My German Empire

The first landing boat tongs on the beach.

"Let go of the springboard!" The landing boat driver used to press the handle, and heard the meticulous metal friction, the thick steel jump door quickly fell to the front, and then slammed it on the beach.

The MG3 machine guns on the landing boat were crazy to shoot the opposite British position, and the long chain continued to provide bullets to the machine gun, and the shell was dropped with the landing boat, and the table tennit pong's crisp sound.

"Fast! Fast! Fast! Stay here is waiting for death! Going to find a bun!" Long-loudly urged his soldier to hurry, after the landing of the landing boat, the landing boat became the most dangerous place, so Many people crowded in a narrow space, once the enemy's firepower is swept, it will cause a lot of casualties.

I know that the veterans of this truth will rush out, and the recruits fall into the back.

The hidden British fire has fired, and the unstoppable bullets have been swept away, and there are several unlucky ghosts. Most of the land warfare members have successfully rushing on the beach, kneeling in a dark slit, hitting in the hands of various weapons.

"Boom!" A gun-in-gun is in the middle of the boat, the login boat in the wood structure is blown into a slime, and the tabling machine gun that has been fired on the landing boat has also been blown back to the parts.

The attack machine hovering in the sky immediately pushing down, leaving a 250 kg bomb down toward the hidden firepower. With a loud noise, the firepower is fried.

More and more landing boats rushed on the beach, all kinds of lightweight weapons were crazy in the British army position.

The sea and land is full of firepower to suppress the British army position, and they can't lift their heads. The Marine Corps seizes the opportunity to start advancement.

"Boom!" A two-toch tank opened on the beach, turret turning, and a target shot in a target.

Dangdang! Sudden bullets played in this amphibious tank armor, but only, in addition to the sparks, it did not have any effect.

"Boom!" Has not been able to rotate the turret, keeping up the second amphibious tank, a cannon to the firepower point that is fired, blows it.

After more and more amphibious tanks landed, the British position has risen to the pressure of the British position, and in the absence of anti-tank weapons, they are difficult to resist the attacks of the tank.

Finally, the first line of defense was broken, and the British army can only withdraw the second line of defense.

I haven't come yet, I still have a second defense line, and the floating rockets that are covered directly cover the entire line, the British army is suffering, and the Germans who are chasing it will only be against the third defense.

More than 4 hours, the remaining British army was compressed in the area where less than ten square kilometers, the British army of the rest was either captured, either annihilated.

The big speaker has passed the German persuasion notice. "This is the last persuaded notice. Don't do unnecessary resistance, limited you for ten minutes to put down the arms surrender!"

"All, we have tried our best ..." Maltese Army commander looked at the colleagues around him, helpless sighing. "Who thinks we can continue to fight?"

"..." No one speaks, how can you fight? They were squeezed into such a narrow area, perhaps the next German heavy cannon bombardment can give them all.

"So, since no one is willing to stick, then I will order surrendering ... No one against it?" The Army commander once again asked that everyone agreed.

Soon, the remaining British army rose a white flag.

Malta is a completely fall!

The German Radio station announced the decisive victory of the Battle of the Mediterranean. The Imperial "amplifier" Gomeberre preached to capture Gibraltar and Malta island is German and allies to defeat the UK in Mediterranean, completely crushing another victory of the British sea hegemony.

Occupied the "Mediterranean Non-sinking Aircraft Market", but also almost cut off the British Mediterranean route, and there is no obstacle between the European continent to North Africa and establish a safe to North Africa.

Countless free rounds began to come back in the Mediterranean, from France and Italy transport a variety of weapons, building materials, personnel, mechanical and other goods to the desert city of Libya.

Each of France and Italy have a hundred air defense guns and soldiers of a teacher. Although they don't know what to protect.

Jenik has taken the latest radar, 50 FW190 fighters, 100 attacking machines, and a armored division.

A freedom is slowly stopped in the port of Surt, wearing a desert fans, Laomele, walking down the ship's hacker, looking around, sighed. "It's a good weather."

More than 95% of Libya is a desert and semi-desert. The northern coastal is a subtropical Mediterranean gas, winter warm and rain, summer heat and dry, now the average temperature in August is 26 ° C.

The two soldiers who wore the desert fans came over, and the clothes on the body were full of yellow sand and dust. They looked that there were some wolves. However, they just came back from the desert from the distance, not to eat and defeated. After all, Mussolini has not come yet, and there is a big thing in North Africa. Now North Africa is still peaceful.

The military officers hanging on the school will respect him. "Welcome to the general of Africa, Longmeil, P-city leader Edman listen to you."

Longmeir has also given a gift. "Edman's school, then let's go to P City to turn." He never been here before, just heard that he heard the Sitt Basin from Italy a few years ago, saying to build a desert city.

"General." Several people sat on the desert jeep and drove on the road to the deep side of the desert.

Looking around a Ma Pingchuan, a deep desert, the Londole's face showed excitement. "It's a good place here, it is a paradise of the armored troops! I can sweep everything! Haha!" There is a windshield in the car, playing a snoring sound on the windshield of the car. .

"Hey!" Longmeir wolf spit into the sand in the mouth, only feeling that the mouth is, even can feel the sound of the sand friction. After picking up the kettle handed over, I got a mouthful of mouth, I feel so good, I can't help but complain. "It is simply a hell of the engine."

Edman explains. "Please rest assured that the generals, the engine in the desert is installed for special air filters to adapt to the climate here, so the engine failure rate here is not much higher than other places."