Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 407: Remaining sound

Hitler is a bluffing genius. This is a talent that Xu Jun has to admire. Behind his keen political sense and judgment is the accumulated experience of long-term party struggles. Xu Jun knows that this is his shortcoming, and the gap cannot be bridged by technical means for the time being.

If you understand the current German society, Xu Jun is of course no better than Hitler living in this era, but when it comes to the global strategic perspective and international game, Hitler is completely beyond the reach, after all, the latter comes from an information explosion. However, Hitler could only obtain information from the outside world from some newspapers and subordinate reports.

Strategic deception is a systematic project, and it cannot be accomplished by simply bribing some double agents or sending some false information. The Eye of Odin's plan is very large, and the members who can really access the core content do not add up to more than one palm. Most intelligence personnel can only learn about this part of their execution. All they can see is a few of the thousands of jigsaw pieces. They know very well that when the entire jigsaw puzzle is completed, it is the final battle. The day.

"They shot at each other in the downtown street of Tripoli. Although the scale of the battle was small, the scene was quite intense." Kirsten stood behind Weirle and reported respectfully.

The colonel of the army just received the reception and commendation from the head of state, so at this time he was wearing an army dress with a red border on the placket and collar, and the knight's cross was hung on the neckline. Kirsten clamped the big brimmed military hat under his arm, and his long golden hair was braided in a complicated bun behind his head, with a clean and heroic appearance.

"The files carried on the thirteenth were not the most important, but the harvest was the largest among all knights." Weierle retracted the fishing rod and put a bait on the hook again.

"Mainly the French and the British have intervened in it, and they have gained more from this operation." Kirsten walked over to Weierle and squatted down.

"What did the Führer say just now?" Weierle shook the fishing rod in his hand and threw the hook.

"The Führer doesn't seem to care much about this. He may have more questions to consider." Kirsten stretched out his finger and teased the little fish swimming in the bucket.

"It is true. He needs to think farther than us in order to guide us to continue to win. You have to learn to look at the problem from the perspective of the head of state, and there may be new discoveries." Weirler put the fishing rod on He put it on the pole holder and took out his cigarette case from his pocket.

"Mind?" Weierle asked, opening the cigarette case.

"Please feel free," Kirsten replied with a smile.

"This is a premium cigarette produced in the United States. The shredded tobacco is much better than ours produced in Germany. I smoke one every time I think about a problem." Weirler took out a box of matches and lit the cigarette.

"You see, this cigarette can show a lot of problems. The Americas is the best place to produce tobacco and coffee beans, and our soldiers cannot do without these two consumables. If the raw materials are cut off Supply, we can only provide soldiers with inferior substitutes. Although there is no problem in a short period of time, if it takes a long time, it will definitely affect the morale of the troops.

This seems to be a question that people in the General Staff are considering, but the Eye of Odin should also pay attention to these details at ordinary times. We must think of everyone in front and find ways to avoid problems before they happen. After it happens, there must be a way to remedy it, all of which are inseparable from intelligence support. "Weirle teaches his favorite students.

"I see what you mean, General." Kirsten nodded to show that he was taught.

"It's not enough to understand, we have to come up with a practical plan. Okay, maybe this is still a bit difficult for you now. Let's not discuss this, where did we talk about it? Yes, detailed Tell me about what happened in Tripoli."

"Tripoli, as I mentioned earlier, the two groups started a gun battle on the street." Kirsten continued to report respectfully.

"We were fooled, this is a trap!" Lorenzo picked up the Jagdyalev submachine gun and fired a long shot at the Fiat sedan across the street. The bullet splashed on the bulletproof steel plate attached to the car door A glimpse of sparks.

"This can't work. The Russian firepower is too strong. We have lost three people." An Italian military police sergeant shrank behind a mailbox and shouted to Captain Malchimo.

"Gabriano!" Marchimo shouted to his assistant.

"The corporal is in the second car." An Italian plainclothes agent reported loudly, hiding under the window of the grocery store, and then a string of bullets shot over, and the broken glass above the agent's head fell like a waterfall On him.

"Captain, we should retreat and wait for the superior's support." The military police sergeant stretched out his hand from behind the mailbox and fired two random shots. He turned his head and yelled at Malchimo who was lying on the side of the road.

"You tell me how to evacuate now, you bastard." Malchimo lay close to the sidewalk. He happened to be in the coverage area of ​​Russian fire, and the only thing covering him was a height of thirty centimeters. He can't even stand up now.

"Gabriano!" Marchimo exclaimed.

"He is dead. Corporal Gabriano was killed, Captain." Another military police replied loudly.

"Damn! Bastard!" Marchimo clenched his fists severely.

"What should we do now, Comrade Grove, the Italians may have surrounded this entire area." Pietro installed a new 71-round drum for his ppd submachine gun, pulling it neatly The gun is loaded.

"Burka must have betrayed us. I said he was unreliable at all, but you guys don't listen to me." Lorenzo suppressed the firepower of an Italian agent remaining in the Fiat car. The opponent has a Beretta 38, which is a bit threatening to them.

"Burka's problem will be discussed later, we must find a way to break out now." Grove crouched by a low wall, holding a Browning pistol in his hand.

"We are running out of bullets and the car was broken by the Italians again. How can we break through." Pietro finished aiming at the postbox across the street and fired two shots.

"Then grab a car, did you see the truck over there? Lorenzo covered us, and Pietro and I would start him." Grove said loudly.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Lorenzo objected.

"Do you have any other options? Only do what he said." Pietro turned his gun and knocked over a brave and reckless Italian military police with a precise shot.

"Then please hurry up, my bullets won't last long." Lorenzo began to fire on the Fiat and surrounding Italian military police with a single shot.

"Well, hold on, Pietro come with me!" Grove took two deep breaths, then jumped up and rushed towards a half-ton Ford pickup truck on the side of the street.

The Italians also discovered the Russians' attempts and began to shift the firepower to the small truck. However, under the interference of Lorenzo's continuous shooting, the Italians' shooting was inaccurate.

Grove climbed into the cab, found the engine crank, and handed it to Pietro. When they were training in China, they had learned to drive this truck. Although it has been a long time since, they are still very proficient in operation~IndoMTL.com~In just a few seconds, they successfully started the engine.

"So the Italians just watched a few Russian spies escape?" Weierle asked cheerfully.

"They did not expect to encounter such fierce firepower. In fact, we did not expect this. It also reminds us that we should strengthen the armed forces of the executives. This time the submachine gun the Russians used gave me I was very impressed, especially the 71-round drum, which ensured the continuity of firepower, so that two submachine guns suppressed 12 Italian military police and agents.

However, the Russians did not manage to run too far in the end, and their truck crashed into the reinforcements of the Italian Army. After a fierce battle, two Russians were shot dead on the spot, and one was seriously injured and captured alive. The Italian suffered a relatively large loss, with seven dead and twelve wounded. It has been confirmed that one of the dead was a senior director of the Italian Military Intelligence Agency. "Kirsten replied with a smile.

"The Italian Military Intelligence Agency was a shame this time. I really want to know what Mussolini will look like when he sees the report." Weierle lit another cigarette and set the match. Threw it on the ground, stretched out his legs to extinguish the flame.

"If you want to see this leader's angry face, I believe there will be many opportunities in the future." Kirsten replied with a smile.

ps: In the afternoon, I still had some physical discomfort, and it did not affect the codeword. Today, there were some problems with the network, and the telecom repair report was very efficient, and it was resolved soon.

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The North African intelligence war is over, but this is only the beginning, and the good news is yet to come.

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