Chapter 23: Gorin's Conspiracy

  Gorin's hand holding the phone was numb, and he hadn't spoken a word for a long time. In his heart, it was like overturning a bottle of five flavors - sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, all kinds of flavors surged up.

  Looking back on those years, for the sake of Germany's resurgence, I followed Hitler, risking my life and shedding hot blood, going through thick and thin. I even covered Hitler's retreat with gunshot wounds and ended up with a disability. If it weren't for this disability, I wouldn't have become addicted to drugs either. It completely changed my personality afterwards.

  I recall my younger self, handsome, clever, passionate, and brave, a flying hero. At that time, half the girls in Berlin wanted to marry me. Even the Emperor's daughter was infatuated with me.

  After Germany's defeat in World War I, he was heartbroken. However, he met his wife, who treated him with kindness and tenderness, nursing him back to health from his despair. Although their life was not wealthy at that time, every day was filled with joy beyond measure. Those were the happiest days of his life.

  After meeting Hitler, he ignored his wife's advice and followed Hitler everywhere, sharing life and death together. Later, they were always on the run from pursuit in various places. There was no time to be with his wife at all, every day making his wife worry and live in shock.

  His wife also contracted a terrible illness and eventually left him. Despite his grief, he did not waver in his faith in Hitler's revival of Germany. Now, being treated like this, on the one hand thinking of his deceased wife, on the other hand becoming more dissatisfied with Hitler.

  G?ring thought that later, starting from scratch, in just 5 years he had built a powerful air force for Hitler. If it weren't for himself, relying on the 100,000-strong army left after Germany's defeat, to imagine occupying almost all of Europe like now is simply a pipe dream. And how did you treat me, Hitler? At Dunkirk, you stopped the attack in order to preserve the strength of your armored divisions. I just made a suggestion, and if the Battle of Britain had continued according to my original plan, the British would probably have run out of planes to resist by now. You gave direct orders to the command center to bomb London, claiming that you wanted to destroy the British people's morale. As a result, my air force suffered heavy losses, but I didn't utter a word of complaint and ended up taking the blame for your failure.

  But you're treating me like this. Without even a heads up, you directly transfer one-third of my planes away, not even giving me a chance to say a word. And on top of that, you speak to me in a commanding tone, don't you know that I am the Imperial Marshal, the highest-ranking general in the military? After this, where can I put my face, does my prestige still exist?

  No way, absolutely can't end up like this, I must regain my dignity. After thinking silently for a while, suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he came up with a plan.

  G?ring picked up the phone and dialed the number of his deputy, Air General Nanteuil, Freikorps. The 'ring' had barely sounded when the call was answered. "General Nanteuil, please come to my office," G?ring said.

  The door to G?ring's office opened shortly. General Nette walked in. He clicked his heels together, raised his hand in a salute and shouted "Heil Hitler."

  G?ring waved his hand in response, then spoke up, "Earlier, the Führer personally called me. He told me himself that he wants me to allocate some planes and pilots to Africa. That's why I've come to discuss with you which troops to allocate." From G?ring's mouth, it had become a fact that Hitler had personally asked for his help.

  Nante's mind was as clear as a mirror. He thought, "You continue to pretend. I advised you kindly just now, but you didn't listen. You only listen when Hitler scolds you." However, these words were like yesterday's bread, they had to be digested in his stomach first.

  "Just then Nanteh said 'Alright, I'll immediately go and select the best planes and pilots to ensure high-quality completion of this combat mission.'"

  "Don't do that. We can't do that," Gorin hastily interrupted, then faced Nante's puzzled gaze and slowly said, "Now our northwest is facing the invasion of British and American planes, and planes and pilots are in short supply. If we withdraw all our elite troops, Britain and the United States may take advantage of the situation and land to open up a land battlefield. So we can't withdraw our elite troops yet."

  "How are we going to tell the commander below?" said General Nant, embarrassed.

  "Just do it yourself, take those disobedient, troublesome, and Italian and Austrian pilots we have here and just transfer them." G?ring said.

  Nante thought to himself, "This is still letting me take charge, I reckon it's just in case something goes wrong and I'll be the one to take the blame. I've got a plan. Right, I'll just tell the people below that it's Gorin's orders. There are many of them, if something goes wrong, we can all take responsibility together." Thinking this, Nante bowed again to Gorin, then walked out of the office.

  A strange order from the Air Force Headquarters was transmitted to several air force detachments in German-occupied countries. Each air force commander who received the order was perplexed. The number of aircraft being deployed did not surprise them, but what was unusual was that only a certain type of pilot was being mobilized - those who were prone to showing off during battles and were not very obedient during peacetime. Although these pilots had shot down many enemy planes in combat, they were an anomaly in the strict and disciplined work style of the Germans. Almost all such individuals were unwelcome in every squadron. Every pilot who managed to survive the brutal fighting did not want to have such comrades.

  But it can't be said that every squadron doesn't have such a guy. Troublemakers and hotheads are their usual nicknames. They are not well-liked by everyone in the flying squad, just like all Italian pilots. So in general combat missions, they exist as substitutes.

  After such an order was given to each commander, each commander, although strange, executed the command very resolutely.

  But unexpectedly, such a practice gave birth to the 100th Flying Regiment, known as the Mediterranean Nightmare. They, like the most famous 52nd Flying Regiment, were also recorded in the annals of world military history. However, the 52nd Flying Regiment mainly fought on the Eastern Front and was able to achieve a record of over 10,000 sorties, which is closely related to Stalin's stubbornness and the low level of training of Soviet pilots.

  The 100th Airborne Division, consisting entirely of some prickly, bad German pilots and Italian and Austrian pilots, was the eternal nightmare in the hearts of British and American pilots.

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  The railway control of Germany, France, Norway, the Netherlands and Belgium has also begun at this time. The troops who received the order got the priority loading car skin in the first place. All transportation lines were tightly sealed off. Train after train loaded with tanks and artillery was given top priority to pass through. Train after train drove non-stop towards a goal. And the military trains from Germany even passed directly through Switzerland's railways.

  For Andrey's safety, the entire German military-industrial complex was mobilized. The 3rd tank was outdated, and the 4th tank was too slow. Andrey's mother knew her way around things. For her beloved son, she forced Andrey's grandfather to extract from various military warehouses 300 of the latest 5th model tanks - the famous "Panther" medium tank. Finally, 40 6th model tanks were also found in the MAN company's boxes. The 6th model tank was a nightmare for the entire Allied army, the legendary "Tiger" heavy tank. These killers were about to make their debut on the North African battlefield, testing the power of its 88mm cannon.

  It can be said that Andrei's old man has also spent a lot of money to quickly transport these killing machines to Africa. From the Swiss Minister of Transport to the Swiss Prime Minister, and various senators, each person has opened a secret account at the United Bank. Kreber took out a large sum of political funds and directly sent them to the secret accounts of these people in power.

  Mussolini of Italy was a direct supporter of this plan. Of course, these things and the troops transported here were nominally used for his war efforts. In addition, seeing that this time might be able to take Cairo down in one fell swoop, the Italian ruler who claimed to be a descendant of the ancient Roman imperial family could no longer hold back. He immediately ordered his navy to act according to plan.

  The Italian Navy actually has a lot of ships, but the country's power and technology have limited its development. In addition, outdated ideas and backward training levels make Italy only a second-rate navy. However, the Italian Navy has one advantage, which is that it runs fast. The drastic reduction in shipbuilding costs makes the armor of Italian warships extremely thin, but also brings a benefit - 24-hour high-speed navigation warships have no problems at all. Of course, Italian industry is also excellent. For example, Italy's light weapons manufacturing has always been at the forefront of the world. There are also some cutting-edge racing industries, especially Ferrari, which dominated the F1 arena in later years.

  So although the Italian Navy couldn't beat the British Navy, not even the entire Italian fleet could take on a single Mediterranean squadron of the British. But an Italian fleet that couldn't be beaten and ran away wasn't something that the big and heavy British warships could catch up to. And when it came to merchant ships carrying goods to Britain, the Italian Navy was also very deadly.

  Thus, according to the original plan, the three armies of sea, land and air began their actions. The first to take action was the Air Force, whose results were unexpectedly astonishing, these guys' results were so good that it was hard to accept. They had all been treated as bench players in peacetime. Now they were finally let out of their cage. Everyone showed off their superb flying skills with all their might.

  Some planes, like big boys meeting beautiful girls, rushed up together, with several planes chasing after one British-American plane. Some sneaked their planes to extremely high altitudes, hiding in the clouds illuminated by sunlight, waiting for the British-American pilots to deliver themselves. Others flew as low as cars running on the ground, luring British-American pilots into a fatal crash when they dived down from high altitude to chase them.

  British and American pilots, who considered themselves descendants of civilized people, had never seen such a rogue way of fighting. For a time, the Mediterranean region became a no-fly zone for British and American pilots. In just 3 days, more than 100 British and American fighter planes were shot down by these guys, while Germany lost only 15 aircraft. Such a loss ratio forced the British and American air forces in this area to reduce their combat radius. The German-Italian air force temporarily gained air superiority in this region.

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  The third update is here, today I accompanied my wife to go shopping and gained a lot, but it seems that having a holiday is more tiring than going to work. Also, book friends please speak up soon, let me add highlights for everyone.