Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 169: Frontline

Xu Jun tried his best to become a seasoned and realistic politician, not to bring personal feelings into his work, because Hitler is the best counterexample, the head of state is often affected by personal emotions and loses what he deserves Judgment.

But when he heard of Randolph’s disappearance, he found that he could not restrain his worries at all. Perhaps the alcohol he ingested had also played a role. Xu Jun’s mood became exceptionally depressed, so he let Weierle Instead of sending the two heads of the General Security Bureau on their own, and then returning to their dormitory alone, Disenhofen found with concern that the lights in the head of state's bedroom had not been turned off that night.

In the early morning of the next day, it was just getting bright. Xu Jun didn't greet Disenhofen. He put on a full uniform, led a guard dog from the guard, and went for a walk in the back garden of the head of state.

Europe’s gardens are different from China. China’s focus is on pavilions, towers, buildings, bridges, and flowers. In Europe, lawn fountains and symmetrical shrubs are said to be gardens. As a result, they are full of trees.

"My head of state, do you want to have breakfast?" Disenhofen asked the head of state in a low voice, holding Xu Jun's military coat in his hand.

"Oh? Wait a minute, Eric, I'm not hungry yet." Xu Jun squatted on the edge of the lawn, stroking Demu's head with his hand, the black back sticking out his tongue obediently and turning over. The belly was exposed to the head of state, hoping that the head of the empire would help.

"Where is Daogen now? Eric." Xu Jun rubbed Demu's stomach and asked his subordinates in a deep voice.

"The special plane refueled in Vienna last night, and it is estimated that it has arrived in Tirana. The next stop in the plan is Athens, Greece. After refuelling there again, the special plane will fly across the Mediterranean Sea to the capital of Egypt. Cairo." Disenhofen replied respectfully.

"I hope that Daogen will go smoothly and find Lieutenant Colonel Randolph as soon as possible." Xu Jun stood up and took out the handkerchief from his pocket. This cute guy licked his saliva.

"Don't worry, my head, Lieutenant Colonel Randolph will be fine."

"You are worrying about him too, Eric."

"No, what I am worried about now is you, my head of state. It is a bit cold outside today. You should go back to your room as soon as possible. I will let the kitchen prepare breakfast." The adjutant's eyes and tone were extremely firm.

"Well, listen to you, give me the coat, and then find a guard to send this guy back to the guard room." After walking, Xu Jun's mood improved a lot, he did not forget that he was an empire The head of state also shoulders arduous responsibilities.

"Yes, my Führer. Come with me, you clever fellow." Tysenhofen pulled the black back belt hard and walked quickly towards the side entrance of the Chancellery.

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"There is nothing in this area, only sand." The navigator, Sergeant Charlie, looked at the ground under the transparent window, and then picked up the slide rule to measure the current position of the plane.

This Blenheim bomber has removed its magazine and bombing sighting equipment, and installed two 300-gallon auxiliary fuel tanks in the original magazine. It is usually used as a long-range reconnaissance and communication aircraft because it is not a regular Standard modification, so there is no production number.

"Head, I think we should go a little further south." Sergeant Crane, the gunner on the back of the plane, poured a cup of coffee from the thermos and handed it to the captain who was not awake.

"What did you sense again, what did the angel say to you this time? Domlow." Captain Feller took the coffee with one hand and laughed at the crewmate. Crane looked like five big and three rough, but he was an extremely pious believer, believing in the existence of miracles and supernatural powers in the world.

"This joke is not funny at all, sir." Crane shook his head and poured another cup of coffee, and handed it to Sergeant Charlie who had emerged from the observation stand.

"Thanks, buddy, this desert is too big. We are looking for a needle in a haystack." Richard raised his face and said to the captain.

"This is our task, Charlie." Ferrer drank his coffee in one sip and handed the empty cup to Crane.

"Come out, baby, where are you?" Richard shrugged, humming his own song, and leaned back on the observation deck with his coffee cup.

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"The entire company rested on the spot for half an hour. We are going to reach the oasis on the map before noon." Lieutenant Spalu stood on the roof of his 38T engine compartment, holding a microphone in hand and shouting commands.

This armored lieutenant wears an officer's combat cap, wears a sand-yellow African army-style shirt, wears a full set of rank emblems, and a brand-new Iron Cross on his chest.

The first battalion and the second company of the 21st Armored Regiment have been invincible since entering the border. The opponents were not equipped with anti-tank weapons at all. The consequences of Saudi suppression of tribal armed forces are undoubtedly revealed here. German tanks encountered all with old-fashioned rifles. Camel cavalry and light infantry units on foot.

The nomadic tribes do not have artillery at all. They lack modern means of transportation, and they cannot carry heavy equipment to move in the vast desert. At the same time, they lack the ability to provide logistics. The weapons of the tribe are obtained through trade, usually not Too many ammunition stockpiles.

At the same time, Bedouins lack the means of investigation. Many tribes don’t even know that war has broken out and their land is being invaded. If placed 20 years ago, they would have arranged a large number of ranger sentries around the camp, but now that they have been in peace for too long, these desert tribes have almost forgotten how to fight, and the ancient military traditions have long been forgotten by the younger generation. So often when the tribal warriors found the trail of the German army, tanks and motorized infantry had already begun the final charge.

The technical equipment of the second company has not suffered much loss. The threat of the Bedouin warriors to the 38T tank is not as serious as that caused by the desert environment. The fine sand here is almost pervasive. All parts in the tank are covered with a layer of dust. Some precision equipment in the car, such as artillery scopes and car radios, must be carefully cleaned every day during camping and rest, otherwise the next day of fighting There may be problems.

The commanders are pleased that the soldiers have become accustomed to this combat environment. The desert combat manual issued by the command has played a huge role here. The soldiers have learned how to survive in the desert environment and learn I learned how to manage my drinking water reasonably, how to identify the direction in the desert, learn to identify various harmful insects and animals, and learn how to find potential water sources.

There are many ways that even the British colonial army officers who have lived here for many years have not seen it. It is said that the editor of this manual is the head of the empire. Soldiers think that the profound knowledge of the head of state is not Not impossible.

"Sir, a car is catching up behind you!" Sergeant Rem stood in the command tower, pointing in the direction they came from. I saw sand and dust rolling in the distance, and a three-wheeled motorcycle was speeding toward the company.

Sparu raised the telescope on his chest, glanced at it, turned his head with a smile, and said: "It should be a messenger sent by the battalion."

Some orders and official documents that are too confidential or must be issued in writing cannot be transmitted by radio. Usually, in this case, a messenger must be sent. The Tundap three-wheeled motorcycle roared through the tank parked on the shoulder of the road. It didn't start to slow down until it saw the pennant of Spalu's command vehicle, and then stopped firmly beside the 38T.

"Lieutenant Spalu~IndoMTL.com~I brought the battalion's order. The second company rushed so fast. I almost thought I couldn't catch up with you." A lieutenant in the motorcycle fight jumped off. When the car came, stretched his waist while complaining loudly.

"Lieutenant Schultz, what happened? You need to deliver the order yourself." Sparrow jumped from the car to the ground with a look of surprise, and strode towards the man who was twisting his waist on the spot. Lieutenant of the Panzer.

"This is the latest order for Erlian." Schultz pulled out a folded file from the map bag around his waist.

Shaking open the document, Spalu read it carefully, but the first line of words that raised his head surprised him.

"The Supreme Command of the Empire?!"

"Look down, Lieutenant, this colonel carries the warrant issued by the Führer with him." Sharpel said, pointing to the document.

"This is the glory of the 21st Armored Regiment, so the battalion commander sent me to supervise the execution of the order." The armored lieutenant looked solemn.

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