Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

"It may not be that easy to rescue the French fleet." Wang Jun frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in his eyes. He looked at Raeder who had calmed down a little, shook his head gently, his tone full of solemnity.

"Why do you say that?" When Redel heard this, doubts suddenly arose in his heart. He looked at the other party in confusion, with an expression of eagerness to know the answer in his eyes.

In his opinion, although the rescue operation would be difficult, it was not completely impossible as long as it was well planned and acted quickly. So he really didn't understand why Wang Jun said this so confidently. This made him a little worried, fearing that there were some difficult problems hidden in it that he had not considered.

"Because they don't think they have surrendered." Wang Jun said calmly, as if he had already seen through the complexity of the situation.

"Just like in the last war, aren't you refusing to admit defeat?" Wang Jun continued, his eyes looking directly at Raeder, as if he wanted to use this analogy to make the other party better understand the mentality of the French fleet at the moment.

At the end of that brutal war, although Germany faced many difficulties, deep down in its heart it was not willing to easily admit defeat. The adherence to its own military honor and the resistance to the so-called "failure" were deeply engraved in the hearts of every soldier.

"So, I believe the Marshal can empathize with me, right?" Wang Jun raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Redel, and waited for his response.

Hearing this, Redel was stunned, and all kinds of past scenes flashed through his mind.

Yes, it is.

At the end of the last world war, although the German army suffered many setbacks on the battlefield and the situation became increasingly unfavorable, many people, from generals to soldiers, were unwilling to admit the result of failure from the bottom of their hearts.

They believe that they still have the power to fight and can still find a glimmer of hope in desperate situations, so even when faced with a defeat recognized by the outside world, they still hold on to that stubbornness and unwillingness.

Now that I think about it, the situation of the French fleet might be the same. They might not feel that they have surrendered in the true sense. Then how could they be willing to accept being rescued and then be incorporated into other camps like losers?
Redel couldn't help but nod slightly. Indeed, after hearing what Wang Jun said, he really understood it deeply.

"Then how can we force the other side to surrender?" Raeder frowned, his eyes full of curiosity and confusion. He really couldn't think of any effective way to make the French fleet surrender, so he asked Wang Jun anxiously.

"Of course it's about using force to overwhelm the enemy. If we dispatch hundreds of fighter jets, I believe the enemy will choose to surrender quickly." Wang Jun said with a confident smile, his mouth slightly raised.

In his opinion, strong military deterrence can often greatly affect the opponent's psychological defenses, allowing them to make the choice of surrender after weighing the pros and cons.

"After all, facing hundreds of fighter planes coming in overwhelming numbers, the sense of oppression is extremely strong. Even if the French fleet is very strong, it still has to consider its own safety."

"But of course, it's best to seize the opportunity." Wang Jun changed the subject, still with a smile on his face, but there was a hint of depth in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Redel narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party. He was not a confused man. When he heard Wang Jun's words, he felt that there was something else in the other party's words, and there must be other deeper meanings that were not expressed.

He stared at Wang Jun closely, trying to find the hidden meaning in his expression and eyes. He wondered in his heart what the secret was. Was there any special requirement for the timing of the fighter jets' dispatch?

"Because the British Empire is preparing to send out a fleet to attack the French fleet. If you can seize the opportunity, it can indeed play a significant role." Wang Jun said slowly, and his calm demeanor seemed as if he knew everything.

In fact, he knew it very well in his heart. These words were taught to him by Lu Yuhua. Without Lu Yuhua's guidance, how could he speak so detailed and so clearly.

Hearing this, Redel's brows frowned even deeper, and his eyebrows were almost twisted into a ball.

He knew in his heart that there was no free lunch in the world. If he wanted to get such crucial and detailed information from the other party, he would probably have to pay a considerable price.

This information may seem simple, but it actually concerns the success or failure of the next series of military operations. Its importance is self-evident.

Redel was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, as if to give himself courage.

Then he raised his head and looked at Wang Jun firmly, with a look of determination in his eyes.

"We can pay a certain price to obtain this information." Raeder's voice was steady and powerful. Although he was still unsure about the price he was about to pay, in order to allow the German army to gain an advantageous position in this complex military situation, he could only grit his teeth and make this decision.

Seeing the other party fall into the trap, Wang Jun couldn't help but reveal a barely perceptible smile.
He was secretly proud of himself. Everything was developing as Lu Yuhua had expected. Redel really couldn't resist the temptation of this information.

Next, it’s just a matter of waiting to see what price Redel will pay in exchange for this information. Wang Jun can’t help but feel a little excited.

.........

At this moment, in the port of Oran, an atmosphere of panic permeated the French army.

Especially when the information from the Elysee Palace arrived, everyone's heart sank to the bottom.

Intelligence clearly indicated that the French were about to lose the war, and the top brass had already made their choice: surrender to the Germans.

"Commander, what should we do? Should we obey the order from the Elysee Palace?" A lieutenant general had a worried look on his face. He frowned, his eyes showing confusion and helplessness, and asked with a trembling voice.

At this critical moment concerning the fate of the French navy, he really didn't know what to do and could only place his hopes on the commander, expecting to get clear guidance from him.

Hearing this, Admiral Laborde took a deep breath and tried to calm his nervous and confused thoughts.

He frowned, his eyes were solemn, and after a moment of silence, he said, "That depends on what conditions they can offer. No matter what, we need to keep the naval warships we currently have. They are the fruits of the French Empire's years of hard work and the foundation of the French Navy. We must not lose them."

In his heart, these warships are not just cold steel creations, they carry the glory and history of the French Navy and are an important support for France to maintain its deterrent power at sea. They cannot be easily handed over under any circumstances.

"It is said that it is an unconditional surrender, and we need to hand over our warships." The general said helplessly. His voice was very low, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, hitting everyone's heart heavily.

"This is impossible." Admiral Laborde shook his head and refused without hesitation, with a flash of determination and anger in his eyes.

Are you kidding? How could I agree to such a condition?

If it agrees, it means that France will completely become a vassal of others and will no longer have the opportunity to be independent on the international stage.

The navy warships are the pillars of France's maritime power. If they are lost, France will be like having its backbone taken out and can only be manipulated by others. This is undoubtedly a devastating blow to France's dignity and future development. Therefore, even if he is facing a difficult situation, he will never be willing to accept such harsh surrender conditions.

"What if German planes suddenly attack?" The lieutenant general still frowned, and the worry on his face became more intense.

After all, German aircraft have always been known for their speed and powerful firepower on the battlefield, and their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated. For the French Navy currently in the port of Oran, this is undoubtedly a huge alarm bell hanging over their heads, which may ring at any time and bring about a catastrophe.

Hearing this, Admiral Laborde was silent for a while. He lowered his head slightly, as if he was thinking about how to deal with the situation, and seemed to be weighing the pros and cons.

After a moment, he slowly raised his head, his eyes showing determination and resoluteness, and said firmly: "Then we will fight to the death. The French Navy will never surrender. This is our bottom line."

His voice was steady and powerful, echoing throughout the headquarters.

With these words, the morale of all French naval soldiers immediately boosted.

They may have felt a little uneasy and confused, but at this moment, the commander's statement made them regain the pride and courage that belonged to the French Navy.

Compared with the army, the navy is indeed quite strong and combat-capable.

The French Navy has gone through countless trials and tribulations and has written glorious chapters on the world naval stage.

It is precisely because of this indomitable spirit and strong combat effectiveness that they are able to stand out among many naval powers and become one of the top five naval powers in the world.

This honor is extremely cherished by every French naval soldier. They will never allow it to be tarnished in their hands. Even when facing powerful enemies, they will risk their lives to protect it.

Just then, the adjutant walked in hurriedly. His face looked quite ugly, as if he had just experienced something difficult. His furrowed brows and slightly solemn expression made the atmosphere in the whole room instantly tense.

"What happened?" Admiral Laborde asked immediately with a frown, staring at his adjutant, waiting for his answer.

"Commander, a German envoy has come and hopes to meet with you." The adjutant quickly stood up and said in a hurried tone.

"German envoy?" Admiral Laborde was stunned when he heard this, and many doubts flashed through his mind.

Why did the German army send an envoy at this time?
Are you here to persuade us to surrender?
But is this possible?

After all, the French Navy had just expressed its determination to fight to the death, and the German army should have expected that it would not be easy to persuade them to surrender.

However, after pondering for a while, Admiral Laborde felt that he should listen to what the other party was trying to do.

After all, knowing both yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in a hundred battles. Even if the German army really comes to persuade us to surrender, we can take this opportunity to understand their thoughts and intentions, and maybe even find some countermeasures from them.

Not long after, Count Schulenburg walked in leisurely.

He was dressed in a neat German uniform, walked steadily, and had a seemingly kind yet unfathomable expression on his face. As soon as he entered the room, he cast his gaze at Admiral Laborde, as if observing the reaction of the French naval commander.

He was originally busy discussing subsequent cooperation matters with Italy. He had just finished discussing all the relevant matters and had no time to catch his breath when he received a sudden telegram and rushed straight to the port of Oran in a hurry.

Fortunately, the German intelligence department was of great help.

If they had not made many arrangements and plans in advance and cleared some key links in advance, he would probably have been arrested as soon as he got off the plane.

The main reason was the communication between the German intelligence department and the French intelligence department, otherwise it would not have been so smooth.

"Are you Count Schulenburg?" Admiral Laborde looked up at the visitor, and it was obvious that he knew him.

People like Count Schulenburg, who have a certain status and position, will have some degree of fame.

"That's right, Admiral Laborde, long time no see." Schulenburg said slowly with a faint smile on his face.

His tone was relatively calm, but his eyes revealed an indescribable shrewdness and depth.

I have to say here that there are indeed two Schulenburgs in the German army, and it is generally easy to confuse them.

One of them is Count Schulenburg, the German ambassador to the Soviet Union, who has made his own contributions in the diplomatic field; the other is Schulenburg, the director of the intelligence department of the Imperial Security Bureau, who is quite active in intelligence work.

"Count Schulenburg, are you here to persuade us to surrender?" Admiral Laborde narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a bit of curiosity and a little vigilance.

He really couldn't figure out the German army's intention. After all, although the French navy was facing difficulties at the moment, their morale was high and they had made it clear that they would not surrender easily. Would it be effective if the German army sent people to persuade them to surrender at this time?
Unless the German army agreed to his harsh conditions.

But obviously this is impossible.

"That's right." Schulenburg was very straightforward and didn't waste any words. He went straight to the point and spoke directly.

Hearing this, Admiral Laborde did not get angry, but replied with a smile.

"Your Excellency, are you mistaken? Shouldn't surrender be a matter for those people in the Elysee Palace? It seems to have nothing to do with me, right? I am just the commander of a fleet, and I cannot decide on surrender."

Schulenburg was not surprised by this, but spoke calmly.

"I'm not talking about the surrender of France. I'm here for you, my Lord, or rather, for the French Mediterranean Fleet."

"What do you mean?" Admiral Laborde frowned slightly. (End of this chapter)