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Chapter 270 Barbarossa 2.0
The Turkmen border is where the five Central Asian countries border Persia.

The border stretches for thousands of kilometers in the vast desert, with only a few roads and railways passing through it.

These railways and highways are also transportation hubs, and large trade transactions between Persia and Central Asian countries once took place along these roads.

Turkmenistan is very generous in collecting taxes, and the transit fee alone is a huge amount every year!

If we were to say which of the five Central Asian countries suffered the most from the actions of the People's Revolutionary League, it would undoubtedly be Turkmenistan.

The trade with Persia was interrupted due to the guerrillas. The loss of money is not a big deal, the most important thing is that the commodities transported on these railways are bulk commodities!
When things like food and steel were cut off, the whole of Turkmenistan suffered terribly.

You may not believe in God, but you still have to eat!

At that time, the people of Turkmenistan were on the verge of chaos, but the People's Revolutionary League simply emptied the capitalists' granaries, opened the warehouses and released grain to calm the situation.

Those international food giants are also crazy. They dare to hoard food here in the People's Revolutionary League. They are courting their own death!

Now these passages are guarded by the People's Revolutionary League, with easy exit and strict entry.

It was difficult for anything from Persia to enter Central Asia, but it was easy for Central Asians to leave.

The purpose of doing this is to reduce the number of Oasis Cult believers in Central Asia. The more they leave, the better, and it would be best if all the space could be freed up.

The huge migrating army at that time is now almost gone.

Only the trading of bulk commodities among the people continued. After all, the cost of transporting grain from the People's Revolutionary Army was much more expensive than buying it from Persia.

Especially now that guerrillas are rising in the five Central Asian countries, granaries are the areas they focus on.

The grain transport convoy never stopped, which confused the top leaders of the People's Revolutionary League!

The granaries were attacked by your guerrillas and the weapons were provided by you.

The grain is now burned, and I have to buy more from you. You are coming to me to open up the business cycle, right?

But they had no choice; the train carrying grain from the People's Revolutionary Army was attacked as soon as it came in.

If a train is hit by a incendiary bomb, all the food in the entire carriage will be destroyed. There is no way to defend against it, so the only thing they can do is to buy food from Persia.

"Friend, can you lend me a light?"

The train driver, who had just finished using the toilet, searched all his pockets but couldn't find any fire.

What's the point of having smoke but no fire? Although the fire is not far away, can we tolerate it?
"of course can."

The border security personnel casually threw him a lighter. It was really unbearable for dozens of trains to wait for security checks.

Especially now it's night, the nights in the desert are extremely cold.

"Thanks, my friend."

"You're welcome. Aren't you from the desert?"

"No, we are from Europa Grain Company, and we are here to escort the delivery."

"Oh."

The raised gun muzzles were lowered, and they received a notice that Adolf was visiting Persia with a group of old acquaintances.

Now we must strictly check the identities of the Europeans to avoid being ambushed again!
The train drivers gathered in groups of three or four to warm themselves by the fire. After the inspection of the train, they would leave immediately to make room for the train behind.

They can't even sleep, they can only endure here.

"how many people?"

"There is one shift for the entire border checkpoint, and the rest are ordinary employees."

The man who had just borrowed a light from the soldier on duty pointed with his little hand to the safety inspection station behind him. A squad of soldiers were all inside.

He just went to the toilet to check the location of the personnel. These soldiers were all heroes of the People's Revolutionary League.

The climate changes in the desert had no effect on them. The entire class was awake, and except for those on duty, everyone else was watching the game inside the safety station.

"Notify the others and get started."

He was about to take action, but the person who was speaking did not move at all, and just continued to warm his hands by the fire.

Obviously, his position was very high, so he didn't need to be involved in such close combat. The people at the same fire immediately signaled to the people around them, and a group of people dispersed in twos and threes and surrounded the safety inspection station.

When the soldiers on duty discovered something was wrong, the entire safety monitoring station had been surrounded.

He wanted to fire a warning shot, but someone shot faster than him!
Hidden under the desert robe is a pistol, and it is a pistol that the heroes of the People's Revolutionary League are very familiar with, the Luger P08.

After a burst of intensive gunfire, there was no living person left in the entire safety inspection station. The heroic spirits were not living people to begin with.

But this time their wounds did not heal, instead they bled and died like ordinary people.

The robe on the body was taken off. The layers of clothes were difficult to put on, but very easy to take off.

After changing back into their own clothes, the train drivers in military uniforms regrouped. There were only a few dozen of them, but there was a cold aura of murder.

The man who did not participate in the battle also changed back into his military uniform, with crossed marshal's epaulettes on his shoulders.

The first thing he said was a complaint: "I used to fight people in North Africa, and now I'm fighting people in Central Asia. If you follow me, you can't escape from this desert."

"Marshal, shall we launch the attack now?"

"No hurry, wait for Guderian."

Guderian, Guderian is still racing in the desert!
There are many loopholes in the border line of thousands of kilometers as long as you have the courage.

You can walk freely in that endless desert. No one will know if you die in it, and no one will come to look for you.

The desert is a forbidden zone for living people, but not for the military.

Guderian, along with his subordinates who had smuggled in from Europe overnight, drove armored vehicles and tanks provided by Persia across the desert.

As long as they are within Persia, their actions will not be detected by satellites. This is the guarantee given by Mufat.

He cannot enter Central Asia to take action personally, but Persia is his home base, and he can do whatever he wants here!

With some tricks, it would be easy to block the People's Revolutionary League's satellite monitoring.

Millions of troops are now rushing across the desert, and the People's Revolutionary League knows nothing about it.

When the sky in the distance was turning pale, Guderian called.

"Hey Rommel, wanna race?"

"Whoever enters the Bard first wins."

"Okay, come on!"

Rommel, who had been waiting at the safety inspection station for a whole night, had already become impatient. Originally, the action would have been best at night, but Guderian called him just now, causing him to miss the best opportunity.

But it doesn't matter, it's broad daylight.

It’s not that we can’t fight. As long as I can attack fast enough, it doesn’t matter whether it’s day or night!
"My Black Panther is still the best."

"Marshal, this is a Leopard 2A8, not a Black Panther."

"Can you please not use our Germanic style in a place like this? Why are you so strict? Don't you want to drive a Black Panther, Wittman?"

"I fly a Tiger, Marshal."

Rommel was too lazy to say anything. If he delayed any further, he would lose the match with Guderian.

There are also millions of troops, neatly arranged behind the border. As long as they do not cross the line, no detection equipment can detect their presence.

A total of 480 million troops appeared on the Turkmen territory along with the sun.

The equipment was varied, including those from Europe, America, and even those sold by the People's Revolutionary League to desert countries.

But the personnel are unified, with the familiar black and gray uniforms, the familiar iron cross and lightning emblems, and the familiar mustaches.

Without General Winter and General Ni, the German army can move forward smoothly without any hindrance!

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