Taranto Airport was built for some years, and Mussolini modernized it in the early days of his administration, in fact, at that time, the airports in Europe were basically the same, aviation technology had not yet developed to the jet age, and the requirements for runways and airport facilities for aircraft take-off and landing were not very high, and most of the airports in Germany and France were still using dirt runways.

The runway at Taranto Airport, which was paved with cement, was touted by the Italian press after its construction, and became almost the national pride of fascist Italy.

The cement floor is indeed smoother and more solid, but the problem is that because of its proximity to the sea, the cement components have been eroded by salty moisture all year round, and there have been some obvious cracks in the joints of the original floor. It's just that the current damage is not too serious and will not affect the safety of the aircraft.

But the commander of the German garrison in the port of Taranto, General Vohndorff, did not think so, and he was now holding the Italian airfield commander by the neck with both hands, angrily rebuking him.

"You said you needed cement, I gave you cement, you said you needed construction workers, I gave you workers. Now tell me where you're going to use those supplies. General Vaorndorff shook the fat Italian man in his hand vigorously.

"General, please calm down, General, you listen to my explanation." The Italian colonel's face flushed, and he stammered and begged for mercy in German as he tried to break free.

"General, please calm down, you are about to strangle Colonel Giovanni." The general's adjutant couldn't stand it anymore, and he stepped forward to stop it.

"Don't stop me, Ludvik, what do you think the Führer would think if he saw all this? Before I was shot by the Führer, simply strangle this greedy bastard. Vaindorf strained his arms, and the fat Italian man in his hand rolled his eyes.

"Quickly separate them, the general has lost his mind." The adjutant shouted to the guards.

Several strong German soldiers hurriedly pounced, and with all their strength, they finally managed to divide the two and save the Italian colonel's life.

"No matter how angry you are, General. The Führer's plane is almost here, and you need to preside over the welcoming ceremony. The adjutant took a kettle from the soldier's hand and handed it to the German Army Major General, who was still panting.

"Thank you, I'm fine, Ludwick." General Vaorndorff waved open the kettle, pulled a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Is the guard of honor ready?" Vaindorff asked.

"It's all set." The adjutant replied solemnly.

"What about the convoy?"

"On standby at the tarmac."

"Go see if that bastard is dead."

"There should be one more breath."

"Lock him up first, then prosecute him for embezzlement and dereliction of duty."

"Yes, General Vaindorf." The adjutant stood up and saluted.

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The Reich was unaware of the farce on the ground, and even if he did, he would not have reacted much, and there were more important things for him to care about as he ruled all of Europe.

"We have taken control of the whole Mediterranean, the port of Taranto has become less geographically important, and the role it plays has to change." Xu Jun turned his head to look at the twin harbors under the fuselage.

"Her greatest value right now is there." Xu Jun pointed to several commercial docks on the edge of the old city.

Taranto's city was slow to build, and like most old cities in Europe, there are still many buildings from the 17th and 18th centuries, Baroque apartments and Gothic spires, and buildings imitating the Roman style. The Taranto Mill, which would later become infamous, was not yet built, and the city was still bathed in the fresh sea breeze.

After hovering over the city for several weeks, the planes began to descend slowly towards the airport, and since the end of the war, there had not been a fleet of planes of this size over the port of Taranto, and the citizens of the streets could not help but stop and look up curiously at the flock of eagles hovering overhead.

The Führer's plane was the first to land, and the pilot's technique was so good that he barely felt any jolts before the wheels touched the ground. The Führer's plane landed steadily on the runway, and all the military and political officials who came to greet him breathed a long sigh of relief, and the smiles on the faces of the officials were piled up, ready to welcome the Führer of the empire with the most enthusiastic face.

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"The commander of the German garrison in Taranto was Flandrike . Major General Vaindorff, you met him earlier at the Alsi Forest camp. Tysenhofen reported to Xu Jun.

"Vaughndorf?" The Führer searched in his memory.

"Major General of the Army, tall, with brown hair, very strong." Wehrle hints on the side.

"Oh, that Vaundorf, I remember, the High Command sent him here?"

"You really should take a closer look at the list of appointments and dismissals submitted by the Italian Theater Command." Tysenhoven suggested.

"I'll talk about it when I have time." The Reich Führer waved his hand and strode towards the plane door.

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There was a crowd of people on the tarmac, with local city officials and senior Italian and German officers standing in the front row, and about three or four hundred people in the back, all of whom were family members and expatriates of the German garrison.

The German Garrison Command put on a grand guard of honor to welcome the German Navy, Army, and Air Force stationed in Taranto, assembled a whole battalion, and the officers and men wore the parade uniforms of all branches of the armed forces, and stood in a neat line by the tarmac, and in front of the queue an army colonel was fully armed, holding a shining command knife and standing solemnly, and behind him stood a row of flag bearers, holding the military flags of various units obliquely.

Standing beside the Germans was the guard of honour of the Italian garrison, consisting of a hundred army soldiers and an equal number of black shirts. Mussolini wanted to reproduce the glory of the Roman Empire, and the Italian army paid great attention to appearance, regardless of combat effectiveness, and the Italian army had a strict appearance second only to the German army at that time.

The three vultures that came with them landed safely one after another, and the officers and men of the guard flag team on board jumped off the plane quickly, and the flag team soldiers stood still around the Führer's plane, and their oblique weapons formed a guard formation.

When everything was ready, the crew opened the hatch, the handsome Imperial Führer appeared at the cabin door, and the atmosphere of the whole welcome scene suddenly fell into a boil, the eyes were full of raised right arms, and all the ears heard were cheers and greetings.

"Hey! Reinhart! Welcome to Taranto, my Führer! "Major General Vaindorf, as the supreme commander of the German garrison in Taranto, was given the privilege of having a direct conversation with the Führer, so the mood looked a little excited.

"Long time no see, Vaorndorf." Xu Jun raised the marshal's staff and gently knocked the brim of the military hat.

"Yes, my Führer, the last time we met was in July." Vaughndorff replied respectfully.

"General Weierle, you should know, this is Major Tysenhowen." Xu Jun introduced the entourage.

"General Weierle, Major Tysenhowen." According to their ranks, the two sides saluted each other.

The Führer inspected the guard of honour of the German and Italian armies, a detachment of Italian cavalry performed a dressage for the Führer on the lawn by the tarmac, during which the artillery fired a twenty-one gun salute, followed by a welcome speech from the representative of the Italian Government to the Führer, the Reich Führer addressed all the welcoming crowds, representatives of the expatriate and military families presented flowers to the Führer, and when the dust had settled and the sun had set below the horizon.

"Please get in the car, my Führer." Vaorndorff graciously opened the door for the Führer.

It was an Italian-made Lancia Asdula luxury convertible, which was originally the car of Admiral Cavliani, the former chief of the Italian Naval Staff, who was arrested and seized by the Italian government.

"How tall are you, Major General Vaorndorf." The Führer stood by the car door and turned his head to look at Vaorndorf. Feng. Stadler was already tall among the Germans at that time, but this major general was even taller than the Führer.

"Two meters and six, my Führer." The major general also proudly puffed out his chest and showed off his strong physique to the Führer.

"Do you usually like to watch movies? Vaughndorf. Xu Jun had a weird smile on his face.

"My Führer, what you just said was... Movie? Vaughndorf's eyes widened in surprise, a little confused.

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