At Alexandria, a German merchant ship slowly approached at a port dock that had just been restored. The sailors on the ship skillfully threw the cables that fixed the ship to the workers on the dock. Soon the cables were wrapped around piles welded by steel, and the ship no longer shook and became stable.

This is a German merchant ship departing from Italy, filled with large-caliber shells that were urgently needed on the front line, and parts for repairing 15mm howitzers. After all, this tonnage transport ship dared not get too close to the Suez Canal, which was filled with mines laid out by the armies of both sides during the confrontation.

If it was sunk by a mine or silence caused by other reasons, it would be an irreparable loss for the German army, which was not rich in resources. In addition, the ship also brought many important guests, so the port we selected was relatively safe in Alexandria.

A group of businessmen in suits and ties walked off the transport ship from the simple hanging ladder and began to look at this relatively unfamiliar world for them. Yellow sand is everywhere, and even the beautifully green Alexandria still uses earthy yellow color as its tone.

"It's so simple. If I hadn't heard that it was rich in oil and the famous Suez Canal, I really couldn't understand why the troops from all over the world had to come here to compete for this place." A Jew in his thirties squinted his eyes and looked at everything in front of him.

There are anti-aircraft guns on the port to prevent enemy aircraft from sneak attacks, but the number is not large. These slender tubes point coldly to the sky, bringing a touch of tension to the port city.

The entire port was busy, including Marshal Rommel's L Army, General Scherner's K Army, and General Garibaldi's African Cluster. Most of the logistics supplies of hundreds of thousands of African legions depended on this famous port. Patrol guards passed by from time to time, but more were loading and unloading hoisting equipment and busy workers.

The transportation standards formulated by Germany finally showed their valuable value at this time. The large-scale use of containers made transportation and loading and unloading so simple for the first time. After this standardized transportation method was used in advance, it immediately shone brightly in the war.

The speed of material allocation was more than twice as fast as before. The Third Reich saved a lot of time and money because of this improvement measure. A Jewish merchant in charge of shipping stared at these things that were hoisted and placed directly on a trailer, and transported them out of the dock containers, with the light of gold coins in his eyes.

He pointed to the containers that were different in color and used to distinguish between ammunition and medicine and equipment food, and spoke to the old man behind him, "If the head of state is devoted to doing business, I really can't find anyone, and I can compare with him."

"Thank you, he is not devoted to doing business, nor is he a difficult weirdo, right?" The old man said this to his companion with his hands behind his back, and then he looked at the other side of the dock and looked at the advanced cars from the German side: "Even if he is not committed to doing business, the output value of Bai Lanhua Group is almost twice as much as that of me, the old man."

War is the catalyst for rich people, and those who know that war will break out, those who know that war will win, and those who know when war will end will become super rich people in this war. Unfortunately, Akado goes further than these people: he knows what will make money in the war, and knows how to improve and produce these things more efficiently... What is even more helpless is that he also knows that the path of human development in the next few decades after the war is over. If this is not rich, it will be really incredible.

The merchant who was in charge of shipping followed the old man's eyes and found the particularly conspicuous German-level cars. It is estimated that the only Mercedes-Benz cars in Germany are here, and the appearance is so sloppy that people are almost unrecognizable.

So the shipping king smiled at the old man around him and said, "It is really hard to drive the Mercedes-Benz officers produced in 1935 in this way to use a car to make it difficult for these soldiers who rolled in the desert. If we get satisfactory results this time, I wouldn't mind privately sponsoring several decent cars to the officers here."

"Save your money. If we build a country near Jerusalem, there will be too many places to spend money." The old man sneered, and then took the lead and walked towards the military vehicles. His steps were not fast, but everyone followed him without any intention of crossing.

When the old man approached the car, the people inside the car pushed open the door and came out. A colonel adjutant respectfully jumped out of the passenger car from the passenger seat, then opened the door of the rear seat, and then a British general walked out of the car with a cynical smile on his face.

He wore a huge plexiglass goggles on his military cap and a dark scarf covered with yellow sand around his neck. He looked very fashionable and dusty. However, this outfit often appeared on the front pages of German newspapers, so almost every German could recognize this military star at a glance.

"My God, I really didn't expect that it was Marshal, you came to greet me, the old man." The old man hurriedly took two steps, but the speed was only a little faster than he had just now. He walked to Marshal Rommel with a smile, reached out to shake hands with the German commander who was about fifteen years younger than him, and greeted loudly.

"Ah... Mr. Enrique, the Head of State often mentions you to me and says that you are a rare commercial genius in the Third Reich." Rommel smiled and shook hands with the old Jewish fox in front of him, and then asked loudly: "So I will welcome you in person and let you come to Africa this time and return with satisfaction! How about it? Is the road going smoothly?"

Enrique, the "old fox", held Rommel's "little fox" hand, nodded and replied: "The scenery on the road is really good, I'm better, but there are several seasickness among the people we are together. But God blessed, we all arrived here safely, which is great, very good."

"This is not the end. After all, the place you designated is still on the front line. So we can only take a car, cross the Suez Canal, and get there, so that you can really see what you want." Rommel seemed a little regretful, but he had a smile on his face and said.

When the elderly Enrique heard "what you want", his eyebrows moved. After hearing Rommel's words, he turned around and pointed to the ship behind him, showing kindness: "The whole ship of supply supplies is not in the military's account. There is a whole ship like this behind it, which is enough for you to launch an offensive."

"Then, within 3 days, I will invite you to watch a good show, a good show that you will never forget for your life." Rommel stopped talking nonsense and went back to his car. His adjutant signaled Enrique to get in the car together, and then arranged the others into several other cars. The team of cars left Alexandria in a mighty way.

On the shaking car, Enrique put away his smile and looked at Rommel beside him: "Marson, I heard that the Turkish front line was not going well. This failure will not affect our upcoming career, right?"

Although the German propaganda department has not publicly admitted the defeat in Turkey, this kind of news is not a very difficult news for the elites of the upper class with great powers. After all, people like Enrique have their own intelligence channels, and even if they are not so omnipresent, it is still very easy to collect such news.

"That's why I'll ask you to provide me with an additional batch of arms. I don't know how you bought this batch of supplies from Italy, but I will use this batch of supplies to launch an attack around Jerusalem." Rommel did not hide his action plan: "I think the Third Reich has helped you regain your lost land in the past few days."

When Enrique heard Rommel's assurance, he nodded and no longer questioned. After all, the whole world has almost made one thing clear, that is, the US military in the Middle East has no ability to stop the German army's frontal attack. So as long as Rommel really launches an attack, Enrique has reason to believe that this German marshal has the ability to help the Jews and regain his homeland.

The car was shaking, and both of them returned to silence. Outside the car window, two outdated German crusaders hovered at low altitude, escorting this luxurious convoy. On the straight road in the desert with invisible end, a convoy of Mercedes-Benz cars kept moving forward.

From time to time, you can see the transportation convoys that stopped to rest on the road. Most of them were trucks of Italian troops. The soldiers leaned listlessly in the shade covered by cars, squinting their eyes as the German convoy drove past them.

This seems to be a world of yellow sand. Occasionally, a passing telephone pole proves that the convoy is constantly moving forward. The monotonous rhythm makes people drowsy. At least Rommel and Enrique, who have stopped talking, have closed their eyes and their bodies slightly swayed with the shaking of the car.

"The Suez Canal is ahead. If Mr. Enrique is interested, you can take a look." Rommel suddenly spoke and introduced when passing the pontoon bridge on the Suez Canal.
Chapter completed!