Hitler had a habit of changing his itinerary at will, and as the supreme dictator of the Third Reich, he had every authority to do so, and he did not need to notify anyone in advance, and if you did not fulfill the Führer's request, it would only prove that you lacked the ability to do your current job. Xu Jun inherited all the power of the previous head of state, and compared with his purposeful predecessor, the new head of state behaved more casually.

The Führer's Reich One had been taken to Egypt by Dogen, but at the airbase on the north bank of the Spree River, an elite squadron of transport aircraft was on standby.

By the time the commander of the base, Major General Rudman, was notified, the Führer's motorcade was already on its way to the base. The Air Force Major General put down the phone, and then jumped to the wall of the office with an arrow step, and pressed the alarm switch without hesitation.

The air base was full of alarm bells for a while, and it was the lunch break at this time, and most of the officers and men were resting in the barracks, and only some of the maintenance and ground crew stayed on the tarmac to make preparations for the take-off of a few Mercedes-Schmidt fighters that had flight training missions in the afternoon.

Although the war in Europe was over at this time, the German army did not slack off, and the air force still maintained a high level of combat readiness and was fully prepared to deal with the next big war.

At the sound of the alarm bell, a group of air force soldiers rushed out of the barracks in full armor and hurriedly assembled in an orderly manner on the grass by the tarmac. Major General Rudman personally drove an open-top sedan and honked his horn all the way to the tarmac.

"All stand upright!" The company commander, who was taking a roll call in front of the queue, hurriedly shouted out the password loudly when he saw this.

"General!" The company commander trotted a few steps and came to Rudeman to stand up and salute.

"Time is pressing, the Führer's convoy will arrive soon, you immediately send two platoons to set up a cordon around the runway, leaving one platoon to line up the guard of honor on the tarmac." Rudman sat in the driver's seat and gave a loud order to the lieutenant of the Air Force.

This airfield guard company belongs to the anti-aircraft artillery unit, wearing the air force collar badge with a red military background, and they do not need to undertake field tasks, so the equipment is correspondingly lighter than that of army soldiers. The infantry wore only a cowhide belt with the Air Force insignia on it, no Army-style Y-straps, and no grocery bags, infantry shovels, or the famous gas mask canisters.

"Yes, General!" The company commander saluted again.

"Be fast, Lieutenant." The general shouted behind him.

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"My Führer, should we stop in Rome on the way?" Weirle asked in a whisper.

"No need, I don't have that much time, just fly to Taranto." Xu Jun was closing his eyes in his seat, he didn't even open his eyes, and decisively rejected Weierle's suggestion.

"If that's the case, our route will pass through Yugoslavia." Wehrle looked down at the map in his hand.

"Any questions?"

"Not at all, my Führer." Weirle quickly shook his head.

All countries that have signed military alliances with Germany have now unconditionally opened their airspace to Germany, which means that Luftwaffe aircraft can move around the entire European continent at will.

"Do we have warships docked in Taranto now?" The Führer opened his eyes and turned his face to look at Wheeler.

"I remember there was a destroyer." Wehrle replied.

After the Allied occupation of Taranto, the Italian fleet was taken over by the Germans, and 20,000 German troops were currently stationed in the port, where a large number of German naval recruits were conducting navigation and combat training.

The warships of the Italian Navy are designed for the Mediterranean combat environment, the pursuit of high speed and strong firepower, and because of the limited area of the Mediterranean, these warships do not need to have much endurance, the battleships of the Royal Italian Navy have always been known for their short legs. The French Navy is their greatest imaginary enemy, you ask why they don't regard the British Royal Navy as an adversary? Come on, the Italians did wave a little, but not neuroticly.

Now that all the pride of the Italian navy has fallen into the hands of the Germans, it is interesting to note that this incident has not caused much repercussions in Italy, except for those associated with the navy, ordinary citizens are largely indifferent to it, and they are more concerned about whether the price of spaghetti will rise because of the poor wheat harvest this winter.

Because of Mussolini's support, the Italian navy took up a lot of military spending and national resources, and when the motherland encountered a crisis, these bastards did not move, and even hid in the military port to plan a rebellion, what could be more shameless than this group of bastards? The Italian Navy is now notorious, and the sailors are afraid to wear their uniforms to the streets, for fear of being spat on the face of home-grown Vaseline by the fierce housewives in the streets.

"Raeder assured me that by March next year, the Mediterranean fleet would be back in combat effectiveness, and I was a little skeptical about that." After speaking, Xu Jun rubbed his cheeks and took a deep breath.

"We can only believe that what Marshal Raeder said is true, my Führer." Wehrle said.

"You're right, otherwise what else? The navy is a highly specialized branch of the armed forces, and the mere ability to operate cannot prove anything, and the officers and men must also pass the test of actual combat. Xu Jun folded his legs and held his knee with one hand.

In the European war, the German Navy's surface ship units performed impressively, and as a result, a large number of young Germans enthusiastically joined the army. The navy's various specialized schools are also expanding their enrollment, and there is a huge shortage of junior and junior officers in the navy, as well as professionals in various technical departments.

A group of non-commissioned officers with combat experience are sent to the officer school, and after sixteen weeks of intensive training, they will be promoted to second lieutenant officers. This would be almost impossible in peacetime, but in the current situation, the Navy can only break the rules of the past, and Raeder has no other solution until a new generation of naval officers grows up.

The German Navy's training system was overloaded, and new young cadets were now being sent to England in droves to learn the tactics and seafaring experience of the Royal Navy at the world-famous naval academies.

Although the Royal Navy of the British Empire suffered heavy losses, the British were still ahead of the world in terms of technology, and without a series of advanced technologies provided by the British, the US Navy would eventually be able to defeat the Japanese Combined Fleet, but it would never be as easy as in history.

For example, in this time and space, the British Royal Navy has developed a reliable shipborne radar, but it is clear that they are not going to tell their cousins on the other side this time, and the Royal Navy is now working with German scientists to further improve this radar.

On the other hand, the US Navy is completely ignorant of the technical principles and application of British carrier-based radar, and the US fleet at sea is still using the naked eye and carrier-based reconnaissance planes to search for traces of enemy troops.

"My Führer, it takes about five hours to get from Berlin to Taranto, and we can have dinner in Taranto." Tysenhofen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked back and said.

"You think of Italian food again?" Xu Jun joked.

"To be honest, it's really memorable, and hopefully they'll prepare that Italian smoked belly." Tysenhofen said with a smile.

"You can inform Taranto in advance, and the Italians should offer an order." Weirle chimed in.

"Don't be in such a hurry, we'll spend one night in Taranto today." Xu Jun turned his head to look out the window.

"It was a wise decision, my Führer." Wehrle takes off his monocle.

"I've reconsidered, you're right with Kirsten, it's really not a good idea to fly over the Mediterranean at night." The Führer did not turn his gaze back.

"It's you, my Führer, who make the final decision." Werler complimented.

"Weierle." The Führer looked out the car window at Berlin.

"Yes, my Führer."

"Don't comfort me."

"Understood, my Führer." The chief of staff smiled and took the order.

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