Chapter 71: Secret War (3)

The day Sickert and Contini arrived in Tripoli happened to be the same day that the oil guards aggressively crossed the border to sweep.

On this day, more than 3,200 oil guards were divided into four lines, using motorcycles and armored vehicles to clear the way. They used rapid impact and cleaning tactics, assisted Stuart's airborne decapitation tactics and United Airlines' air strikes, and destroyed the Algerian targets that had been identified in advance. The tribal armed forces were wiped out, and not a single prisoner was left. They were all gathered together by Italian soldiers, and finally burned with a pile of gasoline.

Is there any injustice here? Of course there is, but Contini has no ability to distinguish who is a good guy and who is wronged, so he can only kill them all.

As for whether he is completely innocent? He doesn't think so either. At least the benefits they get are shared by the entire tribe, right? We can't share the benefits when everyone gets it, and only some people stand up when we take responsibility. This is undemocratic! In order to avoid making it difficult for the tribal leader, Contini could only "help" to the end.

Three days later, Sickert arrived at the scene. When he heard that the liquidation of the troops had been completed and they were planning to retreat, he couldn't help but curse.

"Do you all have pig brains? Where is that place? It's Algeria, a French colony. Have you considered the feelings of the French when you do this?"

"Sir, this...don't you educate us soldiers to obey orders as their bounden duty!"

Sickert was stunned by these words, and after a long while he said: "You are not an army, and he is not your commander, so..."

"But it's not obvious that you agreed to serve as the military adviser to the United Group as soon as you resigned as the commander of the National Defense Forces. President, at least you are our commander..."

"But didn't I send a telegram to remind you to be careful?"

"Yes, the telegram said that deployment must be cautious, actions must be bold, and tactics must be quick. We completely complied with it. The entire operation was neat and tidy, without any sloppiness..." Blomberg felt aggrieved. "This was completely based on the instructions. You see, it’s not done very well…”

The prudence Sickert said meant the need to be cautious in cross-border clearance, but Contini cleverly used another method, saying that the implementation of tactics also requires caution, but the meaning behind this is different.

"It's over!" A ray of despair surged into Sickert's heart. He had originally hired himself as a consultant and used his words of "caution" in the end, but Contini took advantage of the situation so well that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

It’s no wonder that this kid is able to achieve great things, and he can control the situation in Italy and stir up big scenes in Italy. This kind of power and means is really impressive.

"You're cruel!" He pointed at Contini viciously and squeezed out half a sentence through his teeth, but the second half couldn't come out. Everything was done, so what else was there to say?

"No, this is everyone's credit." Contini smiled slightly and said loudly, "Statistics on the results of the battle, and rewards those with outstanding contributions. The standard is tentatively set at 3 months' salary. Others will be reduced based on merit. There will be casualties. We must pay close attention to treatment and provide timely compensation, and we must not let our brothers bleed, sweat and cry.”

Blomberg shook his head. He obviously understood what was going on between Sickert and Contini, but so what if he understood it. Everything had already been done, so why did he still care about this? So he in turn advised Sickert: "Sir, don't worry too much, we have complete evidence."

[Appeal to support the genuine version]

"So what? Our joint group will definitely beat them up! Isn't it just a little tribal armed force? If there is nothing to be afraid of, just kill them."

The German officers all shook their heads: The Italians were really courageous. They went to Algeria's territory to run wild without saying a word, and they actually looked plausibly. They were convinced.

To be honest, the German officers also expressed their incomprehension about Contini's high-profile: The oil guards are obviously the president's private army. In Germany, such a thing would make a hole in the sky. But the Italians are better off. As if nothing happened.

"The president called. He has arrived in Tripoli on the battleship Dante and asked us to deploy to the border of Libya and Algeria as soon as possible. He also brought a batch of military supplies with the ship, so we don't have to worry about consumption."

Blomberg asked doubtfully: "Fabio, the Italian Navy has also been dispatched?"

"Navy? No!"

"Then... what happened to the Dante? Isn't this your country's main battleship?"

"...You're talking about the Dante...it was sold to the president three days ago, and now it takes on the responsibility of the United Group's Mediterranean traffic vessel, responsible for traveling to and from ports in North Africa and Italy..."

"Traffic boat?" Blomberg, Kesselring and several staff officers next to them were instantly shocked. Of course they knew what a traffic boat was. Isn't it about the same size as a torpedo boat? It is specially used for communication, ordering and important people to board the ship. The equipment used? Whose traffic boat has a displacement of 20,000 tons and 12 triple 12-inch guns?

Blomberg repeated worriedly: "Transport boat?"

"Anyway, that's what the telegram said. This is the president's current private yacht. The president is so rich, so spending 4 million US dollars to buy a warship for fun is not too much, right?" As a member of the Youth League, Fabio said with a proud face, " Rich people from other countries like yachts, villas, wine, and beautiful women when they get rich. The president is not interested in these things. He only likes warships and equipment. Didn’t we buy the Roma last time? Later, the Roma became a bath ship. Now it’s time for a fresh taste. I think the Dante is quite good. In the future, once the artillery is dismantled, it can be transformed into a train gun or a competition gun. Tripoli and Benghazi still lack these..."

Blomberg knew what was going on: most likely the president had reached a consensus with Mussolini, and it was inconvenient for the Italian Defense Forces to come forward, so selling a warship to show support was still acceptable.

"By the way, the telegram also said that General Seeckt had been hired as an assistant military adviser to the president of the United Group, and he also came on the same ship."

"General Seeckt?" These were not only shocking, but petrified. Kesselring stammered and asked, "Is it General Seeckt, the commander-in-chief of our Defense Forces? How is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible!" Fabio whispered about Seeckt's dismissal, and apologized, "You were all busy clearing out the Libyan tribal armed forces some time ago, and suddenly received an order to move to the border between Libya and Algeria, so I didn't have time to tell you."

"This matter is a bit serious, I need to discuss how to fight There must also be some deployment. "

"Of course, the United Airlines has assembled initially. They will carry out reconnaissance missions from tomorrow, find the suspected nests of terrorists, and then clear them out... The president's intention is very clear!" Fabio strengthened his tone, "Leave no one behind! Sweep them all!"

"How could this happen?"

After listening to Blomberg's report, the first batch of German officers who arrived were also a little dumbfounded, but the Italian officers were extremely excited to carry out concentrated rectification in Libya. Although the tactics of slowly advancing and compressing living space were right, it was too slow and too energy-consuming. As a soldier, who would not want to attack in a coordinated manner and quickly eliminate them? So the terrorists must be cleared out, and everyone was very excited.

"Let's do it! Sir! We have been training for so many days, it's time to move."

"But that's the French territory?"

"It doesn't matter. When the company signed the contract with the French government, it was agreed that the company could dispatch and recruit security forces that the company deemed necessary, so we are not violating the rules. Besides, didn't the French say that they didn't have enough strength? Then we will help them."

The so-called necessary "security forces" are, of course, a pit that Contini dug for the French authorities. What is necessary? What is security? These are all very vague concepts. According to the French, it is necessary to have 100 to 200 people, some pistols and rifles, and a security team that is almost equivalent to a militia. However, the security defined by Contini not only has a full set of army equipment, but also has airborne troops and air force assistance. As for the number of people, it is really necessary. Ten thousand people.

The French measured from the perspective of the company's normal business, operation and making money. Unexpectedly, the opponents they encountered did not play by the rules at all. As long as the opponent has strength, it doesn't matter whether they make money or not.

Contini even thought of an excuse: the tanks and armored vehicles equipped by the oil guards were all produced by United Defense itself and were used for testing. In essence, there was no military procurement.