Theoretically, the British troops reinforcing Malta should be subordinate to the British Army Command in North Africa, and Cannin should not be on the back of this black pot. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, because the reinforcement plan on Malta Island requires the cooperation of the navy, and it is General Can'an who cancels the plan, so he has to carry this black cauldron.

On the battleship of the Italian Navy, a huge 320 mm gun turret was firing fiercely at the buildings on the island of Malta.

Flames erupted from the muzzles, tumbling and spreading, and the soldiers on the ships had to stay away from the turrets and plug their ears as much as possible.

On the sea, lacking combat experience in landing on the enemy's heavily fortified coast, the Italian troops themselves were in disarray, and until now they were not ready to attack.

"Our reinforcements won't come again......" Looking at a destroyer that had been destroyed by the Luftwaffe and sunk in the harbor, the commander of the British island of Malta said to his colleagues helplessly.

The commander of the naval fleet did not have any opinions, and a few hours ago, with the last destroyer completely destroyed, he already had nothing left to command.

Similarly, because there were no more planes capable of fighting, the Air Force Commander was already a bare-bones commander, and he looked at the Army Commander with a face full of helplessness.

At this point in the battle, the fools knew that there was no chance of victory, and even if they succeeded in repulsing the Italian troops spread on the sea, they would not be able to pay attention to the German paratroopers in the back of their heads.

There are still less than 8,000 British defenders on the island, and even if they continue to defend it, it is unknown whether they can fight until dark in such an isolated state.

The nearest German paratrooper unit was just over 3,700 meters away from them - if you don't want to surrender, you always have to find a way to solve these problems, don't you?

"We've done our best...... Gentlemen. The army commander looked at his colleagues and said, "Who thinks we can continue to fight?" ”

The commander of the Air Force looked at the commander of the Navy, neither of them spoke, and the fool knew that they could not continue to fight.

At most, until it was dark today, there was no need for them to surrender: the Italian and German attacking forces would destroy every pillbox and fortress on the island, and then hang all the living British.

"Well, since no one is willing to hold out, then I order surrender...... No one objected, right? The army officer at the head asked everyone around him.

Everyone still kept their mouths shut, because everyone here knew that the motherland had abandoned them, and they could only survive on their own now.

"Cannanh has abandoned us, and there is only one question left, to whom do we surrender?" The Army Commander asked his last question.

At least 5,000 Italian soldiers floated on the sea, still under the cover of giant artillery, making final preparations for the landing.

On land, the German paratroopers were already on the verge of reaching the core defense of Valletta from behind, and the nearest German position was just over 3,700 meters from their headquarters.

"We can't get close to the Italian fleet, the sea is almost full of boats they carry......" the commander of the British Navy scoffed.

……

"Don't shoot!" In front of a building with cracked windows guarded by German paratroopers, a British officer with a white handkerchief in his hand walked out of the trench as he spoke.

He cautiously walked around the corpse of a British soldier and looked at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him in horror: "Don't shoot!" I have something to say! ”

"Is there anyone who understands English?" A German paratrooper with a Mauser rifle suddenly turned back and shouted farther away.

Several German soldiers, still holding their weapons, watched warily at the enemy, who was holding a white handkerchief.

"I know something, what's the matter?" An officer of a German paratrooper company with weapons on his back, surrounded by two or three soldiers, approached from a distance.

They walked cautiously as well, rounding the broken walls that could obscure their figures, and keeping their heads as low as possible to ensure that they were not shattered by the gunmen on the other side.

"Hello, I'm Major Taylor, and I've been ordered to deliver a message to you." The major, who identified himself as Taylor, handed over his military ID and spoke slowly in English.

"He said he had something to do and was looking for us." The officer with the weapon on his back said to the commander of the paratrooper company beside him.

"Within half an hour, we will surrender all our weapons to you." Taylor said slowly, a pair of eyes looking at each other warily.

The German soldiers with Mauser 98K rifles on their backs were also looking at the British officer curiously, after all, they didn't have many opportunities to see the living British officer so closely.

"Uh...... They said they were going to surrender within half an hour...... I'm not sure, he mentioned weapons, which seems to mean laying down weapons. "The person in charge of the translation is only an officer, he is not a professional translator.

"Tell him that they are allowed to surrender, and that only those who have laid down their arms can leave here and go to safety." The company commander nodded and said this.

The part-time translator spoke three simple words that made the other party understand what they meant: "Allow, you, surrender." ”

Soon, the news reached the British command, and the German paratroopers saw British soldiers carrying various white flags coming out of their houses or trenches.

Before the Italian troops landed, German paratroopers had disarmed more than 4,000 British soldiers.

By the time the Italians actually launched a landing battle, the British in the coastal fortifications were ordered not to open fire.

As a result, this time the Italians made a big oolong: they frantically fired at the shore to embolden themselves.

I didn't notice that the Italians, who were very quiet on the opposite side, actually drowned 20 of their own soldiers because of panic, and the large army rushed to the shore to receive the order for a ceasefire.

In the end, in the course of the attack, they killed 13 hapless British defenders and lost 20 of their own, drawing an unsatisfactory end to the battle for Malta.

……

In the Chancellery, Berlin, Germany, Baumann passed by the SS guards standing on either side of the corridor with papers in his hand.

"Victory! Monarch! The guards on either side raised their chins and saluted Bowman, the Führer's secretary.

Their movements are uniform, with full momentum, and with the exquisite oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides, people feel the majesty and luxury here.

The "Führer......" knocked on the Führer's door, and Bowman waited at the door with some reluctance to wait for the voice inside.

Ever since the Battle of Malta began, the Führer had been so nervous that he could not sleep, and he stood in his office and ordered his men to bring all the news about the Battle of Malta.

Before going to sleep yesterday, the Führer was slightly relieved by the news that the Germans had captured Mosta, but it seems that the Führer had not yet left his office.

"Come in!" Inside, the Führer's voice came out, and he seemed weak. The soundproofing here is so good that Bowman almost didn't hear the order.

Bowman pushed open the door and was startled by the scene inside: Li Le already had a thick dark circle under his eyes, and he looked very haggard when he leaned against his desk.

"Victory! Monarch! He stood at the door, saluted Li Le, and raised his arm: "News from Malta." ”

"Good news, right?" Li Le felt that these two days were more exciting than his past year.

Doesn't it sound more exciting than playing roller coaster bungee jumping extreme sports and the like, starting a war to send tens of thousands of people to death?

It was because it was too exciting, so Li Le was overstimulated, since he crossed over, he rarely ate his favorite food, resulting in less and less food, and his mental condition was not very good.

Coupled with the battle of Malta Island, the mental torture of him, a traverser, caused him to look so haggard now.

If someone thinks that Li Le does not have the calmness that a leader should have, then he can buy a 400,000 lottery ticket by himself and wait for the lottery! (If you do buy it...... Well, that means you're really calm...... But IQ is worrisome...... ）

"The news that has just come back, sent by General Bootdent himself, that the British defenders have surrendered, and that Malta is already ours." When Bowman read this message, his face was also full of joy.

Because just on the 20th, that is, 4 days ago, a shipload of oil arrived in Italy, causing a national sensation in Italy.

Their investment in North Africa has finally paid off, and Libyan oil has been a shot in the arm, fueling Italy's hunger for war and the future.

And now, with the capture of Malta, it seems that the oil shortcoming has been made up for by the Axis powers, or at least it is possible to make up for it.

This is good news in any case, at least the funds promised by Li Le have been added to the books of the German armed forces on time.

The Navy got the aircraft carriers, the Air Force got more planes, and the Army got more and more tanks!

Although Mussolini resented that he had only acquired 30% of the production capacity of Libya's oil fields, the Italian dictator shut his mouth when the Führer, Tory Bintrop, brought a note to Mussolini.

It was also at that time that the Italian top brass began in earnest the plan to capture the Balkans.

"Malta is ours...... Finally, it's ours......" Li Le heard the news of the victory, and immediately felt the exhaustion of his body, he just wanted to find a pillow to rest now, and just wanted to sleep well.