Imperial Overlord

In Benghazi, the Italian garrison stationed on the edge of the city saw a lot of dust in the direction of Tripoli. 【Read the latest chapter】

"Do we have any reinforcements here today?" An Italian officer put down his binoculars and asked his men with a frown.

Originally, Benghazi, as an important port close to the front line, has always been a key city in Italy's efforts to build.

Now the materials here are piled up like a mountain, and many things that are transported to the front line have to be transited here.

Precisely because it is important, there is a garrison of 3,000 people here, a little more than Tobruk's.

Now, from the opposite direction of the front, an unidentified force was approaching, which, of course, suddenly caused the Italians to be nervous.

However, the tense atmosphere was quickly eliminated, because the opposite side obviously did not want to cause misunderstandings, so they sent their own liaison troops from a long distance.

Two cars rushed into the defensive positions of the local Italian defenders one after the other, and the cars were full of German officers.

The head of the officer's hat was covered in sand and dust, and it seemed that he hadn't had a good rest along the way.

As he stood up from his convertible, he patted the dust with his gloves, and his clothes were like a Tunisian rug, with what seemed to be an endless supply of sand and dirt.

"I'm Lieutenant General Erwin Rommel! Who is in charge here?" Rommel chased all the way, and soon arrived in Benghazi. His army was gathering outside the city, but the goods promised to him by the Führer didn't seem to be there yet. get here.

"General! This is the base of the Italian army. Although you are allies, it is best to keep a certain distance!" The Italian officer headed and replied with a smile.

He pointed to the anti-tank guns beside him: "We all aimed at you just now. Next time it may be blocked by sand and dust, you will not have such good luck!"

Rommel nodded. He had no time to waste words with these Italian officers. After all, he was now rushing to save the Italian 10th Army as planned.

He put his hand on the brim of his hat, and then replied, "I will pay attention to your proposal! Now, I want to tell you something serious!"

As he said, Rommel pointed to the Afrikaans troops that were getting closer and closer behind him, and said to the Italian officer in front of him: "We're going to make some supplements in Benghazi, and then go to Tobruk!"

"I'm afraid there is some difficulty! Your Excellency!" The Italian officer persuaded Rommel when he heard that Rommel was going to take so many people to Tobruk.

He pointed behind him, because he was facing Rommel's direction, so at this time he was facing the road to Tobruk: "There is a terrible congestion there."

In order to deliver enough supplies to the front line, the roads and railways are congested, and there are truck convoys and mules resting on the roadside everywhere.

This did cause congestion on the highway, and the British planes frequented them from time to time, but because of the constraints of the model, it did not cause much loss.

"Anyway, we are going to Tobruk, and, I want to know, there is a batch of our equipment here, have you received it?" Rommel asked with a smile.

A batch of German equipment from Italy did arrive in Benghazi a few hours ago. The Italian commanders have not yet figured out why these equipment and personnel were transported to Benghazi.

"Are those your supplies and supplies?" the Italian officer asked Rommel with an envious look on his face.

He saw at least 30 tanks being unloaded from the ship, and they had not been unloaded when they came out. There should be many tanks in the ship.

Accompanying these tanks were well-trained Germans, who were wearing the summer training uniforms of the Afrikaans Corps that had been prepared for a long time, and wearing summer hats like a group of archaeologists or tourists.

In addition to being a little curious about the things in front of them, they don't seem so unprofessional. It can be seen that they have received desert adaptation training and have good military qualities.

German tanks used a lot of welded armor, and used a more terrifying 50mm caliber long-barreled high-power artillery, which was much more powerful than the M11 used by the Italians.

Now is not the 43 years when tank technology was flooded. At that time, T-34s were everywhere, and there were tigers and leopards everywhere... Now, in the North African theater, the No. 3 improved type equipped by the German army can already be said to be a powerful tank. !

What's more, these tanks have also been modified, and the side skirts make them appear larger and more shocking to the Italians.

"It seems that my package has arrived!" Rommel said with a smile to the adjutant beside him.

His joke made the German officers in the car laugh, and Rommel handed his documents to the Italian officer: "I'm going to the port to pick up my cargo, don't you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind. To be honest, your tanks take up too much space!" The Italian officer glanced at the documents, then returned the book to Rommel, and arranged for an officer to lead the way in a car ahead and help the Germans get theirs back. supplies.

The pier was still in chaos. Ships loading and unloading various cargoes were floating on the sea, and many ammunition boxes were stacked together, which looked frightening.

German tanks were already lined up at the port, crowded with some Italian trucks loading and unloading supplies.

The German soldiers sitting in the tanks watched curiously as the Italians loaded food and ammunition into the cars, and some even pointed at the Italian anti-aircraft guns in the port.

Rommel's car, guided by Italian officers, saw his troops at the port. His car slowly stopped in front of his tank, and Rommel stood in the back of the car and watched the troops coming from afar.

Several seasick German soldiers squatted on the edge of the pier and vomited against the sea water, but a German officer led by them saw a car approaching his tank.

This car is really worn out. The doors of the car are full of yellow sand, and the windshield is not clean.

If I had to describe it, this car was the same model as what was dug out of the Terracotta Warriors pit of Qin Shihuang, and it was so gray that I couldn't see the original color at all.

The officers in the car did not have the neat and rigorous image of the German officers. The headed officer wore a scarf around his neck, his goggles hung around his neck and hung over the binoculars.

Even the usually dazzling, awe-inspiring three-point lieutenant general's epaulettes have now been covered up by a down-to-earth military overcoat—the most common double-breasted style, similar to that of the soldiers.

It would be hard to even associate this man with a German commander if it weren't for the filthy officer's big-brimmed hat on his head.

In the back row of the car, the lieutenant dressed as an officer sat next to him, which somewhat marked the identity of the down-and-out Afrika Korps commander, otherwise he would be no different from an ordinary German frontline lieutenant.

"Victory! Führer! It's nice to meet you, sir!" The commander of the German tank unit walked to Rommel's car and raised his arms in a salute.

Rommel didn't talk nonsense either, and threw his military ID card directly to the German armored commander in a decent uniform in front of him: "Let's hand it over!"

"Yes! Sir!" After glancing at the documents, the German officer returned the book to Rommel and replied, "I am under your command now! Sir!"

"Bring your people and set off with me!" Rommel was in a hurry and didn't want to talk nonsense, he said, "How many people and how many tanks did you bring?"

"Sir! Because we were lucky and caught up with a few large ships, more troops arrived." The officer stood beside Rommel's car and reported.

He pointed to the German tank vehicles behind him, waiting there: "A total of 50 No. 3 tanks were sent, as well as 4 armored vehicles and 10 trucks."

When Rommel heard this number, he was immediately overjoyed. What he has been worrying about is the lack of troops in his hands, unable to face the powerful British team.

Now his troops have almost doubled, and the number of No. 3 and No. 4 tanks has reached 85 tanks, enough for him to fight the British.

According to the establishment of the German army, these tanks are almost the establishment of two armored battalions. Counting auxiliary vehicles such as armored vehicles, there is no problem in forming an armored regiment.

"We need to supply fuel, food... and ammunition! Bring as many supplies to Tobruk as possible! As much as possible! Everyone has to carry more! Understand?" Rommel looked at the new troops, while giving orders.

Although a lot of ammunition is not universal, Benghazi still has a lot of supplies that Rommel desperately needs - the gasoline he needs~www.wuxiaspot.com~, as well as fresh water and food, can be supplied from the Italians.

"Sir! I'm sorry! Tell me to take the liberty, we have not been ordered to provide supplies to the German troops." Hearing Rommel's words, the officer accompanying Rommel explained in embarrassment.

"Oh, who said we were a German combat unit?" Rommel asked with a smile after hearing the other party's words.

He pointed to the iron boxes on both sides of his tank: "We are just transporting troops, just helping to deliver the materials you urgently need to Tobruk as soon as possible."

In fact, he did bring the transport troops, and the scale was quite large. The food carried by these trucks was not much, and now he needs to get some supplements from the Italians.

"Fill as many trucks as possible, let's go to Tobruk!" Rommel ordered his men with a smile, ignoring the Italian officers who were still there.

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