"Pull it up! Pull it up! He's behind your ass! The frightened screams of the wingman were heard on the radio, and Major Sha Jin, who was about to cramp his hand from the joystick, gritted his teeth and used all his strength to wrench the joystick to himself. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Huge pressure came, and the Fighting Falcon, which was piloted by Sha Jin with more than twenty crash marks painted on its flanks, suddenly somersaulted.

Sha Jin could see a BF109 flying under him with a long chain of bullets, and he could even see the German pilot looking up at him in shock.

"Bastard." As the ace of Daming Army Airlines, he was forced to this part of Sha Jinhuo today. Resisting the discomfort caused by the overload, a somersault flew behind the BF109 with excellent performance, and did not aim at all, and pulled the trigger completely by feeling.

A long chain of tracer rounds swept across the BF109 in front, and powerful 20mm machine gun shells pierced the cockpit. Sha Jin looked at the BF109, whose cockpit was stained with blood, leaned to the left, let out a whining and strange cry, and plunged headlong into the vast sea.

"Huh~~~" Sha Jin, who turned defeat into victory, breathed a sigh of relief, and then remembered that he was still on the battlefield full of dangers at the moment, and hurriedly regained his spirit and prepared to plunge into the fierce war again. The sky was full of warplanes flying in all directions.

Just over 10 nautical miles from Crete, a large-scale air battle is taking place.

Contrary to Zhang Cheng's expectations, even though he knew that the garrison on Crete had been greatly strengthened at this moment, the Germans were still testing and preparing for the attack, which made Zhang Cheng very incomprehensible.

More than 100,000 defenders had gathered on the tiny island of Crete, and there was no shortage of air and sea support, nor was there a shortage of supplies. How could the Germans carry out a cross-sea attack of this magnitude in such a situation? Airborne? It's just death.

Zhang Cheng did not believe that the Germans were carried away by the victory in Greece some time ago, and would think that the Ming army was already vulnerable, and as long as the German army landed on Crete, it would be able to occupy it smoothly. The Germans are not so stupid, and the slap that Zhang Cheng slapped in Tobruk before is still loud.

In addition, the fierce fighting in Kazan was at its climax at this time, in order to take Kazan, an important transport hub, before the onset of the bitter winter cold. The Ming attack force has begun to show its full strength. Faced with the fierce attack of the main army of the Ming Army, the Russians felt that they could not resist it on their own, even if they had an almost endless number of gray animals.

The Russians desperately appealed to Germany and France for help, demanding that they enter the main battlefield. The Russian envoy was almost going to live in the German base camp. In this case, the Germans, who had a fairly good vision, were naturally able to distinguish between priorities and knew that Kazan was the main battlefield. It is impossible for them to devote a large amount of their living forces to crossing the sea and attacking Crete at such a time.

Although Zhang Cheng analyzed it this way, he was a little surprised by the movements of the Germans. The Germans pulled out a posture of all-out attack, and had the intention of taking advantage of the victory in the Greek battlefield to take Crete. Even before they began to move, they had been roaming around Italian waters, at most shelling Malta, and the European Combined Fleet was ready to enter the Aegean Sea.

"The Germans did it." Alexander Seaside Villa, Zhang Cheng, who was wearing a white shirt and slim trousers, got up and went to the wine cabinet to get a half-drunk bottle of red wine and two glasses, and beckoned Wang Yan, who came to report to work, to come to the sofa. Wang Yan got up, went over, took the cup, and waited for Zhang Cheng to pour the wine.

After pouring red wine into the wine glass, Zhang Cheng sat down on the sofa, shook the wine glass and took a sip, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Wang Yan and said, "If they just strengthen their air attacks, I really don't know if they want to storm Crete." But when they moved their fleets to put on a stance, I knew they were putting on a show. ”

"How so?" Wang Yan's eyes flashed with curiosity and looked at Zhang Cheng.

He is engaged in intelligence, and he really doesn't understand this kind of battlefield analysis, but he is very interested. There are really not many military people who are not interested in this.

"What did the Germans think of Army Airlines and Navy Airlines? Not to mention the fact that the strength of the Mediterranean Fleet has not been lost. As long as their fleet dares to enter the attack range, then HNA and I will inevitably draw all the forces we can to rush over and drown the European fleet with an overwhelming attack. Even if we lose Crete, even if we lose thousands of fighters, we have gained a strategic advantage. Without the main forces of the Navy, the Europeans will go crazy. ”

After a pause, Zhang Cheng's tone became more resolute: "Even if the Germans go crazy, other countries will not go crazy with them." No one is going to risk the main forces of the Navy. This is a battleship, not an infantry that can go into battle after three months of training and then be issued a rifle. It is estimated that the lost warships will not be replenished by the end of the war. How could they possibly do that? ”

"What do you mean?" Wang Yan frowned and said, "This is a strategic scam?" They want to draw your attention to Crete? So where are they targeting? Why? ”

"Malta." Zhang Cheng crossed his legs, stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the armrest of the sofa, "It must be Malta." ”

"Malta?" Wang Yan pondered for a moment and then looked up at Zhang Cheng, "That's right, it can only be Malta." ”

The Germans are not stupid, they know that there is no point in storming Crete in the current situation. The island was heavily garrisoned, and launching a strong attack without full control of the sea and air could only end in failure, not to mention that they had to go to Russia to reinforce the Russians. Under these circumstances, the German Army Staff decided to conduct a feint campaign to attract the attention of the Ming army to Crete. And their real goal is to hold Malta in the middle of the Mediterranean.

Although Malta was overwhelmed by the power of the sea and air, the position was like a solid fishbone stuck in the throat, preventing them from providing strong direct support to the German forces in North Africa. So, the Germans wanted to attract the attention of the Ming and then help the Italians capture it. In fact, at this time, the main German forces in Greece had begun to quietly shift towards Russia.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Yan raised his hand and took a sip of red wine, looking at Zhang Cheng curiously.

"What else can I do?" Zhang Cheng shook his head with a smile, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes, "Do everything possible to send reinforcements to Malta, and you can't lose this throat no matter what!" ”

"Hmm." Wang Yan took a sip of wine, thought about it, and began to change the topic, he really didn't understand this kind of purely military planning, "By the way, I went to see Professor Bai Kaijun before I came here this time, and he said that the things you asked him to get are already eyebrows, and I hope you can give him a sum of money for the next code-breaking work." It would be better to match him with some more math experts from a few more universities. ”

"No problem." Intelligence in the middle of war is arguably the most important thing alongside logistical supplies. Zhang Cheng attaches great importance to the intelligence of the information battlefield, and allocated a huge amount of money to the famous mathematics professor Bai Kaijun to set up a laboratory as early as possible. Not only was work on deciphering the code being developed, but improvements were also being made to the original model of the giant computer.

"I remember that there were several mathematicians of Polish origin from Warsaw in the Faculty of Mathematics of the Imperial Capital University, who must have some knowledge of German technology. When you go back, send them all to Bai Kaijun. Zhang Cheng knew that the Poles, who had been dead for many years, had never given up their independence from the control of Germany and Tsarist Russia. Establishment of the state. And there is only one country on this planet that can help them fulfill their wishes, and that is the Ming Empire.

In the early years, the Ming Dynasty had little interest in the distant regions of Central Europe, where their power and influence were not so strong. The Poles, who pleaded and agreed to anything, were not much willing to help. After all, it involves territory, and it involves the restoration of the country. The only solution to this kind of thing is war, a war to destroy the country. It was certainly impossible for the Ming to go on a 10,000-mile expedition for the Poles.

The will of the Poles was resolute. For so many years, the Polish Restoration Congress has been unremittingly active in the Ming Dynasty, and has been constantly sending money and women to all the powerful people who can speak. Person. And the men of Poland have always been the most capable troops in the Ming Foreign Legion. Most of the bright-minded Poles also worked in various parts of the Ming Dynasty. The blood of the Poles burned for the restoration of the country has not been calm for many years.

The outbreak of this world war gave hope to the Poles. Zhang Cheng knew that there were many Polish scholars working in various universities in the imperial capital, and there were several of the more famous mathematicians, and it was perhaps difficult for local mathematicians in the Ming Dynasty to join Zhang Cheng's own private laboratory, but these Poles would certainly not refuse. Zhang Cheng is a powerful general with heavy troops on the front line.

"And." Zhang Cheng put down the wine glass in his hand, frowned, and looked at Wang Yan after a moment of silence: "You want to find a way to get through the relationship between the chief of the general staff and transfer the Third Airborne Division to the vicinity of the imperial capital." ”

"The 3rd Airborne Division? Road Chief of the General Staff? Wang Yan looked at Zhang Cheng in surprise.

"Hmm." Zhang Cheng nodded: "It's the father of the road." ”

"Third Airborne Division......" Wang Yan's eyes had a look of worry in his eyes. He was very worried that Zhang Cheng would send troops to the imperial capital to do something that would not end. Zhang Cheng's temperament and character, he really dares to do anything.

"You can't put all the chips on the commander of the imperial capital garrison." Zhang Cheng shook his head, stood up, picked up the wine bottle, poured red wine on his own wine glass, "The forces in the imperial capital are complicated, I must have a force in my own hands." It's just a normal transfer, and it doesn't enter the imperial capital. ”

"Okay." Wang Yan stood up and said in a deep voice, "I'll do it." ”

No matter what Zhang Cheng wanted to do, he Wang Yan had already boarded Zhang Cheng's warship, and there was no other choice at all. can only follow Zhang Cheng to glory, or to hell! (To be continued.) )