Battle of the Third Reich

Küchler held his strength and prepared to show his strength in the Peninsular War. The last time the Germans fought against the desert people, it was the last World War, when the Ottoman army trained by the German advisors at the time, and the British The fostering Arab rebels deal with each other. .

The United Kingdom provided Arab chiefs with a large number of cheap weapons in order to recognize their dominance in this land as a bait, instigating them to launch an armed rebellion against the Ottoman rule. Many people have heard of "Lawrence of Arabia", his story This is the history.

"The second Lawrence will not appear again, and the British Prime Minister has assured me." Xu Jun sat on a huge Persian rug placed on the lawn of the fortress, with a big Wang in his hand.

"The British have tasted the bitter wine they brewed, and Churchill will be much more sober on this issue." Weyler was playing with a gold-plated and silver-made cigarette rod, and the rod was followed by a rubber. Hose, the other end of the hose is connected to a Turkish hookah inlaid with multicolored gemstones.

"What do you think of this gift? Weyler." Xu Jun patted the head of the deer hound Kuchulin, and motioned to play by the side.

"This dog's length is too fast, my head." Disenhofen carried a tray, carefully avoiding the large hounds running towards the grass.

"Good hookah, the Turks' reaction is not too slow, they also feel the threat of the Soviet Union to them." Weierle took a sip of refined hookah with a refreshing fruit flavor, raised his head and vomited a smoke ring. (Turkish hookah was invented by India and then penetrated into the Ottoman Empire via Persia, and was then extended to every corner of the empire. It has been called Turkish hookah in the last century, but now the name has been changed to Arabian hookah by some interested people. .)

"Greece, Romania and Yugoslavia have all joined our alliance, the Balkans axis has collapsed, and Turkey has only two options in front of it, whether to fall to us or to the Soviet Union." Xu Jun from Dyssenhofen's tray Here picked up a cup of fruit tea.

"My head of state, Ismail Inonu is a tough politician and a veteran who has gone through several wars. No one can force him to make unwilling choices." Weiler stepped aside Lie down and lean on a velvet cushion.

"So I only agreed to their request to form an alliance with Turkey again at the right time. But not now, this will stimulate the Russians. Our defense line needs to be strengthened, and our strength needs to be strengthened." Xu Jun took a sip of fruit tea and placed the crystal cup in the tray on the carpet.

"By the beginning of next month, we will get half a million troops ready to go. By March, this number will double. My head of state." Weiler said with breath.

"It's not fast enough, Weierle." Xu Jun said with a shake of his head.

"The troops need to be trained, and they also need to add a lot of materials and equipment. My head." Weierle replied.

"In the future, let Harder tell me, Weirler." Xu Jun said with a smile.

"My head of state, Army Command did encounter some difficulties." Weierle admitted with a wry smile.

"I know what they are worrying about, the surge in recruits will weaken the combat capabilities of the old troops, but Weierle, can't just look at ourselves, to know that our future enemies are the same, their combat effectiveness is also rapidly declining, and In a short period of time, this trend of recession will not be reversed. The current situation is that it will take longer for us, and the longer the time, the better the situation will be for us, and Stalin will find this sooner or later." Xu Jun picked up Half of the cigars, striking the match and relighting the cigarette butts.

"I think it's still you who spoke with Commander Brauchic personally."

"Well, I will find a chance to talk to him." Xu Jun threw the match into the tray.

Weierle felt that the heads of state were somewhat depressed, so he quickly changed the subject, and the chief of staff said with a smile: "General Küchler's African Army should have arrived in Egypt now."

"What do you think of this war, Weierle." Xu Jun moved his arm, then looked at the chief of staff and asked: "I heard that many people think that we don't need to fight a match for the British. The war of no benefit to the empire.".

"There is indeed such a saying, mainly some young officers in the staff. They are not doubtful about your decision, but they do not quite understand the significance of our participation in the war."

"Isn't anyone among the senior officers curious about this?"

Weierle vomited a cigarette and shook his head and replied: "Generals don't have this idea. Everyone is now focusing on the reorganization of the army and the new personnel transfer of the headquarters."

"This is also true. The Arabian Peninsula is too far away from Europe, and it is not the era of the Crusaders." The emperor's head smiled.

"Disenhofen!" the head of state turned to his adjutant.

"Here, my head." Disenhofen hurried forward.

"By knowing Colonel Root and gathering troops, we will return to Berlin this afternoon." Xu Jun stood up holding a cigar.

"My head of state, didn't you say that you would go back the day after tomorrow?" the chief of staff asked doubtfully.

"The plan has changed, Weierle, the plan has changed." Xu Jun replied with a smile, he took over the Marshal Scepter from Disenhofen.

"People will take care of this and pay attention to it. This carpet is very valuable." Xu Jun told Disenhofen.

"Observe my head." Disenhofen nodded.

"Tweet!" The head of state extended his finger to his lips and blew a loud whistle.

"Go back, Kuchurin!" Xu Jun greeted loudly, looking at the Scottish Deerhound running wildly, and the head's face showed a big smile.

"The head of state hasn't talked to you about this?" Marshal Brauchic frowned and swallowed the brandy in his mouth.

"He didn't mention it, it's not a secret anyway." Kettle put the glass on the table and picked up the crystal bottle.

"Twenty-five tons or thirty tons?" Bock turned to look at Guderian.

"The battle weighs thirty tons, which is written in the manual I got." Guderian shrugged his shoulders.

"I think it should be classified as an assault gun." Marshal Model scratched his nose.

"It has been determined, it is a tank destroyer." Goodrian reminded loudly.

"It should be given priority to the artillery units at each support point." Marshal Bock picked up the coffee cup.

"This kind of weapon should cooperate with the tank company to carry out mobile operations on the flanks, waiting for the opportunity to ambush each other's armored vehicles and infantry. I think it is a waste to deploy them to a fixed position." Guderian ordered a few photos on the table In the photo, there is a special self-propelled artillery.

"What does the head of state call it?" Brauchic asked, suddenly raising his head.

"The head of state called it "rhinoceros horn", Your Excellency Commander." Guderian replied.

"You should be most aware of this matter. When will the test be public?" Bock looked at Kettle.

The commander-in-chief chief of staff has a proud look on his face, but this is the privilege that the head of state has in his heart. He said cheerfully: "When you return to Berlin to arrange, the head of state has a schedule of his own."

At this moment, the door of the lounge was knocked, and a staff member stepped forward to open the wooden door and found the head of the adjutant's office standing at the door.

"The head of state has changed his plan. He is ready to return to Berlin in the afternoon. You guys will go back and clean up. Now there are only three idle planes left at the airport." Weiler stood at the door and announced loudly.

"Oh shit, Schultz! Go back to the room and pack up immediately."

"I bought a bunch of gifts in Vienna. Do I have any spare space on the plane?"

"Don't think too much, Marshal, it would be nice to have a seat."

"Can't we just send a few more planes, Weierle, you know, it's all German marshals." The lounge suddenly became a mess.

"I'm just here to inform you. If you have any questions, you can go directly to the head of state. I believe he will be happy to answer your question." Weiler's face was a smirk.

"It's all your fault, Kettle, it's all your fault. I didn't buy so many things if I knew it." Broichich picked up the glass and gutted the brandy into his mouth.

ps: sorry, it's a little late today, please forgive me.

Because some new information is found, the plot needs to be fine-tuned, so the addition tonight needs to be postponed to tomorrow, I hope everyone can understand.

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