"It would be nice if we could attack Gibraltar from the sea, and there would be no contact with the Spaniards at all." Hitler muttered to himself, his face full of unwillingness. Gibraltar had been occupied by the British more than two centuries earlier, and it was only natural that Germany would attack the British possessions. As long as the whole operation does not use the territory of Spain, then Franco, even if he has an idea, can only stay on the sidelines and obediently be a spectator.

But judging from recent reconnaissance photos taken by the German Army Aviation, the difficulty of carrying out a beachhead landing on the Gibraltar Peninsula is simply hellish. On the east side of the peninsula is a natural boulder mountain, the center of which the British have almost hollowed out and arranged a large number of firepower points like beehives, and once the Germans land, they will be devastated from all sides. To make matters worse, the eastern side of Gibraltar rises abruptly out of the sea due to the presence of the boulder mountain, with only a few flat beachheads available for invasion. Add to that the elevation difference and the 50-degree mountain attack, and even the most courageous commander will be intimidated by this kind of battle.

Although the western side of the terrain is more sloping, the threat of fire from the boulder mountain has not diminished - the total width of the Gibraltar Peninsula is only 1 kilometer, and the machine-gun artillery positions on the boulder mountain can easily cover the port area on the western side of the peninsula. Moreover, for troops to land from the western side of the peninsula, the convoy had to pass through the southern strait and enter the Gulf of Gibraltar, which was only 8 kilometers ×5 kilometers on the western side; During the whole process, the fleet was completely exposed to the enemy's large-caliber shore artillery and mines, and the death was simply not too ugly. All these circumstances made the General Staff of the Army directly abandon the idea of attacking from the sea, which is no longer a war but a death!

As for the parachute raid from the air, there is also no chance of victory. The British are not fools, the fall of the Belgian fortress of Eben-Emer a few months ago has sounded enough alarm bells for them, and now Gibraltar is dotted with searchlights and anti-aircraft artillery fire, and it is impossible for Germany to succeed in another special operation with gliders. Not to mention the fact that there is no room at the top of the Gibraltar Rock for gliders to land in droves.

Therefore, the only way left for Germany to capture Gibraltar was to use Spain to gnaw down the fortress inch by inch with tens of thousands of tons of ammunition. But the thought of facing Franco's face made Hitler angry, and he hated the naval commander Raeder who had caused this situation.

According to Hitler's original plan, the capture of Gibraltar should be postponed for at least another half a year, and the attack should not be carried out until the beginning of the spring of 1941. Because the cost of buying Franco at this stage was really high, and there was also a price to be paid for getting the Italian fleet out of the Mediterranean - Mussolini was so bent on rebuilding the Roman Empire around the Mediterranean that he had no interest in landing on British soil and fighting the American Navy. Hitler believed that since the German navy was sufficient to blockade Britain, there was no need for Spain and Italy to intervene. When the situation in the Atlantic gradually became clearer, Franco, who saw the wind and steered the rudder, would come to the door with dry rations and kneel down to ask to join.

But now all Hitler's wishful thinking came to naught with the defeat of the Navy in the Danish Strait. What made him even more depressed was that in order to solve the current problems, he had to help Raeder's endorsement whitewash the victory, declaring that the fleet had once again defeated Britain and that the dying Churchill regime was about to fall. Otherwise, once Franco, the cunning loach, finds out the truth, I don't know how much more I will pay if I want to convince him!

"What about Jonas, is he still in Hamburg and does not know what to call a marine?" Thinking of this important chess piece planted in the navy, but at the moment he was doing something that had nothing to do with his own plans, Hitler, who was in a bad mood, couldn't help but grit his teeth and speak. A few months earlier, Hitler had indeed encouraged Jonas to learn the military of the Marines, but that was so that he could be gilded in the Battle of France, and thus win him over from Raeder's cold reception through grace. Throughout, Hitler wanted Jonas to increase the influence of the National Socialist Party in the navy and break Raeder's autocracy, and everything else needed to make way for that goal.

The faint sound of broken footsteps gradually sounded, hurried but light enough not to be annoying, and in less than ten breaths, the fat Bowman came in through the side door. As the Führer's secretary, Baumann followed Hitler almost like a shadow every day, and even when Hitler was quiet and alone, he only temporarily disappeared from the latter's sight, but he would appear at the first time when he was called. At this moment, hearing the desire to learn in Hitler's cathartic words, Bauman immediately recovered from his hidden standby state.

"General Brom returned to Berlin on 16 August. Field Marshal Raeder originally wanted him to be commander of the 3rd Air Force, but General Brom refused the appointment, saying that he would continue to be responsible for the preparation of the Marine Corps until it had formed its initial combat strength. Bowman spoke softly, with no deferential expression on his face, "It's just that General Brom did not return to Hamburg after making this statement. These days, he frequents the office of the Minister of Propaganda at night, and spends long hours at the Berlin Opera during the day, not knowing what he is doing. ”

"Goebbels?" Hitler frowned, a sharp glint flashing in his gray pupils.

In previous years, Goebbels had maintained a peaceful and independent position in the party and had not taken part in anyone's gang struggles. But since last month, Goebbels has suddenly gotten involved with Economy Minister Walter and has been promoting the latter's so-called "Hitler ideas" with unprecedented force. In the face of the powerful waves caused by this propaganda, Hitler, who was at the center of politics, had no choice but to choose to add fuel to the fire against his will; As a result, Walter, who was bound to lose power, miraculously continued his life and sat back on the throne of wealth as Minister of Economy.

Although Hitler was the biggest beneficiary of this political wave, and his personal authority once again swelled rapidly with the rise of national worship, the collusion of these two ministers still made him instinctively alarmed. Jonas was the nephew of W. Lt, and he frequented Goebbels to decipher too many meanings. Hitler's eyes flickered, and he did not speak again for a long time. Suddenly, his heart moved slightly, as if he had grasped a certain point.

In the Capitol building, one street away from the Prime Minister's Office, Fang Yan, dressed in a dark blue admiral uniform, was hunched down on a desk with the head of the Führer's head and quickly writing lines of text. Goebbels, who was thin and small, stood beside him, silently watching, and the National Socialist swastika armband on his left arm was particularly bright and eye-catching.

"Jonas, what do you really think?" Goebbels stared coldly at the side face of the man in front of him, and slowly spoke. In the last ten days, the naval hero has visited him six times in a row, each time bringing with him enough glorious songs to be sung throughout Europe, as well as clever and blood-pumping slogans. At first, Goebbels was pleasantly surprised and excitedly said that this was an excellent propaganda material for the implementation of the personality cult of Hitler, but as the number of times increased, Goebbels finally woke up from his reverie and began to really calmly trace the origins.

What's in this guy's head? If he really came to his senses and worshipped the Führer as a god, he should not just present a few songs, but should immediately build up a campaign for the Führer in the navy, and at worst set up an organization such as the "Society for the Study of Hitler's Thought". But if he did not have absolute faith in Hitler, but only wanted to flatter and improve himself, then the music he composed is completely inexplicable—the style, feelings, and characteristics of these music are too distinctive and prominent to be the work of others!

As for the possibility that Fang Yan may suffer from schizophrenia, it is not in Goebbels' consideration. Not to mention the possibility of a talented young general suffering from mental illness, Goebbels is half a psychiatrist after so many years of propaganda, and he has never heard of anyone who can split into two souls with completely opposite ideological positions. If it weren't for the network behind Fang Yan, Goebbels really wanted to inform Himmler and bring Fang Yan back to study in slices: with Himmler's enthusiasm for mysticism and spirituality, Fang Yan would definitely be a hundred satisfied with this research object!

Feeling the complicated emotions of the person beside him, Fang Yan finished writing the last stroke steadily, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency Goebbels, you don't have to doubt my motives. The important thing is whether these things can bring you enough benefits. Isn't it the credit of your propaganda that you have achieved unprecedented success through the Führer's ode and Hitler's ideas, and now the unlimited support of the people for the Führer? ”

"No, you have to answer my question." To Fang Yan's surprise, Goebbels showed a rare resolute attitude. The thin face with slightly shrugged cheekbones had a serious expression on his face, and he said in a cold voice: "It is precisely because of the previous vigorous propaganda of "Hitler's Thought" that I found out that I had been involuntarily labeled as your uncle. It really wasn't my intention to get involved in a power struggle within the party, so I need you to answer now. ”

Fang Yan pursed his lips, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his expression became calm and solemn. After a moment of silence, Fang Yan looked into Goebbels' eyes, nodded slowly, and said, "Okay." In fact, I have only one purpose in doing these things, and that is to fundamentally solve the problem of domestic mobilization capacity and ensure that there will be enough production for future wars. ”

Goebbels' eyes changed abruptly. He took a deep breath, his gaze condensed, as if he had met the young man in front of him for the first time. ()

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