"Boss, your pot meat is really good this time."

The two bottles were eaten for a long time, Dunant and Qian Deneng chatted for a long, long time, the content ranged from the world to the market business, and in the end, Qian De was satisfied to eat the last piece of back to the pot meat, and couldn't help but praise loudly.

'Hui Guo Pork' is a traditional dish in Sichuan.

The back pot meat in front of him is full of color, flavor, and taste, and the taste is very delicious, coupled with the joy of reuniting with old friends, Qian Deneng couldn't help but eat an extra bowl of rice.

As for the other dishes, he was very satisfied.

Not only is it delicious, but also the ingredients are exquisite, the dishes are fresh, the cleaning is very clean, and the price is very reasonable.

What surprised him the most was that the chef had made a lot of innovations in many dishes.

In this foreign country, it is rare to see such a serious chef.

"Thanks for the compliment."

In this remote South American city, seeing the Chinese, and still a fellow countryman, and being praised by the fellow countryman, the chef who is also the boss is also very happy, he handed over a cigarette, and his tone was heroic:

"This meal, I'm invited!"

"Haha, then you're welcome."

Chand's generosity was receptive.

Although this hotel has been renovated and renovated, it is a fusion of domestic and local architectural styles, which can be seen by the decorator's intentions, but it can also be seen that this is an elderly house, and because of the lack of money, there is no choice but to compromise.

Obviously, the boss is a small business.

Even if they drank a bottle of good wine imported from China, which seemed to be very profitable, he knew very well the cost of this thing, and with the price of this restaurant, the owner of the meal was losing money.

"What's the boss's last name?"

Chand could look at the boss.

His task this time is to be an investor, on behalf of the base area, in the form of investment and shareholding, without participating in management but supervision, to support Chinese traders, and help Chinese people to stand firm and take root in the world.

Although there is a lot of money in hand, it is not available to everyone.

"Don't be surnamed Kang!"

The boss replied.

"Everyone calls him Master Kong."

Dunant on the side said.

"Need to invest?"

Chandneng asked.

"Investment?"

Boss Kang was stunned.

"Yes."

Qian Deneng smiled slightly:

"I will pay for it, you will contribute technology, and we will become bigger and stronger together and become a world-class catering giant."

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December 12th.

"This is the greatest victory of the Empire."

Outside Mosco City, hearing the news from the front-line troops, the mustache was instantly overjoyed, and couldn't help waving his right hand, full of spirit:

"What this means..."

A group of generals around him, including the marshals of Guderian and others, also smiled.

finally

finally

finally

They finally took the palace.

Although the troops had not yet captured all of Mosco at this time, with the most difficult fortress conquered, it was not far off, and in another three or five days, when the troops had cleared the remnants of the enemy, they would be able to parade in that square.

The tracks of the Empire's newest No. 4, No. 5, King Tiger tanks will run over that square.

"It's a great victory."

Even a group of old foxes couldn't help but be overjoyed at this time.

Although in their opinion, the battle was simply terrible, the Führer's command level did not improve at all, and Paulus still stayed in the enemy prisoner of war camp, but this time, Germany was different.

Sufficient logistics, sufficient troops, strong morale.

Even with poor command, the war was won, and under their persuasion, the mobile forces launched an attack from both flanks.

After all, Mosco has long been surrounded by them, and the participating guerrillas have no ability to threaten the logistical supply lines at all, and any of their supply detachments is a fully mechanized unit, equipped with No. 4 tanks and high-horsepower off-road trucks, which are not at all harassed by the guerrillas.

And...

They also have to admit that if they are analyzed not only from a military point of view, but from a global point of view, there are some other gains in this war, which has a very bad level of command.

The most important of these,

It's the morale of the allies.

The complete, step-by-step, and complete capture of the city was a great encouragement to the allies, especially those on the Eastern Front, and the results were beyond imagination.

Recently, they have clearly felt that the morale of the Allied troops on the Eastern Front has become more and more vigorous, their combat effectiveness has become stronger and stronger, and even some elite units have been completely inferior to the first-line German troops.

"Of course."

The mustache's tone changed:

"The enemy is also tenacious, and we see our shortcomings in it."

Everyone looked at their boss in surprise.

Praise the enemy, and it's the Eastern Front, this is the first time since the start of the war.

"Hundreds of thousands of troops, under the condition of being heavily surrounded, lacking heavy fire support, lack of supplies, and the wounded not being treated, in the face of an attack with several times our strength and absolutely superior aircraft, tanks, and heavy artillery, they still held out for so long."

"It also caused us considerable casualties."

"As of today, the battle is basically over, and less than one-fifth of the people have surrendered."

"Even, most of these units are new units that have not been formed for a long time, and the soldiers generally lack combat experience."

"And we..."

The mustache looked around and raised his tone again:

"Can it be done?"

"We have the strongest reinforced concrete fortress, the strongest support firepower, the most complete logistics supply, and logistics support, even the recruits of our allies have undergone a minimum of three months of training."

"Can you do this in the face of enemy siege?"

"Can you shed the last drop of blood for the victory or defeat of the war?"

All the generals fell into deep thought.

Although this siege was fought in such a way, partly, no, it should be said that a large part of the reason was due to the boss's 'blind' command, they also had to admit that the enemy was indeed very tenacious.

Incredibly tenacious.

"So."

The mustache stated his purpose:

"We need to train the troops, especially the troops of the allies..."

Although hysteria often flares up, the mustache is not a fool either.

He was able to see the situation clearly.

He knew very well that even if he had warehouses, even if he had integrated the forces of the entire continent, it would be difficult to win the two hooligans of Britain and the United States without completely resolving the Eastern Front.

And even if the Eastern Front is won, it is difficult to say that it will be able to repel the Allied offensive.

Even if all the troops on the Eastern Front are transferred to the Western Front, the Allies still have an absolute superiority in troops, and the old human resources advantage of the United States is too great, and the weapons and equipment produced are completely sufficient.

Fortunately, the enemy also has an obvious weakness, that is, the casualty tolerance rate is very low.

As long as he defeats several enemy attacks in a row and inflicts heavy casualties on the enemy, then it is very likely that the United States will stop its offensive because of domestic pressure at home.

But it's hard.

The United States has already pressed all the way up, and for the size of their troops, two or three million casualties can easily be sustained, while among the allied forces, the Americans account for only about one-half.

That is, he needs to annihilate at least five million allied troops.

It's a hard thing to do.

Therefore, he needs more, better quality cannon fodder to consume the Americans' troops.

According to the proposal of one of his beloved two field marshals, the best way is to deploy tough, tenacious, morale-strong, and tenacious troops with the help of anti-aircraft towers, and hold out to the last man, greatly depleting the strength and morale of the Allied forces.

It's unrealistic to use pilot materiel to boost that set.

Grassroots soldiers are not elite pilots, and that huge number, even if there are warehouses, it is impossible to do it.

Besides, even if there were enough supplies, he didn't have enough people to boost morale one by one, so he needed to use some other method, a cheaper one.

This...

For Lao Xi, it is not difficult at all.

Especially now that you have money, vehicles, equipment, and supplies, it's even simpler.

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Cherbourg.

"General, Congress approved it."

A senior staff officer walked in, his tone of delight:

"Our battle plan, as well as our material needs, have all been approved by Congress."

"Approve all?"

"Good."

Old Maitou was overjoyed.

He demanded several times more weapons and ammunition for the assault, and many more aircraft were passed domestically, then, it was time to attack.

"Command the troops..."

Old Maitou was immediately ready to give an order.

Since the request for more weapons and ammunition for the offensive was not agreed to in the rear, he only attacked in small quantities during this time, testing the fire of the Germans at Caen and Rennes.

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West of Caen.

A certain Allied field airfield.

"Take off."

After receiving the attack order from the rear, the 24 attack planes hanging on the latest heavy ground-penetrating bombs slowly drove out of the temporary tarmac and slowly rose into the sky amid the roaring roar of the star engines.

At this time, thanks to foreign advanced technology, the old new A1 attack aircraft of the United States has been put into service, and it is equipped on a large scale, of course, at this time, the A-series naming rules have not been implemented, the abbreviation is AD1, and the engine at this time is not as powerful as the later model.

In the face of a single heavy ground-penetrating bomb weighing more than 1.5 tons, it is still a little difficult.

"God forbid."

In the lead attack aircraft, a pilot, a major officer, drew a cross on his chest and prayed earnestly for God to bless.

And on the side of his fighter plane, there are more than 30 tanks, 15 pillboxes, 15 anti-aircraft guns, and even two anti-aircraft towers.

Super Ace.

But at this time, this top ace is still praying to God over and over again.

Not at all confident in their flying skills.

It makes sense.

In all the battles of storming the German air defense towers, the attack aircraft carrying ground-penetrating bombs suffered the heaviest losses, and the terrifying anti-aircraft fire of the air defense towers was difficult for even jet fighters to penetrate, let alone attack aircraft carrying heavy bombs and clumsily like a goose turkey.

And they also have to dive to attack and provide enough speed for the ground-penetrating projectiles.

As a result, once hit, pilots rarely have a chance to parachute out, and even if they succeed, they may die in the terrible net of fire.

Under the wing of the attack aircraft, a large-caliber grenade also raised its barrel, several small Davy guns also began to be deployed, and tanks also began to start their engines.

When the attack aircraft was about to arrive around the air defense tower,

Boom...

Heavy shells shot up into the sky and smashed into the air defense towers in the distance.

meanwhile

A large number of aircraft were also taking off from the surrounding field airfields, preparing to intercept the German fighter groups and provide cover for attack aircraft to attack the air defense towers.

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December 12th.

Double Twelve.

Paris time, eight o'clock sharp.

In later generations, it was known as the world's largest, with the largest number of participants, the longest duration, the largest number of deaths, and the largest consumption of materials.

In the face of this battle,

In the last war, the so-called Verdun, the Battle of the Somme, in the face of this epic battle, was simply a younger brother.

Even if it adds up, it's not enough for a fraction.

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