After Dr. Morel left, Fang Yan quickly ushered in many familiar faces. The well-dressed Navy comrades in www.biquge.info uniform all poured into this single ward: Lindeman, the captain of the Bismarck, the commander of the Air Fleet, Bomay, the commander of the 1st destroyer group, and others surrounded Fang Yan's bed. Seeing them appear, Fang Yan basically guessed the situation after he fell into a coma, and his heart was full of heaviness and self-blame. If it weren't for their last reckless miscalculation, they would not have returned with the ship because of the British Air Force's last counterattack.

“…… Jonas, you don't have to think so much. If it weren't for your judgment, the 3rd Formation in the port of Bergen would have been wiped out, and the army on the shore would have been wiped out. The final blow of the British was a complete stroke of luck, and you are not at all responsible for it. Bo Mei comforted. Everyone around said yes, and talked to Fang Yan about the battle loss ratio between the two sides, in order to prove what a rare victory this was. Lindemann said with envy that now that the media has completely portrayed Fang Yan as a hero of the Norwegian naval battle, and vigorously publicized it throughout the country, it is estimated that it will not be long before Fang Yan can be promoted again.

Facing the relief of his comrades around him, Fang Yan's mood recovered a little, but that remorse always remained in his heart, and it could not be erased. Before, out of vanity, strength, or eagerness, he accepted the appointment of brigadier commander without thinking after only 15 years of service, but the real one-sided treacherous battlefield, and the experienced and careful opponent, his shortcomings in accumulation still appeared. If Berme were to take command alone, he would definitely have enough fighters left for self-defense when the final wave of attacks was launched!

"I'm sorry for the officers and men of the Air Fleet who died under the bombing of the British Air Force......" Fang Yan whispered astringently, his eyes slightly red. Seeing this, Bo Mei sighed quietly, and motioned with his eyes that everyone's visit would end today, leaving Fang Yan enough time to calm down. The commander who commanded the battle for the first time always felt guilty and blamed for the death and injury of his subordinates, and constantly tortured his decision at that time in his heart, but the war and the relationship between the upper and lower classes were always cruel.

After a certain level, senior generals and commanders will only regard the soldiers killed and injured in wartime as a string of numbers, and no matter how tragic they are, there will be no psychological fluctuations. Bo Mei sighed lightly in his heart: What Jonas lacks is not only the precipitation of time, but also the cold-blooded heart of the general.

After resting heavily for an afternoon, Fang Yan was surprised to find that his relatives had brought his favorite dinner. Rudolph, the cheap father, still looks so strong and strong, and his clear and deep voice is not at all like that of a 63-year-old man, and his uncle Walter is becoming more and more of a powerful person, and his words and demeanors are more and more unangry and serious. However, Fang Yan is very aware of this protective color on Walter's surface, and there is not the slightest gap between talking and laughing.

And Freya, the eldest brother who has taken over most of the family business, also took the time to come to the hospital and hugged his younger brother to celebrate. If it weren't for Silvia hiding the news of Fang Yan's serious injury and hospitalization from her daughter, Fang Yan would have been able to hold a formal banquet for all members of the Brom family in this ward.

In the laughter and laughter of relatives, the heavy feelings in Fang Yan's heart finally dissipated little by little. In any case, he should not be depressed, there are still a lot of events waiting for him to change in the future. That night, Fang Yan rested very quietly, the cold wind, frost and snow whistling outside the window seemed to him to be in another world.

When I woke up the next day, it was very bright. Not surprisingly, today Fang Yan's ward ushered in another group of people who came to visit. In addition to his colleagues in the Navy, there were also some old and important members of the Kuomintang. Deputy Führer Hess and Fang Yan talked for a while, smiling at each other; Propaganda Minister Goebbels was even more eloquent in the face of Fang Yan, a heroic idol created by him, and talked about how many hot issues he could create with this victory.

Although Hitler did not show up, he sent his henchman Martin Bowman to offer condolences on his behalf. For a time, the hospital was full of SS soldiers on duty, and their exaggerated posture and serious alert nervousness made many spectators who did not know what was going on to think that something major had happened.

What Fang Yan didn't expect was that a large number of entrepreneurs and government officials he didn't know at all also pounced on him like hungry wolves. These people either rely on Fang Yan's father and brother for business, or they have power and resources for Walter, and now seeing that Fang Yan's relationship with the top of the National Socialist Party is still so close, they are even more enthusiastic, and they come desperately to show their faces. Even if Fang Yan is an officer and it is inconvenient for them to intercede directly, they can show an attitude in the eyes of the Walter brothers by doing so, which is definitely beneficial and harmless for their future development!

After patiently committing himself to a few people, Fang Yan finally couldn't help but see no visitors again in the name of recuperation. However, these people were not discouraged by this, they left letters one after another, and then sent all the gifts they carried to Fang Yan's house. Among them are treasures, jewels, gold and diamond jewelry, and more are the most direct checks and cash. Fang Yan finally understood how his uncle Walter was dragged into the water: with the blessing of power, the superior did not need to act at all, and there would automatically be countless people vying to send the money into his pocket!

As the days passed, the effects of the Norwegian naval battle faded after the hustle and bustle. Fang Yan's well-trained body recovered quickly, and he was able to get out of bed and walk on crutches on his own less than a week after waking up less than a week ago. In the past few days, Fang Yan has not been idle, but when he is in good spirits, he writes an operational report on the Norwegian naval battle little by little, and focuses on analyzing the power of carrier-based aviation. Fang Yan believed that after the test of this actual battle, the status of carrier-based aircraft as the main force in naval warfare will no longer be rejected or denied. In the future, the Navy's resources and manpower will be tilted toward this branch of the armed forces, and it will certainly become a normal practice that should be deserved.

Mussolini's mood has been very entangled in recent times.

On January 17, when Mussolini woke up from his mistress, Bertassi, who was nearly 30 years his junior, as he had always done, he found that Germany to the north had already taken decisive action at night. The main force of the German fleet, which had been silent for three months, poured out and helped the army to complete the control of the major coastal cities of Norway in a lightning lightning. The kings of Denmark and Norway were both captured, and the armies of both countries were not enough to unite the German army; The situation in Scandinavia has changed dramatically, and the traditional Entente bloc, led by the British, no longer has a foothold.

Up to this point, Mussolini was only slightly surprised by the German raid. After all, Denmark and Norway, two small countries, are too far behind Germany, and the latter, if they are seriously mobilized, can easily deal with them as easily as a bag of goods. He did not envy the German victory too much, but waited quietly for the British response, and if Britain could quickly gather forces to regain sea supremacy, the seemingly certain situation in Northern Europe would change again.

However, Mussolini only guessed the beginning, not the end at all. The British Home Fleet did make the first sortie, but they were completely defeated in the next day's encounter. According to the ambassadors in Berlin and London, the whole country of Germany rejoiced that day, and the celebratory fireworks were set off all night; But the whole city of London was sobbing, and countless people were grieving and dazed. The remnants of the British fleet were retreating, and Norway was in the German pocket. The red flag of 10,000 words was planted from the warm and bright Baltic Sea to the snowy Narvik, and Adolf Hitler will become the god of this ancient land inhabited by Viking people!

When you look at the latest map of Europe, you will find a world away from what it was in 1933. Austria, Czechoslovakia, Poland, Denmark, and Norway all disappeared and were replaced by a vast empire stretching from Belarus in the east, the Rheinbi River in the west, the Alps in the south, and the Barents Sea in the north. With an area of more than 1.1 million square kilometers and more than 100 million subjects, this territory is so rich in economy and industry that no other country in the world can match it except the United States on the other side of the Atlantic!

The thought that Hitler was the dictatorship of this huge country on the map made Mussolini feel a strong jealousy and desire to go crazy. In terms of age, he was 6 years older than Hitler; In terms of seniority, Hitler was still in prison in Munich when he became the prime minister of Italy. In terms of political thought, he was the ancestor and forerunner of fascism, and Hitler's theory of National Socialism was only a follow-up to his great ideas. In terms of starting point, the Italy he led was the victor of the world war, and it was much higher than Germany when Hitler first took over in terms of military strength, economy, and political influence.

However, only seven years later, Mussolini, who was dominating Europe at the beginning, has been completely squeezed into a corner by Hitler that no one cares about. In the last two years, in particular, Mussolini could only watch Hitler win one dazzling and brilliant victory after another, and he had no merit except to go to Ethiopia and bully a handful of African natives with poison gas, and to annex Montenegro, a small part of the Balkan Peninsula.

On January 30, the seventh anniversary of Hitler's rule, Mussolini was so sad that he didn't know how to send a congratulatory message to Berlin: because every word of congratulations seemed to sharply mock his incompetence - behold, Hitler even rushed up to England, which you feared the most, and slapped him twice, while you still dared to cower and tremble!

"It can't go on like this. I have to make a big deal to restore the glory of Italy! Mussolini clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.