Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

On the outer positions of Alexandria Port, which were filled with tension and anxiety, Bula was looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements. His eyes were constantly gazing into the distance, and every slight movement could make his heart tighten.

At this moment, his attention was attracted by a group of people. Looking closely, he found that it was Yao Ma who was leading a large group of local natives walking towards this side.

This scene made him stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. His face was full of disbelief and confusion, and he kept wondering in his heart, what on earth did Ma bring these natives here for?
He thought to himself, did they feel that they had too much food to use, so they brought so many people to help consume the food? Although the Allied forces have always done a great job in logistics support, they have tried every means to ensure that the front line has a continuous supply of materials. Every day, trucks loaded with various supplies are transported here along the rugged road, and from time to time there are planes roaring by to drop supplies. But suddenly there are 50,000 more people, which is not a small number. This is definitely a big pressure for logistics. How can we easily solve the problem of eating and drinking for these people?

"Don't you want cannon fodder? Our previous cannon fodder cost a lot of money, and now they are all used up like this. The commander must be very distressed." Yao Ma looked at Bula's surprised and slightly resentful expression, shook his head helplessly, his words revealed the helplessness of the current situation and a hint of complacency for coming up with a solution to the problem.

"So you came up with this idea?" When Bu La heard this, he immediately understood the other party's intention. His brows frowned instantly, and there was obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes. After all, the two of them got along very well on a daily basis, and there was nothing to hide between them. Whatever they thought in their hearts was directly reflected on their faces.

"What? You think this idea is not good?" Yao Ma seemed not to notice Bula's dissatisfaction. He still had that smiling look on his face and even asked with a hint of sarcasm, as if he was quite satisfied with his idea.

"What do you think? A bunch of rabble, a mass of people, without any discipline." Bu La was furious when he heard this, and raised his voice and said angrily. In his opinion, these natives were a bunch of undisciplined people who didn't know any military rules. If they went to the battlefield, it would be a mess. It was impossible to expect them to play any role. They were just here to cause trouble. How could they be considered qualified cannon fodder?

"Indeed, you're right." After listening to Bula's complaints, Yao Ma not only did not show any intention of defending himself, but he kept nodding his head. His approval made Bula a little confused. For a moment he couldn't understand what he was up to.

"Then why did you recruit them?" Bula felt more and more confused. He widened his eyes and stared at the other party. He thought to himself that since he knew these natives were not capable, why did he still bring them here? Isn't this asking for trouble? He really couldn't understand Nu's train of thought.

"Because it's cheap." Yao Ma spread his hands calmly and gave such a simple and practical reason, and this reason really made Bula unable to find words to refute for a while. He still had a matter-of-fact expression on his face, as if this was a perfect idea.

"Don't you know how cheap they are? One cow can be exchanged for hundreds of people. Don't you think it's cheap?" Yao Ma looked at Bula's still somewhat unbelievable expression and explained further. He thought to himself that such a good deal would be tempted by anyone who heard it. After all, in this battlefield full of war, cannon fodder, as long as it can be exchanged at a low cost, it is a profit, so why bother about anything else.

Bu La was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He had never thought that the price could be so ridiculously low. It was no wonder that his commander agreed to this approach. If it were him, he would probably think it was a good deal and agree without saying anything. Anyway, these people were to be used as cannon fodder and to be consumed on the front line, so naturally the cheaper the price, the better. After thinking about it, his resistance to these natives was reduced a lot.

"What do you think? Do you like them better now?" Yao Ma looked at the man who had fallen silent, as if he had slowly accepted this unpleasant reality in his heart, and asked with a smile, with a little pride in his tone.

"Well, it's indeed much better, but if you want to manage these people, I'm afraid it will take some effort." Bu La nodded, approving of Yao Ma's approach, but he still expressed his concerns. After all, it is not an easy task to make such a large group of undisciplined and free-spirited natives obey orders and go to the battlefield. It must take a lot of effort to manage them.

"Your worries are unnecessary. Let your subordinates act as supervisors. If anyone dares to escape, just kill him." Yao Ma said nonchalantly. In his opinion, order must be maintained on the battlefield by tough measures. As long as these natives know that the consequences of escape are serious, they can be intimidated and make them do as required.

After listening to this, Bu La thought about it carefully and felt that it made some sense. It just so happened that the people under his command had been fighting continuously for a while and were almost at their limit. They were exhausted both physically and mentally. Letting them act as the supervisory team and manage these natives would also give his people a chance to take a breath and relax for a while. It was a good arrangement.

As expected, when these natives learned of the order to supervise the battle, they were so excited that they started dancing on the spot, their faces filled with excitement, as if they had picked up a huge bargain. Before, they were forced to go to the battlefield with guns pointed at their heads, and their hearts were full of hatred and helplessness, not to mention how aggrieved they were. Now, they can point guns at others, and their identities have changed suddenly. Naturally, the feeling is very different, as if they have suddenly changed from being oppressed to being the majestic rulers, and they are so proud.

On the German side, the strange situations that occurred one after another on the battlefield also caused deep doubts in the German commander General Amni. He stood in the command post, looking through the telescope at the groups of people who kept pouring in on the battlefield outside, looking disorganized and without any fighting power. His brows were tightly knitted together, and his heart was full of confusion.

Originally, he expected this battle to be an extremely difficult one, with elite troops from both sides fighting fiercely. He had already prepared for a protracted war and even thought of various strategies to deal with difficult situations. But in the end, after ten days of fighting, he had only seen a few serious troops, and almost all of them were a bunch of rabble. Now the other side recruited local natives to launch an attack. In his opinion, this was simply sending these people to die in vain, and it would not have any practical effect at all. Even the rock-hard, well-trained elite troops of the German army, facing this endless stream of enemies who had no power to fight back and just rushed forward blindly, gradually developed a sense of boredom in their hearts because they shot and killed too many such soldiers. That's right, it was boredom. This kind of shooting felt no different from a massacre. The other side had no resistance and just rushed up to die in batches. After a long time, the soldiers would naturally feel a little uncomfortable, which was exactly what General Amni was worried about. He was very afraid that if this continued, this negative emotion would spread in the army and affect the morale of the German soldiers. If morale was low, the war would be even more difficult to fight.

"I don't know. It seems that the enemy doesn't want to take over the port too quickly. It seems like they are waiting for something." The subordinate shook his head in confusion and said helplessly that he didn't know what intentions were behind the other party's series of confusing actions. The situation on the battlefield was really weird.

"Waiting for what?" General Amni repeated his subordinate's words thoughtfully, staring at the battlefield deeply, his chin supported by his hand, and fell into deep thought, trying to analyze what the enemy's real purpose was, but for a moment, he really couldn't figure it out.

In this ever-changing and complicated war situation, the German army was right this time. Cun Yunsheng was indeed patiently waiting for a critical moment, which was the time for the Allies to open up a second battlefield and launch a counterattack in Europe. However, the German army was completely unaware of Cun Yunsheng's intentions. Perhaps due to past experience and judgment of the current situation, they did not believe that the Allies would really launch a counterattack, so they did not see the hidden meaning behind Cun Yunsheng's move.

"Never mind, let's find a way to repel them first." General Amni was in the command tent of Alexandria, frowning and looking solemn. After a long silence, he finally shook his head helplessly and said so. At this moment, he looked at the enemy forces that kept pouring in on the battlefield. Although he had many doubts in his heart, he knew that he had to take action now. No matter what, he had to repel these enemies in front of him first, and stabilizing the situation was the top priority.

"Yes." The subordinates heard the general's order and responded hastily. Then they quickly conveyed the instructions and began to arrange various combat matters. The entire German camp became busy in an instant, and the soldiers were ready to join a new round of battles.

At the same time, on the distant Eastern Front, Field Marshal Rommel was standing in a makeshift command post, holding a telegram in his hand, scanning the contents of the telegram. After reading it, he could not help but sigh deeply. There was a hint of helplessness and anxiety in his eyes, and he was eager to return to Alexandria immediately. After all, the situation there was also related to the direction of the entire war and was of great significance to the German army. However, the reality made it impossible for him to go there.

On the Eastern Front, the Soviet offensive was extremely powerful, like a raging torrent, unstoppable. They launched rounds of attacks, and under the fierce artillery fire and charge, they have successively recovered a lot of lost territory previously occupied by the German army. The German army was beaten without any ability to fight back, and could only retreat step by step. The originally solid defense line has become shaky at this moment.

The troops led by Field Marshal Rommel have become the key to victory on the current Eastern Front. If they can successfully capture Baku, an important strategic location, then for the entire German army on the Eastern Front, it is tantamount to seeing the dawn of victory. It is very likely that they will take this opportunity to reverse the current unfavorable situation and achieve victory. But everything has two sides. Once they lose in this crucial battle, the consequences will be unimaginable. The German army is likely to collapse across the board and fall into a desperate situation. At that time, it will be difficult to save the situation.

Therefore, the pressure on Field Marshal Rommel was extremely heavy, like a heavy burden, making him a little breathless. On the one hand, he was concerned about the development of the situation on the North African battlefield, and on the other hand, he had to deal with the imminent battle on the Eastern Front with all his heart. He was worried about both battlefields. He actually hoped that he could command the battles on both sides at the same time, but human energy was limited after all. In addition, he had been suffering from stomach problems for a long time, and his health was getting worse and worse, which made it even more difficult for his limited energy to support him to take care of the battles on both sides.

"Marshal, I'm afraid if we want to break through the Soviet positions in front of us, we have to go on our own." The subordinate looked at Marshal Rommel's slightly haggard and worried face, hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to remind him.

He knew very well that the current situation did not allow them to hesitate or retreat any longer. They had to take the initiative and rely on their own strength to find a way to break through the Soviet positions. Only then could they find a glimmer of hope in this difficult battle. Otherwise, failure would be the only thing waiting for them.

"Well, are those Persian troops still not good enough?" Marshal Rommel stood in the command post of the Eastern Front, his face grim and his eyes full of scrutiny, and asked his subordinates expressionlessly. He originally had some hope for the Persian army, thinking that even if they could not become the key force to turn the tide of the war, they could at least play a role, but judging from their previous performance, the situation did not seem optimistic.

"No, the combat effectiveness is too weak, even with American weapons and equipment." The subordinate shook his head helplessly, his face full of disappointment, and he couldn't stop sighing when talking about the situation of the Persian army. In his opinion, the Persian army had good equipment, but they were completely disorganized and had low morale when fighting. Facing the offensive of the Soviet army on the battlefield, they could not resist at all and always collapsed at the first touch, which was really a headache.

"Turkish army?" Marshal Rommel frowned and asked again. He thought that if the Turkish army was more reliable, he might be able to use their strength to change the current unfavorable situation. After all, more strength means more chances of winning.

"After they got the benefits they wanted, they had no intention of going north. I suspect they wanted to withdraw." After hearing the marshal's question, the subordinate was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and told the truth. He knew that the news was not good, and the attitude of the Turkish army had a great impact on the current war situation, but the fact was that after getting the benefits, the Turkish army began to become passive and lazy, and it seemed that they did not want to continue to participate in the plan to go north.

"Withdraw?" Field Marshal Rommel sneered, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, as if to say that this was simply a fantasy. He thought to himself, they have already taken so many benefits, and now they are thinking of patting their butts and leaving, what a joke, how can it be so easy? The current battle situation still relies on them to contribute, if they really leave, the situation will be even more difficult to save. (End of this chapter)