"So did you finally ask for something new?"

Bart put the bottle on the corner of the table as he spoke, and then moved the plate containing the meat to Weber, the Greek ouzo was generally above forty-five degrees, much stronger than the French dessert wine.

"The 47th Infantry Regiment under the [Filana] Infantry Division, judging by their marching route, the target of the 23rd Infantry Division is Ioannina. They wanted to open a passage to the plains of eastern Greece. The terrain on the northern border was not conducive to their troops spreading out on both flanks, and if the Italians were allowed to jump out of this mountainous area, it would be difficult for the Greek defenders to intercept the armored Italians in the wide plains. "When it comes to military matters, Lieutenant Webb's mood begins to improve, he is a professional officer with a high level of professionalism and regards his career as his life.

"There is only one road from the border to Ioannina, and they can't go any other way, otherwise they won't be able to keep the supply lines open, and the mountain roads here are generally not suitable for mechanized vehicles." Bart twisted a piece of bacon with his fingers, comparing it to the steepness of the mountains and rivers.

"So their line was so long that [Filana's] two infantry regiments could not move together at all, and when I spoke with Ralph on the phone in the evening, they found that the forty-eighth infantry regiment had stopped its advance and seemed to be showing signs of turning back. Do you know why? The Greek defenders blew up the bridges and roads that followed the mountain road, and the Italians did not assign sappers to the vanguard. At this point, Webb's face finally smiled.

"It's a real tragedy." Bart quietly moved the bottle back to its original position.

"Who's to say no, now they can only turn around and go back to the rear of the Forty-seventh Regiment, and then the whole sequence of advances will be disrupted. I've had this happen on the French front, and it's a farce, where a large number of troops are crammed into a narrow road and can't move, and if you get an air raid, you can only watch yourself blown up into the sky. ”

"The commander in charge should be severely punished for this," Bart took a sip of wine, this thing was really strong.

"As far as I know, the lieutenant colonel was killed in the ensuing battle, so no one is going to pursue it anymore."

"Maybe it's a good thing for him, to the lieutenant colonel, by the way, what's his name?"

"Ryder or Red, I don't remember exactly, my mountain platoon happened to pass by there, and the chaotic scene at that time was really tsk-tut-tut," Webb shook his head and smacked his tongue.

"Well, to the unknown lieutenant colonel." Bart poured another half a glass of wine, and it was really delicious.

"These Italian soldiers were completely unaware of the strategic intentions of their superiors, but they naively believed that Italy would be victorious, and they really did not know where they got this confidence. This is the map that the sergeant was carrying, and I was going to show it to you. Webb pulled out a folded map from the pocket of his military uniform hanging from the back of his chair and placed it on the table.

"Wait a minute." Bart stood up and walked over to his marching bed, lifted the blanket to reveal the information underneath, and pulled out a map drawn by the Greek military.

The two officers moved the food and wine to the edge of the table, then spread out the two maps on the table and checked them against each other.

The Italian Army is now going very well, the command of the 25th Army thinks so, although the attacking troops have encountered some "minor troubles", but in the face of the powerful Italian Army, these are not problems at all, this is only a small murmur in the course of this great battle, the last struggle and wail of the Greeks before they die.

The leader is watching the war, he is expecting a great victory, and he will not tolerate any "bad news". Pesca the commander of the 25th Army also pinned his personal ambitions in this war, and he wanted to rely on his military exploits to enter the command core of Rome, so he would deliberately ignore all information that was unfavorable to the war.

The continuous autumn rains made the already poor road system even more impassable, the Greeks had no armored troops, so the standard of the roads was relatively low, and the area near the border was a large area of hills and mountains, resulting in the Italian army's mechanized equipment and baggage vehicles being stranded on narrow mountain roads and muddy roads, and in order to accomplish the goals set by the headquarters, the troops who were in a hurry had to choose to abandon these burdens on both sides of the road.

The Filana Infantry Division, which had rushed to the front, had all been reduced back to pure infantry, carrying only two days' worth of supplies and a small amount of ammunition, and the artillery unit was left with only one light 65mm mountain artillery battery to operate together.

But the command of the Italian Army Group continued to be blindly optimistic, or rather the arrogance of the Italians and the usual contempt for the Greeks, which made it ignore the possibility of danger.

Judging from the map, the twenty-third [Filana] rushed to the front, and the forward pointed directly at Karpaki, an important town in northern Greece, followed by the 131st [Sagittarius] armored division, which claimed to have one hundred and sixty-three combat vehicles, in fact, only ninety of them were still in normal use, and with the current road conditions, I don't know how many will be able to keep up with the pace of [Filana] in the end.

The 51st [Siena] Infantry Division, this is a standard infantry division of 9,200 men, the equipment level is similar to that of [Filana], and at the same time, the soldiers of [Siena] are also a group of rookies with no combat experience, and they are now being blocked by [Sagittarius] on the road.

Unlike in history, the 41st [Florence] Infantry Division had already arrived in Albania at this time, and this unit had participated in Alpine operations, retained a group of veterans, and had some experience in mountain warfare. It's just that at the moment the morale of this infantry division is somewhat poor, because for four months of continuous combat missions, the troops are full of war-weariness and complaints about someone in Rome. It is said that the 33rd [Aquila] Infantry Division is also on its way to the front, this is also an infantry division with combat experience, although it was beaten badly by the French, but it cannot be denied that they did participate in the actual battle.

Due to the bad weather conditions, all the Italian air force units that had been prepared were on standby at the ground airfield, and although the brave Italian pilots kept appealing to their superiors, the command refused to send any flying units in such weather conditions. Even if a reconnaissance plane is dispatched in this kind of weather, it is impossible to gain anything in the vast mountains, but on the contrary, it may cause unnecessary accident losses because of the unfamiliarity with the flight environment.

Until now, the Italian military has been ignorant of Greece's military deployments. Judging from some of the reports of sporadic firefights, the Greeks seemed to have abandoned their border defenses, and that some of the stubborn border garrisons were completely vulnerable to Italian fire, and that nothing could stop the Italian army in the eyes of the officers.

The plan drawn up by the Roman high command was so crude that even Mussolini himself could not tell where the army would eventually stop advancing, and he knew that with the current Italian forces, it was impossible to occupy all of Greece.

Mussolini wanted a German-style victory, with great force to force the Greeks to sign a surrender agreement with Italy. The leader was so envious of the blonde boy's success that he dreamed of replicating it in himself.

"Look at this place, they can only choose the village of Basil, whether the villagers resist or not, the Italians will find a way to occupy it. This was the last node between Visani and Lemnia, and they would have to build a depot here if they were to maintain this supply line. These Italians would never have imagined that if they continued five kilometers further south, they would run headlong into the Kalmas River Defence. Bart used a red pencil to mark the location of the village on the map.

"Speaking of which, we're a little less safe here." Webb licked his grease-stained fingers, then pointed to their location on the map, drawing a line between them and the village of Basir, where the ambush had erupted.

"The distance in a straight line is only 1,200 meters, and there is only a ridge between the two villages, and there is a real danger of being detected by the Italians. But you see, the Italian map doesn't show the village, which means they didn't know it existed. ”

"Mountain road, they will search the surrounding area along the mountain road, if it is me, I will definitely arrange it."

"Do you think the Italians would be so industrious, Eugene?"

"It's hard to talk about this, we can't pin our security on the enemy's slackness."

"You're right, so we can set up ambushes on several surrounding mountain roads, dig traps, and lay mines to make them think that there is a small Greek guerrilla force operating nearby. When the battle ahead, they will have no time to take care of us. Bart said triumphantly, then took a big sip from his cup.

"Then let the non-combatants move first, and let the women and children take refuge in the mountains to the east for a while."

"We also need more mines and ammunition, it's better for them to send a commando team over. If the battle starts, the role of this station will become extremely important, if we can put an end to it. ”

"The supply of Italian troops fighting on the front line of the Carmas River would be cut off if the Greeks took the opportunity to attack."

"It's going to be a brilliant victory." Bart slammed the cup on the table.

"Well, would you be interested in taking this with me, Mr. Webb." Bart raised his chin at Webb.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Bart." Webb bowed his head to his chest and gave a court salute to Barth.

The two German officers looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing together.

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