Imperial Overlord

If you count the German No. 4 tanks and No. 3 assault guns, it is possible to have 4,000 or even 4,500 more! What's more interesting is that in May or even June 1941, the updated No. 5 tank even started mass production, which is the real core of Germany's future armored forces!

Because of Li Le's efforts, because of the favorable support of the Libyan oil field, because of Speer's advance in the Ministry of Industry, because of the change in the way the factory operates...

It is precisely because of a series of changes that on June 22, 1941, Germany will have more than 8,000 tanks and tank destroyers, which is double the number in history!

With more resources, Li Le will definitely make the Soviet-German battlefield look different! The specific operation depends on his generals and marshals...

Just when Li Le was thinking about how his generals would fight a different Barbarossa plan, these things weren't on the minds of some little people.

On the spring-like island of Malta, Lehmann was packing his luggage as a German paratrooper, and he was ordered to leave the place where he had fought and return to Germany.

He sorted out the military uniform that he had changed, then placed the steel helmet and other items neatly together, and then looked at the barracks where he had lived for more than two months.

There was also an old poster full of English on the wall. The paint on the beautiful woman had faded, but the charming expression of the woman could still be seen, and a streamlined car was drawn under the woman's face.

I don't know what movie poster it is, but obviously this movie has been released for a long time. Because there are no other entertainment decorations, this poster belonging to the British garrison has not been torn down by the German paratroopers.

"Your troops boarded the ship and left at 2 o'clock this afternoon... It's ironic. We landed on this island by air, but when we left, we had to take a boat." The battalion commander walked into the barracks and threw his hat on the table. superior.

A paratrooper company commander grinned, because he was stationed here and enjoyed air force-level supplies, so the two months here was still a very good rest.

However, within two months, many paratroopers have left one after another, because they have to return to the country to expand the new paratroopers.

I heard that the Führer paid great attention to General Student and promised that Student would expand the German paratroopers to two paratrooper corps.

This is definitely a long road to expansion, because German paratroopers are not like other infantry units, which require a long, long time to train before they can become an army.

"On the other side of the port, we are disembarking from an infantry division... All coats are 98k. It seems that this place will be under the jurisdiction of the logistics department." Water, smiled bitterly and complained.

Everyone knows that the reason for leaving here is to train new paratroopers. These friends who have fought together will eventually be separated.

After the separation, more paratroopers will be put into more brutal battlefields, so their battalion commanders are in a bad mood now, very bad.

Although there is also a trace of parting sadness, but Lehman is still very positive about this transfer because he has been promoted to a paratrooper squad leader!

This means that the next time he parachutes, he can command all the soldiers on a Junker Aunt, and he can take these soldiers to fight and be their leader!

If it weren't for such a promotion, Scoo Lehman would not be eligible to live in the officer's rest barracks as a reserve officer.

It was because he didn't know how to arrange this future squad leader, and there were as many as 19 squad leaders, so the battalion leader simply arranged all of them by his side.

Anyway, there are no single rooms here, everyone has to sleep in rows of bungalows like this, so it's no wonder there are other things.

At least compared to the hot North Africa, you can take a bath here. Still eating hot meals and enjoying the nice Mediterranean sunshine every day is a luxury at war.

"You two in a group, go and tell the company commanders of several companies. When we leave, we will leave most of the weapons behind." After the battalion commander complained, he began to work seriously.

The stg-44 assault rifles, iron fist bazookas, and mg-42 machine guns equipped by the paratroopers are all very good weapons for individual combat.

It is also the excellence of these weapons that helped the paratroopers conquer the island of Malta at a low cost.

It is obviously an uneconomical waste to transport these weapons away, so after careful planning, the German logistics department took the approach of letting the paratroopers keep some weapons, so that the troops who switched defenses could carry less weapons.

Don't underestimate such a saving. An infantry regiment has 27 platoons and must carry at least 80 Iron Fist rocket launchers, including machine guns and matching ammunition, which is almost the weight of a hundred people.

In this way, it might be possible to use a smaller tonnage ship to transport people, which is fuel-efficient and fast... War has become a statistics from a long time ago, and the careful calculation is horrifying.

"Also, if you want, you still have two hours of free time. If you have money, you can go to Valletta to buy some souvenirs." After the battalion commander finished the task, he reminded everyone present, and then He grabbed a book and lay back on the bed.

Of course, Sco Lehmann went to Valletta for a stroll. Whenever he was free, he would go to the port to see the sight of seabirds along with the transport ships parked in the port.

The huge transport ship will unload a lot of things, including infantry to replace the paratrooper defense, as well as some light vehicles, and several old Panzer 1 tanks.

These things are used to maintain the island's defense. Although most of the things are **** that no one cares about on the regular battlefield, they are also very new to the paratrooper Sco Lehmann.

He would like to see the reserve armored soldiers who were sent to the island for training with the No. 1 tank, and he would also like to see the scene of ten soldiers shooting targets at the same time in the garrison area of ​​the port.

Those reserve armored soldiers trained with No. 1 tanks are supplementary soldiers to be added to North Africa, and most of those soldiers who practice shooting on the islands will not stay on the islands for too long.

Many soldiers will be transferred to the real battlefield. As a young man of school age, they will fight for the motherland, die for the motherland, and die in a corner for the motherland.

As he walked down the streets of Valletta, Lyman breathed in the fresh, salty air and felt the sea breeze on his own face.

"Salute!" The two soldiers who were patrolling suddenly stopped, stood up to the convertible car that drove past, raised their arms and shouted loudly: "Victory! Head of State!"

Lyman also stopped his footsteps, raised his arms towards the car, raised his chin but did not shout the slogan stupidly. Anyway, the people in the car will not really come down to investigate, after all, it is not under the jurisdiction of a department.

As a German paratrooper, Lehmann was assigned to the management of the Air Force, and an army officer was clearly sitting in the convertible car that passed by.

For German paratroopers, it was an inexplicable irony: they always had to take down enemy positions from the most dangerous places and hand them over to their army brothers behind them.

The car really didn't mean to stop for a moment, and whizzed past with a slight dust. Lyman retracted his arms and continued to walk towards the distant port.

The two soldiers glanced at the Airborne Netherlands Commemorative Medal on Lehmann's chest, as well as the Airborne Malta Bloody Battle Medal that had just been issued, and nodded to Lehmann.

He thought that the uniform he was wearing was still a soldier's uniform, and the epaulettes didn't have time to change. His promotion would only be counted when he returned to China, so now he is actually dressed like an ordinary soldier.

And, it's the soldiers of the Air Force paratroopers, not the Army soldiers. The two sides had nothing to do with each other, and there was nothing to talk about.

So the other party didn't mean to salute, and Layman didn't mean to be picky. He brushed past the patrolmen with ease and indifference.

"How much is this?" Lehmann walked to a local stall, picked up a souvenir made of seashells, and asked in German.

The other party gestured with both hands, but spoke English. Lyman couldn't understand this, so he could only take out the money and let the other party identify it.

If you just look at what he looks like now, you will not think that he is a German paratrooper who fought hard in Malta. Because his current demeanor is exactly the same as that of ordinary tourists who come to the Mediterranean~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The Maltese locals waved their hands at the German mark, possibly indicating that they do not accept German marks. After all, the Germans occupied the place for two months, and the currency in circulation on the island is still dominated by the British pound.

An exchange office in the port has been trying to exchange these pounds in the hands of residents at the equivalent exchange rate, after all, there is never enough precious foreign exchange for Germany.

It is a pity that this kind of exchange does not seem to be very efficient at present. Maybe as more and more Germans are used here, the habit of using sterling will be changed.

An hour later, Lehmann walked up the hanging ladder empty-handed and boarded the ship that was bound for Italy. Because he didn't have pounds to buy souvenirs, he left with the stg-44 assault rifle that was allowed to keep.

The helmets and lunch boxes were left behind for the soldiers of the two infantry regiments stationed there. Compared with the paratroopers like Lyman, the soldiers from the two regiments came to the island, and there was also a battalion of women. soldier.

"Look at those women!" Lehman's comrades-in-arms complained bitterly against the railing of the ship's side: "In a year, the streets here will be full of German children."