Chapter 171 Goal, Merida (Subscribe)

"Boom, boom." In the middle of the night, the roar of the motor pierced the tranquility of the night sky. With this roar, even the ground was slowly shaking.

"Stop! Password." Seeing the arrival of this armored force from a distance, the officers and soldiers of the Condor Legion base immediately blocked the road, holding the submachine gun in their hand, and shouted to the opposite side.

This is an armored unit!

The tank in front stopped, and the hatch of the turret was always open. Above, a major greeted him: "Password, sleepless tonight. I am Army Major Von Thomas, and we have just arrived from the port."

The password was correct, and the sentry left the road and saluted him: "It's very nice to see you, Major Thomas, please keep going."

Keep going!

One after another Black Panther 2 tanks drove past the Sentinel, and after the tanks passed, it was a wheeled vehicle that the Sentinel had never seen before, with full armor protection.

In the intervention in the Spanish Civil War, Germany mainly dispatched the air force, and the ground war was led by Italy. However, the German army still dispatched an armored force, which was a reinforced armored battalion.

Now, the armored force led by Major Thomas of the Army has finally rushed over from the port. The main task of their arrival is not to attack, but to better protect the security of the base.

At this time, it was already late at night.

On one side of the air base, the armored troops stopped and set up camp, while Major Thomas, led by a base lieutenant, went to see Cyric.

"What? The battle during the day was really exciting, but unfortunately, we didn't catch up!" As he walked, he listened to the adjutant's eloquent narration of the battle during the day, and couldn't help but envy.

Too bad I didn't make it! If you catch up, if nothing else, you can watch the battle, and you can run to catch the parachuting pilot.

"The battle in Spain will continue for a long time." The adjutant said, "There will be battles in the future."

After finishing speaking, he came to the outside of a tent, and he said, "General Cyric, it's inside."

"It's so late, will it bother General Cyric?" Major Thomas suddenly felt that he was being presumptuous.

At this moment, a voice came from inside the tent: "Come in, Major Thomas."

Lifting the curtain, Major Thomas walked in and saw Cyric who was meditating in front of a map of Spain. The tent still smelled of alcohol, but at this time, Cyric was very sober.

In terms of tactics, Cyric did not pay much attention to it. After all, Cyric had never flown, and it was enough to leave it to these most elite Air Force pilots. What Cyric needed to pay attention to most was strategic considerations.

Turning his head, Cyric looked at Major Thomas and said, "It's hard work, you must be tired from traveling all night, right?"

This sentence made Major Thomas quite moved. He saluted Cyric: "Don't be tired, everything is for Germany."

Everything is for Germany! The purpose of their arrival is to test the combat effectiveness of their own equipment in actual combat.

"Tomorrow, the battle against Badajoz will begin." Cyric said to Major Thomas: "Our armored units must be ready to enter the battle at any time. As long as we fight, we must fight in the spirit of our Germany. Come, let those noodle armies have a look."

Noodle Army! Hearing Cyric's words, everyone laughed.

Germany mainly dispatched the air force, while Italy mainly provided the army. However, the combat effectiveness of the Italian army is now obvious to all.

In the previous battles, Italy used 3 divisions, while the Republican Army had only 1 division. As a result, after several days of fighting, they did not win. Their combat effectiveness was really in line with the usual level of the Noodle Army.

"Yes!" said Major Thomas. "We are confident of winning this battle! When are we going to fight Badajoz?"

Badajoz, located on the border of Spain, is an important city. Once here, the rebels on the south and north roads can be united and pushed eastward to attack Madrid.

Cyric shook his head: "Italians beat Italians, we beat us. Our armored troops have the greatest advantage in mobility, so our target is not Badajoz."

Cyric's words made everyone stunned, it wasn't Badajoz, where was that?

"East of Badajoz, Merida, this is our goal. When the battle in Badajoz is fierce, Merida will be an empty city. Let's fight Merida!"

Merida, the eastern city of Badajoz, is also the only link between Badajoz and Madrid. As long as Merida is conquered, Badajoz can be isolated!

Just now, Cyric was studying the tactics of this attack. The Italians beat them, and they beat themselves.

Although nominally, they all belong to Franco's command, but in fact, each has its own independence.

From here to Merida, there is a distance of 100 kilometers, just to exercise the blitzkrieg ability of the troops!

Looking at the map, Major Thomas nodded seriously, and I have to say that General Cyric is quite shrewd! His eyes are very unique, and he can see the weakest part of the enemy at a glance.

"This time, it was just to practice our new tactics. Before the tank troops arrived, the air force first eliminated the few targets in Merida." Cyric continued.

Major Thomas brought not many people, a reinforced battalion, less than a thousand people, almost negligible compared to the Italian army and Franco's army, but, this number of people, plus equipment, it is Can play a powerful fighting force to come!

For example, the raid on Merida.

"These two days, hurry up and repair." Cyric said to Major Thomas: "Maintain our tanks to the best condition."

"Yes." Major Thomas replied, originally thought that they came here to protect an airport or something, but I never thought that they would be able to get such a task!

Major Thomas, who was left behind in the former 100,000 Army, a veteran who participated in World War I, now, he seems to smell that familiar smell again, and his heart is extremely excited.

war! For a soldier, the bloody battlefield is his best destination!

Of course, not everyone thinks so. For those who are forced to enter the battlefield, the battlefield is like Shura Hell.

"Boom, boom!" The sound of the large-caliber howitzer made people's eardrums tremble. On the defensive line on the outskirts of Badajoz, the soldiers of the Republican Army and the soldiers of the international column were lying in the trenches, feeling this A frightening frenzy.