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

"The fighting is quite intense." On the other side, Lu Yuhua, who received the news, looked at the report on the battlefield situation in his hand with a look of surprise on his face, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

He was not too surprised that the German army captured Port Said.

In his opinion, with the current strength of the German army, and with his secret help, it would be strange if they could not even take the Port of Said.

He even felt that the battle was not bloody or intense enough. After all, he had spent so much energy and effort to build so many warships and went through so much trouble. If this battle was dull and insignificant, how could it be worthy of all his hard work?

It must be said that the battleship is really powerful. Once it fires a cannon, the noise is earth-shaking, as if the entire sea surface is about to be blown apart. Wherever it goes, whether it is the enemy's warships or the port's defense facilities, they will all be destroyed by the huge impact force. The power is really shocking.

To the extent that Lu Yuhua himself began to think about whether he should get a few battleships to play with.

But when he considered that the subsequent maintenance cost of this thing would be very high, requiring a lot of money, manpower and material resources, which is not a small amount, he instantly gave up the idea, thinking to himself, this is really not something that ordinary people can afford. No wonder in this world, only a few powers can afford battleships, and ordinary countries don't even dare to hope for it.

Take Italy for example. Although it is a country with certain strength, it does not have many battleships. After all, the national strength is there. To maintain the construction, use and subsequent maintenance of battleships, the pressure is too great.

In other words, the German army is now rich and powerful, with strong financial and resource backing, so it dares to maintain so many warships. If it were the Italian army, I'm afraid they really couldn't afford it. I guess just thinking about the high cost would give them a headache.

However, this time the Germans fought such a fierce battle with their battleships that it earned him considerable fame.

After all, there is still a big war to be fought. After seeing how majestic and powerful the German battleships are on the battlefield, the great powers will certainly not be able to suppress their curiosity and will try to find out about the battleships. They want to know where the Germans got these powerful guys from, what their performance is, and so on.

He had anticipated this, and for this reason, he had spent his merit points to unlock the battleships of other powers. His purpose was naturally to wait for those powers to come to him to discuss business. Then he could take the opportunity to sell these battleships and make a fortune. He was also thinking that if this deal was done, he would be able to reap a lot of benefits. As he thought about it, a smile of expectation appeared on his face.

When our attention returned to North Africa, that war-torn land, the city of Cairo had already fallen into chaos and crisis, and the British troops in the city were obviously unable to hold on.

"We were actually defeated by a group of natives." Lieutenant General Wavell held the telegram in his hand, his eyes scanning the words on it, with a sneer on his face, but that smile was full of unwillingness and disbelief.

In his opinion, the British Empire's army has excellent traditions, strict training and advanced equipment. How could it be defeated by a group of indigenous rebels?

If he told this to others, no one would believe it. It was so against common sense. But now, the facts were so cruelly laid out before him that he had no choice but to believe it.

"Commander, I'm afraid we can't hold on for much longer. Let's prepare to retreat." A colonel looked at the increasingly worse situation and advised anxiously.

He knew very well that if they continued to waste time like this, their army would be wiped out. In order to preserve their manpower, retreating now would be a wise option. Although he was unwilling to do so, it was really a helpless move.

"Retreat?" Lieutenant General Wavell shook his head slowly after hearing this, his brows knitted tightly together, with a hint of anger in his eyes. He asked in a serious tone, "Do you know what retreating now means?"

He thought to himself that the British Empire's army had always been known for its bravery and the willingness to never retreat. If it were to withdraw in such a disgraceful manner, it would be so embarrassing if news got out. How would it establish its authority in the army in the future, and how would it be able to gain a foothold on the battlefield in North Africa?

"It means that from now on we will become a laughing stock." Lieutenant General Wavell continued, his words full of worry and unwillingness about the consequences of the withdrawal. He really couldn't let go of the face of the British Empire Army. He felt that if he really withdrew, the reputation of the British Empire Army would be thrown to the sky.

The British colonel did not show much emotion in response to Lieutenant General Wavell's accusation. He still looked serious and explained in a firm tone: "Commander, this is not our fault."

He knew in his heart that now was not the time to care about face, and he had to let the commander know the real situation.

"These rebels are obviously well-trained and equipped with a large number of artillery. We are no match for them at all. If we continue to hold on, we will only sacrifice our lives in vain," the British colonel continued.

He knew very well that the rebels were not as simple as they seemed. They had good organization and discipline, strong combat capabilities, and with numerous artillery pieces as firepower support, every time they launched an attack, the shells rained down on the British positions, and the British side could not withstand it at all. If they continued to hold on, the result would only be that all their brothers would die in vain, and the losses would be even greater. That's why he ignored the commander's attitude and insisted on persuading them to retreat, hoping that Lieutenant General Wavell would recognize the reality as soon as possible and make the right decision.

"Commander, I know you are unwilling to accept this, but the reality is before us. If we continue to hold on, there will be no other outcome except annihilation of our entire army." The colonel urged again with an earnest look on his face and urgent words. He was well aware of the severity of the situation at the moment. Every second of delay would increase the danger everyone faced. So even though he knew the commander was upset, he still had to bite the bullet and continue to persuade him.

Hearing this, Lieutenant General Wavell couldn't help but sighed, his tone full of helplessness and frustration. He knew what this meant, and he could see that the enemy was strong and he was weak, but he was unwilling to accept it. He had finally got this position, and he thought that with his outstanding performance in the North African battlefield, he would be promoted and his future in the army would be bright.

Who would have thought that now he would be defeated by a group of indigenous rebels. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him. All the beautiful ideas he had before had turned into bubbles. There was no hope for his promotion now. He might even be held accountable for this defeat, and he might even be brought to a military court. When he thought of these terrible consequences, Lieutenant General Wavell's mood naturally could not be cheered up, and he was filled with worry and loss.

"Let's retreat." After a long time, Lieutenant General Wavell seemed to have finally broken free from the tangled and painful emotions. He gritted his teeth, and finally gave the order to retreat with a helpless look on his face.

For him, he really had no choice but to retreat. If he continued to hold on, facing such a fierce offensive from the rebels, no one would be able to escape. By then, the entire army would be wiped out, and there would be no room for recovery. Instead of that, it would be better to just do it. At least some of the manpower could be preserved. Although he knew that this retreat meant admitting defeat, there was really no better way.

Soon, with the withdrawal of the British army, Cairo was captured. Wang Jun looked calm as he looked at this historic city. He stood on a high place, looking down at the city that had fallen into his hands calmly, without much emotion in his heart.

After all, in order to take over this city, they have made sufficient preparations and paid a lot of efforts. Now that they have got what they wanted, they have a sense of relief that the dust has settled. The next step is to consolidate their control over the city and continue to plan the next move.

"Sir, should we continue the attack?" Just as Wang Jun was standing there, carefully looking at this ancient city that carried a rich history, a subordinate walked over quickly and reported respectfully.

There was a hint of eagerness in the subordinate's eyes. After all, they had just captured the city of Cairo and their morale was high. Everyone wanted to press on with the victory and expand their achievements.

"Well, continue the pursuit and try to reach Alexandria in one go. Since we promised the Germans, we must do it." Wang Jun nodded slightly, his eyes became firm, and he spoke in a steady tone. He knew very well that the smooth implementation of this operation was due to the great benefits provided by the Germans behind the scenes. Those benefits were very attractive to him, both in terms of expanding his own strength and for subsequent development considerations.

Considering these interests, he naturally had to do his best to fulfill the agreement with the German army and not give up halfway, otherwise it would not be so easy to cooperate or gain benefits in the future.

What's more, judging from the appearance and skin color of his subordinates, they are all local indigenous people. In this way, even if the British army has any suspicions, it is difficult for them to suspect Lu Yuhua.

After all, in the British army's perception, these teams composed of indigenous people might just be a local rebel force. They would never have thought that there were other people behind the scenes manipulating and planning. So he felt at ease and had nothing to worry about. Now he only had one goal, which was to kill all the way to Alexandria Port. As long as they could successfully take it, this operation would be a success.

"Remember, don't chase them too hard, just chase them like this, and always keep a certain distance from the British fleeing soldiers." Wang Jun seemed to suddenly remember something and reminded again with a serious expression.

He knew very well that if he pursued too fiercely, what if the British army set a trap, or was desperate and fought to the death, it would be a waste of time. Keeping a certain distance could not only keep the pressure on the British army, making them dare not stop to counterattack or reorganize defense easily, but also ensure his own safety and advance steadily.

"Understood." Upon hearing the commander's instructions, the subordinates straightened up immediately and responded loudly. Then they turned around to convey the order and arranged the troops to begin chasing the British army in an orderly manner in the direction of their retreat. Along the way, they were always careful to keep a proper distance from the British army. The entire team followed behind slowly, like a python staring at its prey, ready to deliver a fatal blow at the right time.

Not to mention the intensive actions of the royal army, on the other side, Marshal Raeder was leading the German fleet, marching towards Alexandria Port with great momentum.

Along the way, the fleet was mighty and the scene seemed unstoppable. According to the original plan and the current strength of the fleet, they could have successfully captured the Port of Alexandria in one go.

But who would have known that just as they were about to arrive at Alexandria, Raeder looked up at the sky and saw the Allied fighter planes appearing in the sky, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

He thought to himself that if he rashly attacked the port at this moment, he might be attacked by fierce air strikes from those fighter planes, and the fleet would probably suffer considerable losses. Because of this hesitation, he missed the perfect opportunity to capture the port of Alexandria.

But this is not the point. The point is that when he saw the Mediterranean Fleet led by Cannin appeared, he immediately regretted it. He thought to himself that if he had been more courageous and ignored the fighter planes in the sky and directly ordered an attack on the port, he might have taken over Alexandria Port in one fell swoop before Cannin's fleet arrived and the enemy's defense was empty. Now the opportunity slipped away from him. He really regretted it.

Fortunately, Raeder was not the kind of indecisive person. After seeing the Mediterranean Fleet led by Canniin, he acted decisively and immediately ordered an attack.

He thought that although he had missed the best opportunity, he could not retreat now. Relying on the strength of the German fleet, especially the powerful firepower of those battleships, he might still have a chance of winning if he fought with the enemy. So the fleet quickly adjusted its status, and the warships entered combat positions one after another, ready to fire at Cannin's fleet.

"Hiss, so many battleships?" Admiral Kananning looked at the majestic German battleships in front of him from afar and couldn't help but gasp.

Originally, when he received the telegram about the Germans having many battleships, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that the telegram might be false, but now seeing the real scene with his own eyes, he completely believed it, and his heart suddenly became nervous, realizing that he was in big trouble. It would not be easy to deal with such a powerful lineup of the German fleet, so he could only quickly command his own fleet to prepare for battle and wait for it. (End of this chapter)