"Field Marshal Rommel!" General Frederick woke Rommel, who was asleep in the back of his open-top Mercedes limousine. A few days of attacking made the energetic desert fox so hard that he took a gap and slept in the back of his car for a while.

On the Mercedes-Benz that followed the Afrika Korps all the way from Tuniz to the Suez Canal, the metal trim that used to look luxurious had become rusty due to the erosion of the wind and sand. In some places, the exterior paint has even peeled off, making the car feel as if it is teetering on the verge of scrapping.

But no one familiar with the Afrika Korps would underestimate such a car that was a little outdated, not even comparable to a colonel's car in the French garrison in Paris. Because there was only one such broken car in the entire Afrika Korps, and in it sat Field Marshal Erwin Rommel, who had led them all the way from France to Saudi Arabia.

"Oh, General Frederick...... How long have I been asleep?" Rommel rubbed his eyes, and the grit on his face fell like dandruff - no matter how much a person cares about his image, he can't help but become sloppy when he goes to war in a place like the desert. Although they look charming and lone wolf in the photo, and it is easy to make a group of girls scream with stars, when these girls see the soldiers for what they really are, they immediately dismiss the foolish idea of sleeping with them.

"We have just received news that Ibn Saud has sent negotiators who want to transfer to us the original share of oil belonging to the United States, in order to seek our recognition of their rule in the region and to provide military protection. Frederick's body was also covered in grit and looked dirty. It's a pity that it was this general, covered in sand and carrying two binoculars of different sizes, who led the 7th Infantry Corps all the way steadily and put the German flag on the east bank of the Suez Canal.

Rommel, who had just woken up, took the teacup from his aide-de-camp, took a sip of boiling water warm from the sun and smelled of gasoline, moistened his dry throat, and then took a few more sips before he was slightly sober. After all, as a commander at the level of a marshal, he has always maintained almost the same advance speed as the front-line armored forces, and the level of fatigue is not something that ordinary people can bear.

"Give us the Americans' share of oil?" Rommel had just woken up, reflecting on what he had just heard from Frederick, and then looked at the commander of the 7th Infantry Corps, who had reported the situation.

"If I'm not mistaken, their intention is to swallow up the UK's oil production capacity here in the guise of working with us. Frederick had a strange smile on his face, and even he, a soldier, thought it was a bit too absurd.

If the German troops are far away on the mainland and have not yet had time to transport so many people to the Middle East, then it is possible to pinch their noses and accept this plan in the attitude that more is better than less. After all, it costs a certain amount of money to offend Saudi Arabia, and it is better to take the US share of oil without paying anything.

But now, things have changed. Hundreds of thousands of German and Italian troops have entered Saudi territory, and the Americans and British have been crushed...... In this case, Rommel didn't mind that the Saudi Arabians in his jurisdiction would resist with the Allies, so that he, the feudal official, would not have to be disarmed and return to the field.

The cost of the troops and the logistical supply are already free, and at this time the capitalists are looking at this huge oil field on their lips, and the army and strategists are already planning to enter the Indian Ocean...... Germany's top and bottom are already gearing up for a carve-up of Saudi oil, and Saudi Arabia is still preparing to swallow more than half of its production capacity in a self-feeling good way.

Rommel was silent for a while before slowly asking Frederick beside him, his tone full of ridicule: "This group of Arabs is not really naïve to think that we have come all the way here to liberate them from the British and the Americans, right? Did I not wake up, or did this group of masked guys not wake up?"

Frederick was amused by Rommel's occasional humor, he leaned against Rommel's car door, smiled with a big eye and a small eye, and said: "Your Excellency, Marshal, I think it is more comfortable to take it ourselves, whatever we want." These locals are about the same armament as the Poles, maybe we can take the oil field equipment with a loss of 3,000 men. ”

"General Frederick, the Führer has always taught us to have a higher and farthest political vision while achieving military victory. "Rommel, one of Accardo's early descendants, had a glow on his face at the mention of the Führer, and he was an admirer of Accardo, as if the entire Afrika Korps had adored him.

He got up from the back of his car, then pulled out a pair of yellowed white gloves from his pocket, slapped them twice on his pants, and then jumped out of the Mercedes Benz from the other side and went around the front of the car: "Tell those Arabs that we are soldiers of the empire, and we are only responsible for fighting...... Leave the negotiation to those who are sharp-tongued, we are stupid and can only speak with cannons. ”

When Frederick heard Rommel say this, he immediately showed a look of resignation. If Rommel was able to make the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon's Afrika Korps bow down to his ears, in fact, his tactics and personality that the soldiers liked very much were an inseparable aspect. Rommel liked to attack, and as long as he gave him half the enemy's troops, he dared to plan offensive operations - excluding the element of risk, this is the soul of a soldier, isn't it?

And when he thinks and orders, he always makes decisions that make the soldiers around him feel refreshed, which cannot but be said to be a tacit understanding that smells like. He was the kind of soldier who fit the German hard-line style, and his men were a group of soldiers who liked it...... This is the so-called "not a family, not a family".

"I am more than happy to carry out this order, let that group of negotiators deal with these Arabs, we are only responsible for fighting, and it is our duty to run out of ammunition before the peace treaty is signed. Frederick nodded in agreement with a look on his face.

Rommel stretched out his arm, pointed in the direction of his troops' attack, and continued: "Our mission has not changed until the treaty is signed. Send a telegram to the command of the 7th Panzer Corps telling them not to stop for such stupid reasons and to keep moving for me! until they run out of fuel, or they see the Persian Gulf. ”

So under the bewildered eyes of the Saudi Arabian envoy, the German armored forces continued to roll forward, leaving the backs one after the other to the locals who wanted to discuss the benefits of oil with the Germans. Tanks and trucks whizzed past the rudimentary roadside, and German soldiers with guns in their hands looked the Arabs down the road with cold eyes. The eyes are intertwined, one overlooking and the other looking up, and making a judgment.

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"Ibn Saud is unreliable, he doesn't have to think about it to know that this is not the time to cooperate with us in blowing up the oil fields. Leaning back in his chair and staring at the arrows that had been stretching forward for several days, Mountbatten finally expressed his opinion to his assistants: "It is more realistic to expect the locals to retreat with us and be willing to destroy all the oil facilities than to expect Rommel himself to fall off the car and die." ”

"General, but if Saudi Arabia's oil production equipment cannot be destroyed as planned, the Germans' oil resources will surpass ours in an all-round way, and when the time comes, we will be more passive. His adjutant, after hearing his general say this, stressed it worriedly.

Mountbatten didn't speak, he knew that what he was thinking in his heart was not something that an adjutant could figure out. He didn't bother to explain, because it would be more cumbersome to explain. Now even if he wants to destroy the Middle East oil fields with all his might, it is also an impossible thing.

The lack of cooperation from the locals made it impossible to carry out the plan to completely destroy the oil production capacity in the Middle East. As a British colonial general, Mountbatten certainly can't look at the problem from the perspective of the Americans, helping the United States destroy all the Middle East oil and leaving some of it to Britain in the north.

Of course, he would prefer to destroy the entire Middle East oil fields, but he just can't. Many of the oil fields on the ground have been taken over by the Saudi army, and a handful of capitalists have refused to cooperate in this regard...... The aftermath of the forced burning of oil reserves some time ago is evident, and the capitalists, who have no hope, prefer to trust a government that can guarantee their wealth rather than cooperate with the forces that force them to burn their own wealth.

"It doesn't seem to work to destroy deeply with explosives. Mountbatten thought for a moment and said to his adjutant, "There is only one way left, and that is to send planes and bomb all the oil fields at our disposal...... But in doing so we would immediately turn against Ibn Saud, which would be tantamount to pushing him directly to the Germans. ”

"General, in this case, it's worth it. "The adjutant is more inclined to resist to the end, and is a complete diehard. That's why he's here, because the British politicians in Iceland want Mountbatten to have such a tough guy by his side.