"Poof...... What did you say? Say it again? Mussolini squirted out all the French wine he had drunk. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His favorite thing to do lately was to drink to kill his sorrows, because the unworthy Marshal Graziani's combat operations in North Africa had failed, and the so-called Mediterranean inland lakes on which he had high hopes came to naught.

Regardless of whether the Axis powers would control the Mediterranean in the future, this inland lake, which should have belonged to Italy in his heart, would be covered with the haze of the Iron Cross.

The Germans didn't just hit a nail in the Mediterranean Sea in Malta, they also took a big slice of the pie in Libya.

Right now...... His attempt to control the Suez Canal failed, so what was left of the Mediterranean? Only God until.

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 annihilation of the entire British.

Such a fiasco not only made Italy's attempt to control the Suez Canal completely unsuccessful, but also shook Italy's foundations in Libya!

Libya at this time is not the barren Libya in history, but Libya, which has just discovered large oil fields and has almost become the second energy base of the Axis powers!

To tell the truth, even if Li Le was 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 sensed that his end was almost near.

Losing the kingdom's colonies and handing out the newly acquired Libyan oil fields to the enemy, he helped Churchill when the British needed victory the most.

In order to give his army time to fight Egypt on his own, he also deliberately delayed the transportation of German armored units.

By this time, it was too late to say anything...... The German allies were beyond the reach of the whip, and it was more realistic to expect Graziani's troops to be reinvigorated than for him to pray for the apparition of God by Mussolini.

So, in recent days, Mussolini has become fond of drinking, and every time he reports to his subordinates about the results of the war in North Africa, he is furious.

This time, however, his men hurried into his office and reported to him a piece of news that Mussolini had not believed.

Seeing the incredulous expression on the face of his immediate superior, the Italian army officer had no choice but to say it again: "Leader...... The Germans launched a counterattack in North Africa and relieved the siege of Baierdi......"

"You...... You repeat! Mussolini, who had already listened to the report twice, still couldn't believe his ears, and asked again.

If it was replaced by another stupid X, the Italian officer definitely thought that the other party was playing tricks on himself, and at this time he had already rounded his arm and given the other party a big slap.

However, now the person who asked him to repeat the report again and again was the Italian leader Mussolini, and the officer's temper was 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 Bairdi. ”

Mussolini frowned, then stood up, shook a little, and drunkenly muttered to himself: "Germans? The Germans had so many troops in North Africa? When did they ship over? ”

At the time of the defeat in North Africa, Mussolini did not think about looking for the Germans to save his defeated troops, but he himself knew where the main forces of the German armored divisions were.

It can be said that the other side is still in southern Italy, and a large part of the reason is the result of Mussolini's deliberate delay in instructing the Italian transport fleet.

A typical self-digging pit and jumping into it, and then burying oneself in one's own stupidity - Mussolini couldn't find someone to vent to, even if he wanted to go berserk.

Everything in front of him is his own, to paraphrase a modern buzzword, no~zuo, no~die - it has nothing to do with anyone else.

"Uh...... Leader, in fact, the troops in which the Germans launched a counterattack are not many......" the Italian officer had to explain.

"Not much? If you can get back the defeat and defeat the British, you will need 20,000 people, to say the least, right? Mussolini, believing that he still had a talent for command, stretched out his finger to estimate Rommel's strength.

"Actually...... Great Leader...... The Germans had just over 3,000 troops. The Italian officer embarrassedly poured cold water on the conceited Italian dictator.

When Mussolini heard this answer, his eyes suddenly widened and he looked at the officer who had poured cold water on him.

He didn't understand why the 200,000 Italian troops couldn't beat the opponent, so the Germans sent 3,000 men and inexplicably won......

At this moment, his brain seemed to have a tendency to crash due to lack of memory, and the dictator, who had always been concerned about reviving Italy, couldn't understand why things were the way they were.

Looking at each other, he stretched out his hand and pointed at each other, and then Mussolini was stunned, he didn't know what to say.

After a long reboot and loading into the system, his insufficiently charged brain was finally back in working order after a minute.

"Why?" He couldn't figure out if it was a strange place in North Africa where the fewer troops there were, the greater the probability of victory.

The 200,000 Italian troops could not defeat the British army of less than 50,000; Then the British, who defeated the Italian army, were chased back to Egypt by 3000 Germans......

Then next time, when you attack yourself, wouldn't it be better to let the commander only bring 500 people, maybe you can hit Egypt in one go!

"Germans...... Is it really so good to fight? Mussolini looked at his men and was shocked to ask such a question with an obvious answer.

"Commander...... The commander of Germany, what is the name? Mussolini, who was confused, finally asked a question that interested him very much, or rather cared about very much.

"General Erwin Rommel! He was the captain of the German Guard and distinguished himself in the French campaign. The Italian officer replied.

Rommel ...... Rommel ...... Terrible! Repeated Rommel's name twice, Mussolini gave his own assessment of the German commander.

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"Awesome!" At this moment, on the coastal road on the Egyptian border, dragged by the adjutant to the roadbed on the other side of the road, Lieutenant General O'Connor, panting, let out a more sincere sigh than Mussolini.

He really felt that the opponent's counterattack was too powerful, compared to the British counterattack against Italy, I don't know how much stronger in details.

Just this kind of continuous assault and delicate tactical arrangement of mixed troops, he knew that the British troops under his command could not do it.

Therefore, in the eyes of him, a British lieutenant general, it is not unjust to lose to such an opponent.

What's more, the ammunition truck that was hit by the shell just now is still burning and exploding, and the smoke obscures the view from the other end of the road, so that he can't see his own troops on the other side at all.

But through the smoke, he heard the heart-rending roar of a machine gun, 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 fierce to the point of suffocation. And his troops, at this moment, are the one who is attacked and slaughtered.

Screams and cries of surrender came one after another, and the British army was in no mood to continue fighting at this time.

Unlike the never-ending brutality, the wars in North Africa have brought with them some dried civilizations - at least for now, surrender is the order of the day.

You see, there was no pressure when 200,000 Italian troops surrendered to the British; In the same way, the British were not upset about the surrender of weapons by the Germans.

"Have you contacted Admiral Wavell?" Lieutenant General O'Connor, who had come to his senses somewhat, leaned behind a car that no one had paid attention to, and asked the officer beside him.

Originally, the 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 these soldiers went to resist the German tanks or had already fled along the road.

Of course, O'Connor didn't have the time or mood to pursue these things—his own car was still on the road, and he himself was part of the army that abandoned it and fled.

"Sir! Can't get in touch! We can't find a general, you have to figure it out! The adjutant fell on one knee in front of O'Connor and shouted.

Now the scene is chaotic, and it is the time when someone is needed to preside over the overall situation, but O'Connor can't even find his own radio station and chief of staff, how can he command the troops.

At this moment, in the midst of the billowing smoke and dust from the burning of the ammunition truck, a yellow-painted No. 3 tank rushed out.

As if it were a giant monster, the tank's slender barrel and hard armor suddenly broke through the darkness created by the smoke and dust.

The heading machine gun in front of the hull spewed dazzling tongues of fire, not paying attention to the bullets fired by the surrounding British soldiers, and just like that, it was lying across the road.

"Hell!" Being so close to the opposing tanks frightened Lieutenant General O'Connor's adjutant, who 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, how is this called?

He didn't have to aim to hit that arrogant enemy tank, and the question was - would it work?

"No matter! Fight with them! The British officer was brave, gritting his teeth and raising the useless pistol in his hand.

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