Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

"Attack? Attack with what? Believe it or not, if I give the order to attack now, those people will tie me up later." Major General Mario Barrota was so angry that his face turned red, his face was full of anger, and the blue veins on his forehead were throbbing faintly.

He felt so frustrated. He had thought that with the advantage of the armored division, he could easily defeat the enemy, but who knew that it would be completely different in the fight. Not only did his side suffer heavy losses, but he also didn't gain any advantage.

Still attacking?
How to attack?

Besides, they originally had such a big advantage and had such a powerful combat force as the armored division, but now they were fighting so miserably. This was really beyond his expectations.

If he continued to attack, it would only increase casualties and would be meaningless. He might even lose all his capital, so he didn't want to attack anymore from the bottom of his heart.

"What should we do then?" asked the subordinate worriedly, with a frown on his face and anxiety in his eyes.

He was unsure, as he couldn't win the fight, but he couldn't just stay in a stalemate. He had to find a way to resolve the current predicament, so he looked at the major general eagerly, hoping to get some good ideas from his superior.

"Damn it, why can't they take a detour?" Major General Mario Barrota was very annoyed and couldn't help complaining.

He really couldn't understand why the other party kept staring at them?
They could obviously take a detour and choose a safer route to avoid their armored division, but the other side insisted on fighting them here. He couldn't understand this and felt extremely depressed.

"Commander? How about we surrender?" Suddenly, the subordinate hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to speak and make a suggestion.

He thought that in the current situation, there was no chance of winning if they continued fighting. Instead of wasting time like this, it would be better to just surrender. At least everyone's lives could be saved.

Hearing this, Major General Mario Barrota's expression suddenly turned a little ugly. Surrender?

This word was like a thorn in his heart, making him feel very conflicted.

It's true that he had considered surrendering. If the enemy was the British army, he would have agreed without hesitation. After all, surrender was not an uncommon thing when they had dealt with the British army before, and everyone knew it.

But when he thought that they were all Chinese, he felt a little unwilling.

If I surrender to the Chinese and this gets out, I will become a laughing stock. How can I hold my head up in the army in the future?
He attaches great importance to reputation and honor, so he is still very hesitant about surrendering.

"Sir, behind them are Britain and the United States. This time they come here to retake the canal." The subordinate reminded again solemnly with a serious face.

He knew very well that the other side had the strong support of Britain and the United States, and must have come with an important strategic purpose, which was to regain control of the canal. Therefore, the subsequent outcome of this battle would definitely not be optimistic, and he had to make plans early.

"So their next counterattack will definitely be unprecedentedly powerful." The subordinate continued, with a hint of worry in his words.

After all, with the help of Britain and the United States, the other side will definitely be greatly strengthened in terms of manpower, equipment and other aspects. When they launch a counterattack, the power will be incomparable to the current one. They have to consider the response strategy in advance.

"And there is no need for us to defend such an isolated city to the death for the German army." The subordinate tried to persuade him with earnest words.

In his opinion, the Italian army did not need to risk everything for the benefit of the German army. Doing so would only put itself in a desperate situation and would not be worth the loss.

Upon hearing this, Major General Mario Barrotta's expression naturally turned unhappy. How could he not know that the other party was backed by Britain and the United States?
He was very clear about all these situations, but the key was the issue of surrender. He still hadn't decided whether to do so or not. He was struggling with it. Although his subordinates' words made sense, they couldn't make him make a decision immediately.

"What about the Germans? What did they say?" After a while, Major General Mario Barrota asked with a frown.

He thought that as an ally, the German army should have a solution or instructions. Maybe the German army had some good ideas that could help them get out of their current predicament.

"General Arnim wants us to hold on. He believes that we, an armored division, can completely defeat the enemy in the front." The communications staff stepped forward at the right time and reported in a steady tone.

He was just conveying his superiors' intentions truthfully, but to Major General Mario Barrotta, these words were like lighting a powder keg.

Hearing this, Major General Mario Barrota was immediately furious. His face flushed red, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily: "Damn, these stupid Germans, don't they know? The other side is full of elite troops, not a mob at all."

He was very angry and felt that the German army was simply talking big and had no understanding of the actual battle situation. The enemy was so strong and their side was already fighting so hard, but the German army was still blindly optimistic and thought they could easily defeat the enemy. This was nothing but a fantasy.

"Defeat? Defeat with what? I need the Air Force. Tell him we need fighter planes." Major General Mario Barrota became more and more angry and roared loudly.

He felt that with the support of the Air Force and the fire suppression of fighter planes in the air, they might be able to compete with the enemy again. But now, relying on their armored division alone, facing such an elite enemy, they had no chance of winning. So the unrealistic demand of the German army made him very angry, and he completely exploded, venting all his dissatisfaction.

"Yes."

Not long after, at the German North African Corps headquarters in Alexandria, General Arnim received a telegram from the Italian army. He sat at his desk, picked up the telegram and read it carefully with a serious expression. Looking at the content of the telegram, General Arnim's brows instantly frowned so much that his eyebrows were almost twisted into a rope.

Haven't had a fight?
How is this possible?
In his original expectation, the Italian army's elite armored division had very strong combat effectiveness, and it would be easy to deal with ordinary troops. But now it was actually at a disadvantage in the battle. Isn't this really incredible?

He still has a certain understanding of the Chinese people.

After all, their German-equipped divisions were trained with the help of the German army. He knew very well what the combat effectiveness level of those German-equipped divisions was at that time. Although they had certain combat capabilities, they were not yet at a level that could overwhelm the elite armored divisions of the Italian army.

"Is this still the same troop from that year?" General Arnim frowned and muttered to himself as he looked at the telegram.

He really couldn't believe what he saw. It had only been a short time, but the opponent's progress was so fast, as if they had been reborn. It was completely different from the previous impression. Putting aside other things, the fact that they could defeat the Italian elite armored division and force them to ask for help was indeed incredible.

More importantly, after further understanding, he found that the opponent's tactics on the battlefield were very well arranged.

They are very smart and know how to find the weakest point in the defense line to attack. This is not something that any random unit can do. This kind of tactical vision and layout ability is really beyond his expectations.

"General, I'm afraid we have to face this enemy head-on." The subordinates looked at General Arnim's pensive expression and knew in their hearts that this enemy should not be underestimated, so they hurriedly opened their mouths to remind him.

He felt that he could no longer look at the opponent with the same perspective as before. He had to quickly adjust his strategy and take it seriously. Otherwise, he would probably suffer a great loss in the next battle.

"Yes, I understand." General Arnim nodded slightly and responded, but his expression was still solemn. Originally, he didn't care about Field Marshal Rommel's previous reminder. He thought that even if the enemy attacked, he would be able to deal with it with his existing strength. He didn't take the so-called enemy seriously at all.

But now, after this battle with the Italian army, he finally realized that this enemy should not be underestimated.

Not only are they powerful in combat, but they also use tactics very skillfully. We must not take them lightly as we did before.

However, he is now facing a difficult problem, that is, he does not have many troops to mobilize.

The main force was taken to Persia by Field Marshal Rommel, where they were currently busy forming a new coalition force and preparing to march north to attack the Soviet army.

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That was an important strategic operation carefully planned by Field Marshal Rommel, so most of the elite forces were taken away.

What he had left were mostly newly transferred recruits.

These recruits have just joined the army and have not undergone much actual combat experience. They are relatively lacking in military literacy and combat experience. If they were really pulled into the battlefield to fight against that powerful enemy, General Arnim would not be sure of what they could do.

In addition, there are the Italian troops, but they are also dispersed and stationed in various important military towns.

After all, the defense of these important military towns is also crucial and is related to the entire German army's strategic layout in North Africa, so they cannot be easily withdrawn.

Moreover, the main troops are stationed in Libya's oil fields.

You know, this oil field is an important energy area that determines whether the German army can continue to maintain the scale of the war. The importance of oil to the war is self-evident. Without oil, those tanks, fighter planes and other weapons and equipment will become scrap metal. Therefore, the German army attaches great importance to this oil field and must ensure its safety.

Unless he mobilized troops in the oil-producing areas, but if he did that, the safety of the oil fields would be threatened. It was really a dilemma.

After all, intelligence shows that the enemy has nearly 300,000 troops this time, which is not a small number. If you want to deal with such a large force, you must have enough troops.

For a moment, General Arnim was a little overwhelmed. His brows frowned even deeper. He sat there thinking hard, but he couldn't think of a good solution for a while. This really made him very troubled.

"Let the Italian army continue to hold its ground, and send out fighter planes to bomb the enemy's positions and block their advance." General Arnim frowned and paced back and forth in the headquarters. After thinking for a while, he finally issued this new order.

He thought that there were not many better ways at the moment. He would let the Italian army hold the front line first, and then use the air advantage of fighter planes to bomb the enemy's positions, create some trouble for the enemy, delay their advance, and buy himself more time to think about subsequent response strategies.

"Yes." After hearing the order, the subordinate immediately responded and then quickly arranged the relevant matters.

Not long after, accompanied by a roar, more than a dozen fighter planes took off from the airport. The bombs mounted under the wings reflected a cold luster in the sun. They rushed towards the front line like birds of prey with spread wings, hoping to give the enemy a surprise blow.

At the same time, Bu La was looking at the Italian officers in front of him helplessly. He was so depressed that he couldn't help asking, "What do you want to do?" He really couldn't understand what these Italian soldiers were thinking.

At first, the Italians sent people to ask them to take a detour and let them go, and their attitude was quite tough. But not long after, they launched an aggressive attack again, as if they were determined to fight them to the death.

As a result, the war hasn't even ended yet, and now people are being sent to discuss peace talks. It keeps changing and there's no direction at all.

Bu La thought to himself, it turns out that in their eyes, fighting is just like playing house, they do whatever they want, there is no rules at all.

Anyway, he was completely confused by the actions of the Italian troops. His head was almost dizzy and he really didn't know what to do with them.

"For peace talks, our superiors still hope that you can take a detour, or better yet, retreat." This time, the Italian officer's tone was obviously not as tough, and there was even a hint of negotiation in his voice.

He knew in his heart that the previous battle had taught them that the opponent was not easy to deal with. Now he could only try his best to persuade them with kind words, hoping that the other party would agree to this request, so that everyone would have fewer casualties and avoid continuing to be stuck in this stalemate and dangerous battle.

"I still say the same thing. Unless you surrender, we will never take a detour." Bu La shook his head, still firm in his previous thoughts.

"But you have suffered so many casualties." The Italian officer wanted to persuade them again.

Who knew that Bu La was not moved at all, and hundreds of people were killed and injured?

what is this?
This time we brought hundreds of thousands of people with us, so what are a few hundred people?
And they are all natives, so it doesn't matter. (End of this chapter)