Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 145: Start

December 6, 1940. It was a Friday. At that time, there was no concept of weekends. Workers had to work six days a week. . The fastest-new European companies have already popularized the eight-hour work system, but under the incentives of governments to rebuild their homes in Europe, working more than fourteen hours a day has become more and more common in European factories. Of course, entrepreneurs need to pay some overtime expenses for this, but with the generous profit return, these additional expenses are not worth mentioning.

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

"The quality of the products must be ensured while increasing production. This is directly related to the life safety of the pilots. The products are not allowed to have any defects. I don't want to see anyone lose their heads for this." The lieutenant said solemnly. To.

"Mr. Lieutenant, every product here is processed in accordance with standard procedures and undergoes strict quality inspections after completion. I have been working in this factory for 27 years, and there has never been a failure. The products flowed out of the factory.” The workshop director vowed to make a guarantee. Because of his emotions, two red waves appeared on his round cheeks.

"Mr. Huber, I believe in your management skills. Unfortunately, I can no longer work with you. Second Lieutenant Schmidt will take over my work." The lieutenant grinned and stretched out his hand. He took out his gloves from his pocket.

"Lieutenant Hoffman, are you no longer working as a production supervisor? Is there something wrong?" Huber asked with some concern. Although the young air force lieutenant was a little bit rigid in his handling of people and things, which soldier was not like that this year, although the two sides had only cooperated for half a year, the factory director had begun to like this serious Air Force officer.

"No, no, no, where did you think about it, Mr. Huber, this is just a normal job transfer." The air force lieutenant put on black leather gloves.

"May I ask, which unit have you been 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 and saluted the workshop director. Turning around and striding out the door.

"The plane will take off on time at ten o'clock, and it will be too late if you don't leave, sir." Seeing the lieutenant go out, the non-commissioned officer waiting on the barrel warned loudly.

"Don't worry, I'm just telling my old friend." The lieutenant walked to the car, opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

"Schultz, did you bring all your orders and documents?"

"Bring it all."

"Have you checked your luggage again?"

"I checked, none of your precious books are missing." The sergeant pushed up the gear, raised his leg and stepped on the accelerator.

"Only twenty hours are left until the operation starts, gentlemen." Lieutenant Spalu said solemnly, looking at the group of captains under him.

"This time our company is still the vanguard of the whole regiment. This is an honor, and it is also a responsibility." Lieutenant Spalu paced, passing slowly in front of the neatly arranged captain.

"The people here are all veterans, so I don't need to teach you what to do. I just remind you at the end that Germany hopes that everyone can do their duties." Spalu walked to the head of the team with his hands back.

"Tank! Go ahead!" The captains puffed out their chests and shouted.

"When disbanded, everyone must complete the vehicle's battle preparation work before dinner. Start the engine every four hours after midnight. Each vehicle group must check the spare fuel tank and battery again. I hope that all vehicles will depart At that time, they can be kept in the best condition." Spalu commanded loudly.

"Yes! Sir!" The captains saluted the company commander, and then separated in twos and threes.

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

"I'll be here." Spalu wiped the dust off his uniform, and reached out to lift the curtain hanging from the tent.

The German armored regiment usually has a communication platoon directly under it, and usually a medium-sized field line squad composed of three trucks, responsible for laying a wired telephone network between the headquarters and the positions. Under the technical conditions at that time, wired telephones were the most commonly used means of communication. Apart from the fact that the content of the call was not easily detected by the enemy, the quality of the call was also far superior to contemporary radio equipment. Armored troops are not in a mobile combat state all day long. When they are stationed in the rear or transferred to a defensive combat situation, the communication between the troops is basically based on field telephone lines.

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

"Yes, Lord General!" The lieutenant slammed his chest and boots.

"The second battalion company is on standby at any time, sir, thank you for your compliment, sir!" Spalu changed his hand to hold the receiver, and shook his finger at Rem with his other hand.

"Pen!" The company commander waved his hand and slapped the cigarette handed over by the radio operator, and he drank it softly at Rem.

"Yes, I'm listening, the chief has no problem, your chief of staff. I'm taking notes." Spam took the pencil that Rem had handed over, and pulled the latest issue of the Wehrmacht magazine on the table. Record it on the cover.

"The seventy-kilometer Abdullah Bin Fidil red pennant in Area Three. Do I need to repeat it? Sir." Spalu put down his pencil.

"Okay, thank you very much, and I wish you all the best, Chief of Staff. Okay, goodbye." Spalu hissed and hung up the field call softly.

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

"It's Major General Hassai, Chief of Staff of the Legion." Before Rem could answer, Spalu had already said the answer out loud.

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

"It means that the second company is going to be famous, Rem, we have been used as trump cards by our superiors." Lieutenant Spalu threw the magazine on the table.

"This is the latest issue of the magazine, Lieutenant, I haven't had time to read it." Rem curled his mouth and continued to turn the handle of the coffee mill.

"It's just a cover, it's nothing pretty anyway." Sparrow tore off the cover of the magazine that recorded the mission.

"Keep on guarding the phone, I'm going to discuss with Lieutenant Lansdorf." The armored battalion commander folded the cover and put it into his chest pocket, reached out and pulled the hem of the uniform, and then Facing the glass mirror hung on the tent pillar, he tidied his military appearance.

"Do you want to make the coffee?" Rem raised his head and asked.

"Cook a pot first, and drink later when I come back." Spalu nodded to Rem, then turned and got out of the tent.

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

"Please convey my thanks to Captain Rudolph, Captain." Randolph has a gentle smile on his face.

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

"No, the commander here, Major General Wilkham, is very enthusiastic. He has arranged a few Indian servants for us. We only need to send someone to lead them." Randolph took off his tropical helmet and pretended to be He took out his handkerchief and wiped off his sweat.

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

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

"This is really a big ship." Juergen stood beside Randolph, looking up at the large cruise ship docked at the dock.

"The German navy [Sybotan] transport ship was once the Kd's [William Gustloff]. But we are not taking this ship, but the one over there." Randolph erected The thumb pointed behind him.

"That was the latest equipment of the German Navy, the assault landing ship [Azangel]." The SS Lieutenant Colonel was full of pride, and those who didn't know thought he was the captain.

"[erzengel] Michael the Archangel?" Juergen tilted his head and looked at the large landing ship painted in blue-gray camouflage.

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

"Is the name ordered by the head of state? It really makes people feel completely different from other ships." Jurgen looked at the warship with awe-inspiring magic.

"Tell you a secret. The name of [Sybotan] was also changed by the Führer. You know that the Führer knows William Gustloff, and it is very unlucky for the cruise ship to use this name." Randolph said nonchalantly Ergen said.

William Gustloff 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, he was killed by a Croatian in 1936. The Jewish student David Frankfurt was assassinated with a pistol.

As a result, this turned out to be new evidence of Nazi anti-Semitic theory, leading to another anti-Semitic wave in German society. To commemorate this friend who "sacrificed" for the Nazi cause, the Nazi government named a cruise ship purchased by the holiday organization kd (kratdurhreunde gaining strength from happiness), a holiday organization affiliated to the German Labor Front, as the [Wilhelm, Gustrov].

In history, this cruise ship sank in the Baltic Sea on January 30, 1945 when it was attacked by a torpedo attack by the Soviet submarine S-13. At that time, it carried more than 10,000 German civilians who had retreated from East Prussia. Only 1,252 people were rescued. Because there was no boarding record, no one knew how many passengers were actually killed. It can only be estimated based on the rated number of passengers, which was about 9,200. The William Gustrov incident has become the largest shipwreck in human history. Fortunately, this creepy record has not been broken until Xu Jun crosses.

"According to the arrangement of the African Army Command, the [Sybotan] will be used to carry the United Kingdom and the French team." Captain Horn flipped through the documents in his hand.

"The Grey Sword team has all boarded the ship, Major Jurgen." Captain Ditrets carried a briefcase and ran over to report in small steps.

"Have all the equipment been delivered? Make sure that nothing is missed." Jurgen said with a calm face.

"Understood, Major, I'll check it again now." Dietertz quickly bowed his hand, turned his head and ran towards the landing ship.

"Today's weather is not bad, Major Jurgen, I hope tomorrow will be a good day." Randolph looked to the sky with his back hands, a group of fighter jets flew slowly at high altitude, and a faint voice came from his ears. The engine hummed.

"I hope tomorrow is a good day, Kurt." Major Wycombe leaned back against the fence of the bridge and looked up to the sky.

"Don't worry, the weather forecast shows that it is also a sunny day. It looks like a b109. It is our plane." Captain Cot took off his tropical helmet and set up a pergola to look into the sky.

"Tomorrow's air cover work depends on them. I hope this landing operation will be as smooth as Sicily." Wycomb lowered his head and turned his face to look at the loading deck that was sinking into a busy area.

In this landing operation, Wycombe 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, but also Entered a special SS team and a mechanized combat engineer company.

The task of this mechanical and chemical company is to repair the Yanbu Port terminal facilities that may have been damaged during the battle, and to build a temporary field airport for the military aircraft that provide air support for the troops to alternate landing and refueling.

Currently, the range problem of 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 bomb weight accordingly. At present, there are less than three airports in the Arabian Peninsula that can accommodate large aircraft taking off and landing, and one of them is in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia.

The only thing that the Germans can use right now is the Aqaba Air Base in Palestine, and the rest is Zibilit in Suez, Egypt. The straight-line distance from Suez to Riyadh is more than 1,500 kilometers. Even if it takes off from Aqaba base, the distance from Riyadh is more than 1,200 kilometers. This is beyond the current combat radius of the German main bomber he111, not to mention. The short-legged Stuka and Messerschmidt are here.

Therefore, choosing a favorable location to establish a field airport in the enemy's territory has become one of the primary tasks of each attacking force. The location of the field airport not only needs to be flat, but also convenient for ground defense. At the same time, it must have smooth traffic and can be supplied with fuel and ammunition by land. Therefore, the location of a field airport cannot be determined by slapped heads. Professional air force technicians must conduct surveys and evaluations, and select the most suitable location among a bunch of target areas to build the airport.

"That's the car of Sergeant Snarer in three rows and two rows." Kurt pointed to the sd.kz234/2 heavy-duty eight, which was hung under the huge cantilever of a dock crane and bound by a bundle of cables like a zongzi. Wheel armored vehicle.

This type of heavy-duty wheeled armored vehicle, which was not produced until four or three years in history, was now manufactured early under the intervention of an apostle of God. This heavy wheeled armored vehicle is an improved model on the sd.kz234/1 eight-wheeled heavy armored vehicle chassis. It is equipped with an armed turret. The turret is equipped with a mg40 machine gun and a sixty-times diameter long body. Pipe fifty millimeter artillery.

The road speed of this armored vehicle is as high as 84 kilometers per hour, and the cross-country speed has reached a speed of 30 kilometers per hour. This vehicle can no longer be regarded as a pure armored vehicle. Strictly speaking, it should be regarded as A wheeled chariot. Because it has the firepower that a tank has, the power of the 50mm caliber kk39/l60 gun may not be very strong in 43 to 3 years, but in 1940, the penetration depth of 36 mm at a distance of one kilometer was sufficient. Threatened some early models of tanks.

This wheeled armored fighting vehicle was named "Saber-toothed Tiger" by Xu Jun, and the first batch of eight experimental vehicles were given to the African Army. Historically, this vehicle was used in tropical desert areas. The performance is quite good, Xu Jun believes that after his improvement, this vehicle should perform even better.

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

"Sanlian was arranged for the first wave of landings this time, and I can finally see this guy's performance on the battlefield." Wycombe put on the tropical helmet and watched the armored car slowly land. To the deck.

"In place, untie the rope." The crew on the deck ran forward and began to untie the rope hanging from the hook.

"How's it going? Snar!" Major Wycombe asked aloud.

"No problem, sergeant~IndoMTL.com~Sergeant Snar, standing next to the armored vehicle, waved vigorously at the battalion commander.

"Kurt, I have always wondered why Snar chose that logo." Wycomb turned his head and said to Kurt.

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

"Stop talking nonsense, I have never seen anyone choose this as the family crest." Wycomb pointed to the eight-wheeled armored car on the deck and said.

I saw this saber-toothed tiger wheeled in sandy yellow paint. In addition to the red platoon vehicle number on the side of the turret, a huge four-legged snake was painted with black paint.

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