The last time the Germans fought the desert peoples was in the last world war, when the Ottoman army, trained by German military advisers, had a lot to do with the Arab rebels supported by the British.

The British supplied the Arab sheikhs with large quantities of cheap weapons to incite them to launch armed rebellions against Ottoman rule in order to recognize their right to rule in the land.

"There will be no second Lawrence, the British Prime Minister has already assured me." Xu Jun sat on a huge Persian carpet placed on the lawn of the fortress, holding a large Wang in his hand.

"The British have tasted the bitter wine they have brewed, and Churchill is much more sober on this subject." In his hand was a gold-plated and silver-trimmed cigarette stick with a rubber hose attached to a Turkish hookah inlaid with multicolored gemstones.

"What do you think of this gift? Weirle. Xu Jun patted the head of the hound dog Cú Chulainn and motioned for him to go to the side to play.

"This dog grows too fast, my Führer." Tysenhofen carried a tray and carefully avoided the large hounds running on the meadow.

"Nice hookah, the Turks were not too slow to react, they also felt the threat of the USSR to them." Wehrler took a puff of a refined shisha with a fresh, fruity flavor and threw up a smoke ring. (The Turkish shisha was invented by India and then penetrated into the Ottoman Empire through Persia, and then spread to every corner of the empire, and has been called Turkish shisha for the last century, but now the name has been changed to Arab shisha by some well-wishers.) ）

"Greece and Romania and Yugoslavia have all joined our alliance, the Lesser Balkan axis has collapsed, and Turkey has only two options before it, whether to fall to us or to the side of the Soviet Union." Xu Jun picked up a cup of fruit tea from Tysenhofen's tray.

"My Führer, Ismat. Inonu is a resilient politician and a veteran of several wars, and no one can force him to make a choice he doesn't want. Wehrle leaned to the side, leaning against a velvet cushion.

"That's why I agreed to their request to form an alliance with Turkey again at the right time. But not now, it will irritate the Russians. Our defence still needs to be strengthened, and our strength needs to be strengthened. Xu Jun took a sip of fruit tea and put the crystal cup on the tray on the carpet.

"By the beginning of next month, we'll have half a million troops ready to go, and by March, that number will be doubled. My Führer. Werler said with a puff of smoke.

"It's not fast enough, Weirle." Xu Jun shook his head and said.

"The troops need to be trained, and they need to be replenished with a lot of supplies and equipment. My Führer. Wehrle replied.

"Let Halder tell me this himself, Verrle." Xu Jun said with a smile.

"My Führer, the Army Command, is indeed experiencing some difficulties there." Weirle acknowledged with a wry smile.

"I know what they are worried about, the surge in the number of new recruits will weaken the combat capability of the old troops, but Verle, we can't just look at ourselves, we must know that the situation of our enemies in the future is the same, their combat effectiveness is also declining rapidly, and this trend of decline will not be reversed in a short time. The situation now is that the longer the situation drags on, the more favorable the situation will be for us, and sooner or later Stalin will find out about this. Xu Jun picked up the half-smoked cigar, struck a match and re-lit the cigarette butt.

"I think it's better for you to talk to Commander Brauchitsch yourself."

"Well, I'll find a chance to talk to him." Xu Jun threw the match into the tray.

Feeling that the Führer was in a somewhat depressed mood, the chief of staff hurriedly changed the subject, and the chief of staff said with a smile: "General Quchler's Afrika Korps should have arrived in Egypt by now." ”

"What do you think of this war, Weierle?" Xu Jun moved his arm, then looked at the chief of staff and asked, "I heard that many people think that there is no need for us to fight a war that is not beneficial to the empire for the sake of the British. ”。

"There are indeed such statements, mainly some young officers in the General Staff, who are not suspicious of your decision-making, but who do not quite understand the significance of our participation in the war."

"Isn't there anyone among the senior officers who are curious about this?"

Wheeler took a puff of smoke and shook his head and replied: "The generals do not have such thoughts, and everyone is now focused on the reorganization of the troops and the new personnel transfer of the high command. ”。

"It's also true, the Arabian Peninsula is too far away from Europe, and it's not the Crusader era." The Reich Führer laughed.

"Tysenhowen!" The Führer turned his head and shouted to his adjutant.

"Here, my Führer." Tysenhofen stepped forward quickly.

"Inform Colonel Dogen, assemble the troops, and we will return to Berlin this afternoon." Xu Jun stood up with a cigar in his mouth.

"Didn't my Führer say that he would not go back until the day after tomorrow?" The chief of staff asked suspiciously.

"The plan has changed, Weierle, the plan has changed." Xu Jun replied with a smile, and he took the marshal's staff handed over by Tysenhofen.

"Let people pack these up and be careful, this rug is worth a lot of money." Xu Jun instructed Tysenhofen.

"Yes, my Führer." Tysenhofen nodded and obeyed.

"Chirp!" The Führer put his finger to his lips and whistled loudly.

"Go back, Cúchulainn!" Xu Jun greeted loudly, looking at the Scottish deer hounds that were galloping over when he heard the sound, a bright smile appeared on the Führer's face.

"The Führer didn't talk to you about this?" Marshal Brauchitsch frowned and swallowed the brandy in his mouth.

"He didn't mention it, and it's not a secret anyway." Kettel placed the glass on the table and picked up the crystal bottle.

"Is it twenty-five tons or thirty tons?" Bock turned to look at Guderian.

"The total weight of the battle is thirty tons, and the manual I got says so." Guderian shrugged his shoulders.

"I think it should be classified as an assault gun." Marshal Moder scratched the side of his nose.

"It's been determined, it's a tank destroyer." Guderian reminded loudly.

"It should be prioritized for deployment to artillery units at various support points." Marshal Bock picked up his coffee cup.

"This weapon should be used in conjunction with tank companies to maneuver on the flanks, waiting for opportunities to ambush the opposing side's armored vehicles and infantry, and I think it would be a waste to deploy them to fixed positions." Guderian pointed to a few photographs on the table of a specially shaped self-propelled gun.

"What did the Führer call it?" Brauchitsch asked suddenly with his head raised.

"The Führer called it 'rhino horn', Your Excellency the Commander. Guderian replied.

"You should know this best, when will the trial be made public?" Bock looked at Keitel.

The chief of staff of the High Command had a smug look on his face, which was a privilege reserved only by the Führer's henchmen, and he said happily: "I will arrange it when I return to Berlin, and the Führer has his own timetable." ”。

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the lounge, and a staff officer stepped forward to open the wooden door, and found the Führer's adjutant office standing at the door.

"The Führer has changed his plans, he will be returning to Berlin in the afternoon, you guys hurry back and pack up, now there are only three planes left at the airport." Weirle stood in the doorway and shouted loudly.

"Oh, hell, Schulz! Go back to your room immediately to pack your bags. ”

"I bought a bunch of gifts in Vienna, do you have any spare space on the plane?"

"Don't think too much, Marshal, it would be nice to have a seat."

"Can't you bring in a few more planes, Weierle, you must know that this place is full of German field marshals." The break room was in chaos.

"I'm just here to inform you that if you have any questions, you can go directly to the Führer, and I'm sure he will be happy to answer your questions." Wehrle had a wicked smile on his face.

"It's all your fault, Keitel, it's all your fault, I wouldn't have bought so many things if I knew I wouldn't have bought them." Brauchitsch took his glass and poured the brandy into his mouth in a rage.

PS: Sorry, it's a little late today, so I beg your pardon.

Because of the discovery of some new information, the plot needs to be fine-tuned, so tonight's addition needs to be postponed to tomorrow, I hope you can understand.

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Thank you, Desert Storm is about to happen, and I promise that the plot will be even more exciting.