Battle of the Third Reich

On December 6, 1940, this day was Friday. At that time, there was no concept of weekends, and workers had to work six days a week. European companies have already popularized the eight-hour work system, but under the encouragement of governments in various countries to rebuild their European homes, working more than 14 hours a day has become more and more common in European factory companies. Of course, entrepreneurs need to pay some overtime costs for this, but these extra expenses are not worth mentioning at all because of the huge profit return.

"This month's output will increase by 30%. We have organized the workers into three shifts to work continuously to ensure that the orders placed by the Air Force can be completed within the scheduled time." The workshop director's chubby face piled with a smile, graciously Lieutenant of the Luftwaffe introduced in front of him.

"It is necessary to ensure the quality of the product while increasing the output. This is directly related to the safety of the pilot. The product does not allow any defects. I don't want to see someone lose his head for this." The lieutenant gave a serious expression.

"Mr. Lieutenant, every product here is processed in accordance with standard procedures. After completion, it has to undergo strict quality inspection. I have been working in this factory for 27 years, and there has never been an unqualified product flowing out. Outside the factory." The director of the workshop vowed to make sure that because of emotions, two rounds of red tide appeared on his round cheeks.

"Mr. Hubbard, I believe in your management skills. Unfortunately, I can no longer continue to work with you. In the future, Lieutenant Schmidt will take over my job." The lieutenant grinned and reached out of his pocket. Take out the gloves.

"Lieutenant Hoffman, are you no longer working as a production supervisor? Is something wrong?" Huber asked with some concern. Although the young Air Force Lieutenant is slightly stereotyped in handling people, this year's military is not like this. Although the two sides have only cooperated for half a year, the factory director has begun to like this serious Air Force officer.

"No, no, no matter where you think about it, Mr. Huber, this is just a normal job transfer." The lieutenant of the Air Force put on black leather gloves.

"I can ask, which unit are you transferred to? Will we still have a chance to meet in the future." Huber asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you the exact unit, but I believe I will meet again in the future, Mr. Huber." Lieutenant Hoffman raised his hand to salute the director of the workshop, and then turned around Stride to the door.

"The plane will take off on time at ten o'clock, and it will be too late if it doesn't start, sir." The sergeant who saw the lieutenant out was waiting to be reminded loudly on the barrel truck.

"Don't worry, I'm just saying goodbye to my old friend," the lieutenant walked to the car and pulled the car door to the passenger seat.

"Schultz, have all the orders and documents been brought together?"

"Now."

"Has the luggage been checked again?"

"I've checked, and you don't have any of those baby books." The sergeant put his gear up and raised his leg to step on the accelerator.

"It's only twenty hours before the operation begins, gentlemen." Lieutenant Sparru said solemnly, glancing at the group of captains under his hands.

"This time we are still the vanguard of the whole regiment, which is glorious, but also the responsibility." Lieutenant Sparro paced, walking slowly in front of the neatly arranged captain.

"It's all veterans here, so I don't need to teach you how to do it. I just remind you at the end that Germany hopes that everyone can fulfill their duties." Sparlu walked back to the head of the team.

"Tank! Advance!" The captains shouted with their chests raised.

"To disband, everyone must complete the preparations for the battle of the vehicle before dinner, start the engine every four hours after midnight, and check the spare fuel tank and battery for each vehicle group. I hope that all vehicles will Able to stay in the best condition." Sparru ordered loudly.

"Follow the order! Sir!" The captains saluted the company leader, and then dispersed in pairs.

"Sir, telephone of the regiment headquarters." Sergeant Rem poked his head out of the tent, holding the telephone receiver in his hand.

"I'll come right away." Sparru dusted the dust off his uniform and reached out to uncover the curtain hanging from the tent mouth.

The German armored regiment usually has a direct communication platoon, and there is usually a medium-sized field line composed of three trucks, which is responsible for laying a wired telephone network between the command and the position. Under the technical conditions at that time, wireline telephones were the most commonly used means of communication. In addition to the fact that the content of the call was not easy to be detected by the enemy, the quality of the call was much better than that of the radio equipment of the same generation. Armored forces are not in a state of maneuverable combat all day. When stationed in the rear or transferred to a position to defend the combat situation, the communication between the troops basically depends on the field telephone line.

"I'm Spalu." The armored company commander picked up the phone and said.

"Yes, Lord General!" The lieutenant jerked up his chest boots.

"The second battalion is on standby at all times. The sir thank you for your compliment, sir!" Spalu changed his hand to the receiver and shook his finger at Rem.

"Pen!" The company commander shook his hand and took off the cigarette handed over by the radio operator. He whispered it to Rem.

"Yes, I'm listening, the sir is no problem, Your Excellency Chief of Staff. I'm recording." Spam took the pencil delivered by Rem and pulled the latest issue of "Defense Force" magazine on the table, just on the cover Record it.

"Abdullah Ben Fidile red pennant, 70 kilometers from Area Three. Do you need me to repeat it? Sir." Sparlu put down his pencil.

"Okay, thank you very much, and I wish you every success, Your Chief of Staff. Okay, goodbye, Your Excellency." Sparlu sighed and hung up the field phone gently.

"Do you know who was talking to me just now?" Spalu turned to look at Rem.

"It is Major General Hassey, the chief of staff of the Legion." Before Rem answered, Sparlu had already said the answer aloud.

"Our company has entered the sight of the Legion Command, and the Chief of Staff personally called us to arrange the task. Rem, do you know what this means?" Sparru waved his magazine excitedly.

"It means that the second company is going to be famous, Rem, we have been treated as a trump card by our superiors." Lieutenant Sparlu left the magazine on the table.

"This is the latest issue of the magazine, Lieutenant. I haven't had time to read it yet." Rem pouted and continued turning the handle of the coffee grinder.

"It's just a cover, and it doesn't look good anyway." Sparlu rips off the cover of the magazine that recorded the mission.

"You keep on the phone, I will now go to Lieutenant Lansdorf to discuss things." The armored battalion folds the cover into his chest pocket, stretches his hand and pulls the uniform of the military uniform, then hangs it upside down. The glass mirror on the pillar of the tent organized the military.

"Will coffee be brewed yet?" Rem asked, raising his head.

"Cook a pot first, and drink it when I come back." Spalu nodded at Rem, then turned and drilled out of the tent.

"Lieutenant Colonel Randolph, Captain Rudolph specially arranged for you four officers' cabins." On the dock at the Ziberit base, a navy captain reported to Randolph.

"Please convey my thanks to Captain Rudolph, Captain." Randolph's face had a gentle smile.

"Do you need to help you get your luggage into the cabin?" the captain asked respectfully.

"No, Major General Wilcomb, the commander here, is very enthusiastic and has arranged a few Indian servants for us, just need to send someone to lead them." Randolph took off the tropical helmet on his head and took out the handkerchief pretendingly. Wipe the sweat.

"No problem, I will arrange it as soon as possible, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel." The captain of the navy saluted a salute to Randolph.

"Goodbye, second lieutenant." Randolph put on his helmet and returned a military salute.

"This is really a big boat." Jurgen stood next to Randolph and raised his head to look at the large cruise ship docked at the dock.

"The German Navy [Siebotan] transport ship was once the kd [William Gustlov]. But we are not taking this ship, but the one over there." Randolph pointed his thumb up. Point behind.

"That's the latest equipment equipped by the German navy [Ez Anker] to attack the landing ship." The Lieutenant Colonel of the SS was full of pride, and I didn't know that he was the captain.

"[Erzengel] Michael the Archangel?" Jurgen tilted his head and looked at the large blue-gray camouflage landing ship.

"This is the name given by the head of state, [Archangel], isn't it beautiful." Randolph turned to face the assault landing ship, his hands on his hips.

"Is the name given by the head of state? Sure enough, it makes people feel completely different from other ships." Jurgen's awe-inspiring miraculous, stared at the warship.

"Tell you a secret, the name of [Cybertan] was also changed by the head of state. You know that the head of state knows William Gustrov and feels that the name of the cruise ship is very unlucky." Randolph said to Rogen carelessly. To.

William Gustrov was once the head of the Swiss Nazi Party branch because of the anti-Semitic propaganda in Switzerland and the public sale of Nazism books, which was worn by a Croatian Jewish student in 1936 Victoria Frankfurt assassinated with a pistol.

This turned out to be new evidence of Nazi anti-Semitic theories, which led to another wave of anti-Semitic waves in German society. To commemorate this friend who "sacrificed" for the Nazi cause, the Nazi government named the cruise ship purchased by the holiday organization kd (kratdurhreunde happy power) of the German Labor Front as the "William, Gustlov".

In history, the cruise ship sank on the Baltic Sea by a torpedo attacked by the Soviet submarine s-13 on the Baltic Sea. At that time, more than 10,000 German civilians who retreated from East Prussia to the country were carried on board. One thousand two hundred and fifty-two people, because there is no boarding record, no one knows how many passengers were actually killed, can only be estimated according to the number of rated passengers, about nine thousand two hundred people. The William Gustlov incident became the largest shipwreck in human history. Fortunately, this creepy record has not been broken until Xu Jun crossed.

"According to the arrangement of the African Army Command, the [Cybotan] will be used to carry the British and French squads." Captain Horn looked through the documents in his hand.

"The Gray Sword team has all boarded the ship, Major Jurgen." Captain Dieterz carried a briefcase and ran over to report.

"Is the equipment delivered? Make sure there are no omissions," Jurgen said with a sullen face.

"Understood, Major, I'll go check it again immediately." Dieteritz hurriedly raised his hand, and turned around and hurried towards the landing ship.

"The weather is good today, Major Jurgen, and I hope it will be a good day tomorrow." Randolph looked at the sky with his hands on his back. A group of fighters flew slowly at high altitude, and a faint engine buzzing came to his ears. sound.

"Hopefully it will be a good day tomorrow, Kurt." Major Wicom, leaning back against the railing of the bridge's side, lifted his face and looked into the sky.

"Relax, the weather forecast shows that the sky is also a fine day, it looks like b109, it is our plane." Captain Cot took off the tropical helmet and took a gazebo to watch the sky.

"Tomorrow's air cover depends on them. I hope this landing operation will be as smooth as Sicily." Wicom turned his head and turned to look at the loading deck that was in a busy schedule.

In this landing operation, Wicom will not only command the third motorized reconnaissance battalion, he has now become the commander of a motorized task force. In addition to the troops of the third battalion, he has also added a The SS Special Operations Team and a mechanized combat engineer company.

The task of this mechanized chemical company is to repair the Yanbu Port terminal facilities that may be damaged during the battle, and to build a temporary field airfield for those land-based aircraft that provide air support to the troops.

At present, the flight problem of the German aircraft still exists. Although the range can be increased by mounting the auxiliary fuel tank, it will also reduce the aircraft's maneuverability and the weight of the bomb. There are currently fewer than three airports on the Arabian Peninsula that can handle large aircraft takeoffs and landings, one of which is still in the Saudi capital of Riyadh.

At present, the Germans can only use the Aqaba Air Force Base in Palestine, and the rest is Qibirit in Suez, Egypt. The straight-line distance from Suez to Riyadh is more than 1,500 kilometers. Even if it takes off from the base of Aqaba, it is more than 1,200 kilometers away from Riyadh. This is beyond the current combat radius of the German main bomber he111 type, not to mention The short legs of Stuttgart and Messerschmitt.

Therefore, choosing a favorable location within the enemy's territory to establish a field airfield has become one of the primary tasks of each attacking force. The location of the field airport should not only be flat, but also facilitate ground defense. At the same time, the traffic must be clear, and fuel and ammunition can be supplied by land. Therefore, the location of a field airport can not be determined by patting his head. It must be surveyed and judged by professional Air Force technicians, and the most suitable location in a pile of target areas should be selected to build the airport.

"That's three consecutive Sergeant Snell's cars." Kurt pointed to the sd.kz234/2 heavy eight-wheeled armored vehicle suspended under the huge cantilever of the dock crane and bound by a bundle of cables like a dumpling.

This heavy-duty wheeled armored vehicle, which did not start production until four or three years in history, is now manufactured earlier with the intervention of an apostle of God. This heavy-duty wheeled armored vehicle is an improved model on the chassis of the sd.kz234/1 eight-wheeled heavy armored vehicle. An armed turret is added. The turret is equipped with a mg40 machine gun and a 60-fold long body. Fifty millimeter cannon.

This armored vehicle has a road speed of up to 84 kilometers per hour and an off-road speed of 30 kilometers per hour. This car can no longer be regarded as a pure armored vehicle. Strictly speaking, it should be regarded as a wheel Chariot. Because it has the firepower of a tank, the power of a 50mm caliber kk39/l60 gun may not be very strong in four or three years, but in 1940, a penetration of one kilometer at a distance of 36 millimeters was enough Threat to some early models of tanks.

This wheeled armored chariot was named "Sword Tooth Tiger" by Xu Jun, and the first eight experimental vehicles with experimental characteristics were all given to the African Army. Historically, this vehicle has played a considerable role in tropical desert areas. Yes, Xu Jun believes that after his improvement, this vehicle should perform better.

The third reconnaissance battalion obtained four such saber-toothed tigers, and the two armored reconnaissance platoons were divided into two.

"Sanlian was scheduled to land on the first wave this time, and finally he could see this guy's performance on the battlefield." Wicom put on the visor of a tropical helmet and watched the armored vehicle slowly land on the deck. .

"It's in place, untie the rope." The crew on the deck ran forward and began to untie the rope hanging from the hook.

"How is it going? Snell!" Major Wicom asked aloud.

"No problem, sir." Sergeant Snell, who was standing next to the armored car, waved hard at the commander.

"Kurt, I have always wondered why Snell chose that sign." Wicom turned back to Kurt.

"Maybe it's a personal hobby, or it may be a family crest." Kurt replied with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, I have never seen anyone choose this family crest." Wicom pointed to the eight-wheeled armored car on the deck.

I saw this saber-toothed tiger wheel battle with sand paint on the whole body. In addition to the red number of the row of vehicles on the side of the turret, a huge four-legged snake was painted with black paint.

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