The Mediterranean is sunny, and the rain is still pouring down on this side of the Calais. Listening to the dense sound of rain outside the window, Brauchitsch checked the meter in the mirror, then turned off the faucet, the field marshal took out his handkerchief and dried his hands, turned back and picked up the marshal's staff placed by the washbasin, opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.

"I don't think Manstein will follow the schedule, he is in command of Cyprus." Yodel was standing in the hallway discussing with Keitel.

"Just received the message." Seeing Brauchitsch come out, Keitel handed a telegram to the commander-in-chief of the army.

"What happened to Manstein?" Brauchitsch asked, looking at the telegram.

"He seems to be preparing to launch an early roundabout, he has just won a victory, and the morale of the troops is very high." The three senior officers chatted as they walked down the corridor, saluted by officers and soldiers along the way.

"Whatever Moder needs, he will be dispatched immediately, and the Führer's orders must be carried out first." Brauchitsch handed the telegram back to Keitel.

"I will personally supervise this work, and you can rest assured." Keitel received the telegram and said he obeyed the order.

"Attention! Attention! The non-commissioned officer on duty at the door hurriedly shouted loudly, and the officers and soldiers who were eating and waiting in line to receive the meal in the dining room all stood in place and saluted the three giants of the headquarters who walked in the door.

Brauchitsch raised the marshal's staff in return, and he glanced around the dining room with a serious look on his face, and nodded slightly. The officers and men lowered their arms and continued their original activities, and the cafeteria resumed its previous liveliness, but the voices of talking to each other were much lower than before.

A dining room attendant dressed in a white duty uniform ushered the three officers to the senior officers' dining area, where their fixed seats were reserved.

"Baum, it's the same old rule today, please get me another soda. Add ice. Brauchitsch sat down and handed the cap and the marshal's staff to acclimatization.

"Mine, please get me a beer, yodel, where's you?" Keitel turned his face and asked his deputy.

"A beer, on the rocks, thank you."

"Mine with ice too." Keitel handed his military hat to the waiter.

"It's terrible." Brauchitsch clasped his hands to the back of his head. Moving his neck, these days of continuous work made him have to admit that he is old, and he is no longer the age to spend his energy at will.

"The situation on the other side is even worse than here, with no one managing the drains and gates, and most of the rainfall areas are starting to show signs of flooding. Fortunately, the Meteorological Observatory reported that the rain clouds had begun to slowly subside, otherwise we would have to start thinking about whether to continue the current offensive. Jodel said as he played with the salt shaker on the table, as if he was interested in the octagonal glassware. The waiter pushed the cart to the table, and he began to serve the food to the triumvirate according to the size of the rank.

"The smooth flow of supply lines is key, and Bock reports that there are no delays at this time. Their worst enemy now is the weather, not the British. Heaven is fair, and the rain is tormenting our enemies as well. This morning Guderian's Panzer Division intercepted a British troop carrier, and because the heavy rain obscured the view, they rushed headlong into the station that was already under our control. Keitel took a sip of his beer, nodding his head in satisfaction with the quality of the drink in his hand.

"The Meteorological Observatory said that it would clear up in a day, and then the air force would be fully dispatched, and we had to regain the lost time before the British could react. Completely block their escape route. Jeshunek just complained to me that he lacked enough dive bombers on hand. It's funny, like we wouldn't have fought without Stuka. Brauchitsch shook off his delicately folded napkin, and he felt ridiculous about the Air Force chief's worries.

"That is the order of His Excellency the Führer, and how dare he express his dissatisfaction with it?" Keitel took a knife and fork and began to cut the tender pork knuckle that had been stewed on the plate.

"How do I know what he thinks, anyway, I ask him to guarantee that there is enough air support for the attacking forces after a day. Then again, this time the West Tooth Extractor was really dizzy. He would listen to the rhetoric of the Italians and want to recover Gibraltar. Don't they see that this is an important goal that the Führer has coveted for a long time? Brauchitsch forked a Viennese sausage and delicately chopped it into pieces.

"They overestimated their own capabilities while misjudging how the Empire might react to it. They thought we were entangled in Britain and could only acquiesce in this adventure of theirs, I think. Yodel used a fork to form a small piece of mashed potatoes, dipped it in pepper and black gravy, and put it in his mouth.

"We all agree on this, Mussolini is simply not self-conscious, Franco is probably not a reckless person, I have spoken to him a few times before, and he has been very calm and shrewd." Brauchitsch took a sip of cold soda, pulled the corner of his napkin and wiped his beard.

This time the French took advantage of it, but it was also an early achievement of the strategic goal. According to the original plan, the operation should have been started after the defeat of the British, but this time because of the recklessness of Italy and Spain, it can only be launched in advance, and it seems to me that the French are not well prepared enough, and I do not know if it will cause other chain reactions. Keitel changed the subject, he now loves and hates the French, and the Germans have put so much effort into the early stage, but in the end they have drunk the first soup.

"If we hadn't had deployed so many troops in Corsica long ago, we wouldn't have had time to respond to the Italian provocation in a timely manner. The French, who had been on the island for more than a month, finally got their wish today, and these French soldiers, who were supposed to be peeling potatoes in the prisoner of war camp, should now thank the Führer for his generosity. Yodel accosted.

The surprise attack by the French surprised everyone, especially Mussolini in Rome, who was completely stunned by the French's complete set of punches. Who would have thought that the French would come out to stir up the situation at such a critical moment, and what is even more unexpected is that the Italian side showed no power to resist the attack of the French.

Mussolini could never have imagined that the timing or location of these attacks was not accidental, but the result of a collusion between France and Germany, who had been secretly preparing for the campaign. The ultimate goal is to kick Italy out of the chess game.

However, the conspirators did not expect to do so early, and both Xu Jun and Petain underestimated Mussolini's exuberant spirit of death. Originally, the two foxes conspired to find a reason to attack Italy after the German army conquered Britain, but they didn't expect Mussolini to be so ruthless, and they stepped on the bottom line of the German Führer with the first kick when they went out.

After receiving Xu Jun's call, Petain was immediately overjoyed, and the old marshal immediately summoned the heads of the Ministry of Defense to announce the good news. The French will take revenge on the arrogant Italians, and this time Germany will stand with France.

The French infantry divisions released by Germany earlier, three of which are now fully equipped in Corsica for recovery training, these units have participated in the early battles with the German army, belong to the rapid reaction force sequence as the first wave of resistance, have received very strict professional training, and showed great courage in the early stage of the war, and finally surrendered completely because they were outflanked by the German armored forces.

Because of their rare combat experience, these troops were regarded by Petain as a valuable killer weapon at hand. Not only is it equipped with a large amount of the latest equipment, but a lot of German teaching materials are mixed in with the training. Important brainwashing efforts were prioritized, and all soldiers were fed with a bunch of arguments about Franco-German goodwill dominating Europe and that everything was the fault of the British, in order to ensure that these guys would not fire at friendly forces from behind when they acted in concert with the German Army in the future.

In order to punish the Italians, Xu Jun also paid for his blood, and the newly formed naval aviation and part of the bomber wing were quickly transferred to the south of France, which were supposed to show their might in the British campaign. Now it is only possible to vent their frustration on the heads of the Italians.

The earlier training wing, which flew French aircraft, was also put into the operation, and some of the advanced aircraft were replaced by the original French pilots. Compared with the German eggs that had only flown for a few months, these French people were more familiar with these sophisticated weapons and were more able to exert their power.

The French have long held their breath against the Italians, and the Germans have not talked about it for the time being, how to say that both sides are hard to shake the front, but they were stabbed in the back by a pig. This is a problem that the proud Gallic rooster cannot tolerate.

On the evening of the plane's arrival, the French dispatched two full wings of pilots, together with their German counterparts, to dispatch 80 bombers at a time to bomb several Blackshirt garrisons near the Italian border.

The air force of Italy, which lacked a radar system, was simply unable to respond. By the time they arrived, the ground was already littered with corpses, and the barracks and fortresses were on fire.

At midnight that day, the Franco-German Air Force launched a larger operation, with 80 German JU88s and 60 French Brock 210s crossing the border and deep into the Italian mainland, carrying out a retaliatory and indiscriminate bombardment of the famous city of Turin in northern Italy.

This historic city is the heart of northern Italy, and the bombing has plunged the entire northern region into chaos where everyone is at risk. Fearing a surprise attack by the French Army and Air Force, the Italian Army began to withdraw from the northern Alps early the next morning, and fifteen divisions of the Army withdrew to the plains to rebuild a new defensive line.

The French troops in Corsica launched an all-out attack on Sardinia, twelve kilometers away, the next morning. The French troops were at an unprecedentedly high level of fighting spirit, and many commanders reported that their men were cheering when they heard that the Italians were about to be attacked, and that there was no need for any mobilization for battle.

The French had long been prepared to cross the sea, the two islands were so close to each other that some troops even had their own longboats, and the soldiers could not wait for the motor boats to tow them, and they paddled these wooden sampans and launched a landing operation towards Italian territory.

After the campaign began, German naval aviation and air forces began to settle in Corsica, and a German army pilot regiment carrying a large amount of air force logistics also set foot on the famous French island.

According to the information provided by the German side, the French Air Force accurately and quickly eliminated the air force stationed in Italy, and firmly controlled the air supremacy in this area at the first time. The Luftwaffe fighter unit was involved in part of the sweep and suppression operation, and these fighters with the French Air Force insignia were cleared of all flying targets within a radius of tens of kilometers of Sardinia and the surrounding area before noon.

The French Navy's long-range patrol planes immediately engaged in a sea sweep operation, repeatedly searching the waters around the island, and once they found any ships going to sea, they would immediately call in the attack force to support them, and nearby bombers and fighters would send all the Italian ships that wanted to escape the sea to the bottom of the sea.

Some of the German HNA dive bombers performed very well in these missions, and their French counterparts were amazed by the precision and speed with which they attacked.

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