In the outer position of Alexandria that was filled with tension and anxiety, Bula was looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements with great anticipation. His eyes were constantly looking into the distance, and every slight movement made his heart skip a beat. Give it a tug. At this moment, his eyes were attracted by a group of people. When he took a closer look, it turned out that Kaname was walking this way with a large group of local natives. This scene made him stunned for a while, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. His face was full of disbelief and doubt, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what on earth was he going to do with bringing these natives here? He secretly wondered, could it be that he felt that he had too much food to use, so he brought so many people over to help consume the food? Although the Allied forces have always done an excellent job in logistics support, they have tried their best to ensure that the supply of materials to the front line is uninterrupted. Every day, trucks loaded with various supplies travel along the rugged road to this place. While transporting, from time to time there would be planes whizzing by, airdropping supplies, but suddenly there were 50,000 more people, which was not a small number. This was definitely a big pressure on logistics, how could it be so easy? The food and drink expenses of these people can be easily solved. "Don't you want cannon fodder? Our previous cannon fodder cost a lot of money. They were used up like this. The commander was also very distressed." Kaname looked at Bu La's surprised and slightly complaining look. , shook his head helplessly and said, his words revealing the helplessness of the current situation and a trace of complacency in coming up with a solution to the problem. "So you came up with this idea?" When Bu La heard this, he immediately understood the other party's intention, and his brows instantly wrinkled, with obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes. After all, the two of them get along very well with each other on weekdays. There is nothing to hide in between, and whatever is in my heart is expressed directly on my face. "What? Do you think this method is not good?" Kaname seemed not to notice Fu La's dissatisfaction. He still smiled and even asked slightly teasingly, as if he was quite satisfied with his idea. "What do you think? It's a ragtag group of people with no discipline at all." When Bu La heard this, he suddenly became furious, raised his voice, and said angrily. In his opinion, these natives are a bunch of disorganized people who don't understand any military rules. They can't make a mess on the battlefield. They can't be expected to play any role at all. They are just here to cause chaos. Can be regarded as qualified cannon fodder. "Indeed, you're right." After listening to Bu La's complaints, Kaname not only had no intention of defending, but nodded his head. His approval made Bu La a little confused, and for a moment I couldn't figure out what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd. "Then you are still recruiting them?" Bu La became more and more confused. He widened his eyes and looked directly at the other party. He thought to himself that since he knew that these natives were not good, why did he bring them over? This is not for Why bother looking for trouble? He really couldn't understand Kaname's brain.

"Because it's cheap." Kaname calmly spread his hands and said such a simple and practical reason, and this reason really left Fu Lai unable to find the words to refute for a while. His face He also had that natural look on his face, as if this was a great idea. "You don't know how cheap they are. One cow can be exchanged for hundreds of people. Do you think it's cheap?" Kaname looked at Bu La's still unbelievable look and further explained, thinking about such a good deal. Anyone who hears about it will probably be moved. After all, in this war-torn battlefield, as long as cannon fodder can be obtained at a low cost, it is earned, and there is nothing else to worry about. Bu La was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He really didn't expect that the price could be so ridiculously low. From this point of view, it is no wonder that his commander nodded and agreed to this approach. If it were him, he would probably think it was a good deal and agreed without saying a word. Anyway, these people are used as cannon fodder and sent to the front line for consumption. Naturally, the cheaper the price, the better. After thinking about it this way, his resistance to these natives has been reduced a lot. "How's it going? Are they more pleasing to the eye?" Kaname looked silent and seemed to have slowly accepted the reality in his heart. He asked with a smile, with a little pride in his tone. . "Well, it's indeed much more pleasing to the eye, but if you want to manage these people well, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort." Bula nodded, which seemed to agree with Kaname's approach, but he still expressed his worries. . After all, it is not an easy task to get such a large group of undisciplined and free-spirited natives to obey orders and go to the battlefield. It will definitely take a lot of effort to manage them. "Your worries are all unnecessary. Let your subordinates serve as the supervising team. If anyone dares to escape, he will be killed directly." Kaname said with a nonchalant look. In his opinion, tough tactics are needed on the battlefield. To maintain order, as long as these natives know that the consequences of escaping are serious, they can always be suppressed and make them do as required. After hearing this, Bu La thought about it carefully and felt that it made some sense. It just so happens that the people under my command have been fighting continuously during this period, and they are almost reaching their limit. They are exhausted physically and mentally. Let them serve as a supervisory team and take care of these natives. The people on my side can also take the opportunity to take a breath and relax for a while. It's a pretty good arrangement. Sure enough, when these natives learned that they were ordered to supervise the battle, they were all excited and started dancing on the spot. The excitement on their faces was as if they had picked up a huge weapon. It seems cheap. Before, they had been forced to go to the battlefield with guns pointed at their heads. Their hearts were filled with hatred and helplessness, not to mention how aggrieved they were. Now, it’s good, I can point a gun at others. My identity has changed all of a sudden. I feel naturally very different, as if I have suddenly changed from the oppressed to the majestic and powerful one. Don’t worry about it. How proud. On the German side, the successive strange situations on the battlefield also aroused deep doubts in the German commander General Amni. He stood in the command post, looking through the telescope at the groups of people who seemed to be disorganized and without fighting ability, and his brows were furrowed together, and he was filled with confusion in his heart. Originally, he expected that this battle would be an extremely difficult one with elites from both sides fighting fiercely. He had long been prepared for a protracted war and had even thought of various strategies to deal with difficult situations. But as a result, after ten days of fighting, we haven't seen any serious troops. They are almost all groups of ragtag groups. Now, the other side has recruited local indigenous people to launch an attack. In his opinion, this is simply asking these people to die in vain, and it has no practical effect at all. Even the rock-solid, well-trained elite troops of the German army, faced with this steady stream of enemies who had no power to fight back and just rushed forward blindly, felt in their hearts because they had shot too many such soldiers. Gradually a sense of boredom developed. That's right, I'm just tired. This kind of shooting feels no different from massacre. The opponent has no ability to resist, and they just rush up to die in batches. As time goes by, the soldiers will naturally feel a little uncomfortable in their hearts. , which is exactly what General Amni is worried about. He was afraid that if things continued like this, this negative emotion would spread in the army and affect the morale of the German soldiers. If morale was low, the battle would be more difficult to fight. "I don't know. It feels like the enemy doesn't want to take over the port too quickly, as if they are waiting for something." His subordinates also shook their heads with a confused expression, saying helplessly that they did not know what was behind the other party's series of puzzling actions. , what kind of intentions are hidden? The situation on this battlefield is really weird. "What are you waiting for?" General Amni repeated his subordinates' words thoughtfully, staring deeply at the battlefield, holding his chin in his hand, and fell into deep contemplation, trying to analyze the enemy's true purpose of doing this. What it was, but for a moment, he really couldn't figure it out. In this ever-changing and complicated war situation, the German army was really right this time. Cun Yunsheng was indeed waiting patiently for a critical opportunity, which was for the Allied forces to open a second battlefield and launch an attack on Europe. Time to counterattack. However, the German army was completely unaware of Cun Yunsheng's thoughts, or perhaps due to past experience and judgment of the current situation, they simply did not believe that the Allies would really launch a counterattack, so they failed to discern Cun Yunsheng's thoughts. The hidden meaning behind Yunsheng's move. "No matter what, let's find a way to repel them first." General Amni was in the command camp in Alexandria. His brows were furrowed tightly and his face was full of solemnity. After being silent for a while, he finally felt helpless. The ground shook his head and said so. At this moment, he looked at the enemy forces that were constantly coming on the battlefield. Although he had many doubts in his heart, he also knew that he had to take action now. No matter what, he had to repel the enemies in front of him first and stabilize his position. is a top priority. "Yes." When the subordinates heard the general's order, they hurriedly responded, and then quickly conveyed the order and started arranging various combat matters. The entire German camp became busy in an instant, and the soldiers were preparing to engage in a new round of battle. middle. At the same time, on the distant battlefield on the Eastern Front, Marshal Rommel was standing in a temporary command post, holding a telegram in his hand and scanning the contents back and forth. After reading it, he couldn't help but feel deeply He sighed. There was a trace of helplessness and anxiety in his eyes, and he was eager to return to Alexandria immediately. After all, the battle there also affected the direction of the entire war and was of great significance to the German army. However, the actual situation made it impossible for him to go there alone. On the Eastern Front battlefield, the offensive launched by the Soviet army was fierce and extremely powerful, like a raging torrent, unstoppable. They launched attacks one after another. Under the fierce artillery fire and charges, they had successively recovered a lot of lost ground that had been occupied by the German army. The German army was beaten to the point where it was unable to fight back and could only retreat steadily. , the originally solid defense line now became shaky. The force led by Marshal Rommel has become the key to victory or defeat on the current Eastern Front battlefield. If they can successfully capture the important strategic location of Baku, it will be tantamount to seeing the dawn of victory for the entire German army on the Eastern Front. It is very likely that they can use this opportunity to reverse the current unfavorable war situation and turn defeat into victory. . But everything has two sides. Once they lose this crucial battle, the consequences will be unimaginable. The German army will probably collapse across the board and fall into a desperate situation. If they want to save the situation at that time, it will be very difficult. It would be as difficult as climbing to heaven. Therefore, the pressure on Marshal Rommel's shoulders now is extremely heavy, as if he is bearing a huge burden, making him somewhat breathless. On the one hand, he was concerned about the development of the situation on the North African battlefield, and on the other hand, he had to devote himself to dealing with the imminent battle situation on the Eastern Front battlefield. The battlefields on both sides made him uneasy. In fact, he really hopes that he can command the battles on both sides at the same time, but people's energy is limited after all. In addition, he has been suffering from stomach problems for a long time and his body is getting worse. This makes it even more difficult for his limited energy to support him. Go and take care of the war on both sides.

"Marshal, I'm afraid if we want to tear apart the Soviet position in front of us, we have to go up on our own." The subordinates looked at Marshal Rommel's slightly haggard and worried face, hesitated for a moment, and finally plucked up the courage to remind him. 6◇9◇Book◇Bar He knew very well that the current situation no longer allowed them to hesitate or retreat at all. They had to take the initiative and rely on their own strength to find a way to break through the Soviet positions. Only then could they find a way out of this difficult battle. A glimmer of hope, otherwise, the only path waiting for them would be failure. "Well, are those Persian troops still not good?" Marshal Rommel stood in the command post on the Eastern Front battlefield, with a stern face and a trace of scrutiny in his eyes as he asked his subordinates expressionlessly. He originally had some hope for the Persian army, thinking that even if it could not become the key force to reverse the situation of the war, it could still play some role. However, judging from the previous performance, it seemed that the situation was not optimistic. "No, the combat effectiveness is too weak, even if it has beautiful weapons and equipment." The subordinates shook their heads helplessly, with disappointment on their faces. When talking about the situation of the Persian army, they couldn't help but sigh. In his opinion, the Persian army had good equipment, but when it came to fighting, it was completely disorganized, disorganized, and morale was not high. It could not withstand the Soviet offensive on the battlefield. It always breaks down at the first touch, which is really a headache. "Turkish army?" Marshal Rommel frowned slightly and asked again. He was thinking that if the Turkish army could be more reliable, they might be able to use their strength to change the current unfavorable situation. After all, more strength means more chance of victory. "After they got the benefits they wanted, they had no intention of going north. I suspect they want to withdraw." After hearing the marshal's question, the subordinates were silent for a moment, then gritted their teeth, and said truthfully. He knew that the news was not good, and that the attitude of the Turkish army had a great impact on the current war situation, but that was the fact. After receiving the benefits, the Turkish army began to become passive and sabotage. It seemed that they did not want to continue participating in the march north. The battle plan came. "Quit?" Marshal Rommel sneered, and a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes, as if to say that this was simply a fantasy. Thinking in my heart, they have already received so many benefits, and now they are still thinking about walking away. What a joke, how can it be so cheap? They are still expected to contribute to the current war. If If they really leave, the situation will be even more difficult to recover. (End of chapter)