Chapter 1124

"Marshal Rommel!" General Friedrich woke Rommel, who was sleeping in the back of his open Mercedes. After a few days of attack, the energetic desert fox was also very tired, so he took a break and slept in the back of his car for a while.

On the Mercedes Benz, which followed the African Legion all the way from Tunis to Suez Canal, the luxurious metal decorations had become rusty due to the erosion of sand. In some places, the paint has even peeled off, making the car seem to be on the verge of scrap.

But everyone who is familiar with the African Legion will not underestimate such a car, which is slightly out of date, and can not even compare with the car of a colonel in the French garrison in Paris. Because there is only one such broken car in the whole African legion, in which is Marshal Irwin Rommel who took them all the way from France to Saudi Arabia.

"Oh, general Friedrich... How long have I been sleeping?" Rommel rubbed her eyes, and the gravel on her face fell like dandruff. No matter how much people pay attention to their own image, they can't help getting sloppy when fighting in a place like desert. Although they look charming and full of lone wolf interest in the photos, it is easy for a group of girls to scream with stars in their eyes, when these girls see the real appearance of these soldiers, they will immediately get rid of the stupid idea of sleeping with them.

"We just got the news that Ibn Saudi has sent representatives to negotiate. They want to transfer the original share of oil belonging to the United States to us, so as to seek our recognition of their local rule and provide military protection." Frederick's body was also covered with gravel and looked dirty. Unfortunately, this general, covered with sand and carrying two telescopes of different sizes, took the 7th infantry army to stand the German flag on the East Bank of the Suez Canal.

Rommel, who had just woken up, took the tea cup from his adjutant, drank a mouthful of boiling water, which was warm by the sun and smelled of gasoline, moistened his dry throat, and then took a few more mouthfuls before he regained consciousness. After all, as a commander at the rank of Marshal, he has always maintained almost the same propulsion speed as the front-line armored forces, and the fatigue level is not affordable to ordinary people.

"Give us the American share of oil? What about the British Rommel, who had just woken up, recalled what he had just heard from Frederick, and then looked at the commander of the 7th infantry who had reported the situation.

"If they are not wrong, their intention is to cooperate with us and swallow up the oil production capacity of Britain here." Frederick had a funny smile on his face. Even a soldier thought this kind of thing was too absurd.

If it is said that the German troops are far away from home and have not yet been able to transport so many people to the Middle East, then it is possible that they will recognize this plan with their noses pinched in the attitude that more is better than less. After all, it costs a certain amount to offend Saudi Arabia. It's better to take the share of American oil without paying anything.

But now, things have changed. Hundreds of thousands of German and Italian troops have entered Saudi Arabia, and the United States and the British have been defeated... In this case, Rommel doesn't mind that Saudi Arabia in his jurisdiction revolts with the allies, so that he doesn't have to go back to the field.

The cost of troops and logistical supplies are already free. At this time, capitalists are looking at the giant oil field, the army and strategists are planning to march into the Indian Ocean... The whole of Germany has been struggling to carve up Saudi oil, and Saudi Arabia is still feeling good and ready to gobble up more than half of its production capacity.

Rommel was silent for a while before he slowly asked Friedrich around him, his tone was full of teasing: "these Arabs don't really think that we come all the way here to liberate them from Britain and the Americans, do they? Did I not wake up, or did these masked guys not wake up? "

Frederick was amused by Rommel's occasional humor. He held Rommel's door and said with a big smile: "marshal, I think it's more comfortable for us to take what we want. The weapons and equipment of these local people are similar to those of the poles. Maybe we can win the oil field equipment if we lose 3000 people. "

"General Frederick, the head of state has been teaching us that we should have a higher and further political vision when we win militarily." Rommel, as one of the lineages that akkado courted in his early days, had a bright face when he mentioned the word "head of state". He was an admirer of akkado, just like the whole African Army adored him.

He got up from the back of his car, took out a pair of yellow white gloves from his pocket, slapped his pants twice, then jumped off the Mercedes Benz from the other side and went around to the front of the car: "tell the Arabs that we are soldiers of the Empire, only responsible for fighting... Negotiations, Leave it to those sharp mouthed people. We are stupid and can only talk with cannons. "

When Frederick heard Rommel say this, he immediately showed a look of downfall. To say that Rommel can make crouching tiger and hidden dragon's African Legion obedient, in fact, his tactics and character are inseparable. Rommel likes to attack. As long as he gives half of the enemy's troops, he dares to plan an attack and eliminate the risk factor. That's the soul of a soldier, isn't it?

And when he was thinking and commanding, he would always make a decision to make the soldiers around him feel refreshed, which was a tacit agreement with similar tastes. He is the kind of soldier who is in line with the German tough style, and his subordinates are a group of soldiers who like this style... This is the so-called "not a family, not a family"“ I'm very happy to carry out this order. Let the negotiators deal with these Arabs. We are only responsible for fighting. Before the signing of the peace treaty, it is our duty to empty our hands of ammunition. " Frederick expressed his admiration with an expression, nodded and agreed. Rommel stretched out his arm, pointed out the direction of his troops' attack, and continued: "our task has not changed before the treaty is signed. Send a telegram to the headquarters of the 7th armored force, tell them not to stop for such a silly reason, and move on for me! Until they run out of fuel, or they see the Persian Gulf. " So in the eyes of Saudi Arabia's special envoy at a loss, the German armored forces continued to roll forward, leaving their backs one after another to the locals who wanted to discuss the oil benefits with the German army. As tanks and trucks roared past the rough road, German soldiers with guns in their cars looked at the Arabs from top to bottom with cold eyes. Eyes crisscross, one overlooks, one looks up, and stands high and low“ Ibn Saudi is unreliable. He doesn't have to think about it to know that this is not the time to cooperate with us in blowing up the oil field. " Montbarton leaned on the back of his chair, staring at the arrows that had been stretching forward for several days, and finally expressed his opinion with his assistant: "it's more practical to expect the local people to retreat with us and be willing to destroy all the oil facilities than to expect Rommel to fall off the car and die."“ General, however, if the Saudi oil production equipment can not be destroyed as planned, the German oil resources will surpass us in an all-round way. At that time, we will be more passive. " His adjutant, after hearing his general say so, stressed it anxiously. Montbarton did not speak. He knew that what he thought was not something that an adjutant could figure out. He is also lazy to explain, because it will be more troublesome to explain. Now it is impossible for him to destroy the oil fields in the Middle East. Local people do not cooperate, so that this plan to completely destroy the Middle East oil production capacity can not be carried out. As a British colonial general, it is impossible for montbarton to look at the problem from the American point of view, helping the United States destroy all the oil in the Middle East, and leaving part of it to the northern Britain. This choice question has always been difficult for montbarton. Of course, he's more inclined to destroy the entire Middle East oil field, but he just can't. A lot of oil fields on the ground have been controlled by the Saudi army, and a few capitalists have refused to cooperate in this area... The sequelae of forcibly burning down oil reserves a while ago has emerged. Capitalists who can't see hope are more willing to believe in the government that can guarantee their wealth than cooperate with the forces that force them to burn down their wealth“ It doesn't seem to be feasible to use blasting to destroy in depth. " Montbarton thought about it and said to his adjutant, "there's only one way left now, that is to send out airplanes and bomb all the oil fields we have... But by doing so, we will immediately turn against Ibn Saudi, which is tantamount to pushing him directly to the German side."“ In this case, general, it's worth it. " The adjutant is more inclined to resist to the end, and is an absolute diehard. That's why he's here, because the politicians in Iceland and Britain want to have such a tough guy around him. For mobile phone users, please visit http://