhang Chi glared at Abner and asked, "I will only ask you one thing. If we were British, would you still give the same order?"

Upon hearing this, Abna couldn't help but speak.

Zhang Chi was right. If the British army was in this situation, Montgomery would consider that the chance of the rescue of Mahelama was very small and the risk was extremely high, and then perhaps he would not order reinforcements, after all, there were more than 10,000 people.

"But what should we do with those equipment and supplies?" Abner asked: "General, have you ever thought about what would happen if the Germans got that batch of equipment and supplies? Their strength will increase greatly, and we are likely to lose the entire Africa, and the Chinese army will not be able to avoid it by then!"

Abner said it right. The Germans are experts in the tank group's combat operations. They can still defeat the British army if they use performance and lack gasoline. If they get a batch of advanced American tanks and a large number of gasoline in Maherama... the British will probably never have the ability to confront them again.

But Zhang Chi was still unmoved.

"You can choose to blow up that batch of supplies and equipment!" Zhang Chi replied while turning around and walking away.

It’s not a pity for Zhang Chi at all. As for American equipment... the Americans just need to start the machine and they will have it.

"But the problem is that we can't blow them up!" said Abner.

"What?" Zhang Chi couldn't understand Abna's words. Isn't it just a matter of burning a match when blowing up equipment and fuel? How could it be "can't blow up"?!

"Fort Tobrook!" Abner replied: "There are enough German 30,000 people who used the supplies and 10,000 tons of fuel from the previous quarter. The defenders could easily ignite and blow up these equipment, but they did not do so... Fourteen hours after the Germans launched the attack, they all fell into the hands of the Germans. There were also Marik Box, Barim Box, etc., all of them!"

(Note: The British call the supply point "box", which means a box containing "gifts".)

"Why is this happening?" Zhang Chi asked.

"It's strange, right?" Abner followed after trotting a few steps: "But we're used to it, because the Germans are very smart. If someone dares to blow up supplies... you know, they won't keep prisoners and kill all the soldiers at the garrison. But... if they don't do this and give the supplies to the Germans, they will receive preferential treatment and even let them go!"

"Oh!" Zhang Chi couldn't help but realize it.

Similar things have happened in Myanmar, but Zhang Chi has forgotten it a little over time.
Chapter completed!