Imperial Overlord

"How is this possible..." The chief of staff followed Oakleigh's gaze and looked at the inconspicuous small port on the map.

"After ruling out all the impossible, the remaining hypothesis, even if it is impossible, is the correct answer." Aurekkin said with a wry smile.

"Matru! That's the crux of the problem!" He stared at the map and spoke his judgment firmly.

Then he grabbed the phone in front of him.

...

"Matru? Of course I knew it was Matru!" Cunningham said depressedly over the phone.

"During the Battle of El Alamein, when my fleet discovered the main fleet of the Italian Navy outside Matrouh, I knew there was something wrong with Matrouh!" Cunningham said with a wry smile.

He also reminded his younger brother Alan Cunningham at the time, but his younger brother did not listen to his advice, and of course it was doomed to that tragic failure.

However, knowing that Mattrou has a problem, what can he do? Could it be that we want to cross Alexandria to Matrouh for a decisive battle and block Matrouh Port?

There are German airfields there, and the fleet is bound to be threatened by the other side's air if it stays there during the day. If you go at night, you can only play one round and leave, which is not threatening at all.

Another reason is that, because of the collapse of the reconnaissance and espionage system, the British cannot really determine the role of Matrouh.

Cunningham was not afraid to take responsibility, but he was afraid to lose the last glimmer of Britain's hope of turning defeat into victory. In that case, he is a typical negative teaching material, a national sinner of the decline and defeat of Britain.

He couldn't bear this black pot, so he didn't want to bear it. As for the mine blockade, this is a feasible plan, but after retreating all the way, too many mines are used, and the inventory is insufficient.

Originally, the United Kingdom had an advantage in the Mediterranean, so there were not many mines, and they were scattered in Alexandria and the periphery of Italy, and there were not many left.

Relying on speculation to mine mine in Port Matrouh, I really don't know whether the superiors approve this plan or not... After all, isn't there an Air Force?

"The Navy has been doing too much work recently. To cover the army's increase in troops to the Balkans, replenish the military there, and prepare for the retreat, there is no way to take Matruu into account." Cunningham said.

However, he then added: "We are also making action plans for Matru's situation, but we cannot take action within a few days. After all, this is a temporary action."

Putting down Cunningham's phone, O'Klein knew that the Navy was indeed carrying a heavy task, and he was really embarrassed to ask the Navy to continue to do something.

Drawing up an action plan within a few days, and then attacking Matrouh, this is already a very cooperative attitude from the navy, but the problem is the current situation, Oakley Kim can't wait.

"We have to bomb Matrouh, this is our only chance to stop the German army now." O'Krekin thought for a while, and continued with some remorse.

If it weren't for the scale of the German offensive this time, he would not have focused on the German supply line.

After all, the two previous British commanders who had suffered losses had already become Rommel's captives, so in this case, Aurekkin did not sensitively grasp the crux of the problem.

When the time came, he was able to realize the problem within a few hours of the battle, and he was already a very good battlefield commander.

It is a pity that, under the current circumstances, the navy's operation against Taranto a few days ago finally failed, and the navy, which wasted time and energy, could not immediately respond to Matrouh.

Thinking of this, Oakley Gold grabbed the receiver again and made a call to the Air Force.

...

Twenty cars moved forward quickly in the rolling yellow sand. Judging from the shock absorption of these cars and the degree of pressure on the wheels, these cars were carrying heavy materials.

The cars raced down a dirt-looking road and soon came to a supply station next to an oasis.

After a few days of transportation, the supply station here has reached a certain size, and the gasoline barrels can hardly be seen at a glance, and they are placed on the level ground like this.

Sentinel towers have been built around the base, and a simple fence has been built around it, but it still has a simple taste.

With a command, the check on the gate was opened, and the trucks passed through the gate, then parked securely in front of a huge container.

As a secondary supply station, it has been successfully constructed, and further afield is the important port of Benghazi.

Petrol and diesel from a distant depot will be shipped as a supplement to Benghazi, where it will be used as a fuel supply.

So much fuel ensures local power generation, and having power generation makes life there better.

The construction speed of everything seems to be faster, and the equipment with fuel rotates more frequently, which makes the construction speed even faster.

Compared with Benghazi before the war, there are many more buildings here, and the port is also expanding, and the number of cargo ships is dizzying.

The war that was already close at hand now seems to be far away. The core of everything here is construction, faster and better construction.

"My God, are you planning to lay the oil pipeline from here?" An Italian soldier stationed here said in surprise, looking at the pipeline exposed after the truck came here to lift the canvas.

The German soldier on the truck jumped off, nodded to the Italian soldier, and started unloading the pipeline on the truck without saying a word.

Originally, both Italy and Germany had Libyan oil shares, so the laying of oil pipelines between the two countries was carried out in parallel.

The pipeline from the oil field to Benghazi was constructed by a German company, but the right to use and maintain it belongs to Italy. The oil pipeline from the oil field to Sirte was built by a German company, and the right to use it is also owned by Germany.

In other words, Italy has already assigned Sirte to the Third Reich as a German special zone. In exchange for it was dominion over most of Egypt.

With the Egyptian colony, several Italian colonies in Africa are probably linked together to stand on the Italian standpoint, which is simply a good thing to dream of.

In addition to Germany's control of the Suez Canal and the jurisdiction of some ports, Italy can be said to have more than doubled its colonies in Africa by taking advantage of Germany's east wind.

"Isn't it a waste of time to repair two pipelines together?" An Italian soldier, carrying a weapon, looked at the gasoline barrel in the distance, and asked the veteran beside him.

The Italian veteran looked at the German engineer who was unloading the pipeline, shook his head, and replied, "How do I know why... to repair two at the same time?"

What he didn't know was that the oil pipeline from the oilfield area to the port of Sirte was almost completed!

It's a real thing, and it's classified as first-class secrecy. This pipeline can continuously transport oil to Sirte, which can be quickly transported to Italian ports, and directly to Austria by train!

The problem now is that the production constraints in the oil region prevent this oil line from reflecting its strategic height.

After all, after only two months of construction, everything here is still in the initial stage like a workshop. But all Germans who have seen the construction of the oilfield area know that the time to become an oil supply base is not far away.

"My God!" On a dune very far away from this supply station, a man dressed as an explorer put down the telescope in his hand.

"Guess what I saw? A large supply station with about 500 tons of fuel reserves." Handing the telescope to the young man beside him, the man squinted at the barely camouflaged base in the distance.

The young man looked at the huge base and returned the telescope to the middle-aged man: "Look at the scale, at least 500 tons, maybe more... Where did they get so much gasoline?"

"Maybe it's just an empty bucket." The middle-aged man did not rush to take over his telescope at this time, but was using a compass to check the position on the map.

"It shouldn't be far from Benghazi... but it's already beyond the range of various British bombers." The young man retreated a distance from the mound before standing up and shaking off the sand from his body.

"I have a hunch that we should be not far from that mysterious oil field in Libya." The middle-aged man also retreated from the top of the dune, then stood up and shook the sand off his body.

The young man squinted and looked at the location marked on the map~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and led a camel next to him: "The findings here must be sent back to the United States... This is already to the extent that it affects decision-making. "

"This is the Italian army guard, if..." The middle-aged man said while looking in the direction of the supply station.

"Don't panic, you'd better not even think about attacking you." The young man waved his hand, obviously he was the commander of this operation: "We were only ordered to investigate, not to inform the Germans that we have paid attention to this place. ."

"Continue to the west, I always feel that we are getting closer and closer to the target we are looking for." The young man put his hand on the submachine gun he was carrying, and surrounded himself with a scarf that had been tanned. cheek.

The middle-aged man took his camel and waved his hand behind him. Behind his camels, there was a whole caravan of camels.

There were about thirty people, and each of them led a camel, and some of them led both ends. The camels were piled high with cargo and fresh water, and a carbine in a holster—

The chapter error is because Long Ling is in a hurry, and Long Ling is in a hurry to write the update, so he is careless... I'm sorry everyone!