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"How is this possible......" The Chief of Staff followed Oklegin's gaze and looked at the inconspicuous little port on the map. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
"After all the impossibilities have been ruled out, the remaining hypothesis, if it is no longer possible, is the correct answer." Oklakin smiled bitterly and spoke.
"Matru! is the crux of the matter! He stared at the map and spoke firmly.
Then he grabbed the phone in front of him.
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"Matrou? Of course I know it's Matrou! Cunningham said depressedly on the other end of the phone.
"At the time of the Battle of El Alamein, when my fleet discovered the main fleet of the Italian Navy on the outskirts of Matrou, I knew that there was something wrong with Matrou!" Cunningham smiled bitterly and said.
He also reminded his brother Alan Cunningham, but his brother did not listen to his advice, and of course doomed him to a painful defeat.
However, knowing that Matroux has a problem, what can he do? Could it be that it is necessary to cross Alexandria to the decisive battle of Matru and blockade the port of Matrou?
There were airfields for the Germans, and if the fleet remained there during the day, it would inevitably be threatened by the air of the opposing side. If you go at night, you can only play one round and leave, and it doesn't pose a threat at all.
Another reason is that because of the collapse of the reconnaissance and espionage system, the British side could not really determine the role of Matroux, and in this case, the rash use of the fleet would be a catastrophe if something went wrong.
Cunningham was not afraid to take responsibility, but he was afraid of losing the last glimmer of hope that Britain would turn defeat into victory. In that case, he would be a typical negative textbook, a national sinner in the decline and defeat of Britain.
He couldn't afford to carry this black cauldron, so he didn't want to carry it. As for the mine blockade, this is a feasible plan, but after retreating along the way, too many mines are used, and the inventory is already insufficient.
Originally, Britain had an advantage in the Mediterranean, so there were not many mines in stock, scattered in Alexandria and the periphery of Italy, and there were few left.
Relying on speculation to go to Port Matroux to lay mines, I really don't know whether this plan will be approved by the superiors or not...... Then again, isn't there still an air force?
"There is so much work in the navy lately, to cover the army's increase in troops to the Balkans, to replenish the military forces there, and to prepare for the retreat, there is no way to take care of Matru." Cunningham said.
However, he then added: "In response to Matru's situation, we are also making a plan of action, but we can't take action in a few days, after all, this is a temporary action." ”
Putting down Cunningham's phone, Oclekin knew that the Navy did have a heavy task, and he was really embarrassed to ask the Navy to continue to do something.
Drawing up a plan of action within a few days, and then attacking Matroux is already a very cooperative attitude on the part of the navy, but the problem is the current situation, Oklegin can't afford to wait.
"Matru must be bombed, this is our only chance to stop the Germans now." Oclekin thought for a moment and continued with some remorse.
If it weren't for the fact that this time the scale of the German offensive was larger than he expected, he would not have focused on the German supply lines.
After all, the two British commanders who had suffered a calculation loss before had already become prisoners of Rommel, so in this case, Oklegin did not sensitively grasp the key to the problem.
When it came to the end, he was able to realize the problem within a few hours of the outbreak of the battle, and he was already a very powerful battlefield commander.
It is a pity that in this situation, the Navy's operation against Taranto a few days ago finally failed, and the Navy, which had wasted time and energy, could not react to Matroux immediately.
Thinking of this, Oclekin grabbed the receiver again and called the Air Force.
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Twenty cars were moving fast in the rolling sand, and judging by the shock absorption of these cars and the degree of compression of their wheels, these cars carried heavy supplies.
The cars sped along a dirt-looking road, and soon came to a supply depot next to an oasis.
After a few days of transportation, the supply depot here has reached a certain size, and the gasoline barrels, which are almost impossible to see, are stacked on the flat ground.
Sentinel towers have been erected around the base, and simple walls have been built around them, but they still smell of rudiment.
With a command, the sentry post on the gate was opened, and the trucks passed by the gate before coming to a steady stop in front of a huge container.
It has been successfully built as a secondary supply station, and further afield, Benghazi is an important port.
Gasoline and diesel from distant depots will be transported to Benghazi as a refueling there.
With so much fuel, we can generate electricity locally, and having electricity will make life there better.
Everything seems to be building faster, and the machines with fuel are turning more frequently, which makes the construction even faster.
Benghazi has more buildings than it was before the war, and the port is being expanded, with a dizzying number of freighters.
The war, which was already close at hand, now seems to be far away, and the core of everything here is construction, faster and better construction.
"Oh my God, are you going to lay an oil pipeline from here?" Looking at the pipes exposed after the truck lifted the canvas, an Italian soldier stationed here said in surprise.
The German soldier in the truck jumped down, nodded to the Italian soldier, and began to unload the lines on the truck without speaking.
Originally, Italy and Germany both had a share of Libyan oil, so the laying of oil pipelines was carried out in parallel between the two countries.
The pipeline from the oil field to Benghazi was built by a German company, but the right to use and maintain it belonged to Italy. The oil pipeline between the oil field and Sirte was built by a German company, and the right to use it also belongs to Germany.
In other words, Italy had already given Sirte to the Third Reich as a German Special District. In exchange for dominion over most of Egypt.
With the Egyptian colony, several Italian colonies in Africa are more or less connected – a good thing to dream of from Italy's point of view.
In addition to Germany's control of the Suez Canal and the control of some ports, Italy can be said to have more than doubled its colonies in Africa by taking advantage of Germany's east wind.
"Isn't it a waste of time to repair two pipelines together?" An Italian soldier with a weapon on his back, looked at the gasoline barrel in the distance, and asked the veteran soldier next to him.
The Italian veteran looked at the German engineer who was unloading the pipeline, shook his head, and replied: "How do I know why...... Want to do two at the same time? ”
What he didn't know was because the oil pipeline from the oil field area to the port of Sirte was almost completed!
It's true, and it's classified as Level 1 Secret. This pipeline will transport a steady stream of oil to Sirte, which can quickly reach the ports of Italy and take the train directly to Austria!
The problem now is that the production constraints in the oil region make this oil route not yet strategic.
After all, it's only been two months of construction, and everything here is still in the initial stages like a handicraft workshop. But all Germans who have seen the construction of the oil field know that the time is not far off when it will become an oil supply base.
"My God!" On a sand dune very, very far away from this supply station, a man dressed like an explorer lowered the binoculars in his hand.
"Guess what I saw? A large refueling depot with a reserve of about 500 tons of fuel. Handing the binoculars to the young man beside him, the man squinted at the barely disguised base in the distance.
The young man looked at the huge base and returned the telescope to the middle-aged man: "Look at the scale, at least 500 tons, maybe more...... Where did they get so much gas? ”
"Maybe it's just empty buckets." The middle-aged man did not rush to take over his telescope at this time, but was using a compass to check the location on the map.
"It shouldn't be far from Benghazi...... But already outside the range of various British bombers. The young man retreated some distance from the mound before he stood up and shook off the sand from his body.
"I have a hunch that we should not be far from that mysterious oil field in Libya." The middle-aged man also retreated from the top of the dune, then stood up and shook off the sand from his body.
The young man squinted at the location marked on the map and led a camel next to him: "What you found here must be sent back to the United States...... This is already the extent to which it influences decision-making. ”
"This is the Italian army guard, if ......," the middle-aged man said, looking in the direction of the supply depot.
"Don't startle the snake, it's better not to even think about attacking you." The young man waved his hand, apparently the commander of the operation: "We have only been ordered to reconnoitre, not to inform the Germans that we have paid attention here." ”
"Continuing westward, I always feel that we are getting closer and closer to the target we are looking for." The young man's hand pressed to the submachine gun he was carrying, and he wrapped his scarf around his tanned cheek.
The middle-aged man took his camel and waved his hand behind him. Behind his camels, there was a whole caravan.
There were about thirty people, each of them leading a camel, some with two heads. The camels were piled with goods and fresh water, as well as carbines in holsters.
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The chapter error is that Long Ling is in a hurry, and Long Ling is in a hurry to write and make up for it, so he is careless...... I'm sorry guys!