Imperial Overlord
: One hundred and forty-six Do you need fewer people to win a war
"Pfft... What did you say? Say it again?" Mussolini spat out all the French red wine he had drunk in his mouth. 【Full text reading】
His favorite thing to do lately is to drink to relieve his worries, because the useless Marshal Graziani's combat operation in North Africa failed, and the so-called Mediterranean lagoon he had high hopes for became a bubble.
Regardless of whether the Axis Powers will control the Mediterranean Sea in the future, this inner lake that should belong to Italy in his heart will be covered with the shadow of the Iron Cross.
Not only did the Germans score a nail in the Mediterranean in Malta, they also got a big piece of the pie in Libya.
Now... his attempt to control the Suez Canal has failed, so what is left of the Mediterranean? Only God has come.
What frightened him even more was that the defeat of the Italian 10th Army was not a defeat like the loss of 1,800 men, but the entire annihilation by the British.
Such a fiasco not only made Italy's attempt to control the Suez Canal a complete failure, but also shook Italy's foundation in Libya!
Libya at this time is not the barren land in history, but Libya that has just discovered a large oil field and has almost become the second energy base of the Axis powers!
To be honest, even if Li Le were to be elected, Li Le would rather lose the Balkans than Libya—of course, Li Le would rather lose neither...
With the defeat of the Italian 10th Army, Mussolini felt that his end was almost at hand.
Throwing away the kingdom's colonies and throwing the newly acquired Libyan oil fields to the enemy helped Churchill when the British needed victory most.
In order to give his army time to fight Egypt, he also deliberately delayed the transport of German armored troops.
At this time, it is too late to say anything... The German allies are beyond their reach, and it is more realistic to count on Graziani's troops to reinvigorate.
So, these days, Mussolini liked to drink, and every time his opponents reported the results of the war in North Africa, he was furious.
But this time, his men hurried to his office and reported to him a piece of news that Mussolini couldn't believe.
Seeing the unbelievable expression on his immediate superior's face, the Italian army officer had to repeat the words: "Leader... The Germans launched a counterattack in North Africa and solved the siege of Berdi..."
"You...you say it again!" Mussolini, who had heard the report twice, still couldn't believe his ears, and asked again.
If it was another stupid X, this Italian officer would definitely think that the other party was playing tricks on him. At this time, he had already rounded his arm and gave the other party a big slap in the face.
However, now that the person who made him repeat the report again and again is the Italian leader Mussolini, the temper of the officer is infinitely close to zero.
With patience, he repeated what he had just said: "The Germans launched a counterattack in North Africa and relieved the siege of Beldi."
Mussolini frowned, then stood up, swayed, and said to himself drunkenly: "The Germans? The Germans have so many troops in North Africa? When did they ship them?"
When he was defeated in North Africa, it was not that Mussolini did not think of looking for Germans to save his defeated troops, but he himself knew where the main force of the German armored division was.
It can be said that the other party is still in southern Italy, and a large part of the reason is the result of deliberate delay by Mussolini instructing the Italian transport fleet.
A typical stupid process of digging a hole and jumping into it, and then burying himself - even if Mussolini wanted to get angry, he couldn't find someone to vent.
Everything in front of him belongs to his own zuo. To use a modern catchphrase, it is no~zuo, no~die—it has nothing to do with others.
"Uh... Leader, in fact, the troops that the Germans launched a counterattack were not many..." The Italian officer had to explain.
"Not much? To be able to pull back the defeat and defeat the British, at least 20,000 people, right?" Mussolini thought he still had the commanding talent, and stretched out his finger to estimate Rommel's strength.
"Actually...the great leader...the Germans' strength is only over 3,000." The Italian officer shyly poured cold water on the conceited Italian dictator.
After Mussolini heard this answer, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the officer who poured cold water.
He didn't understand why the Germans who dispatched 3,000 troops to an opponent that the Italian army couldn't defeat with 200,000 troops inexplicably won the battle...
At this moment, his brain seemed to have a tendency to freeze due to insufficient memory. The dictator, who had been thinking about revitalizing Italy, couldn't understand why things turned out like this.
Looking at each other, he stretched out his hand and pointed to each other, and then Mussolini was stunned, he didn't know what to say.
After a long reboot and loading into the system, his under-capacity brain finally returned to working order after a minute.
"Why?" He couldn't understand. Could it be that in this strange place in North Africa, whoever has fewer troops has a higher probability of winning?
200,000 Italian troops could not beat the British army of less than 50,000; then the British who defeated the Italian army were chased back to Egypt by 3,000 Germans...
Next time, when you attack by yourself, is it better to let the commander lead only 500 people, maybe you can hit Egypt in one go!
"The Germans...are they really that good at fighting?" Mussolini looked at his subordinates and asked a question whose answer was already obvious in his heart.
"Commander... The commander of Germany, what's your name?" Mussolini, who was confused, finally asked a question for a long time, which made him very interested, or rather concerned about it.
"General Erwin Rommel! He was the first born guard captain of the German Yuan, and he performed well in the French campaign." The Italian officer replied.
"Rommel... Rommel... amazing!" After whispering Rommel's name twice, Mussolini gave his own evaluation of the German commander.
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"Great!" At this moment, on the coastal road along the Egyptian border, Lieutenant General O'Connor, gasping for breath, was dragged to the roadbed on the other side of the road by his adjutant, and sighed more sincerely than Mussolini.
He really felt that the opponent's counterattack was too powerful. Compared with the British counterattack against Italy, he didn't know how much stronger it was in details.
Just the continuous assault and delicate tactical arrangement of this mixed force, he knew that the British troops under him could not do it.
Therefore, in the eyes of the British lieutenant general, losing to such an opponent is actually not wrong.
What's more, the ammunition truck that was hit by the shell just now was still burning and exploding, and the thick smoke blocked the view on the other side of the road, making him unable to see his troops on the other side at all.
But through the thick smoke, he heard the piercing roar of machine guns, and saw tracer bullets flying across the road from time to time.
From these details, he could easily tell that the battle on the other side was so intense that it was suffocating. And his troops, at this moment, are the side that was attacked and slaughtered.
The screams and the shouts of surrender came one after another, and the British ** team had no mood to continue fighting at this time.
Unlike the kind of endless brutal fighting, the war in North Africa still carries some dried civilizations - at least as of now, surrender is commonplace here.
You see, 200,000 Italian troops surrendered to Britain without pressure; likewise, the British had no problem with the Germans handing over their weapons.
"Have you contacted Admiral Wavell?" Lieutenant General O'Connor, who had recovered somewhat, leaned behind a car that had been ignored and asked the officer beside him.
Originally this car was used to transport soldiers, and now the soldiers' luggage on it is still there, but the soldiers and weapons are gone.
God knows whether the soldiers went to resist the German tanks, or had already fled along the road.
Of course, O'Connor didn't have the time or the mood to pursue these matters - his own car was still on the road, and he was also a member of the army who abandoned the car and fled.
"Sir! Can't get in touch! We can't find the general, you have to find a way!" The adjutant knelt down in front of O'Connor and shouted loudly.
The scene is chaotic now, and it is the time when one person is needed to preside over the overall situation, but O'Connor can't even find his own radio station and chief of staff, so how can he command the troops.
At this moment, a yellow-painted No. 3 tank rushed out of the billowing smoke from the burning of the ammunition truck.
It seems to be a huge monster~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The slender barrel and hard armor of this tank broke through the darkness formed by the smoke and dust at once.
The directional machine gun in front of the car body sprayed dazzling flames, and it didn't pay attention to the bullets fired by the surrounding British soldiers, so it lay across the road.
"Damn it!" Being so close to the opponent's tank, Lieutenant General O'Connor's adjutant was frightened, and he pulled out his pistol at once, not knowing what to do next.
If the enemy is a soldier, he can aim and shoot at this time, but the opponent is a tank, what should he call him?
He can hit that arrogant enemy tank without aiming, the question is - does it work?
"Don't care! Fight with them!" The British police officer was brave, gritted his teeth and raised the useless pistol in his hand.
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