Looking at Liste's confused look, Jintian opened the pink paper bag and took a pink mask from it. "This is a mask for preventing non-iodine viruses. I used to worry about the emergence of non-iodine viruses, so I asked the relevant departments to make a batch of special masks. These masks are highly absorbent, have good breathability, have excellent feel, do not irritate the skin, and are extremely elastic. They also prevent side leakage, can absorb all harmful bacteria and block all odorous invasions. They are essential products for our marching, traveling at home, and visiting relatives and friends. When one person sends one, everyone will wear it on their noses when attacking, ensuring there is no smell."

Liste picked up a mask, looked at it carefully, and asked, "General Ge Siyun, listen to your introduction, why do I feel it is like an advertisement for Anerle sanitary napkins? This thing is not made by the factory that produces Anerle sanitary napkins."

"Don't talk nonsense." Jintian showed a strange face. "How could it be made by the Anerle sanitary napkin factory? It was obviously Hu Shubao,, bah, bah, okay, don't talk too much nonsense. Anyway, this thing must be distributed immediately. When the time comes, we will launch an attack to eliminate the British."

"Yes! General Ge Siyun."

Time moved to 12 noon, and the British position was quiet. British Major Bet patrolled the positions in the hot sun, reminding the soldiers to prepare for battle. The British soldiers were hiding lazily in the darkness, escaping the blanch of the sun. The Germans were preparing for the attack not far away, and the defense of the city of Maikili could not be relaxed at all. The British soldiers had to stay in the trenches and wait for the next attack by the Germans.

Major Bet finished his inspection and returned to the outpost. A soldier handed over the kettle, "Major Bet, the Germans are staying not far away. We are more people than them, why not attack them."

Major Bette "Guru, Guru" drank a few sips of water and gave the soldier in front of him a blank look. "You actually want to fight yezhan with the German armored troops. You really want to die or think that the German shells have no place to use. If you want to defeat the Germans in the field, unless you have an absolute advantage and a surety to win, we will just go to die.

In the Mekili area, our troops exceeded that of the Germans, but our armored power was not comparable to that of the Germans. The tanks of the entire 8th Army were basically concentrated in Benghazi City. In the Mekili City, there were only a small number of tanks, and they were all eliminated old-fashioned tanks. They could not fight against the Germans at all. You should keep your battlefield honestly! All we can do is to consume the Germans on the positions."

"Oh! I understand."

At this time, a roar of muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and the entire ground trembled with the vibration that penetrated from the air. The British soldiers on the position raised their heads and saw countless transport planes slowly lowering their altitude in the boundless sky. The aircraft model on the plane told the British that it was a German plane.

"Quick! Go ahead and the air defense position, the Germans are going to bomb." Major Bet's cry of shock Su spread throughout the entire position. It seems that the Germans wanted the bomber to open the way and launch an attack. However, Major Bet felt very strange. The planes in the sky looked like transport planes, so why did the Germans bomb with transport planes? Did the Germans have secret weapons?

The transport plane shook the huge wings and descended to altitude in the eyes of countless British soldiers. The transport plane's warehouse door was opened, and the crew wore gas masks and chemical protective suits, sprinkled the smelly socks in the cabin into the sky.

In a blink of an eye, red, blue, green, purple, black, and other colors, various styles, and smelly socks drifted towards the British army's positions like flying snowflakes. The whole sky was filled with all kinds of colors, which was really a beautiful and picturesque scenery. The British soldiers were also stunned by the scattered colors. What exactly was it?

As the socks continued to fall under the attractions of the earth's gravity, a foul odor that stirred the heart and lungs began to appear in the nose of the British. Everyone's stomachs also began to spasm, and countless suffocating smells continued to spread in the air. This was a scent of pickled vegetables, a scent of corpses, and a scent of still people's crazy.

Finally, a smelly sock fell to the muzzle of an anti-tank gun. The British finally understood what the Germans were doing. "Damn! It's a smelly sock, swear,,,,," The British soldiers on the position finally couldn't stand the soreness in their stomachs, and all the lunch they had just eaten were vomited out.

Countless people with cleanliness fainted on the position on the spot, and more people were smothered by this smell, vomiting from top to bottom, vomiting from left to right, vomiting from front to back, and vomiting from behind. The red and white things that were vomited and the smell of smelly socks merged together, making the stench even stronger. The whole position was full of vomiting sounds, and the smell of destruction of the world was filled with the smell of vomiting. Vomiting, vomiting, vomiting, vomiting again, and the rest was still vomiting, which was the only reaction the British could do now.

Here, some British poets took the opportunity to write poetry.

Sky color fle

I doubt where is it

Vomiting, vomiting

It was a stinky sock

At this time, countless black dots appeared again on the horizon in the distance, and the German tanks appeared again in the British's sight. The tankers had a pink mask hanging on their noses, manipulating the tanks to advance as fast as possible. A large number of armored vehicles followed closely behind the tanks, and the machine gunners on the armored vehicles had loaded bullets and were ready to shoot at any time.

Behind the armored vehicles were black oceans. The soldiers of the African indigenous division held sharp scimitars in their hands and a pink mask on their mouths, and stepped on their brisk steps, and if a black whirlwind ran forward, the raised wind and sand hit their dark skin, making them look even more mysterious and vast.

"Hurry, fire, fire, fire the gun." Major Bate covered his nose, twitched his hoarse voice, and let the soldiers fight while vomiting. However, the British had long lost their combat power, especially the anti-tank guns were covered with stinky socks with patches. If you want to fire, you must first remove the socks on the gun. But no one is willing to touch those cute socks. The gunners would rather die in battle than touch such dirty things.

"Ugh, Major Bate. Take off the socks from the cannon and I will fire it, otherwise I won't do it. If I don't do it, I won't do it." A gunner said with difficulty.

"Damn! I am the major. I ordered you to fire the fire quickly. Vomit, I beg you, fire the fire quickly! Fight the fire, fire the fire quickly." Major Bate felt that he was going crazy. The stench on the position became stronger and stronger, almost tearing through his skin and spreading it to the depths of his heart. "Vomit," Major Bate spat out again, spitting out the black pearls that he swallowed into his stomach when he was naughty when he was a child, and then fell to the ground, not awakening the world.

The German tanks drove onto the British positions, but the British never fired a single shot, without any resistance. They really had no strength to fight against the Germans, and the stench of the socks sucked away their strength and sucked away their energy. When they saw the Germans rushing to the position, they didn't even have the strength to surrender.

The German tanks did not care about the half-dead British soldiers, and quickly crossed the British positions, like a sharp knife, like a deep cut. Along the way, the British had only weak resistance, but the resistance was immediately removed by the machine guns on the tank and the African natives who rushed to the scene. The positions were filled with smelly socks and foaming at the mouth.

Within half an hour, the German tanks broke through the outer defense line of Maikili City safely and penetrated directly into the city.

At this time, in the British command, the commander-in-chief of Maikli City, British Major General Wenger was lying on the sofa chair, tasting red wine and humming an Irish folk tune. "Bang," the office door was knocked open, and Wenger's adjutant ran into the office with a smolder face. "Not good! No good good, Major General Wenger, the Germans rushed into the city."

Before the adjutant finished speaking, "Boom," a heavy sound of cannons rang out not far away. Through the office window, you can clearly see that a house in the distance collapsed.

"My God! What's wrong, what's going on?" Major General Wenger subconsciously spit out dirty words.

"The German tanks broke through the outer defense line and rushed into the city. Countless African natives also rushed into the city with scimitars. The soldiers were resisting, but the situation was almost impossible to withstand. What should I do now?" The adjutant cried and said the worst news.

Major General Wenger opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a while before coming to his senses. "How is this possible? The defense line on the periphery is so strong. How could the Germans attack the city so quickly? How did the people outside resist, holding candles to resist?"

The adjutant took out a smelly sock from his pocket and held it in front of Major General Wenger. "The Germans sprinkled the positions with smelly socks, and the brothers were all smothered to death, and the Germans took the opportunity to rush into the city. Now there are Germans everywhere in the city, and the Germans are attacking like the command center. You, you better run away!"

Drops of fat oil oozed out from Major General Wenger's forehead, and the fat flesh flowed down his bloated face to his chin. His pupils also began to shrink irregularly. He muttered and ordered, "Quick, send a telegram to General Montgmarley. Just say, our city of Maikili was suddenly attacked by the main German troops at noon today, and suffered heavy losses. German tanks were everywhere, German planes covered the sky and closed the sun, German infantry was rushing over the sea, and German artillery bombardment was higher and higher than the wave. I led the troops to resist, resist firmly, resist tenaciously, and resist wildly. In the end, because I was outnumbered, weak and strong, weak and do not defeat the strong, thin and thick, Yin and do not destroy the yang, soft and hard, Maikili was about to lose.

At the most critical moment, I made a quick decision, and I woke up suddenly. I suddenly realized that I was going to lead my troops to break through in order to preserve the strength of the British Empire, retain the spark of revolution for the British Empire, leave the shadow of failure for the Germans, and create the root of defeat for the Germans. For,, OK! Let's do it first, send this telegram immediately, let's run away."
Chapter completed!