Battle of the Third Reich

Hitler was a bluff genius. This was the talent Xu Jun had to admire. Behind his keen political sense and judgment, he had accumulated experience from long-term political party struggles. Xu Jun knew that this was his own shortcoming, and the gap could not be bridged by technology.

If you understand the current German society, Xu Jun certainly can't compare to Hitler living in this era, but when it comes to global strategic perspectives and international fighting, Hitler is completely beyond reach. After all, the latter comes from an era of information explosion. Hitler could only obtain outside information from some newspapers and subordinate reports.

Strategic deception is a systematic project, and it cannot be accomplished by simply buying some double-sided spies or sending some false intelligence. The plan of the Eye of Odin is very large, and the members who really have access to the core content do not add up to more than one palm. Most intelligence personnel can only learn about this part of their execution. What they can see is only a few pieces of thousands of jigsaw pieces. They know very well in their hearts that when the whole piece of puzzle is completed, it is the final battle. Day.

"They shot each other on the central street of Tripoli. Although the scale of the battle was not large, the scene was quite fierce." Kirsten stood behind Weiller and reported respectfully.

The army colonel just accepted the head of state's reception and commendation, so at this time he wore an army dress with red edges on the edges of the placket and collar, and the knight's cross medal just received was hung on the collar. Kirsten clipped the big brimmed military cap under his armpit, and his long blond hair had a complicated bun in the back of his head, with a clean and sharp look.

"The documents carried on the thirteenth are not the most important. I didn't expect the harvest to be the largest of all the knights." Weyler retracted the fishing rod and strung a bait on the hook again.

"It's mainly the French and the British who have intervened in it. They have gained more from this operation." Kirsten walked to Weierle and squatted down.

"What did the head of state just say?" Weierle shook the rod in his hand and threw the hook away.

"The head of state doesn't seem to care much about this matter. He may have more questions to consider." Kirsten held out his finger and teased the little fish swimming in the bucket.

"It is true, he needs to think farther than us to guide us to continue to win. You have to learn to look at the problem from the perspective of the head of state, maybe there will be new discoveries." Weierle put the fishing rod on the rod rack He pulled out his cigarette case from his pocket.

"Do you mind?" Weiler asked when he opened the cigarette case.

"Please feel free." Kirsten replied with a smile.

"This is a high-end cigarette made in the United States. The shredded tobacco is much better than ours in Germany. I smoke a cigarette every time I think about it." Weyler took out a box of matches and lit the cigarette.

"You see, many problems can be shown on this cigarette. America is the best producer of tobacco leaves and coffee beans, and our soldiers cannot leave these two consumables. If the supply of raw materials is cut off, we The only substitutes that can be provided to soldiers are poor taste. Although there is no problem in a short period of time, if the time is long, it will definitely affect the morale of the troops.

This seems to be a problem considered by those in the staff, but Odin's eyes should pay attention to these details. We must think of everyone before, and find ways to avoid it before the problem occurs. If there is a way to remedy, all of this is inseparable from intelligence support. "Weirler taught his favorite students.

"I understand what you mean, General." Kirsten nodded to teach.

"It’s not enough to understand, you have to come up with a practical plan. Well, maybe this is still a bit difficult for you now. Let’s not discuss this first. Where did you talk about it? By the way, tell me in detail Say what happened in Tripoli."

"Tripoli, I said earlier that the two of them started a gun battle on the street." Kirsten continued to report respectfully.

"We're fooled, this is a trap!" Lorenzo took a Jagdaryov submachine gun and fired a long shot at the Fiat car across the street. The bullet splashed a spark on the bulletproof steel plate attached to the car door.

"That won't work, the group of Russians has too much firepower, and we have lost three." An Italian gendarme sergeant shrugged behind Captain Marshimo and shouted loudly.

"Gabriano!" Marchimer shouted loudly to his assistant.

"The Corporal is in the second car." An Italian plainclothes agent reported loudly under the window of a grocery store, then a series of bullets blasted over, and the broken glass above the agent's head fell like a waterfall on him. Body.

"Captain, we should retreat and wait for superior support." The sergeant of the gendarmerie extended his hand from the back of the post and fired two more shots. He turned his head and shouted to Malchimer who was lying on the side of the road.

"You tell me how to withdraw now, you bastard." Marchimer was lying close to the sidewalk. He was just inside the Russian fire-covered area, and he was covered by only a 30-centimeter-high flower bed. He can't even stand up now.

"Gabriano!" Marchimer shouted loudly.

"He was dead, Corporal Gabriano was killed, Captain." Another gendarme answered loudly.

"Damn it! Bastard!" Marchimer clenched his fists hard.

"What should we do now, Comrade Grove, the Italians may have surrounded the whole area." Pietro installed a new 71-round drum for his ppd submachine gun, and Lisuo pulled the gun to launch it. .

"It must have been Burka who betrayed us. I said long ago that he was not reliable at all, but you didn't listen to me." Lorenzo suppressed the firepower of the remaining Italian agent in the Fiat car. There is a Beretta 38, which is very threatening to them.

"The question of Burka will be discussed later, we must now find a way to break out." Grove crouched beside a low wall, holding a Browning pistol in his hand.

"Our bullets are running low, and the car was broken by the Italians again, how to break through." Petro said, aiming at the post across the street and fired two bursts.

"Then grab a car and see the truck over there? Lorenzo covered us, and Petro and I went to start him." Grove said loudly.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Lorenzo objected.

"Do you have any other options? Now you can only do what he said." Pietro turned his muzzle and overturned a brave and reckless Italian gendarme with a precise shot.

"Then please hurry up. My bullets won't last long." Lorenzo began to fire at the Fiat and the surrounding Italian military police in a single shot.

"Well, hold on, Petro will follow me!" Grove took two deep breaths, then jumped up and rushed towards a half-ton Ford pickup truck on the street.

The Italians also discovered the Russian attempts and began to transfer the firepower to the small truck, but under the interference of Lorenzo's continuous shooting, the Italians' shooting was inaccurate.

Grove climbed into the cab and found the engine crank and handed it to Petro. When they trained in China, they had learned to drive this kind of truck. Although it was a long time ago, they were still very skilled in operation. In just a few seconds, they successfully started the engine.

"So the Italians watched as a few Russian spies escaped?" Weierle asked cheerfully.

"They didn't expect to encounter such a violent firepower. In fact, we didn't think of this. It also reminded us that the executive staff should be strengthened. This time the Russians used the submachine gun to impress me. , Especially the 71-round drum, which ensured the continuity of firepower, so that two submachine guns suppressed 12 Italian military police and agents.

However, the Russians were not able to run too far in the end, and their truck hit the reinforcements of the Italian Army. After a fierce battle, two Russians were killed on the spot and one seriously injured was caught alive. The Italians suffered relatively large losses, with seven dead and twelve wounds. It has been confirmed that one of the dead is a senior director of the Italian Military Intelligence Agency. Kirsten replied with a smile.

"This time, the Italian Military Intelligence Service has lost its face. I really want to know how Mussolini will look when he sees the report." Weyler lit another cigarette and threw the match in it. On the ground, the legs stretched out the flames.

"If you want to look at this leader's angry face, I believe there will be many opportunities in the future." Kirsten replied with a smile.

ps: I was still a little sick in the afternoon, and finally did not affect the codewords. Something went wrong with the network today. The telecommunications repair efficiency is very high, and it will be handled quickly.

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The North African intelligence war is over, but this is just the beginning, and the good drama is still behind.

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