"Attack? What attack? Believe it or not, if I give the order to attack now, those people will tie me up when I turn around." Major General Mario Barlotta's face turned red with anger, and his face was full of anger. The veins were beating faintly. He felt aggrieved in his heart. He originally thought that with the advantage of the armored division, he could easily take advantage of the opponent, but who knew that this was not the case at all. Not to mention his own heavy losses, he had not yet taken any advantage. Still attacking? How to attack? Besides, they originally had such a huge advantage and had such a powerful combat force as the armored divisions, but now they were fighting so miserably. This was really beyond his expectation. If he continued to attack, it would probably only increase casualties and have no practical significance at all. He might even lose all his money, so he didn't want to attack anymore from the bottom of his heart. "What should we do?" the subordinate asked with a worried look on his face, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with anxiety. He was unsure, he couldn't defeat him again and again, but he couldn't just stay in a stalemate like this. He had to find a way to solve the current predicament, so he looked at the major general eagerly, hoping to get a good idea from the commander. "Damn it, why can't they take a detour?" Major General Mario Barlotta was very annoyed and couldn't help complaining. He really couldn't understand why the other party was staring at them?

He could obviously take a detour and choose a safer route to avoid their armored division, but the other party insisted on fighting with them here. This made him particularly puzzled and depressed. "Sir? How about we surrender?" Suddenly, the subordinate hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to suggest. He thought that in this situation, there was no chance of winning if he continued to fight. Rather than waste time like this, it would be better to simply surrender, which at least could save everyone's lives. Hearing this, Major General Mario Barlotta's face suddenly became a little ugly. Surrender? This word was like a thorn in his heart, making him very confused. It is true that he has not considered surrendering. If the opponent is the British army, he may agree without hesitation. After all, he has dealt with the British army before, and surrender is not a rare thing. Everyone knows it. But when he thought that those were all Chinese, he felt a little reluctant. If word spreads about surrendering to the Chinese, he will become everyone’s laughing stock. How will he be able to hold his head high in the army in the future? He valued reputation and honor very much, so he was still very hesitant about surrendering. "Sir, behind them are Britain and the United States. They are coming this time to retake the canal." The subordinate solemnly reminded him again with a serious face. He knew very well that the other party had such strong backing as Britain and the United States, and his coming this time must have an important strategic purpose, which was to regain control of the canal. Therefore, the follow-up direction of this battle was definitely not optimistic. It’s better to make plans early. "So their next counterattack will definitely be unprecedentedly powerful." The subordinate continued, with a hint of worry in his words. After all, with the help of Britain and the United States, the opponent will definitely be greatly strengthened in terms of military strength, equipment and other aspects. When the time comes to launch a counterattack, the power will not be comparable to what it is now. They must consider countermeasures in advance. "And there is no need for us to defend such an isolated city for the sake of the German army." His subordinates tried to persuade them with sincere words. In his opinion, the Italian army of his own side cannot afford to fight for the benefit of the German army and defend here. If this continues, it will only put itself in a desperate situation and the gain will not be worth the loss. Hearing this, Major General Mario Barlotta's face naturally became unhappy. Could he not know that the other party was behind Britain and the United States? He is very clear about these situations, but the key is the matter of surrender. He has not yet decided whether to do it or not. He is struggling in his heart. Although his subordinates' words are reasonable, they cannot make him do it. Make your decision immediately. "Where are the Germans? What did they say?" After a while, Major General Mario Barlotta frowned and asked. He thought that as an ally, the German army should have a way to deal with it or instructions. Maybe the German army had any good ideas to help them get out of the current predicament.

"General Anim means to let us continue to hold on. He believes that we, as an armored division, can completely defeat the enemy on the front." The communications staff member stood up at the right time and reported the report in a smooth tone. He was just conveying the meaning of his superiors truthfully, but when he heard these words in the ears of Major General Mario Barlotta, it was like lighting a powder keg. Hearing this, Major General Mario Barrotta suddenly became furious, his face turned red, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily: "Damn it, these stupid Germans, don't they know? There are people on the other side. They are elites, not just a bunch of people.” He was very angry. He felt that the German army was just standing around talking without pain. They did not understand the actual battle situation at all. The enemy on the opposite side was so powerful and the battle was already so difficult for our own side. The German army was still blindly optimistic, thinking that they could take it easy. Defeating the enemy is a fantasy, isn't it? "Destroy? Defeat with what? I need the air force, tell him, we need fighter planes." Major General Mario Barlotta became more and more angry and roared loudly. He felt that with the support of the air force and the fire suppression of fighter planes in the air, he might be able to compete with the opponent again, but now they have no chance of winning against such an elite enemy with their armored divisions alone. Therefore, the German army The unrealistic demands made him feel very angry, and then he burst out completely and vented all his dissatisfaction. "yes." Not long after, General Arnim received a telegram from the Italian army at the headquarters of the German North African Army in Alexandria. He sat at his desk, picked up the telegram with a serious expression and read it carefully. Looking at the contents of the telegram, General Anim's brows instantly frowned so much that his eyebrows were almost twisted together. Strands. Haven't had a fight? How is this possible? In his original expectation, the elite armored divisions of the Italian army had very strong combat effectiveness. They could easily deal with ordinary troops. But now they were at a disadvantage in the battle. Isn't this incredible? He still has a certain understanding of the Chinese people. After all, their previous German weapon masters were trained with the help of the German army. What kind of combat effectiveness those German weapon masters had at that time was like a mirror in his mind. Although they also had certain combat capabilities, they were not yet high enough to make him satisfied. Even the elite armored divisions of the army could not withstand it. "Is this still the same army as before?" General Anim frowned and muttered to himself as he looked at the telegram. He really couldn't believe what he was seeing. It had only been so long, and the other party's progress was so fast. It was as if he had been reborn, completely different from his previous impression. Not to mention anything else, just the fact that it was able to defeat the elite armored divisions of the Italian army and ask them for help is indeed a bit incredible. More importantly, after further understanding, he found that the opponent's tactics on the battlefield were very well laid out. He is very smart and knows how to find the weakest point in the defense line to attack. This is not something that just a random army can do. This kind of tactical vision and layout ability are really beyond his expectations. "General, I'm afraid we have to face up to this enemy." The subordinates looked at General Anim's contemplative look and knew that this enemy should not be underestimated, so they hurriedly reminded him. He felt that he could no longer look at the opponent with the same eyes as before. He had to quickly adjust his strategy and take it seriously. Otherwise, he would probably suffer a big loss in the next battle. "Yes, I understand." General Anim nodded slightly and responded, but the expression on his face was still solemn. Originally, he didn't care about Marshal Rommel's previous reminder. He felt that even if an enemy invaded, his own existing strength would be enough to deal with it, and he didn't take the so-called enemy to heart at all. But now, after the Italian army's battle, he finally realized that this enemy group should not be underestimated. Not only is his fighting power strong, his tactics are also very sophisticated, but he can no longer take it lightly like before. However, now he is facing a thorny problem, that is, he really does not have many troops to mobilize. The main forces were all taken to Persia by Marshal Rommel, where they were intensively forming a new coalition at the moment, preparing to move north to attack the Soviet army. That was an important strategic move carefully planned by Marshal Rommel, so most of the elite forces were taken away. Most of what is left in his hands are newly transferred recruits. These new recruits had just joined the army and had not undergone much actual combat experience. Their military literacy and combat experience were relatively lacking. If they were to be dragged into the battlefield to confront that powerful enemy, General Anim would really have no idea. In addition, there is the Italian army, but the Italian army is also dispersed and stationed in various important military towns.

After all, the defense of these military towns is also crucial and affects the strategic layout of the entire German army in North Africa, so they cannot be easily mobilized. Moreover, the main troops are stationed in Libya's oil fields. You know, this oil field is an important energy area related to whether the German army can continue to maintain the scale of the war. The importance of oil to the war is self-evident. Without oil, all kinds of weapons and equipment such as tanks and fighter planes would be useless. Iron, so the German army attaches great importance to this oil field and must ensure the safety there. Unless he mobilizes the troops in the oil-producing areas, if he does that, the safety of the oil fields will be threatened. It is really a dilemma. After all, intelligence showed that the enemy came this time with nearly 300,000 troops. This was not a small number. To deal with such a huge force, it would be impossible without enough troops. For a moment, General Anim felt a little dizzy, and his brows furrowed even deeper. He sat there and thought hard, but couldn't think of a good way for a while. This really put him in trouble. "Let the Italian army continue to hold on, and send out fighter planes to bomb the enemy's positions and block the enemy's advance." General Anim frowned and paced back and forth in the headquarters. After thinking for a while, he finally made this new decision. Order. He thought that there were not many better ways at the moment. Let the Italian army hold the front line first, and then use the air superiority of fighter planes to bomb the enemy's positions, causing some trouble for the opponent and slowing down their progress. It’s also a good way to buy yourself more time to think about subsequent coping strategies. "Yes." After hearing the order, the subordinates immediately responded, and then quickly went to arrange relevant matters. Not long after, with a roar, more than a dozen fighter planes took off from the airport. The bombs carried under the wings reflected an icy sheen in the sun. They were like birds of prey with spread wings, rushing towards the front line. , just hoping to give the enemy a surprise blow. At the same moment, Bu La was looking helplessly at the Italian officer in front of him. He felt so depressed that he couldn't help but ask: "What exactly do you want to do?" He really couldn't understand what these Italian soldiers were thinking. At the beginning, these Italian troops sent people over and asked them to take a detour and let them go. Their attitude was quite tough. But not long after, they launched another aggressive attack, as if they were determined to fight to the death. As a result, the battle has not yet ended, and now people are sent to discuss peace talks. This is changing, and there is no accuracy at all. This Bu La thought in his mind, in their eyes, this battle is just like playing house, they can do whatever they want, there is no rules at all. Anyway, he was completely confused by the operations of these Italian troops. His head was almost spinning. He really didn't know what to do with them. "For peace talks, our commander still hopes that you can take a detour, preferably retreat." This time, the Italian officer's tone was obviously not so tough, and there was even a hint of negotiation in his voice. He also knew in his heart that the previous battle had let them know that the other side was not easy to deal with. Now they could only try their best to persuade the other side, hoping that the other side would agree to this request, so that everyone would suffer less casualties and avoid continuing to fall into this stalemate and dangerous situation. In the middle of the war. "As I said before, unless you surrender, we will never take a detour." Bula shook his head, still firm in his previous thoughts. "But you have suffered so many casualties." The Italian officer wanted to persuade him again. Who knew that Bu La would be unmoved at all and would suffer hundreds of casualties? What is this? This time, they brought hundreds of thousands of people with them. What does a mere few hundred people mean? And they are all indigenous, so it doesn’t matter even more. (End of chapter)