Bismarck

"Yes...Except for the air force guarding Sicily and several garrison cruisers, as well as the escort ships needed for Italy's own sea transportation, they have sent out all the troops and transportation capacity they can..." Lütjens said with some concern.

According to currently known information, the Nile Delta, starting from the port of Alexandria and ending at the Suez Canal, is a 200-kilometer area that is almost entirely paddy fields and swamps that are difficult to march through!

You can imagine how difficult it is to fight in this kind of terrain!

What’s more important is that Italy’s national strength is limited, and Germany’s own national strength must be mainly invested in the Soviet battlefield, and there are no more troops and resources to provide to North Africa!

Another reason is that, apart from the port of Tripoli, which is still under the blockade of Malta, there is no large port in North Africa for the Axis powers to use - the port of Alexandria is still under dispute and cannot be used by anyone! And the further Port of Said is a key place where the British have a heavy garrison!

but…

With no danger to their homeland and the support of the United States, Britain could deploy most of its troops to the North African theater! Although the route from the British mainland to the Cape of Good Hope took a full two months, the total amount of logistics was much stronger than that of Wallace...

In fact, both Rommel and Lütjens knew very well that if it were not for other purposes, none of them wanted to bite the bullet and go through this hellish copy!

However, the African Corps lacked logistics, and the Mediterranean Fleet needed to break out...

Neither side had any other choice...

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On the other side, German Navy Major General Lindemann was negotiating the next action coordination plan between the two sides on the flagship of Italian General Dazzara, the Duke of Abruzzi, with a pink-haired hamster who hated trouble.

The two major generals at the top were chatting and laughing, and a group of staff officers were sitting upright below. As for the hamster... she was afraid of trouble and didn't like this kind of occasion very much, so Lindman asked Dazala for a rest room and sent the girl to rest.

But speaking of it, even for a relatively lax army like Italy, the behavior of this hamster can almost be regarded as a disgrace to the army...

Although the Italians were not surprised by these things and could turn a blind eye to them, they even thought that Lindemann's kindness to his "woman" was a manifestation of gentlemanly demeanor. For example, now, General Dazzara was giving Lindemann a thumbs up:

"General Lindemann, you are so kind to your secretary!"

“…Hehehehe”

Lindemann, who looked embarrassed, was laughing and biting his back teeth, wondering if he should add another dish tonight...

For example, tearing a hamster apart with your bare hands...

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"Hey! Be gentle! Don't break anything..."

In the Zeppelin's hangar, a tall figure with long light blond hair was directing the sailors to open wooden boxes of various sizes one by one.

Inside the opened box, there are large cylinders with oval heads, pointed tails, and a ring on the tail that looks like a tail wing. There is also a propeller inside. At first glance, they look like bombs. They are painted dark blue and black. And on the top of these cylinders, there is an air intake in the front and a hook on the top, which seems to be used to hang on the plane.

When the small box on the other side was opened, it was filled with parts and circuit boards filled with electronic components. Some of the components even looked like the magnetrons that Bismarck and Zeppelin had invented!

Even Zeppelin, who was always aloof outside, couldn't help but smile when he glanced at these "tubes" and magnetrons.

After all, at the beginning, this thing was made by my own hands!

After the Gibraltar Raid, Dr. Wolf returned to Berlin with a sample of the magnetron. After further testing with conventional vacuum tubes in the Reich Air Ministry, several electrical companies directly eliminated the original airborne radars that had been developed, using 0.5-meter wavelength vacuum tubes and bulky antler antennas, and directly replaced them with centimeter-wave magnetrons and Cassegrain parabolic antennas (commonly known as "pots"), and were also equipped with plywood, wood, or plexiglass antenna covers (ps: The original German centimeter-wave airborne radars did have wooden antenna covers).

Not only has the radar's detection performance been greatly improved, but in low-altitude and sea experiments, it was found that the radar has a fairly accurate ground and sea detection capability and accuracy. After the Gibraltar Raid, Goering, who had developed a strong interest in electronic warfare, came to inspect the radar research group and found that the resolution ability of the centimeter-wave radar could make his fat body stand out among a group of normal people (well, actually this is the ability of the British H2S radar, finding an empty can in the vast ocean...)

Although I am not very happy about others' comments on my "strongness", the detection capability of this radar is beyond doubt.

That’s not all. Due to the lack of the burden of the antler antenna, the flight performance of the night fighter equipped with centimeter-wave radar has hardly decreased. In a comparative test flight, it even beat the same type of aircraft equipped with antler antenna and made them lose their bearings!

Therefore, the attitudes of both the German military and the radar companies are predictable. As for the first generation of radars with antler antennas that had just been manufactured, they were directly thrown into fighter schools as teaching tools to “use their residual heat”…

Moreover, since the centimeter-wave radar is light and flexible, after demonstration, it was determined that single-engine fighters can also be equipped with this thing! Even if the flight performance is reduced to a certain extent, it is still acceptable! As for the power supply of the mounted pod? As long as the cooling air is led out from the tail, equipped with a "ring tail wing" that should actually be called a guide duct, the propeller in the guide duct is blown to drive the generator, and a voltage stabilizing circuit is added, won't there be electricity?

Now, the first batch of samples of this single-engine fighter's airborne radar have been sent to the GR186 Wing for experimentation.

Even among the carrier-based aircraft pilots transferred this time, several have already received training in this area.

Looking at the night combat radar pods being mounted on those specially modified fighter planes, Zeppelin could hardly hide the smile on his face.

Sure enough, imagination is contagious.

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only…

It seems like those guys in the corner are planning to cause trouble again...

Forget it. I'll direct the ground crew to install the radar first, and then we can deal with these ones.

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"Hey, hey, hey! Did you see that? The instructor actually laughed!"

In a corner of the hangar, several people wearing pilot uniforms and wearing the Knight's Cross on their collars were chatting together. Among them, there were a few sneaky bad guys who were secretly watching Zeppelin.

"I say, Buckhorn, Rudel, are you two addicted to the instructor's training or what? Especially Buckhorn, does your girlfriend know about you being like this?" Beside Buckhorn, Marseille, who was originally considered a cool guy, covered his eyes and looked at the duo of bad friends with disgust.

"Come on, Marseille, don't I know you? After you were rescued by the instructor last time, during every special training, didn't you rush to him and cry and beg him to torture you?" The unruly Buckhorn looked as if he didn't care at all, and even grabbed Marseille and kept teasing him.

"That's called active training! Not looking for trouble!" Marseille's face turned red with anger, and he looked like Kong Yiji stealing a book and it wasn't considered stealing: "Besides, Buckhorn, if you have the guts, go and confess your feelings to the instructor!"

"Hey, hey! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! I have a wife! Besides, I admire the instructor purely. Pure admiration, you know?"

"Come on, do you want me to take a picture of your face and send it to your girlfriend, and ask her to comment on it?"

"You are such a good person, Marseille, what hatred do I have against you that you want to sow discord between my husband and me?"

The two friends who were at odds with each other started quarreling.

Although the sound was not loud, several pilots nearby had already begun to look at these guys. Grislavsky, who was with them, saw that it was not a big deal and quickly jumped out to act as a peacemaker:

"Alright, alright. You guys are the only few veterans left from the first batch of GR186. Can't you pay more attention to your image?"

"It seems that after this battle, Barr will be transferred away..." It would have been better if Grislavsky didn't mention it. As soon as Rudel mentioned it, he seemed to think of something...

"Come to think of it, I've been here for more than a year..."

Buckhorn, who seemed to be mischievous all the time, was also a little lonely in his heart.

Originally, more than a hundred people came here to report, but now there are only a few left. Now my leader and captain are being transferred again...

In times of war, everything is uncertain...

but…

"Forget it, as long as I'm still alive... I'd better continue looking at beauties, just as if it were a way to train my ability to observe covertly. As long as I can avoid being discovered by Instructor Zeppelin, I should be able to backstab everyone accurately when I attack them from the sky in the future! Hehehehehe..."

Seeing Buckhorn like this, not only did Marseille and Grislawski look disgusted, but even Rudel sat a little further away from him.

"Even if you want special training, don't do this!"

then…

Another beautiful lady came over...

"You! What are you looking at?!"

There was a thunderous roar in his ears, and Buckhorn, who was sitting on the box, jumped down in fright. Looking back, he saw a blonde beauty of the same level as his instructor staring at him with a stern face.

"Bismarck's Secretary...!"

It's over! I was caught by my instructor's best friend...

And if you yell like that...

Buckhorn looked back and saw Zeppelin, also with a sullen face, walking towards him.

"Buckhorn! You have nothing to do! Go, join the ground crew and learn how to install radar on night fighters!"

Buckhorn's face turned green.

Buckhorn, looking down, resigned himself to his fate and grabbed a toolbox nearby. Following the direction of Zeppelin's finger, he walked towards the row of airborne radars...

"Buckhorn, take care of yourself. We will send you flowers on this day next year."

The other three guys looked at Buckhorn who was in danger, and each one smiled more cunningly than the other.

But how could Zeppelin let them go just like that?

"Since you are with him, why don't you go with him to install the radar? Come to my place later to receive special night combat training. Rudel, you too!"

"If you guys with radar pods can't beat me without a radar pod in a night battle, don't sleep at night!"

"Ah?!" Under Bismarck's gloating eyes, the three bad boys also wilted.

Chapter 497: Another Assault on Alamein

The assault on the Alamein battlefield began at 5 a.m. on the morning of September 5 when the Zeppelin aircraft carrier arrived at the designated position and released its carrier-based aircraft!

Due to the containment of the Alexandria port seawall beachhead and the artillery cover from the sea, as well as the fact that Litsch was not a good offensive general and his use of troops was rather rigid, the combat effectiveness comparison between the German and Allied forces at Alamein had completely reversed compared to ten days ago.

Although they were forced to dispatch 2,500 troops and nearly 30 anti-tank guns to defend the 30-40 kilometer wide passes of the Alamein Mountains, even if it was only the minimum defense limit, but in the past few days, under the containment of the Alexandria Port, Litchi, who was unable to attack with all his strength and had no command, could not cause greater losses to the Axis forces in Alamein even if he killed almost all of his troops.

And now, it's the Axis powers' turn to take action!

Under the personal command of Rommel, who had returned to the Alamein front from the port of Alexandria by transport boat at night with the help of an Italian destroyer, the 164 elite troops of the German 185th Infantry Division and the Italian "Vogel" th Parachute Division, with tanks, heavy artillery, field guns and anti-tank guns, and the support of the main fleet of the Italian Royal Navy under Admiral Iachino, through the firepower guidance of several commanding heights on the top of Mount Alanhafa, began to pour the steel rain that brought death on the British positions...

Above their heads were the heavy fighters of the NJG-1 Night Fighter Wing, providing air combat patrol cover for the bombardment fleet and the ground battlefield!

In addition, more than 50 planes took off from the Zeppelin aircraft carrier under the cover of night and were flying at low altitude towards several British airfields closest to the battlefield!

The bellies of the twelve BF-109 fighter planes in the lead were also equipped with night combat radars!

At the British airfield, the British pilots, hastily awakened by the shrill alarm, rushed to the airport apron while wearing flight jackets - there were many "Handsome Warrior" fighters equipped with radar. But when these bulky twin-engine fighters took off, they were shocked to find that there were single-engine night fighters in the opposite German fleet! !

More FW-190s carrying bombs had dived to a speed of over kilometers per hour, and swept like a whirlwind from an ultra-low altitude towards the neatly arranged aircraft on the airport runway and temporary apron!

The 500 kg delayed-action bombs, SD-2 anti-runway bomb dispensers and 20 mm machine gun bullets instantly engulfed the British aircraft fleets at Rashid Airport, Damanhur Airport and Tanta Airport in a sea of ​​fire!

One round, a beating, heavy losses!!

The German artillery and naval gunfire on the front-line positions were also in good order. Under the command of the artillery observation station, they sometimes fired at the front-line positions, and sometimes extended the fire to bombard the obstacles, traffic trenches and field fortifications in the depth of the enemy group, or the next round of artillery fire would hit the traffic trenches and road bridges, blocking the enemy's possibility of reinforcement through artillery fire... But no one can guarantee that maybe in the next second, another round of artillery fire will roar again in the trenches of the front-line positions - as long as someone is fooled by the false extension of artillery fire and wants to get out of the hiding place to the position, they will be hit by the returning artillery fire! However, on the battlefield filled with smoke and thunder, who knows whether it will be the German army that rushes to the position close to the edge of the barrage after this round of artillery fire?

All’s fair in war, even the most basic tactics, is a game of life and death for any soldier!

Under the cover of artillery fire and air strikes, batches of German troops came out from the hidden assembly points in an orderly manner. Through the communication trenches, they took up their positions one after another at the starting positions near the front line!

Even the officers and soldiers on the front line were not idle. They were responsible for the direct assault and tearing through the gap, and they were using their anti-tank guns and mortars to bombard the barbed wire and minefields in the front obstacle area of ​​the British position! Under the cover of artillery fire, groups of combat engineers, carrying explosive packs, engineer shovels and blasting tubes, pushed simple trench bridge components, and began to move towards the anti-tank trench in the obstacle area little by little...

The dawn light in the sky breaks through the last shadow on the horizon...

"Time's up! Extend the firepower! Start the attack!!"

With Rommel's order, 11,000 Axis officers and soldiers issued a deafening cheer!

"Brothers! Charge!"

"Break into Alexandria! Capture Li Teqi alive!!"

"Tank soldiers, forward!!"

Two divisions of German officers and soldiers, followed by nearly a hundred armored vehicles and more than thirty tanks, poured out from the German positions on the Alamein-Alanhafa Mountains like a flood that had been opened!

At the same time, more and more roars of aircraft engines were heard in the sky. The buzzing sound was accompanied by dozens of bombers appearing in the western sky, which had not yet completely faded from the night!

Bombs fell from the sky with the dawn!

And behind the bombs falling from the sky came a gray iron torrent sweeping across the European continent!

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When Rommel led the African Corps to attack, the British positions, which had been plowed once by artillery fire, were once again deeply plowed by fierce artillery fire. And now, during the attack, the fleet's artillery support simply accompanied the army's charge! !

especially……

"Azimuth XXX, distance XXXXX, lateral displacement rate XX, distance change rate XX, ... lateral error XX, distance error XX... Hit, next one. Azimuth XXX, distance XXXXX..."

On the Duke of Abruzzi light cruiser, a pink-haired hamster, with sleepy eyes and wearing headphones, was leaning lazily on a large cushion, clutching a periscope weakly, biting snacks impatiently and mumbling the bombardment parameters.

Looking at her behavior, she doesn't look like a soldier who is here to fight. She looks like a super homebody who wants to sleep in during work hours!!

But around her, except for Lindemann who was sitting calmly drinking coffee, and the few gunners who were sweating profusely beside the fire control director, shaking the mechanical handle to nervously set the parameters of the artillery fire according to the parameters reported by Grapes, everyone else, including Major General Dazzara himself, a circle of Italian officers and soldiers, all looked as if they had seen a ghost, staring blankly at the little hamster who behaved like a disgrace to the military.

Right next to Dazara, from the radio that had fallen onto the table, a voice came from the noise that was unique to battlefields, but it was an excitement that could not even be concealed by the hum of the radio waves:

"Well done! Very accurate... Oh, another of their strongholds has been covered by artillery fire!"

"...The navy's artillery fire is so accurate! Every hit is accurate!! I saw the roof of their bunker in area two was blown off by your artillery fire... Wait! Their position in area seven was also covered... On behalf of the African Corps, I, Rommel, would like to thank the Italian allied naval fleet for their support!! Hahahaha..."

Seeing Dazara's terrified expression, Lindman, who had just finished his coffee, raised his mouth slightly, and took out another bag of snacks from somewhere, gently opened the seal, and put it in the hand of the hamster who had just finished a bag of snacks. The arrogant little hamster grabbed the snacks, glanced at Lindman, and also raised his mouth, giving him a "you have a conscience" eye roll, continued to chew the snacks, turned his head, and lazily glanced at the periscope while mumbling the artillery parameters.

More than a minute later, another howitzer position on the British position in Alamein exploded instantly...

In the sky that had already been completely bright, the Royal Air Force, not wanting to be outdone, quickly dispatched a fleet of aircraft from an airport further behind!

More than 186 aircraft from the GR-26 carrier-based aircraft wing, JG-27 fighter wing, JG-53 fighter wing, and JG- fighter wing, relying on the advantage of being closer to the battlefield, began to attack in turns from Deba Airport and the Zeppelin aircraft carrier!