Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 182: Departure
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Hitler has the habit of changing his schedule at will. As the supreme dictator of the Third Reich, he has full power to do so, and he does not need to notify anyone in advance. If you can’t fulfill the request made by the head of state, you can only Prove your lack of competence for the current position. Xu Jun inherited all the powers of the former head of state. Compared with the predecessor who was very purposeful, the new head of state behaved more casually.
The Führer’s "Imperial One" has been taken by Daogen to Egypt, but at the air base on the north bank of the Spree River, an elite transport aircraft squadron is on standby at all times.
When the commander of the base, Major General Rudman, received the notification, the Führer's convoy was already on its way to the base. The Air Force Major General put down the phone, and then dashed to the wall of the office, pressing the alarm switch without hesitation.
There was a great alarm bell in the air base. It was the lunch break. Most officers and soldiers were resting in the barracks. Only some maintenance and ground crews stayed on the tarmac. These were the Messiahs who had flight training missions in the afternoon. Schmidt fighter, doing preparations before take-off.
Although the European war had ended at this time, the German army did not slack off because of this. The Air Force still maintained a high-level combat readiness and was fully prepared for the next war.
Amid the alarm bell, a group of Air Force soldiers rushed out of the barracks in full gear, and lined up on the grass beside the tarmac in an orderly manner. Major General Rudman drove a convertible car himself, honking his horn all the way to the tarmac.
"All stand at attention!" The company commander, who was calling in front of the queue, hurriedly called out the password when he saw it.
"General!" The company commander trot a few steps and approached Rudman and stood up and saluted.
"Time is running out. The Führer’s convoy will be here soon. You immediately send two platoons to lay a cordon around the runway, and leave one platoon on the tarmac to line up the ceremonial guard." Rudman sat in the driver’s seat and said loudly. The air force lieutenant ordered it.
This airport guard company belongs to the anti-aircraft artillery unit, and wears an air force badge with a red army background. They do not need to undertake field missions, so the equipment is correspondingly lighter than army soldiers. The infantry only wore a cowhide belt with an Air Force badge on his waist. There was no army-style y-shaped harness, and he did not carry any food bags, infantry spades, or famous gas mask cans.
"Yes, General!" The company commander saluted again.
"Be fast, Lieutenant." The general urged loudly behind him.
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"My head, should we stop in Rome halfway?" Weirler asked in a low voice.
"No, I don't have so much time to fly directly to Taranto." Xu Jun was closing his eyes in his seat and rested. He didn't even open his eyes, and decisively rejected Weierler's suggestion.
"If this is the case, our route will pass through Vietnamese Slavs." Weierle lowered his head and looked at the map in his hand.
"Is there any problem?"
"Not at all, my head of state." Weierle quickly shook his head.
Now all countries that have signed military alliances with Germany have unconditionally opened their airspace to Germany, which means that the Luftwaffe's aircraft can be moved at will on the entire European continent.
"Do we have any warships docked in Taranto now?" The head of state opened his eyes and turned to look at Weierle.
"I remember there was a destroyer." Weierle replied.
After Taranto was occupied by the coalition forces, the Italian fleet was taken over by Germany. At present, there are 20,000 German troops stationed in the naval port, where a large number of German naval recruits are conducting navigation and combat training.
The battleships of the Italian Navy are designed for the combat environment in the Mediterranean. They pursue high speed and strong firepower. Because the area of the Mediterranean is limited, these warships do not need to have much endurance. The battleships of the Royal Italian Navy have always been Known for short legs. The French Navy is their biggest imaginary enemy. Why do they not regard the Royal Navy as their opponent? Please, the Italians are indeed a little lost, but they are not crazy.
Now the pride of the Italian navy has all fallen into the hands of the Germans. What's interesting is that this incident did not cause much repercussions in Italy. Except for those related to the navy, ordinary citizens are basically indifferent to it. Compared with these unreachable warships, they are more concerned about whether the price of spaghetti will increase due to the poor wheat harvest this winter.
Because of Mussolini’s support, the Italian Navy took up a lot of military expenditures and national resources. As a result, when the motherland encountered a crisis, these **** did not say anything. They even hid in the military port to plot a rebellion. More shameless. The Italian navy is now notorious, and sailors are afraid to wear uniforms to the streets, afraid of the self-produced petroleum jelly that will be smashed by the fierce housewives in the streets.
"Rydell assured me that by March next year, the Mediterranean fleet will be able to regain combat effectiveness. I feel a little skeptical about this." After speaking, Xu Jun rubbed his cheeks and took a deep breath.
"We can only believe that what Marshal Raidel said is true, my Führer." Weierle said.
"You are right, otherwise what else? The navy is a highly professional unit. Operation alone cannot prove anything. The officers and soldiers must pass the test of actual combat." Xu Jun folded his legs and said One hand supported the knee.
In the European War, the German navy's surface naval forces had an impressive record, which attracted a large number of young Germans to join the army. Various professional schools in the Navy are also expanding their enrollment scale. There is a large gap in the navy's middle-level officers, and there are also professional talents in various technical departments.
A group of non-commissioned officers with combat experience are sent to the military academy. After 16 weeks of intensive training, they will be promoted to second lieutenant officers. This is almost impossible in the peaceful era, but in the current situation, the Navy can only break the old rules. Until a new generation of naval officers grow up, Raidel has no other solution.
The training system of the German Navy is overloaded, so the newly recruited young naval cadets are now being sent to the UK for training in batches. They will learn the skills of the Royal Navy in those world-renowned naval military schools. Tactical and sailing experience.
Although the Royal Navy of the British Empire suffered heavy losses, the British are still ahead of the world in terms of technology. Without a series of advanced technologies provided by the United Kingdom, although the US Navy could eventually defeat the Japanese combined fleet, it would never be like So easy in history.
For example, in this time and space, the Royal Navy has developed reliable shipborne radars, but it is clear that they are not going to tell their cousins on the opposite shore this time. The Royal Navy is currently cooperating with German scientists. The radar launched further improvements.
Looking at the U.S. Navy instead, they are completely ignorant of the technical principles and applications of British carrier radars. At sea, the U.S. fleet is still using the naked eye and carrier-based reconnaissance aircraft to search for enemy traces. If Germany continues to adopt a technical blockade, one can imagine what the future Pacific naval battle will be like.
"My head of state, it takes about five hours to travel from Berlin to Taranto. We can have dinner in Taranto." Disenhofen, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said.
"Do you think of Italian food again?" Xu Jun joked.
"To be honest, I have a deep memory, I hope they will prepare that kind of Italian smoked belly." Tysenhofen said with a smile.
"You can inform Taranto in advance that the Italians should provide ordering services." Weierle interjected.
"Don't worry~IndoMTL.com~We are staying in Taranto for one night today." Xu Jun turned his head and looked out the window.
"This is really a wise decision, my head of state." Weirler took off the monocle.
"I have reconsidered. You and Kirsten are right. Flying across the Mediterranean at night is really not a good idea." The Führer did not turn his eyes back.
"The final decision is still you, my head of state." Weirler complimented.
"Willer." The Führer looked at Berlin outside the car window.
"Yes, my head of state."
"Don't comfort me."
"Understood, my head of state." The chief of staff smiled and led his orders.
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