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

In the slightly cramped but helpless atmosphere of the Italian army headquarters, Marshal Graziani's expression had changed greatly. Previously, because the Italian army had been defeated repeatedly on the battlefield, the poor performance made him so angry that his face was hideous, and emotions such as anger and disappointment were intertwined on his face, as if to ignite the air around him.

However, at this moment, he seemed to have finally accepted the cruel reality that his own army's combat effectiveness was really poor. His expression gradually relaxed, from the previous almost twisted and hideous look to slowly becoming calm as water. He could even chat casually with his confidants around him in a quite peaceful manner, as if the embarrassment and frustration on the battlefield before had been temporarily forgotten.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that after these tragic battles, Marshal Graziani knew very well that with the current state of his own troops, it was basically a fantasy to want to defeat the British army, and he was afraid that he really did not have the strength to do so.

In this case, instead of continuing the futile struggle, it is better to face the reality calmly and think about other feasible ways to deal with the current difficult situation.

"Marshal, I think we can let those natives continue to consume the British army." In this seemingly relaxed atmosphere of chatting, an officer frowned slightly, as if after careful consideration, he mustered up the courage to speak up and made a suggestion, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, hoping that the marshal would approve of this idea. After all, no one wanted to let the Italian army die meaninglessly.

"That's right, those natives have good fighting ability and have captured many positions, and they are numerous and powerful." An officer next to him immediately echoed and nodded continuously as he spoke. The scene of those natives charging on the battlefield before emerged in his mind. Although their fighting method was a bit crude, they did cause considerable trouble to the British army with their numerical advantage and captured many positions.

"Not only that, their weapons and equipment are obviously stronger than ours." Another officer added that the Italian army had spent a lot of time investigating and understanding the weapons and equipment of the natives. They all knew that most of the natives were equipped with Soviet weapons. From this point, it is not difficult to infer that they are most likely supported by the Soviet army, and their overall strength should not be underestimated.

"Let them fight a bloody battle with the British army, and when both sides are almost exhausted, we will come out to clean up the mess, wouldn't it be great?" For a moment, many officers discussed this idea one after another. Obviously, this idea was recognized by most Italian officers. In their view, this is simply the most sensible strategy at the moment. It can not only prevent their own troops from suffering heavy losses, but also make it possible for them to reap the benefits. Why not do it?

But who would have thought that Marshal Graziani did not take this advice to heart at all, and did not listen to their opinions at all, insisting on sending his troops to the battlefield to fight the British army head-on. As a result, the Italian army was defeated again as soon as it fought with the British army. The soldiers were beaten and cried for their parents, and fled in panic. The scene was as embarrassing as it could be. After all, the British army has a strong foundation of dominating the world for hundreds of years, and it is not so easy to be defeated. The Italian army's behavior of overestimating its own capabilities is purely asking for trouble.

However, after listening to his subordinates' suggestion again, Marshal Graziani did not refute it immediately like before. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought, silently wondering whether this plan was feasible to implement. He frowned, carefully sorted out the current battle situation in his mind, weighed the pros and cons, and after careful consideration, he felt that this plan did seem to have a good chance of success. Thinking of this, Marshal Graziani finally nodded slowly, approving the ideas of his subordinates.

However, before officially acting according to this plan, he still felt unsure and thought it necessary to personally observe closely the real fighting power of these natives so as to have a better idea and determine whether this plan is really reliable.

On the other hand, Wang Jun, who received the news that the Italian army was coming to watch the battle, seemed particularly calm and composed. He thought to himself, isn't it just to watch the battle? What's the big deal? If they want to watch, just let them watch. Anyway, the people he sent out to fight were all local natives. These natives themselves did not have any particularly outstanding military qualities and combat effectiveness. The purpose of sending them to the battlefield was to consume the manpower of the British army. After all, the British army only had so many troops, and he had plenty of native troops at hand. He didn't believe that the British army could hold on if they kept consuming them.

Therefore, when a large group of natives appeared on the battlefield like a tide, Marshal Graziani was really shocked. He was a little confused, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief. He never expected that the tactics adopted by the other side would be so primitive, simple and crude. There was no tactical planning and coordination at all. It was just a group of people rushing forward without any rules. The reckless and careless fighting style made him very disdainful. He thought to himself that everyone could do this, but he really didn't dare to let his soldiers fight like this. If his own troops did the same, the casualties would be terrifying, and he couldn't afford the consequences.

However, looking at the chaotic and tragic scene in front of him, he suddenly remembered a piece of intelligence sent by the intelligence department not long ago, which said that the enemy had taken down a British position at the cost of tens of thousands of casualties. When he saw this intelligence at that time, he was still disdainful, thinking that the intelligence personnel must have exaggerated. How could they fight like this? It was pure nonsense. But now that he witnessed this scene with his own eyes, he realized that what the intelligence said should not be exaggerated, but it was true, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Watching the huge number of people falling on the battlefield, the tragic scene happened right in front of him. For Marshal Graziani, the visual and psychological impact was too great. He never thought that these natives would fight in such a "barbaric" way. Didn't he hear that they were trained by the Soviet army? Logically, they should have some tactical skills. How could they fight at this level? It was really beyond his expectations.

Marshal Graziani watched it patiently for a while, but gradually he felt bored. However, he suppressed his impatience and continued watching. After all, he had already come here, so he had to watch it in its entirety so that he could go back and give an explanation to his subordinates.

Finally, when he saw the corpses piling up on the battlefield and the British soldiers on the position could no longer hold on under such almost crazy and continuous attacks and began to retreat slowly, Marshal Graziani shook his head helplessly, then turned and left the battlefield and walked towards the command post.

"This tactic is not suitable for us. Our soldiers' lives are precious." Marshal Graziani said to the officers on his left and right as he walked back. His tone revealed a hint of helplessness and love for his soldiers. He really couldn't bear to let his well-trained soldiers adopt this almost "suicidal" fighting style. It was simply irresponsible for the lives of soldiers. When others heard this, they all nodded in agreement. Obviously, the natives' desperate charge and the tragic and crazy battle scene really brought them a huge shock. They felt from the bottom of their hearts that they could not learn this fighting style, nor did they dare to learn it. They still valued the safety of soldiers' lives more.

"Marshal, now we can only wait for those natives to take over the British positions. However, there are so many of them that we can never kill them all." An officer looked at the still dense and surging crowd of natives on the battlefield, and couldn't help but sigh, his words full of amazement at the large number of natives.

"Yes, there are too many of them, so densely packed." The other officers also echoed, and everyone looked in the direction of the battlefield, with complicated expressions in their eyes and their own thoughts in their hearts.

Marshal Graziani stood in the Italian command post, his eyes showing a calmness that comes from careful consideration. He slowly said, "Okay, let our soldiers continue to rest and wait for the follow-up troops to arrive. The battlefield will be temporarily handed over to the natives, but we can also provide appropriate support." As soon as he finished speaking, the trusted officers around him nodded in agreement. They also knew that their own troops did need time to recover, and the performance of those natives on the battlefield was quite useful.

The marshal did have some admiration for the natives at this moment. In his opinion, the natives were truly admirable, as they fought with real weapons and swords on the battlefield, completely disregarding the danger and marching forward bravely. Although their fighting style was a bit crude and primitive, their fighting spirit and courage were unquestionable.

Of course, the marshal also knew that the Soviet army was behind these natives, which meant that in the long run, the two sides might stand in opposing camps and become enemies. However, the Soviet army was far away from here, with many regions in between. It was impossible to extend its influence to here in a short period of time.

Considering this, Marshal Graziani keenly realized that the Italian army now had a chance to recruit the enemy. Once this thought came to his mind, he immediately had other thoughts, and his eyes flickered with a calculating light. He thought that he might as well get along with these natives in a friendly way and provide them with some support to the best of his ability on the current battlefield, such as appropriate assistance in supplies and firepower cover, so as to show the friendly attitude of the Italian army and establish a good cooperative relationship with them.

When the right time comes, we can propose the idea of ​​recruiting them. At that time, based on the friendship forged during the previous cooperation between the two sides and the help given by the Italian army, the other party will not easily refuse. After all, for those natives, if they can join the Italian army, they may also be able to obtain more resource guarantees and better development opportunities. Marshal Graziani seemed to have seen the bright prospect of the Italian army's strength increasing greatly after recruiting these natives, and his mouth corners slightly raised, but he also knew that all this was just a concept, and the follow-up still needed careful planning, step by step, and proper handling of various possible situations.

"Marshal, what kind of assistance should we provide?" An officer asked quietly with a curious look on his face and doubt in his eyes. This question also focused the attention of everyone in the command center on Marshal Graziani, and everyone was waiting for him to give a clear answer.

Hearing this, Marshal Graziani frowned slightly, lowered his head to think for a while, and then slowly said: "Let our artillery provide fire support, and our air force can also conduct reconnaissance." There was an unquestionable decisiveness in his tone. In his opinion, this was the most direct and effective way of supporting the natives that the Italian army could give to them at the moment. It could not only help the natives increase their offensive on the battlefield, but also better grasp the battlefield situation.

"Isn't this too much?" However, as soon as the words fell, an officer raised an objection. His brows were furrowed, and his face was full of worry. He was thinking that the Italian army's own resources were limited, and providing support in this way might not be worth the cost.

"How much? They are fighting desperately, is there any problem with us providing some support?" Marshal Graziani's face darkened when he heard the objection, and he said with a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone. He felt that the natives fought so bravely on the battlefield in order to fight against the British army together, and it was natural for the Italian army to provide appropriate support. There was no question of whether it was too much or not.

"No, it's just that we don't have much ammunition." Another officer said with a worried look on his face. He knew very well that the current ammunition reserve situation of the Italian army was not optimistic. If the ammunition was used to support the natives, it would be troublesome if the Italian army had combat needs later. So he couldn't help but express his concerns.

"Then let the logistics department find a way to transport more ammunition. We need more ammunition." Marshal Graziani's face turned cold and his tone became more serious. His words were full of authority that could not be disobeyed. In his mind, since he had decided to help the natives fight through fire support and other means, he had to solve the key problem of ammunition supply and could not retreat because of insufficient ammunition.

Moreover, he had his own calculations in mind. The Italian army could not defeat the British army head-on, so now they supported the natives with artillery fire. If they really took down Alexandria one day, the Italian army would be able to shamelessly say that they had participated in the victory. After all, artillery support was a real contribution. If others questioned it, they could ask back: "Did we provide this artillery fire?" With this in mind, he felt that it was even more necessary to provide support now, even if it took some trouble to prepare more ammunition, it was worth it. (End of this chapter)