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"Huh?" Hearing this cynicism, Mussolini and Plasca stopped laughing at the same time, and looked back angrily at the source of the sound, wanting to see which critic who was not afraid of death dared to mock the "Axis boss".

Turning around, the first thing that caught their eyes was a military hat embedded with a winged eagle insignia, and then a wisp of white and gold hair and a pair of sharp eyes that appeared under the military hat, but the most dazzling thing was the red scepter he was holding in his hand.

Praskar swore to heaven that he had never seen such a luxurious scepter, and that he could not recognize how many gems were set on it, as a nobleman.

The person who came was none other than the German Field Marshal and Commander-in-Chief of the German Army on the Western Front - Gerd von Rundstedt!

"I advise you to give up your desire to attack Greece, unless you want to face a complete defeat!" Rundstedt sneered.

"Humph! Why should we listen to you?! Plaska stiffened his neck and said, "You are the German marshal!" Not ours! ”

He was already unhappy with Rundstedt's mocking tone, and his coveting and jealousy of the scepter made him even more hostile to Rundstedt.

"Marshal Rundstedt! I know that you fought well in the French campaign, and you are deeply appreciated by Lyon. Mussolini squinted his eyes and said, "But to me, I still advise you to put away your arrogance and speak with respect, because I am your Führer's ......."

"You are the mentor of our Führer, I know I know!" Rundstedt interrupted Mussolini with an impatient wave, "Your Excellency, my ears are almost calloused when I say this......"

"If only you understood! If you understand, go aside, we don't need you to interfere in our Italian military operations! Seeing Rundstedt using the honorific, Plaska smirked, "And we are about to face a complete defeat, I really want to laugh at the dead, I think you are jealous of the strength of our Italian army!" ”

"Jealous that your army is strong?!" Rundstedt's eyes widened, he was clearly frightened by the words.

"Isn't it?" Plaska grinned, "Aside from that, you're giving me a reason to say, 'You're going to fail.'" ”

"Want a reason? All right. A man who had stood beside Rundstedt but had not spoken suddenly interjected.

"You are?" Praskar asked suspiciously, looking at the face of the person who spoke.

"Chief of the General Staff of the German Army on the Western Front, General of Infantry of the German Army, Erich von Manstein." Manstein replied with a smile, "Of course, it's normal that you don't know me, because I'm from the coalition command, and you're not!" ”

"You!" Praska's face turned red with anger when he heard Manstein's taunt, but he still tried to restrain himself from swearing, "Okay, Manstein, okay!" Tell me why! ”

"Is that enough reason that you are completely unprepared for this war?" Manstein tract.

"Not prepared?!" This time it was Prasca's and Mussolini's turn to widen their eyes.

"Look around, ammunition, medicine, food, fuel are all available, we have everything ready for this war!" Plaska laughed, "You tell me we're not ready?" ”

"Yes......," Manstein said, glancing at the Italian soldiers who were disembarking the train and heading to the station, "and continued, "you have prepared everything you need for the war, but you have nothing but the needs of the war. ”

"Then tell me, what do we lack?" Plaska asked rhetorically.

"Clothes, for example, are you ready for the winter?" Manstein asked.

"Winter?" Plaska was stunned for a moment, "But now it's not even autumn, what kind of winter are you talking about?" ”

"Hehe......" Manstein shook his head with a smile, "it was spring when we launched our attack on France, but we prepared winter clothes for all our soldiers, so we ended the war in the summer and didn't use winter clothes, can you understand when I say that?" ”

"Hell, you Germans are always inexplicable." Plaska sneered, "And I don't care how you Germans prepare, anyway, it will only take a month at most for our Italian army to take Greece!" But when we have a victory parade in Athens, you're welcome to come in winter clothes – if you're not afraid of the heat! Hahaha! ”

"Well, I'm overestimating you." Manstein sighed and said, "It's hard to talk to someone like you......"

"What do you mean, you cub?!" Manstein's barrage of taunts finally ignited Plata's anger, "Believe it or not, I'm going to let my soldiers detain you right now?!" ”

"Try it!" Rundstedt said coldly on the side.

"That's it! Say no more! Seeing the tension on both sides, Mussolini said angrily, "I don't care what orders your Führer gave you, but my military operations in Italy will not be your turn to dictate after all!" Let's go back and forth where the two of you are! ”

Mussolini just wanted to end the conversation, after all, people like to stay there and stay there, he is not the German Führer, he doesn't care, but he didn't expect Rundstedt and Manstein to nod happily.

"That's exactly what we do." "We weren't planning to stay here for long, and we're going to go back when some of the people arrive, because it's better to look forward to it than here." ”

"Just go back......" Mussolini and Plasca were relieved, but they quickly came to their senses, "Make sure some people arrive?" ”

"Yes......" Rundstedt nodded.

At this moment, a train whistle was heard in the distance, and soon a locomotive with billowing steam pulled a long line of carriages appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"Trains?" Mussolini glanced at the train in confusion, then turned to Plaska and asked, "Didn't you say that it was the last one?" ”

"Yes, this is indeed the last one...... "Plaska, gesturing at the train on the platform, scratching her head.

"Don't think about it, this column is ours!" Manstein said proudly.

Soon, the train pulled into another platform in the station, and when it came to a standstill, the doors of the carriages opened almost simultaneously, and a German soldier jumped out of the carriage in full armor, completed the formation under the leadership of his commander, and then brought out of the platform to make room for the troops behind.

At the same time, a flatbed truck dragged behind the passenger compartment was pulled away from the passenger platform by another locomotive and headed for the freight platform not far away.

After lifting the mask on the flatbed, the tanks with hideous faces revealed their true colors, and the armored soldiers waiting for the side jumped into the car neatly, skillfully started the tank engine, and roared away from the train along the unloading platform.

A few minutes later, an officer with the rank of major general, surrounded by soldiers, walked up to the crowd and saluted Rundstedt and Manstein: "Long live the Führer!" The 14th Panzer Division of the 16th Army Corps of the Wehrmacht arrived on time, please instruct the marshal! ”

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