"In view of what was stated in the previous report, it is hoped that the command will consider increasing the number of Class A products in the next replenishment, and I personally suggest that a part of the food quota can be squeezed out, in fact, there is no shortage of food here, what is lacking here is advanced weapons, professional training and discipline."

Colt. Lieutenant Bart typed the last letter of the report and sat there in silence for a moment, then released the typewriter's reel and pulled out the manuscript paper. After reading through it and seeing that nothing was missing, Bart folded the report and stuffed it into a special vellum envelope.

The lieutenant carefully melted a piece of fire paint, scalded a seal on the edge of the seal, and then took off the ring on the middle finger of his left hand and put a personal mark on the seal.

This report, along with the reports of several other observers, is sent to Ioannina (also marked as Ionyana, which is actually a place) by light liaison planes that take off and land every night, and then from the communications center there to the observers' respective units and departments, according to different levels and types, and in order to prevent confusion that may be caused by overlapping or contradictory information, it is also handed over to professional intelligence analysts for preliminary screening and review before being sent.

It may seem like a complicated process, but in fact it can improve the efficiency of many tasks, and it is equivalent to opening a dedicated channel to bypass the miscalculations and delays that can be caused by the bureaucratic system, and avoid many unnecessary losses.

The stupidity of the German bureaucracy should never be underestimated, and Barthes was fortunate that he did not have to wait for the painful lessons of his colleagues to grasp this, because most of his family members served in the bureaucracy, and he had seen it since he was a child.

Lieutenant Bart put the envelope into the map bag, carried the small typewriter into the suitcase, tightened the straps and snapped the locks. This little typewriter was a gift from Barth's father on his eighteenth birthday, and it was the second most precious treasure in the heart of the German lieutenant, second only to the Knight's Cross that was tied around his neckline, and he carried it with him whenever the situation allowed for any task, and used it to record all the memorable things he saw and heard.

There was a knock on the door outside, and the German lieutenant hurriedly lifted the military blanket on the bed and covered the materials and personal belongings scattered on the bed.

"Please come in." Bart straightened his collar and replied loudly.

"Hey, Bart, I knew you hadn't rested yet." Another Army officer in the observation group, Eugene Brown. Lieutenant Webb pushed open the door, holding a tray of food in one hand and a bottle of local ouzo in the other.

"Come in, Webb, I've just finished writing today's report." Bart gathered the clutter on the table into a pile and carried it to the side of the camp bed.

"You are such a serious and responsible fellow, and the staff should give you a medal for this." Webber put the food and wine on the table and placed the tray on the windowsill to the side.

"Your job done?" Bart handed a military aluminum cup to his colleague.

"It's not an interrogation at all, and to be honest the whole thing makes me sick, and now I just want to get myself drunk and completely forget about what I just saw." Lieutenant Webb took off his combat cap and placed it close to him, the silver edelweiss badge on one side of the brim glistening under the kerosene lamp.

"It's not so much that the interrogation is over, it's that they're tired of this dirty game, and you're there during the day and you've seen it with your own eyes. Let me tell you, compared to what has just happened, what happened to those Italian captives during the day is not worth mentioning at all. You know what I've been thinking all along? If we are going to fight these people, we must not let ourselves fall into their hands alive. In other words, I would rather commit suicide than surrender to these people, at least I can die with more dignity. ”

Bart knew that Webb was clearly provoked by something, otherwise it was hard to imagine that the brave mountain infantryman would say such a thing.

Webb poured half a glass of ouzo into the large aluminum glass, then raised his head and took two sips, and put down the glass with a big burp.

"No, these people don't even spare the corpse, they cut off the genitals of the poor Italian corporal and stuffed it in the corpse's mouth, and these guys think it's funny." Webb reached for the bottle and poured another half glass of ouzo.

"I know you're disgusted by this kind of thing, but you have to be clear that they're not Germans, they're not even regular soldiers, they're just ordinary civilians with weapons, and many of them have never left the land since they were born, and they're just following the traditions left by their ancestors and punishing thieves who invade their homes, so you can't measure the behavior of these people by our standards." Bart snatched the bottle from Webb's hand and comforted the upright compatriot.

From the very beginning, the German Führer had no intention of directly using force to support Greece, and in his opinion Greece had little value to save at all, this was not the Greek city-state that created the Mediterranean civilization, and even the human race had already changed. If he wasn't ready to solve the hidden danger of Italy at one time, Xu Jun could have hung this matter high and watched a good show with his hands crossed on the side. Because according to the original historical development, if there were no other powers intervening in this war, these two weak chickens would be able to fight each other until they grew old.

Historically, the British intervened, not only giving Greece a large number of weapons and ammunition, but also providing the most important air support, even if the British Royal Air Force deployed all second-rate troops in the Mediterranean theater, it was enough to defeat Italy's third-rate air force.

Although the British had now been defeated, the air force units he had originally deployed in Greece had not been withdrawn from those air bases, but not only that, these troops had been reinforced and replenished, and from the moment they received the information from the German side, the British Royal Air Force was ready to fulfill their previous promise, and the Greek sky would be guarded by the British.

The RAF had a large pile of Spitfires and Hurricanes to repair in its own repair yards, and the tough technicians cobbled together scrapped parts to make them put together a fighter wing, a Spitfire squadron and two Hurricane squadrons, a full seventy-two fighters, which were safely delivered to Greek ports just a week before the Italian invasion of Greece.

At the same time, a large number of infantry weapons and equipment were delivered, because the Greek army had a chaotic source of weapons, and the Germans searched all the old arsenals in the control area, and they were surprised to find a large number of guns and ammunition suitable for the Greeks.

Historically, the British had also been troubled by this problem, they could not get the ammunition for the Manlicia rifle, and they could not have opened a special production line for the Greeks. Unexpectedly, in the end, this problem was solved by the Italians, the Italian African Army died in North Africa, and was violently beaten by the British, who seized a large number of Italian Manlicia-Carcano rifles and their 6.5 mm bullets, although the Italian cartridge casings were two mm shorter than the Greek Manlicia-Schönau El bullets, but it did not affect normal use at all.

Now that history has changed, the Italian field group is honestly squatting in Libya and has not dared to move, and the British cannot find the opportunity to capture it now.

Now that the Germans are on the side of Greece, the problem is easier for him, and the Austrian production plant is now in German hands, and the old ammunition stockpiled in the arsenals everywhere is enough for the Greeks to squander for a year or two.

In addition to supporting weapons and ammunition, Germany also sent a group of military observers to the Greeks, in addition to military advisers, who would teach the Greeks how to fight a real modern war.

The Greeks were very fond of the Germans, because the trade with Germany was very close before, and there were many industrial products with the German label on the Greek market, especially after the war, the Deutsche Mark became stronger than the pound here.

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