One Thousand and Fourteen Feet of the Canal

In Alexandria, on a port wharf that had just been restored, a German merchant ship slowly approached. The sailors on the ship skillfully threw the cables that fixed the ship to the workers on the dock, and soon these cables were wrapped around the steel welded piles, and the ship stopped shaking and became stable.

This is a German merchant ship from Italy, loaded with large-caliber artillery shells urgently needed by the front line, and parts for repairing the 150mm caliber howitzer. After all, transport ships of this tonnage dare not get too close to the Suez Canal, which is full of mines laid by the armies of both sides during the confrontation.

If it is sunk by a mine or silenced for other reasons, it will be an irreparable loss for the German army, which is not rich in resources. In addition, this ship also carried many important guests, so the port finally selected was relatively very safe Alexandria.

A group of businessmen in suits and leather shoes stepped off the transport ship from the simple hanging ladder, and began to look at this relatively unfamiliar world to them. There are yellow sands everywhere here, and even Alexandria, which has good greenery, still uses earthy yellow as its color tone.

"This place is really simple. If I hadn't heard that it is rich in oil and there is a famous Suez Canal, I really don't understand why all the armies from all over the world would come here to compete for this place." A 30-year-old Jew, squinting at everything in front of him.

There are anti-aircraft guns on the port to prevent enemy planes from sneaking attacks, but there are not many of them. These slender tubes point coldly to the sky, bringing a tense atmosphere to this port city.

The entire port was busy, including Marshal Rommel's Army Group L, General Scherner's Army Group K, and General Garibaldi's African Group, most of the logistical supplies of hundreds of thousands of African regiments relied on this famous port. From time to time, patrolling guards pass by, but more of them are loading and unloading lifting equipment and busy workers.

The transportation standards formulated by Germany finally reflected its precious value at this time. The large-scale use of containers has made transportation and loading and unloading so simple for the first time. After this standardized transportation method was used in advance, it immediately changed to a dazzling brilliance in the war.

The speed of material distribution has more than doubled, and the Third Reich has saved a lot of time and money because of this improvement. A Jewish businessman in charge of shipping stared at the containers that were hoisted up and placed directly on the trailer before being transported out of the dock, his eyes were full of gold coins.

He pointed to the containers of different colors used to distinguish ammunition, supplies, equipment and food, and said to the old man behind him: "If the head of state concentrates on business, I really can't find anyone who can be compared with him."

"Fortunately, he doesn't focus on business, nor is he a difficult weirdo, is he?" The old man put his hands behind his back and said this to his follower with a smile,

Then he looked to the other side of the pier, and looked at the high-end cars from Germany: "Even if he doesn't focus on business, the output value of Bailanhua Group is almost double that of an old man like me." And more."

War is the catalyst for the rich, and those who give priority to knowing that war will break out, those who give priority to knowing that war will be won, and those who give priority to knowing when the war will end will all become super rich in this war. It's a pity that Akado goes one step further than these people: he knows what will make money in the war, and he knows how to improve and produce these things more efficiently... What's even more frustrating is that he also knows what will happen in the next few decades after the war ends If this path of human development does not make a fortune, it will be really incredible.

The shipping businessman followed the old man's gaze and found those particularly conspicuous German military cars. It is estimated that there are only Mercedes-Benz cars here in Germany, and the appearance will be so scruffy that people will hardly recognize it.

So the shipping tycoon said with a smile to the old man beside him: "It's really difficult to drive the Mercedes-Benz officer's car produced in 1935 like this. It's really hard for these soldiers who are rolling in the desert. If we are satisfied this time I wouldn't mind privately sponsoring a few decent cars for the officers here if the results are the same."

"Save your money, if we build a country near Jerusalem, we will have to spend too much money." The old man sneered, and then took the lead towards the military vehicles. His pace was not fast, but everyone followed behind him, without the slightest intention of overtaking.

When the old man approached the car, the people in the car opened the door and got out. A colonel and adjutant jumped out of the car respectfully from the co-pilot, and then opened the door of the rear seat, and then a general of the British army got out of the car with a cynical smile on his face.

He wore a huge plexiglass goggle on his army cap, and a dark scarf covered in yellow sand around his neck, looking very fashionable, and somewhat dusty. However, this outfit often appears on the headlines of German newspapers, so almost every German can recognize this military star at a glance.

"My God, I really didn't expect that it was you, Marshal, who came to greet me personally." The old man hurriedly took two steps, but his speed was only a little bit faster than he was just now. He walked up to Marshal Rommel with a smile, reached out his hand and shook hands with the German commander who was almost fifteen years younger than him, and greeted loudly.

"Ah...Mr. Enrique, the head of state often mentions you to me, saying that you are a rare business genius in the Third Reich." Rommel smiled and shook hands with the old Jewish fox in front of him, then asked loudly Said: "So I came to greet you personally, and let you come back to Africa this time with satisfaction! How is it? Is the journey going smoothly?"

Enrique, the "old fox", held the hand of the "little fox" Rommel, nodded and replied: "The scenery on the road is really good, I'm better, but there are several people in our group who are seasick. .But by God, we all got here safely, which is good, good."

"It's not over yet. After all, the place you have designated is still on the front line. So we can only take a car, cross the Suez Canal, and get there. Only then can we really let everyone see what you want." Rommel seemed a little regretful, but he said with a smile on his face.

When the elderly Enrique heard "what you want", his eyebrows moved accordingly, and when he heard Rommel finished speaking, he turned his head and pointed to the ship behind him, saying kindly: "The whole ship Supplies are not on the account of the military, and there are a full 10 such ships behind, which is enough for you to launch an offensive."

"Then, within three days, I will invite you all to watch a good show, a good show that is enough to make you unforgettable forever." Rommel stopped talking nonsense and got back into his car directly. His adjutant expressed his gratitude Rick got into the car together, and then arranged the others into several other cars, and this group of cars left Alexandria in a mighty way.

On the swaying car, Enrique put away his smile and looked at Rommel beside him: "Marshal, I heard that the Turkish frontline is not going well, and this failure will not affect our upcoming career, right? "

Although the German propaganda department has not publicly acknowledged the defeat in Turkey, this kind of news is not difficult to obtain for the powerful upper-class elites. After all, people like Enrique have their own intelligence channels. Even if they are not so pervasive, it is still very easy to collect such information.

"That's why I asked you to provide me with an additional batch of arms. I don't know how you bought this batch of supplies from Italy, but I will use this batch of supplies to launch a campaign around Jerusalem? An attack." Rommel did not hide his action plan: "I think the time for the Third Reich to help you regain lost ground is only in the past few days."

Hearing Rommel's assurance, Enrique nodded and stopped questioning. After all, the whole world has almost made it clear that the U.S. military in the Middle East has no ability to prevent the frontal attack of the German army. So as long as Rommel really launches an offensive, Enrique has reason to believe that the German Marshal has the ability to help the Jews regain their homeland.

The car was shaking, and both of them fell silent. Outside the car window, two outdated German Crusader helicopters hovered at low altitude, escorting this luxurious convoy. On the endless straight road in the desert, a convoy of Mercedes-Benz cars kept moving forward.

From time to time, you can see the transport convoy stopping to rest on the side of the road. Most of them are trucks of the Italian army. The soldiers are naked to the upper body, leaning listlessly in the shade of the car, squinting and watching the German convoy passing in front of them. opened.

This place seems to be a world of yellow sand. Occasionally a passing telephone pole proves that the convoy is constantly moving forward. The monotonous rhythm makes people drowsy. At least Rommel and Enrique who stopped talking, They all closed their eyes, and their bodies swayed slightly with the shaking of the car.

"The Suez Canal is ahead. If Mr. Enrique is interested, you can take a look." When passing the pontoon bridge on the Suez Canal, Rommel suddenly introduced.

Sure enough, Enrique didn't fall asleep either. He opened his eyes and looked out the car window. He saw the battlefield where the black smoke hadn't completely dissipated. A world-famous long canal is at his feet.