Imperial Overlord

In the port of Benghazi, an Italian officer was enjoying a rare leisure time. He looked at the tranquil sea, breathing the smoke formed by burning cigarettes, and leaned on a pile of goods very comfortably.

Because Germany wants Sirte, a little-known small port, Benghazi is still under Italian rule, and the construction work is also in charge of the Italian military.

A huge pier is being built here, and unlike the floating piers that the Germans made do, this is a real permanent pier.

On the top of the wharf, cranes and other facilities have already been equipped. On the distant sea, several Italian freighters are preparing to dock, unloading goods here, and transporting precious oil resources.

Because Libyan oil fields rushed out to transport oil regardless of losses, and established several oil-burning transfer stations to maintain transportation, Benghazi is already full of extracted crude oil and refined gasoline.

If it weren't for the fact that Libya's infrastructure is too backward, if it is not limited by the size of the oil field itself, there will only be more gasoline barrels piled up here.

Because so much oil was extracted, there were not enough oil barrels at one point. So Benghazi also dug a huge oil storage tank in the port, like a huge black swimming pool.

There are at least dozens of tons of oil in this oil storage tank, tents and cement, and even construction materials such as steel bars transported from Italy.

Because of the rapid expansion, a large number of workers shuttled to the construction site every day, and the Italian soldiers guarding here also enjoyed a peaceful time.

"Good morning, Mr. Lieutenant." An Italian businessman came over, looked at the smoking Italian officer, and politely took off his hat to greet him.

He couldn't help but smile with dissatisfaction, because he was the owner of the ship that docked to unload the material. He's probably making more money running back and forth these days than he's made in the past two months.

"Hello! Mr. Donian." The Italian officer was obviously in a good mood, because the weather was fine today, and he also had a smile on his face: "What is the shipment today?"

"It took a lot of effort for me to raise the food for a whole boat from civilian supplies. It cost me a lot of money." The businessman named Donion replied with a smile.

Then he leaned over beside the Italian officer with the same smile, and said softly, "Two cans of caviar, and a basket of bread, plus some good bacon... I've already reserved it for you."

Hearing this "menu", the Italian lieutenant's eyes became obviously more friendly, he nodded with a smile: "Thank you, I will let my subordinates help you unload your goods, and no one can delay your business, right?"

This is the power of bribery. At any time, it is more efficient to offer a certain benefit to get everyone on the pirate ship together than to do business.

"This place is really a safe place. I can't believe that our fighter jets are patrolling so diligently." Squinting and seeing the black spots flying over the sea, the businessman Donion sighed with emotion.

He had been transporting back and forth on this route for a long time, and the British navy and air force rarely appeared in his field of vision, so he hardly felt the risk of war.

"Aircraft? A patrol plane? Our patrol plane just returned ten minutes ago. It's impossible for our plane to come here at this time." The Italian lieutenant waved to his men standing in the distance, while speaking nonchalantly. replied.

If he wants to get benefits, he naturally has to help with some unloading work. They all rely on local dockers to work, and the total throughput of the Benghazi port may not reach the expected number for a lifetime.

Therefore, most of the Italian defenders stationed near Benghazi, in order to eat good food, or smoke a few more cigarettes, or drink two more cheap drinks, have been guest porters.

"Isn't that a plane?" Hearing the lieutenant's denial, Donion frowned, pointed to the sky in the distance, and asked.

His question finally caught the lieutenant's attention, and he placed a pergola on his forehead with the palm of his hand, and the lieutenant looked out to sea in the distance.

It doesn't matter at this point, the black spot in the distance is approaching at this time, and the outline of the plane has been exposed.

It wasn't an Italian plane, of course, but a British Navy Swordfish. The planes passed by and had a very large range, but they didn't seem to be many.

"My God!" The Italian lieutenant, startled by the sight in front of him, quickly turned around to remind his soldiers, but when he turned back, he swept over most of the entire pier.

Ammunition and various food supplies are stacked in the distance, and on the other side are gasoline barrels piled up like mountains, and water tanks filled with crude oil...

This place is simply a huge place, except that the place where he smokes is stacked with tents and military uniforms that are not inflammable and explosive, and almost all the rest of the place has a warning sign against smoking.

Well, even the place where he smokes is actually non-smoking. Unfortunately, the Italian soldiers stationed here finally found a place that would not be ignited and exploded by smoke, and naturally regarded it as a "smoking area" for the entire port.

"Aircraft! Enemy planes are coming! Quick! Raise the battle alarm!" Finally, the poor lieutenant finally found his soul and shouted the warning he should have called a minute ago.

It is a pity that his shouts did not immediately attract everyone's attention. Several Italian officers in the distance were still smoking in the open space, while the officers nearby heard his shouts and laughed.

The British have not taken any actual action against Benghazi for at least a month. Whether it is bombing or blockade at sea, they have disappeared without a trace as the German army advanced on the land of North Africa.

The Italian soldiers stationed here seem to have forgotten the fact that they are still at war.

After all, if the British were going to attack, the biggest port would be Alexandria, and the port closest to the front would be Alexandria... Even 10,000 steps back, going to Matroux would be more realistic than coming to Benghazi, wouldn't it?

Just judging from the way the Benghazi port is hoarding materials now, they are not ready to meet the enemy at all.

As for defensive measures, there may not have been any new defensive weapons added since the start of the war. The number of anti-aircraft guns was pitifully small and scattered in all directions.

Because of the lack of precaution, at this moment, it is not known whether there are gunners next to these anti-aircraft guns. It is impossible to expect these anti-aircraft guns to shoot down these British aircraft.

"Enemy plane!" The lieutenant had already seen the black shadows flying over. It was a biplane, and his shout really caught the attention of the friendly troops. However, to use a classic language to describe the national football team to describe the Italian defenders at this moment, that is: There is not much time left for Italy!

"My God! Enemy! Enemy!" Finally, the second Italian officer realized the seriousness of the problem and shouted together.

Along with his shouting, the air defense alarm that should have sounded a long time finally began to sound for a long time: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Boom!" Without making the Italians wait too long, the British Swordfish attack plane smashed the one hanging under its own wing on top of the mountains of gasoline barrels in the port of Benghazi.

So, with only one explosion, the gasoline barrels were ignited like firecrackers, and the gasoline barrels exploded one after another, turning into splendid fireworks.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The British bomber formation, which originally had only a dozen aircraft, was instantly increased tenfold by the flammable and explosive stacks in the Benghazi port.

A series of explosions made the whole port seem to be boiling~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A British Swordfish attack plane was shot down by the explosive flames on the ground because it flew too low, and crashed into the arms warehouse full of ammunition in the distance Inside.

Then, the munitions warehouse that stored a large amount of ammunition also exploded, adding to this huge destruction.

The entire Benghazi was covered in fire, and the oil storage tank was ignited by the fire, as if it was a huge lighthouse.

"We...we were attacked!" The commander of the Italian Benghazi garrison, who was not in the port area, but in his own home, looked out the window and lost strength in his arms.

He saw gasoline barrels rushing into the sky like cannonballs, and he saw huge flames reddening the sky in the direction of the port.

Even if the British plane turned around and left at this time, Benghazi was completely ruined. The place had been bombed to ruins by its own materials. If you want to restore the appearance before the war, a year is probably not enough...

"It's over! It's over! It's over!" He grabbed the clothes on the sofa, put them on his body, and walked out. The hostess of the room was wearing pajamas, and one of her **** was still exposed, but she forgot to cover it up.

She also saw the explosion in the distance through the window and heard a loud noise in the distance. She had never seen such splendid fireworks, and never thought that war would be so beautiful.

Of course, for her man, there may be more desperation now... And for the Italian defenders in the port of Benghazi, many people were bombed into the sky before they could even despair.

Even Cunningham himself never thought that his attack would achieve such a huge result.

On October 13, 1940, the important Libyan port of Benghazi was attacked by the British Navy and turned into ruins.

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