In the end, the name of the Führer's son was finally decided, and Accardo chose "Caesar" from a dozen names chosen by Augustus, so everyone was very happy with the name, and the people who supported Accardo's promotion to the title of Emperor of the Third German Reich seemed to hear some overtones from the baby's name.

Caesar, first of all, this is a great man who once had great expectations for his children, and secondly, the word of this name originally meant to be the successor, so everyone has already heard the meaning behind the name Accardo.

Liu Bei named his son Liu Feng and Liu Chan, and the two names are Feng Chan, so in many cases, I am embarrassed to say things, in fact, I can express my good wishes by giving the child a name that suits the situation, for example, if I am embarrassed to usurp the throne, I will name the child Deng, and if I can't afford to buy a house, I will name the child million......

So our little Caesar, after pinning the ardent hopes of countless people, became the Grand Duke of the Iron Cross, who was less than a year old, and the successor to the Supreme Leader of Germany, who was tacitly acquiesced by almost everyone.

While the German top brass was surrounding Kaiser Rudolph in preparation for a power struggle, a real struggle had begun on the distant North African battlefield. Dive bombers plunged down from the clouds one by one, dropping bomb after bomb on the British defenders' positions with a roar.

A huge column of smoke rose into the air, and the tracer bullets of the anti-aircraft guns still pulled a bright straight line during the day, flying into the sky. However, the arrival of German bombers was accompanied by the fire of Frederick's rocket artillery and the continuous suppression of large-caliber howitzers of the Italian army.

The entire British position was simply a sea of fire, and it seemed that the Germans had no intention of leaving any more ammunition for the subsequent attack, and they were completely venting their anger in their hearts, as if they wanted to use up the shells in their hands in the shortest possible time.

Shell after shell was pushed into the chamber by the soldiers, and one cannon after another let out its own roar amid the shouts of the artillerymen. Warhead after warhead is squeezed out of the barrel by the firing charge, and then cuts through the air with a terrible howl until it hits its target.

Soon after, the sand was lifted by a huge wave of air, and the soldiers curled up in the loud explosion, crying and shouting until the explosion was far away from them. But alas, the first round of shelling has not really left them, and the second round of shelling has already exploded around them.

While the British soldiers endured the endless artillery fire, more Luftwaffe dive bombers appeared above them, pouring their ammunition with impunity, frantically attacking every moving target on the ground they could see.

Under the cover of superior artillery and air power, the Germans began little by little to encroach on the defensive positions laid out by the British defenders on the outskirts of Tobruk. A large number of German troops did not take a serious approach of point breakthrough, but used a small area of plane attacks, in cooperation with special forces, air force and artillery, to clear the outlying British defenders' strongholds.

This new style of play has begun to spread on the Eastern Front, and many special operations teams have played a decisive role in defending against attacks by Soviet forces. Many times the Soviet army suffered heavy losses but did not even touch the main defense line of the German army, and this time Rommel applied special tactics to the offensive, which also had a striking effect.

From time to time, a British soldier's arm or leg was rolled up by a bomb, and then flew into an open space more than ten meters away with the violent air current. The British soldiers cried helplessly, the wounded begged the medics over and over again, and in order to deepen the suffering of the British defenders, the Germans even used napalm, which burned and mercilessly scorched the fortress, which was already covered with yellow sand.

The whole of Tobruk is now a hell on earth, every pillbox and trench that has been detected by the Italian army during the attack in advance has been taken care of by the shells, the British defenders inside have suffered heavy losses, and even some of the sections reinforced by concrete have been blown up by the shells, and none of the people inside have been spared.

Montgomery certainly wouldn't be in Tobruk, and he was attending a reception hosted by a local dignitary in Cairo at the start of the German offensive. Many of the British were depressed by the fall of their homeland, and most of the merchants were confined to Egypt because of their heavy losses.

If someone had told these businessmen half a year ago that the German Navy would defeat the British Navy, eighty percent would have made everyone laugh off their teeth. But now no one will laugh, because the Royal Navy has indeed been beaten all over the ground by the German High Seas Fleet, and even the mainland has been lost to an opponent who was once extremely weak.

"General Montgomery, we have lost our homeland to the Germans, so Egypt, at least it is safe here, right?" a merchant in a white suit asked Montgomery as he brood, holding a wine glass, and Montgomery had actually been discussing the situation in North Africa with Patton, who was resting his troops beside him.

"Of course, sir, at least it's very safe here. The Germans couldn't have seen the nearby seas, and as long as we were there, they wouldn't have been stupid enough to want to get through the Suez Canal, right?" Montgomery raised his glass, he was here to appease these British merchants, and now the British royal family in Iceland can only rely on these British merchants scattered all over the world, and the supplies in their hands are slowly converging to some British-controlled areas, which is the capital of future counterattacks.

After sending off the local British merchants in Egypt who had come to eat reassurance, and the representatives or leaders of several merchants were better off after stabilizing the situation, Montgomery rubbed his temples and walked back to Patton's side.

Barton didn't seem to be very interested in the party, took a puff on his cigar, and after a bit of a puff, he sneered: "It seems that my situation is better, at least as a general, I don't have to deal with these merchants who are full of deception." ”

"Tobruk has gone to war, and as far as I got on the way here, Rommel seems to be supported by a large number of munitions, and he now has a much thicker family than I do. Montgomery sighed, he was not good at talking to merchants about the situation, he preferred to analyze the battlefield situation around Tobruk with Patton.

Barton reluctantly took the cigar in his hand and played with it, and then said very aggrievedly: "I have long built a plan to strengthen the defense force of Malta, but you just can't spare 10,000 men to strengthen the defenders there." Now that Malta is lost, the Mediterranean is almost Italian, and their supplies will certainly increase. ”

Montgomery was even more aggrieved, and he sighed again: "Alas...... Do you think I don't want to strengthen the Maltese garrison? At that time, we couldn't even draw a regiment. Even now, I'm wondering if there's a chance of retaking Malta, but that doesn't seem to be much hope right now. ”

"Let's talk about Tobruk...... After all, Malta has been lost, and it is not realistic to regain it. "Barton also felt that the loss of Malta and Montgomery really didn't have much to do with it, at that time the British side was in chaos, the mainland was lost, who would care about a small island?

"The Germans attacked on three sides, without the slightest intention of retaining their strength, and now the outer positions have been reduced to ruins, and Rommel's tank forces have not yet been put into battle on a large scale, but it can be expected that Tobruk will face difficulties in the short term. Montgomery gave a brief introduction to the shape on the battlefield.

Patton frowned when he heard this, his combined Anglo-American 8th Army was now rested, but even if they began to rush to Tobruk, they would not be able to launch an offensive against the German army before it was reduced to ruins.

"How long?" asked, pinching his cigar in his hand.

"Ten days, twenty days at most. Montgomery confessed: "India's troops are incomparable to Australia's." ”

"Hold on for twelve days, and then I will be able to reach the battlefield and launch a counterattack east of Tobruk to drive out Rommel's troops. Barton seemed to have made up his mind, and said to Montgomery.

"Twelve days, okay! I'll let the defenders hold out and give you thirteen days!" Montgomery was overjoyed, and hastened to make his own promise to Patton.

"On June 21st, we launched a counterattack on Tobruk and drove Rommel's troops back to Tunis!" Barton said fiercely.

An explosion came from a distance, and on the Tobruk front, deep in the trenches, Rommel's eyes moved away from the scissor mirror, pointed to the map with a smile, and said to the officers around him: "In the morning, we broke through here and here, cut a circular breach in the British position, and obtained a very good position for the observation post! Now, it is really time for us to play the killer weapon, and I am personally looking forward to this attack." ”

Not far from the sea, the main guns of 4 Italian battleships and 1 Vichy French battleship began to turn at the same time, and after the cooperation of British waters and the South Atlantic, the tacit understanding between the two navies was still improved to a certain extent.

With an order, dozens of large-caliber giant guns of the navy emitted a deafening roar over the sea. The waves of air from the muzzles of the huge artillery guns blew ripples in circles on the calm waters of the Mediterranean. And with the whistling sound far away, it was the terrifying large-caliber shells of the Navy.

"Boom!" The huge shock enveloped the whole of Tobruk in fear, and the British knew that today's dense shelling and bombardment were just a small appetizer, and the real luxurious artillery feast had only begun in earnest.