Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 140: Willful

Kucheler suffocated his energy and prepared to show his talents in the Peninsular War. The last time the German army fought against the desert nations, it was during the last World War. At that time, the Ottoman army trained by German consultants did not miss the British Human-supported Arab rebels dealt with. . Fastest update

The United Kingdom provided a large number of cheap weapons to the Arab chiefs, instigated them to launch an armed rebellion against the rule of the Ottoman Empire by acknowledging their right to rule on this land. Many people have heard of "Lawrence of Arabia". His story tells this history.

"There will not be a second Lawrence again. The British Prime Minister has already assured me." Xu Jun sat on a huge Persian carpet placed on the lawn of the fort, with a big Wang in his hand. .

"The British have tasted the bitter wine they brewed, and Churchill is much more sober on this issue." Weierle played with a gold-plated and silver-inlaid pipe with a fine workmanship. A rubber hose, the other end of the hose is connected to a Turkish hookah inlaid with colorful gems.

"What do you think of this gift? Weierle." Xu Jun patted the deerhound Cú Chulainn on the head and motioned for him to go to the side to play.

"This dog grows too fast, my head of state." Tysenhofen was holding a tray, carefully avoiding the large hunting dog running on the grass.

"Good hookah, the Turks did not react too slowly, and they also felt the threat to them from the Soviet Union." Weirler took a sip of the refined hookah with a refreshing fruit flavor, raised his head and puffed out a smoke ring . (Turkish hookah was invented by India and then penetrated into the Ottoman Empire via Persia. It 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, and the small Balkan axis has collapsed. Turkey has only two choices before us, whether to fall to us or to the Soviet Union." Xu Jun from Disenhao Fen picked up a cup of fruit tea in his tray.

"My head of state, Ismet Inonu is a tough politician and a veteran who has gone through several wars. No one can force him to make unwilling choices." Weierle said Lie down on the side, leaning against a velvet cushion.

"That’s why I agreed to their request to form an alliance with Turkey again at the right time. But now it’s not possible. This will stimulate the Russians. Our defense line needs to be reinforced, and our strength needs to be strengthened. ." Xu Jun took a sip of fruit tea and put the crystal cup on the tray on the carpet.

"By the beginning of the next month, we will have half a million troops ready to go, and by March, this number will double. My head of state." Weirler breathed out smoke.

"This speed is not fast enough, Weierle." Xu Jun said, shaking his head.

"The troops need to be trained, and a lot of supplies and equipment must be added. My head of state." Weierle replied.

"In the future, let Halder speak to me by himself, Weierle." Xu Jun said with a smile.

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

"I know what they are worrying about. The sharp increase in the number of recruits will weaken the combat capability of the old troops, but Weierle, we can’t just look at ourselves, we must know that our future enemies will be the same, and their combat effectiveness is also fast. Recession, and in a short period of time, this trend of recession will not be reversed. The current situation is that it cuts me for a long time. The longer the time is, the better the situation will be for us. Stalin will discover this sooner or later." Xu Junna He lifted his half-smoked cigar, struck a match and lit the cigarette **** again.

"I think you should talk to Commander Brausic in person."

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

Weirle felt that the head of state was a little depressed, so he hurriedly changed the subject. The chief of staff smiled and said: "The African Legion of General Quhillel should have arrived in Egypt by 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 for the British. A war that will not benefit the empire.".

"There is indeed such a statement. It is mainly some young officers in the staff. They are not doubting your decision, but they don't understand the meaning of our participation in the war."

"Is no one among the senior officers curious about this?"

Weirler took a puff of cigarettes and shook his head and replied: "The generals have no such idea. Everyone is now focusing on the reorganization of the army and the new personnel transfer of the command.".

"This is true, the Arabian Peninsula is too far away from Europe, and it is not the age of the Crusaders." The head of the Empire laughed.

"Disenhofen!" The head of state turned his head and called his adjutant.

"Here, my Führer." Disenhofen hurried forward.

"You know Colonel Gen, gather the troops, we will return to Berlin this afternoon." Xu Jun stood up with his cigar in his mouth.

"My head of state, didn't he say that he would go back the day after tomorrow?" the Chief of Staff asked suspiciously.

"The plan has changed, Weierle, the plan has changed." Xu Jun replied with a smile, and he took the marshal's stick that Disenhofen handed over.

"Let people clean up these things, and be careful. This carpet is very valuable." Xu Jun told Disenhofen.

"Yes, my head of state." Disenhofen nodded and accepted the order.

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

"Go back, Cuchulin!" Xu Jun greeted loudly, watching the Scottish Deerhound running wildly after hearing the sound, the head of state showed a bright smile on his face.

"The Führer didn't talk to you about this?" Marshal Brausic frowned and swallowed the brandy in his mouth.

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

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

"The total weight of the battle is thirty tons. This is what the manual I got says." Guderian shrugged his shoulders.

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

"It has been confirmed, it is a destroyer tank." Guderian reminded loudly.

"It should be prioritized to be deployed to the artillery units at each support point." Marshal Bok picked up the coffee cup.

"This weapon should cooperate with the tank company to conduct mobile operations on the flanks, waiting for the opportunity to ambush the opponent's armored vehicles and infantry. I think it is a waste to deploy them to a fixed position." Guderian clicked on the table. A few photos, in the photo is a self-propelled artillery with a special shape.

"What does the Führer call it?" Brausic asked suddenly, raising his head.

"The head of state calls it "rhino horn," your commander," Guderian replied.

"You should know the most about this. When will the trial be public?" Bock looked at Keitel.

The Chief of Staff of the High Command carried a triumphant look on his face. This was a privilege that the Führer's confidant had. He cheerfully said: "When we return to Berlin, we will make arrangements. The Führer has his own schedule."

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

"The Führer has changed his plan. He is going to return to Berlin in the afternoon. Please go back and pack up. Now there are only three free planes left at the airport." Weirler announced loudly from the door.

"Oh, hell, Schultz! Go back to the room and pack your luggage."

"I bought a bunch of gifts in Vienna, is there any space on the plane?"

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

"Can't we transfer a few more planes, Weierle, you know, here are all German marshals." The lounge suddenly became a mess.

"I'm just here to inform you. If you have any questions, you can directly ask the head of state. I believe he will be happy to answer your questions." Weierle had a smirk on his face.

"It's all your fault, Keitel, it's all your fault. I knew I wouldn't buy so many things." Brauchich held up his glass and poured brandy into his mouth like a puff.

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

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