Qusirel was ready to show his skills in the Peninsula War. The last time the German army fought against the desert nation was during the last World War. The Ottoman army, which was trained by German affairs consultants, had a lot of dealing with the Arab rebels supported by the British.

Britain provided the Arab chiefs with a large number of cheap weapons to recognize their dominance on this land as bait and instigated them to launch an armed rebellion against the rule of the Ottoman Empire. Many people have heard of the "Lawrence of Arabia". His story tells this history.

"There will be no second Lawrence, the British Prime Minister has promised me." Xu Jun sat on a huge Persian carpet placed on the lawn of the fortress, stroking a big boulder in his hand.

"The British have tasted the bitter wine they made, and Churchill is much more awake on this issue." Weirler was playing with a finely crafted cigarette rod with gold-plated silver inlay, with rubber hose at one end, and the other end of the hose was connected to a Turkish hookah inlaid with colorful gems.

"How do you think of this gift? Weirle." Xu Jun patted the head of the deer hunter Kuchulin and signaled it to go to the side to play.

"This dog is too fast, my head." Dieshenhofen held a tray and carefully avoided the large hunting dog running on the grass.

"Good hookah, the Turks did not react too slowly, and they also felt the threat from the Soviet Union to them." Weirle took a sip of the refined hookah with a fresh fruity flavor, raised his head and vomited a smoke ring. (Turkish hookah was invented by India and penetrated into the Ottoman Empire through Persia, and then promoted to every corner of the empire. It was always called Turkish hookah in the last century, but now the name has been changed to Arab hookah by some people who are interested.)

"Greece, Romania and Yugoslavia have joined our alliance, the Little Balkan axis has collapsed, and there are only two choices in front of Turkey, whether to turn to us or to the Soviet Union." Xu Jun picked up a cup of fruit tea from Diesenhofen's tray.

"My head, Ismet Inonu, is a tough politician and a veteran who has experienced many wars. No one can force him to make unwilling choices." Weirle lay down to the side and leaned against a velvet cushion.

"That's why I agreed to their request and formed an alliance with Turkey again at the right time. But now it won't work, it will stimulate the Russians. Our defense line still needs to be strengthened, and our strength needs to be strengthened." Xu Jun took a sip of fruit tea and put the crystal cup on the tray on the carpet.

"By the beginning of next month, we will get half a million troops ready to go, and by March, this number will double. My head of state." Weirle said, spitting smoke.

"This speed is not fast enough, Weirle." Xu Jun shook his head and said.

"The troops need to receive training and also need to supplement a lot of supplies and equipment. My head of state." Weirle replied.

"In the future, let Halder tell me this, Weirle." Xu Jun said with a smile.

"My head of state, the Army Command did encounter some difficulties." Weirle recognized with a wry smile.

"I know what they are worried about. The surge in the number of new recruits will weaken the combat capabilities of the old troops, but Weirle cannot just look at ourselves. You must know that the situation of our future enemies is the same. Their combat power is also declining rapidly, and in a short period of time, the trend of this recession will not be reversed. The current situation is that he has long cuts me, and the longer the time is delayed, the more favorable the situation is to us, and Stalin will find this sooner or later." Xu Jun picked up the half-smoked cigar, lit the match and reignited the cigarette butt.

"I think you'd better talk to Commander Braushich in person."

"Well, I will find an opportunity to talk to him." Xu Jun threw the match into the tray.

Weirle felt that the head of state was a little depressed, so he quickly changed the topic. The chief of staff smiled and said, "General Qusiral's African army should have arrived in Egypt now."

"What do you think of this war, Weirle." Xu Jun moved his arms, then looked at the chief of staff and asked: "I heard that many people think that there is no need for us to fight a war that is of no benefit to the empire for the British."

"There is indeed such a statement, mainly because some young officers in the General Staff do not doubt your decision, but just don't quite understand the meaning of our participation in the war."

"Isn't anyone in the senior officer curious about this?"

Weirle sniffed a cigarette, shook his head and replied: "The generals don't have this idea. Everyone is now focusing on the reorganization of the troops and the new personnel transfer of the command."

"That's true. The Arabian Peninsula is too far from Europe, and it's not the Crusader era." The head of state laughed.

"Issenhofen!" The head of state turned his head and called out to his adjutant.

"Here, my head of state." Dieshenhofen walked up quickly.

"It is important to know Colonel Gen, assemble the troops, and we will return to Berlin this afternoon." Xu Jun stood up with a cigar in his arms.

"Didn't my head of state say I'll go back only after the day?" the chief of staff asked in confusion.

"The plan has changed, Weiller, the plan has changed." Xu Jun replied with a smile, and he took the marshal's stick handed over by Diesenhaufen.

"Please clean up these and be careful. This carpet is valuable." Xu Jun ordered Diesenhofen.

"As for your order, my head." Dieshenhoven nodded and accepted the order.

"Chir!" The head of state stretched out his finger to his lips and blew a loud whistle.

"Go back, Kuchurin!" Xu Jun greeted loudly, looking at the Scottish Deerhound running towards him, the head of state showed a bright smile on his face.

"The Head of State hasn't talked to you about this?" Marshal Braushich frowned and swallowed the brandy in his mouth.

"He didn't mention this, it wasn't a secret anyway." Kettle put the wine glass on the table and picked up the crystal wine bottle.

"Is it twenty-five tons or thirty tons?" Bock turned to look at Goodrian.

"The total battle weighs thirty tons, which is written in the manual I got." Guderian raised his shoulders.

"I think it should be classified as an assault gun." Marshal Model scratched his nose.

"It's confirmed that it's a tank destroyer." Guderian reminded loudly.

"It should be given priority to the artillery units at each support point." Marshal Bock picked up the coffee cup.

"This weapon should cooperate with the tank company to conduct maneuvering operations on the flanks, waiting for an opportunity to ambush the opponent's armored vehicles and infantry. I think it is a waste to deploy them to a fixed position." Guderian pointed a few photos on the table, which contained a special self-propelled cannon.

"What does the Head of State call it?" Braushici suddenly raised his head and asked.

"The head of state called it "Rhino Horn", Commander." Guderian replied.

"You should know the most about this matter. When will the public trial be conducted?" Bock looked at Keitel.

The chief of staff of the commander-in-chief had a smug look on his face. This was a privilege that only the head of state had. He said happily: "When you return to Berlin and make arrangements, the head of state will have his own timetable."

At this moment, the door of the lounge was knocked on. A staff officer walked up to open the wooden door and found that the head of state was standing at the door.

"The head of state has changed his plan. He is preparing to return to Berlin in the afternoon. Come back and clean up. Now there are only three idle planes left at the airport." Weirle stood at the door and notified loudly.

"Oh, hell, Schulz! Go back to the room to pack your luggage immediately."

"I bought a bunch of gifts in Vienna. Is there any free space on the plane?"

"Don't think too much, Marshal, it's good to have a seat."

"Can't we transfer a few more planes? Weils, you know, it's all German marshals here." The lounge suddenly became a mess.

"I'm just here to inform you. If you have any questions, you can directly ask the head of state. I believe he will be happy to answer your question." Weirle's face was filled with a smirk.

"It's all your fault, Kettle, it's all your fault. If I had known it, I wouldn't have bought so many things." Blauchic picked up the wine glass and poured the brandy into his mouth as anger.

ps: Sorry, it was a little late today, please forgive me.

Because I found some new information and the plot needs to be fine-tuned, the addition of tonight needs to be postponed until tomorrow. I hope everyone can understand it.

The difference between this book and the one at the bottom is really small, and it may be surpassed by the other party at any time, so I request everyone to provide monthly tickets.

Thank you all book friends. The Desert Storm is about to happen, and I promise that the subsequent plot will be more exciting.
Chapter completed!