My Third Empire

One Thousand One Hundred and Twenty-Five Soldiers Do Not Negotiate

"Field Marshal Rommel!" General Frederick woke up Rommel who fell asleep in the back of his convertible Mercedes-Benz limousine. After a few days of attack, the energetic desert fox was also exhausted, so he took a break and slept for a while in the back of his car.

On this Mercedes-Benz that followed the African Legion all the way from Tunis to the Suez Canal, the metal decorations that originally looked extremely luxurious have become rusty due to the erosion of wind and sand. The exterior paint has even peeled off in some places, making the car seem to be on the verge of scrapping.

But everyone who is familiar with the African Legion will not underestimate such a slightly outdated car, which is even inferior to a colonel's car in the French Garrison in Paris. Because there is only one such broken car in the entire African Army, and the person sitting in it is Marshal Erwin Rommel who led them all the way from France to Saudi Arabia.

"Oh, General Frederick... How long have I been asleep?" Rommel rubbed his eyes, and the grit on his face fell off like dandruff—no matter how much he cares about his image , when fighting in a place like the desert, it can't help but become sloppy. Although they look charming and full of lone wolf fun in the photos, it is easy for a group of girls to scream with starry eyes, but when these girls see what these soldiers really look like, they will immediately dispel the stupidity of sleeping with them idea.

"We just got the news that Ibn Saud sent negotiating representatives. They hope to transfer the original share of oil belonging to the United States to us in order to seek our recognition of their local rule and provide military protection." Frederick's body was also covered with gravel, and he also looked dirty and disfigured. It's a pity that this general, who was covered in sand and carried two binoculars of different sizes, led the 7th Infantry Army steadily along the way, and erected the German flag on the east bank of the Suez Canal.

Rommel, who had just woken up, took the teacup from his adjutant, took a sip of the gasoline-smelling boiled water warmed by the sun, moistened his parched throat, and took a few more sips. Just a little sober. After all, as a marshal-level commander, he has always maintained almost the same advance speed as the front-line armored forces, and the degree of fatigue is not something ordinary people can bear.

"Give us the Americans' 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 7th Infantry who had reported the situation. Army commander.

"If I'm not wrong, their plan is to swallow the oil production capacity of the UK here in the attitude of cooperating with us." Frederick had a strange smile on his face, and even he, a soldier, felt that this Things are a little too absurd.

If it is said that the German troops are far away in the mainland and have not had time to transport so many people to the Middle East, then they may accept this plan with the attitude of doing more than doing less. After all, it will cost a certain amount of money to offend Saudi Arabia, a land snake. It is not as comfortable as taking the oil share of the United States without paying anything.

But now,

Things have changed. Hundreds of thousands of German and Italian troops have entered Saudi territory, and the Americans and British have been defeated... Under such circumstances, Rommel doesn't mind the Saudis in his jurisdiction resisting with the allied forces at all, so that the He, a great official in frontiers, does not need to be disarmed and return to the field.

The cost of troops and logistical supplies are already free. At this time, the capitalists are looking at this huge oil field, and the army and strategists are already planning to enter the Indian Ocean... Germany's up and down Already gearing up to carve up Saudi oil, Saudi Arabia is still feeling good about preparing to monopolize more than half of its production capacity.

Rommel was silent for a while before slowly asking Frederick beside him, his tone full of teasing: "These Arabs don't really and naively think that we came here all the way from England and The Americans liberated them, right? 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 car door and said with a big smile and a small smile: "Your Excellency, Marshal, I think it's more comfortable to bring what we want. .These locals have about the same weapons and equipment as the Poles, and maybe we can take down the oil field equipment with a loss of 3,000 people."

"General Frederick, the head of state has always taught us that we must have a higher and farther-sighted political vision while achieving military victory." Rommel, as one of Accador's early direct descendants, mentioned His face was full of brilliance when he said the word head of state. He was an admirer of Akado, as if the entire African Legion worshiped him.

He stood up from the back seat of his car, then took out a pair of yellowed white gloves from his pocket, slapped his pants twice, then jumped out of the Mercedes-Benz car from the other side, and walked around to the side of the car. In front of the car: "Tell those Arabs that we are soldiers of the empire, and we are only responsible for fighting...Let's leave the negotiation to those quick-spoken people. We are stupid and can only talk with cannons."

When Frederick heard Rommel say this, he immediately showed a look of resignation. To say that Rommel was able to make Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon's African Legion bow his head and ears like his arms, in fact, his tactics and personality, which are very popular with soldiers, are an inseparable aspect. Rommel likes to attack, as long as he is given half of the enemy's strength, he dares to plan an offensive operation-excluding the risk factor, this is the soul of a soldier, isn't it?

And when he was thinking and ordering, he would always make decisions that refreshed the soldiers around him. This could not but be said to be a kind of tacit understanding. He is the kind of soldier who conforms to the tough style of Germany, and his subordinates are a group of soldiers who like this style... This is the so-called "no family, no family".

"I am very happy to execute this order. Let those negotiators deal with these Arabs. We are only responsible for fighting. Before the peace treaty is signed, it is our duty to use up all the ammunition in our hands." Friedrich used After expressing his admiration, he nodded in agreement.

Rommel stretched out his arm, pointed to the direction of his troops' attack, and continued: "Our mission has not changed until the treaty is signed. Send a telegram to the headquarters of the 7th Panzer Army and tell them not to use the Such a silly reason to stop and keep going! Until they run out of fuel or they see the Persian Gulf."

So in the bewildered eyes of the special envoy of Saudi Arabia, the German armored troops continued to roll forward, leaving their backs one after another to the locals who wanted to discuss the oil benefits with the German army. Tanks and trucks roared past the rough road, and the German soldiers holding guns in the vehicles looked at the Arabs on the side of the road from top to bottom with cold eyes. The eyes are intertwined, one looking down and the other looking up, making a judgment.

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"Ibn Saud is unreliable. He knows it without thinking. This situation is not the time for us to blow up the oil fields." Mountbatten leaned back in his chair, staring at the arrows that have been extending forward for several days , and finally expressed his opinion with the assistants around him: "It is more practical to expect the locals 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, but if Saudi Arabia's oil production equipment cannot be destroyed as planned, the Germans' oil resources will completely surpass ours. At that time, we will be more passive." His adjutant, after hearing what his general said, was worried emphasized again.

Mountbatten didn't speak. He knew what he was thinking in his heart was not something an adjutant could figure out. He didn't bother to explain, because it would be more troublesome to explain. Now it is impossible for him to destroy the oil fields in the Middle East with all his strength.

The locals did not cooperate, making this plan to completely destroy oil production capacity in the Middle East impossible to implement. Mountbatten, as a British colonial general, of course cannot look at the problem completely from the perspective of the Americans. Helping the United States destroy all Middle East oil and leaving some for the northern United Kingdom, this multiple-choice question has actually been difficult for Mountbatten.

Of course he is more inclined to destroy the entire Middle East oil field, but it just can't be done. Many oil fields on the ground have been controlled by the Saudi army taking advantage of the chaos, and a small number of capitalists have refused to cooperate in this area... The aftermath of the forced burning of oil reserves has emerged a while ago, and the capitalists who have no hope are more willing to believe that they can guarantee The government of their wealth, not the forces that cooperate with forcing them to burn their wealth.

"Using blasting to destroy deeply doesn't seem to work." Mountbatten thought for a while, and said to his adjutant: "Now there is only one way left, and that is to send out planes to bomb all the oil fields we have... But this way We would immediately turn against Ibn Saud, which would amount to putting him directly on the side of the Germans."

"General, in this case, it's worth it for us." The adjutant was more inclined to resist to the end, and was a downright diehard. This is also the reason why he is here, because the politicians in Iceland and Britain hope that Mountbatten will have such a tough guy by his side. To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL:

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