Hitler was a genius of bravado, a talent that Xu Jun had to admire, and behind his keen political sense and judgment was the accumulated experience of long-term party struggle. Xu Jun knows that this aspect is his own shortcoming, and the gap cannot be crossed by technical means for the time being.

If you want to understand the current German society, Xu Jun is of course not as good as Hitler who lives in this era, but when it comes to global strategic perspective and international struggle, Hitler is completely out of reach in this regard, after all, the latter comes from an era of information explosion, and Hitler can only obtain information from the outside world from some newspapers and subordinate reports.

Strategic deception is a systematic project, and it cannot be accomplished simply by buying some double agents or sending some false information. Odin's plan is huge, and the members who can really get access to the core content add up to no more than a palm. Most intelligence officers only know what they are doing, and all they can see is a few small pieces of the thousands of pieces of the puzzle, and they know very well that when the whole piece of the puzzle is completed, it will be the day of the final battle.

"They shot at each other on the streets of downtown Tripoli, and the fighting was small but fierce." Kirsten stood behind Werler and reported respectfully.

The colonel had just received and commended the Führer, so he was wearing an army dress with red trim on the placket and collar edge, and the knight's cross he had just received hung on the collar. Kirsten tucked his large-brimmed military hat under his armpits, and his long blond hair was braided in a complicated bun at the back of his head, giving him a neat and heroic look.

"The documents carried by Thirteen are not the most important, but I didn't expect the harvest to be the largest of all the knights." Werler retracted the rod and re-strung a bait on the hook.

"Mainly the French and the British intervened in it, and they got more out of this operation." Kirsten walked over to Werler and crouched down.

"What did the Führer just say?" Weierle shook the rod in his hand and flicked the hook.

"The Führer doesn't seem to care much about this, and he may have more questions to consider." Kirsten held out his fingers and teased the small fish swimming in the bucket.

'It's true, he needs to think further than us to guide us to continue winning. You have to learn to look at things from the Führer's point of view, and maybe something new will come to your senses. Werler put the rod on the rod holder and pulled his cigarette case out of his pocket.

"Do you mind?" Wehrle opened the cigarette case and asked.

"Feel free to do so." Kirsten replied with a smile.

"It's a high-grade cigarette made in the United States, and the tobacco is much better than ours in Germany, and I smoke one every time I think about it." Wehrle pulled out a box of matches and lit a cigarette.

"You see, there's a lot of problems with this cigarette. The Americas are the best producers of tobacco and coffee beans, and our soldiers can't do without these two consumables, and if we are cut off from the supply of raw materials, we can only provide our soldiers with inferior substitutes. Although there is no problem in a short period of time, if it is a long time, it will definitely affect the morale of the troops.

This seems to be a problem that should be considered by those in the staff, but the Eye of Odin should also pay attention to these details, we must think of everyone ahead, find a way to avoid problems before they occur, and find ways to remedy problems after they occur, all of which are inseparable from intelligence support. "Wehrle teaches his favorite students.

"I see what you mean, General." Kirsten nodded in instruction.

"It's not enough to understand, we have to come up with a concrete plan. Well, maybe that's a bit difficult for you right now. Let's not talk about this for now, where did you talk about it earlier? By the way, tell me more about what happened in Tripoli. ”

"Tripoli, as I said earlier, the two of them had a shootout in the streets." Kirsten respectfully continued.

"We've been fooled, it's a trap!" Lorenzo picked up his Djegtyalev submachine gun and fired a long shot at the Fiat sedan across the street, sending a splash of sparks on the bulletproof steel plate attached to the car's door.

"This can't be done, the fire of the Russians is too strong, and we have already lost three people." An Italian gendarmerie sergeant cowered behind a mailbox and shouted at Captain Marhimer.

"Gabriano!" Malhimer shouted for his assistant.

"The corporal is in the second car." An Italian plainclothes agent shouted a report from a grocery store window when a barrage of bullets fired, and broken glass fell on top of the agent's head like a waterfall.

"Captain, we should retreat and wait for support from our superiors." The gendarmerie sergeant returned two shots from behind the mailbox, and he turned his head and shouted at Malhimer, who was lying on the side of the road.

"Tell me how to get out now, you bastard." Malhimer was lying on his stomach clinging to the pavement, he was in the area covered by Russian fire, and all that covered him was a thirty-centimeter-high flower bed, and he could not even stand up now.

"Gabriano!" Marhimer shouted.

"He's dead, Corporal Gabriano is dead, Captain." Another gendarme replied aloud.

"Damn! Bastard! Marhimer clenched his fists fiercely.

"What are we going to do now, Comrade Grove, the Italians may have surrounded this whole area." Petro loaded his PPD submachine gun with a new 71-round drum and pulled the bolt to reload with a sharp pull.

"It must have been Burka who betrayed us, I said he was not reliable at all, but you don't listen to me." Lorenzo suppressed the fire of one of the remaining Italian agents in the Fiat car, who had a Beretta 38 in his hand and was a threat to them.

"I'll talk about Burka's problems later, we have to find a way to break out now." Grove crouched next to a low wall, holding a Browning pistol in his hand.

"We don't have enough bullets, and the car was damaged by the Italians again, how can we break through." After Pietro finished speaking, he aimed at the post box across the street and fired two bursts.

"Then grab a car and see that truck over there? Lorenzo covered us, and Petro and I went to start him. Grove said aloud.

"I don't think it's a good idea." Lorenzo objected.

"Do you have any other options? Now there is only as he says. Pietro turned his gun and knocked out a brave and reckless Italian gendarme with a precise burst shot.

"Then please hurry, my bullets won't last long." Lorenzo began firing a single shot in succession at the Fiat and the surrounding Italian military police.

"Well, hold on, Pietro come with me!" Groff took two deep breaths, then jumped up and slammed into a half-ton Ford pickup truck on the side of the street.

The Italians also detected the Russians' intentions and began to shift their fire to the pickup truck, but the Italians were unable to shoot accurately due to Lorenzo's continuous firing.

Grove climbed into the cab, took out the engine crank and handed it to Petro. When they were training in China, they had learned to drive this kind of truck, and although it had been a long time, they were still very proficient in operation, and in just a few seconds, they successfully started the engine.

"So the Italians watched a couple of Russian spies flee?" Willelle asked happily.

"They didn't expect such heavy fire, in fact we didn't expect that. It is also a reminder of the need to strengthen the arming of executives. I was very impressed with the kind of submachine guns used by the Russians this time, especially the 71-round drum, which ensured the continuity of fire, so much so that the two submachine guns suppressed twelve Italian military police and agents.

However, the Russians were not able to get far in the end, and their truck crashed into reinforcements from the Italian Army. After a fierce battle, two Russians were killed on the spot, and one was seriously wounded and captured alive. The Italians suffered heavy losses, seven dead and twelve wounded, and one of the dead has been confirmed to be a senior director of the Italian military intelligence. Kirsten replied with a smile.

"The Italian military intelligence has lost face this time, and I really want to know what kind of expression Mussolini will have when he sees the report." Weirle lit another cigarette, threw the match on the ground, and stretched out his leg to extinguish the flame.

"If you're looking to see the angry face of this leader, I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities ahead." Kirsten replied with a smile.

PS: In the afternoon, the body is still a little unwell, finally does not affect the code word, today there are some problems with the network, the telecommunications repair efficiency is very high, and it is quickly dealt with.

Continue to ask for monthly passes, recommend tickets, and ask for everyone's clicks, support and encouragement.

The North African intelligence war is over, but this is only the beginning, and the best is yet to come.

Thank you all for your support. (To be continued.) )