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"Do we have any reinforcements here today?" An Italian officer lowered his binoculars and asked his men with a frown.

Originally, Benghazi, as an important port close to the front line, has always been a key city for Italy to build.

Now there is a mountain of supplies here, and a lot of things that are transported to the front line have to be transferred here.

Because of its importance, there is a garrison of 3,000 men, a little more than Tobruk's.

Now, from the opposite direction of the front, an unidentified unit drove over, which, of course, all at once caused nervousness among the Italians.

However, the tension was quickly dissipated, because the other side apparently did not want to cause misunderstanding, and sent its own liaison force from a long distance.

Two cars, one behind the other, rushed into the defensive positions of the local Italian defenders, and the cars were filled with German officers.

One of the officers at the head had sand and dust on his hat, and it looked like he hadn't had much rest along the way.

As he stood up from his open-top car, he patted the dust off his body with his gloves, his clothes like a Tunisian carpet, seemingly hiding endless sand and dirt.

"I'm Lieutenant General Erwin Rommel! Who is in charge here? Rommel pursued all the way and soon reached Benghazi, where his army was gathering outside the city, but the goods promised to him by the Führer did not seem to have yet arrived.

"General! This is where the Italian army is stationed, and although you are allies, it is best to keep a certain distance! The Italian officer at the head replied with a smile.

He pointed to the anti-tank gun beside him: "We were all aiming at you just now, next time maybe the sand and dust will block it, and you won't have such good luck!" ”

Rommel nodded, he didn't have time to waste words on these Italian officers, after all, he was now in a hurry to save the Italian 10th Army according to the predetermined plan.

He put his hand on the brim of his hat, and then replied, "I'll pay attention to your proposal!" Now, I want to get down to business with you! ”

As he spoke, Rommel pointed to the Afrika Korps troops that were getting closer and closer behind him, and said to the Italian officer in front of him: "We're going to make some additions in Benghazi, and then we're going to Tobruk!" ”

"I'm afraid it's a little difficult! Your Excellency, General! When the Italian officer heard that Rommel was going to Tobruk with so many men, he opened his mouth to persuade him.

He pointed behind him, because he was facing in the direction of Rommel, so at this time he was facing away from the road to Tobruk: "It's congested there right now. ”

In order to bring enough supplies to the front line, the roads and railways were congested, and there were convoys of trucks and mules resting on the roadside.

This did cause congestion on the roads, and British planes frequented from time to time, but because of the constraints of the model, it did not cause much damage.

"We're going to Tobruk anyway, and, I want to know, here's a batch of our equipment, have you received it?" Rommel asked with a smile.

A few hours ago, Benghazi did arrive with a batch of German equipment from Italy, and the Italian commanders had not yet figured out why the equipment and personnel were being transported to Benghazi, and they did not expect the main owner to come!

"That's your supplies and supplies?" The Italian officer asked Rommel with a look of envy.

He saw at least 30 tanks being unloaded from the ship, and when they came out, they were not finished, and there should be quite a few tanks in the ship.

The tanks were accompanied by well-trained German soldiers, dressed in the summer training uniforms of the Afrika Korps that had been prepared long ago, and wearing cool hats like a group of archaeologists or tourists.

Aside from being a little curious about what was in front of them, they didn't seem to be so layman, and it was obvious that they had been trained in desert adaptation and had well-trained military qualities.

The German tanks used a lot of welded armor and used the more formidable 50 mm long-barreled high-power gun, which was much more powerful than the M11 used by the Italians.

It's not 43 years when tank technology was overflowing, when the T-34 was everywhere, and the Tiger and Leopard were everywhere...... Now, in the North African theater of operations, the German army is equipped with the No. 3 improvement, which can already be said to be a powerful tank!

What's more, these tanks have also been modified, and the side panel skirts make them appear more massive and shock the Italians even stronger.

"Looks like my package has arrived!" Rommel said with a smile to his lieutenant beside him.

His joke made the German officers in the car laugh along, and Rommel handed his papers to the Italian officers: "I'm going to the port to pick up my cargo, don't you mind?" ”

"Of course I don't mind, to be honest, your tanks take up too much space!" The Italian officer glanced at the papers, then returned the notebook to Rommel, and arranged for an officer to lead the way in a car in front and help the Germans get their supplies back.

The docks were still in chaos, with ships loading and unloading all kinds of cargo floating on the sea, and many ammunition boxes stacked on top of each other, looking terrifying.

German tanks were already lined up in the harbor, crowded with some Italian trucks loading and unloading supplies.

The German soldiers sitting in the tanks watched curiously as the Italians loaded food and ammunition into their cars, and some pointed at the Italian anti-aircraft guns in the harbor.

Rommel's car, guided by an Italian officer, arrived at the port and saw his troops. His car slowly came to a halt in front of his tank, and Rommel stood in the back of the car watching his troops from afar.

Several seasick German soldiers were still crouching on the edge of the pier, vomiting in the water, but a German officer led by him saw a car approaching his tank.

The car was really worn, the doors were covered with yellow sand, and the windshield was covered with unwiped marks.

If you have to describe it, this car is the same as what was dug out of the terracotta warriors and horses pit of Qin Shi Huang, and the gray color is not clear at all.

The officers in the car did not have the same neat and rigorous image as the German officers, with the leading officer wearing a scarf around his neck, and the goggles hanging around his neck and hanging from the top of the telescope.

Even the usual dazzling, awe-inspiring epaulettes of the lieutenant general were now concealed by a deplorable military coat, the most common style of the double-breasted, similar to that of the soldiers.

If it weren't for the fact that he wore a dirty officer's big-brimmed hat on his head, it would have been difficult to even associate this man with a German commander.

In the back of the car, an officer-clad adjutant sat next to him, somewhat identifying the frustrated Afrika Korps commander, who otherwise looked no different from an ordinary German front line lieutenant.

"Victory! Monarch! It's a pleasure to meet you, sir! The commander of the German tank unit walked up to Rommel's car, stood up and raised his arm in salute.

Rommel didn't talk nonsense either, and directly threw his officer ID card to the commander of the German armored forces in a decent military uniform in front of him: "Hand it over!" ”

"Yes! Sir! Glancing at his papers, the German officer, after returning the notebook to Rommel, replied: "I am now under your command!" Sir! ”

"Take your people and set off with me!" Rommel was in a hurry, and did not want to talk nonsense, and said: "How many people, how many tanks did you bring?" ”

"Sir! Because we were lucky enough to catch up with a couple of large ships, there were a few more troops arriving. The officer stood next to Rommel's car and reported.

He pointed to the German tank vehicles waiting behind him: "A total of 50 No. 3 tanks were delivered, as well as 4 armored vehicles and 10 trucks. ”

When Rommel heard this amount, he was immediately overjoyed. He had always been troubled by the lack of troops in his hands to face the powerful British army.

Now he had almost doubled his troops, and the number of tanks No. 3 and No. 4 had reached 85 tanks, enough for him to fight the British.

These tanks, according to the establishment of the German army, are almost two armored battalions, and counting armored vehicles and other auxiliary vehicles, there is no problem in forming an armored regiment.

"We need to replenish oil, food...... And ammunition! Bring as many supplies as you can to Tobruk! As much as you can! Everyone has to carry more than their quota! Got it? Rommel gave the order as he looked at the new troops he had arrived.

Although much of the ammunition was not universal, Benghazi had a lot of supplies that Rommel desperately needed - gasoline, fresh water and food, which he needed could be supplied by the Italians.

"Sir! I'm sorry! To the delight of me, we were not given the order to supply the German troops. Hearing Rommel say this, the officer who accompanied Rommel explained in embarrassment.

"Oh, who said we were German combat troops?" When Rommel heard what the other party said, he asked with a smile.

He pointed to the iron boxes on both sides of his tank: "We are just transporting troops, just helping to send the supplies you urgently need to Tobruk as soon as possible." ”

In fact, he did bring transport troops, and the scale was quite large, and these trucks did not carry much food, and now they needed to get some supplies from the Italians.

"Fill all the trucks as much as you can, let's go to Tobruk!" Ignoring the Italian officers who were still stunned, Rommel smiled and ordered his men.

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