Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

"Let me command so many troops?" Bu La looked at the telegram in his hand with his eyes wide open, a look of surprise, and his mouth slightly open. He looked as if he had heard some Arabian Nights fairy tale.

He really didn't expect that this time his superiors would let him command such a large number of troops, a total of four divisions, which added up to more than 50,000 people.

You know, before this, he was just a battalion commander. Although the strength of his battalion was slightly more than that of an ordinary battalion, no matter how many there were, at most it was equivalent to the strength of a regimental commander.

Later, after arriving in North Africa, he suddenly became a division commander. When he first started commanding a division, he already felt a little overwhelmed.

After all, the size of the troops under his command expanded so much at once, and all aspects to be considered, such as combat arrangements, troop deployment, and logistical support, became increasingly complicated.

Fortunately, after this period of training, his military command ability has indeed improved, and he has gradually become adept at some routine combat commands.

But even so, he still felt a little lacking in his heart when he was asked to command such a large army of 50,000 people at once. He felt that his ability had not reached that level yet. This was what worried him the most.

Bula is self-aware of his own abilities. He knows very well that with his current situation, commanding the troops he has on hand is basically his limit. If there are more, he really won't be able to command them. By then, let alone winning the battle, even the normal operation of the troops may become a problem. The consequences will be disastrous.

But soon, after he carefully read the entire telegram, he understood Cun Yunsheng's intention.

On the one hand, Cun Yunsheng really wanted to further train his military command ability by letting him command so many troops. After all, abilities are constantly improved in practice. Only by experiencing more big scenes and commanding more large-scale battles can he grow faster.

On the other hand, it was taken into consideration that there were too many of these natives. In previous battles, although the native troops were large in number, their combat effectiveness was really limited, and sometimes they were quite a drag. Therefore, Cun Yunsheng decided to increase the consumption of these natives and let them play some "roles" in the battle. Even if they were cannon fodder, they could contribute to the overall combat goal. After Bu La learned about this, he felt mixed emotions. He understood that this was a helpless move, but he also lamented the cruelty of war.

Seeing this situation, Bu La did not hesitate much. He also had his own considerations about the current situation.

He also felt that there were too many of these natives. Keeping them around would not only fail to play a big role, but might also bring all kinds of trouble. It just so happened that there was a mission to attack Alexandria next, so he might as well take this opportunity to consume them and make the best use of them.

After reading the telegram, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Bu La's eyes, and there was a sense of determination in his eyes.

"Those who are not of my race must have different hearts." He has always kept this sentence firmly in mind. In his opinion, these natives are not of the same mind as himself and may not be reliable at critical moments on the battlefield. Therefore, he thought of letting them charge into battle and consume the firepower of the German army. He did not feel any guilt in his heart and felt that this was all forced by the war situation.

Soon, Bula organized his troops and led the mighty army of tens of thousands of people to march towards Alexandria. The dust was flying all the way, and the troops had an indomitable momentum, but no one expected that the attack on Alexandria would be so unsuccessful.

Because here, in addition to a large number of German troops stationed, there are also abundant supplies. With sufficient troops, the German army can build a tight defense system, whether it is the deployment of key strongholds or the cross-coordination of firepower, all are arranged properly. And the abundant reserves of supplies mean that they have no worries about logistics supply, no need to worry about shortages of ammunition and food, and can hold on for a long time. In other words, if nothing unexpected happens, the German army can hold on here for a long time with such advantages.

Facts proved that this was indeed the case. When Bu La led his troops to Alexandria, he immediately launched an attack, thinking that with the advantage in numbers, he would be able to make some progress, but reality dealt him a heavy blow. The German army relied on solid fortifications and fierce firepower to stubbornly block the attacking troops. As a result, Bu La lost a regiment of troops on that day. The battlefield was full of soldiers' screams and gunfire, and blood dyed the land red. Such an opening made Bu La's face become particularly solemn, and he also realized that Alexandria was much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

"It seems that it will not be so easy to take this city." Bu La looked at the heavily guarded Alexandria Port in front of him and shook his head helplessly, his face full of solemnity. When they attacked Kairo before, the situation was relatively better. At that time, they could cleverly use the natives in the city to make some small moves behind the German army to create chaos, thereby causing a certain impact on the German defense and creating some opportunities for their own troops to attack.

But now facing the Port of Alexandria, the situation is completely different. This city is not just an ordinary port, it also has a large number of advanced and complete military facilities, those solid bunkers, dense trenches, and powerful coastal defense artillery, etc., constitute an insurmountable line of defense. In addition, there are a large number of German troops guarding here. They are well-trained and experienced in combat. Under the dispatch of the German commander, they cooperate very well, making the entire defense system impregnable. It is not a simple matter to take this place.

Not only that, there were German fighter planes in the sky, watching closely. These fighter planes would fly over from time to time, dropping bombs or strafing at the attacking troops with machine guns, causing considerable casualties and great psychological pressure on Bu La's troops. So considering all these circumstances, it would cost a huge price to take down this city. Bu La knew very well that this would be an extremely difficult and bitter battle. He finally understood why Cun Yunsheng wanted him to command 50,000 people. When he first received the order, he thought that this number was too much and he couldn't command it at all. But now it seems that with the intensity of the battle and the tenacity of the German defense, these 50,000 people are far from enough.

The following battles proved that his guess was correct. The battle was so brutal that almost a regiment of soldiers were lost every day. The number of troops was decreasing rapidly, and the morale was also greatly affected. On the other hand, the German army, relying on solid fortifications and good combat coordination, did not suffer many casualties, only two or three hundred at most, sometimes even less. The contrast was too great. Bu La frowned more tightly when he saw the battle situation. He was extremely anxious, but he could not think of any good way to break the deadlock.

"This is using human lives to consume our manpower." General Amni, the German commander in the city, frowned, his eyebrows twisted into a knot, and his eyes were filled with deep worry. After three consecutive days of fierce fighting, he had already keenly perceived the enemy's intentions. It was obvious that the other side was planning to use human lives to continuously attack their defenses and consume their manpower. Although this style of fighting was a bit "barbaric", it really gave him a headache.

"Sir, I'm afraid we have to come up with a way, otherwise we may not be able to hold it for a long time." The subordinate looked at General Amni's solemn expression and reminded him carefully in a low voice, his words full of worry. After all, everyone knew the importance of Alexandria Port. If it could not be defended, the consequences would be disastrous.

Hearing this, General Amni naturally knew the seriousness of the matter. He nodded expressionlessly, but his heart felt as heavy as if a huge stone was pressing on it. "Of course, I'm trying to find a solution." He said this, but in fact, he really didn't have any good ideas at the moment.

After all, the troops he had were really limited. Previously, Field Marshal Rommel had taken most of his elite troops to fight in the Middle East. They were all capable and good at fighting. With these troops, he could handle all kinds of situations on the battlefields with ease. But with this departure, his troops were suddenly much less.

Moreover, the remaining troops were later transferred to Libya, saying that the oil field construction there and other matters also urgently needed manpower. As a result, such a large area, such an important strategic location like Alexandria, was stationed with very few troops. Now it is really beyond the ability to rely on such a small force to deal with the enemy's wave after wave of attacks like a tide. General Amni stood in the command center, looking at the map, his brows frowning more and more, thinking hard about how to deal with it.

"Sir, I suggest to the Supreme Command to call back Marshal Rommel's troops, or to draw reinforcements from the mainland. Otherwise, we can't hold the city with our existing forces." The subordinate looked at General Amni's sad face and was extremely anxious. He couldn't help but speak again. In his opinion, the current situation could only be improved by increasing the number of troops. Otherwise, Alexandria would be breached sooner or later.

Unexpectedly, General Amni shook his head helplessly and refused: "The High Command can't mobilize more troops now. Their only troops have been transferred to Gibraltar. Unless the war there is over, there will be no reinforcements." General Amni knew very well the current troop deployment situation of the German army. The entire German army was facing considerable pressure on various battlefields, and its troops were already stretched to the limit.

In the current German army, basically all the soldiers who should be conscripted have already been conscripted. Most of the young and middle-aged men in the country who are suitable for fighting on the battlefield have already joined the war, and there are very few soldiers who can be replenished.

If it goes any further, then only underage children will be left. However, these children are the hope of the country and the pillars of the future. They will definitely not be allowed to go to the battlefield unless it is absolutely necessary and at a critical moment of life and death. After all, no one wants to see children experience the cruelty of war.

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Of course, they could also draw some workers to supplement the troops, but doing so would have a great impact on the production of armaments.

You know, arms production is also crucial to war. Without sufficient supply of weapons and ammunition, what can the soldiers on the front line use to fight?

So this is also a dilemma. General Amni knows that these two methods are not feasible. He can only find other ways to deal with the current crisis. However, other methods are not so easy to think of. He frowned and fell into deeper thought.

"Then we can only ask the Italian army to increase its support." The subordinate spread his hands and said helplessly, as if he had thought of all the ways and had no other choice but to put his last hope on the Italian army. In his opinion, if this didn't work, the Italian army was the only one that could fight for it. After all, this was their territory. If they didn't care and didn't actively support, then why would the German army defend it so desperately? The German army didn't need to bear such great pressure unilaterally.

"Italian army?" General Amni subconsciously felt a little disgusted when he heard this, and his brows furrowed. He was very clear about the "glorious deeds" of the Italian army. In previous battles, the Italian army had performed very poorly. Not only were they lax in discipline, but they also had no rules when fighting. Once they met a slightly tougher opponent, they were defeated. Now they were actually being transferred to support. This was a joke. General Amni was very unhappy.

"Sir, in fact, the combat effectiveness of those black shirts is still quite good." The subordinate looked at General Amni's resistant expression and hurriedly reminded him. He felt that although the Italian army as a whole was not very good, the black shirts still had a certain combat effectiveness and might be useful.

Hearing this, General Amni was silent for a long time, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Indeed, compared to the rest of the Italian army, the combat effectiveness of the Blackshirts under Mussolini was indeed better, but it was only better. Compared with the elite troops of the German army, there was still a big gap. If you put high hopes on them and expect them to play a key role in turning the tide of the war, you will probably be disappointed in the end.

But on second thought, the enemy's fighting power is just so-so. Although they have a large number of people, most of them are natives with limited fighting ability. Letting the black shirt army come over and try, maybe it can really play a role, even if it is just to share some of the defense pressure. General Amni thought about it and his brows relaxed a little. He thought he could try to ask the Italian army for support from the black shirt army, but he was still a little unsure whether the black shirt army could be trusted. (End of this chapter)