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

In a slightly cramped meeting room, the atmosphere was so depressing that it was almost suffocating.

Everyone present was aware of the key position the Black Shirts occupied in the current situation.

The Blackshirts were an elite armed force carefully built by Mussolini. They were selected from passionate young people from all over Italy and underwent rigorous training. Every soldier possessed excellent military qualities and combat skills.

Their equipment is top-notch in the Italian army. Advanced weapons and excellent protection make them have strong combat effectiveness on the battlefield.

On weekdays, they are like sleeping lions, carefully hidden in the snow and only awakened at the most critical moment.

In the strategic layout of the Italian army, the Black Shirts are like a trump card on the battlefield. No one will easily mention this last trump card until a critical moment of life and death.

However, this topic was suddenly brought up at this moment, and in this slightly cramped meeting room, it was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Everyone had different expressions. Some had frowned and looked solemn, as if their backs were bent by the heavy battle; some were fidgeting, anxiety revealed in their eyes, and they kept moving their bodies in their seats.

But all of them reveal deep concern about the current war situation.

These senior generals of the Italian army have been feeling increasingly heavy-hearted as they read the battle reports from the front lines these days.

On the battlefield, the attacks of our troops were stubbornly repelled by the enemy time and time again, and the blood of the soldiers dyed large tracts of land red.

Under the enemy's fierce attack, the defense line was torn apart bit by bit like fragile paper.

The morale of the troops was at its lowest point, and the soldiers' eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

Obviously, if victory can be achieved by relying on the existing troops, who would be willing to take the risk of using this last trump card?
But the cruel reality lies before them. With their current troop deployment and combat posture, it is simply a fantasy to expect them to win this war.

It was based on this desperate realization that everyone's eyes were focused on Marshal Graziani.

Those eyes were filled with expectation and desire, as if the war would turn around if the marshal just nodded.

The conference room was eerily quiet; only the sound of people breathing could be heard. Everyone was waiting, waiting for the marshal's reply.

"Has the situation reached this point?" Marshal Graziani spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, as if tempered by the vicissitudes of time and war.

He frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

His furrowed brows and deep eyes all revealed his inner struggle and entanglement.

In his mind, he kept thinking about the recent battle situation.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, and the pungent smell of gunpowder seemed to still linger in his nostrils; the soldiers' screams and wails, the painful sounds seemed to still echo in his ears; the failed attacks, the scenes of attacking the enemy's defenses but being ruthlessly repelled kept reappearing before his eyes; the continuous loss of positions, the Italian flags pulled down by the enemy, were like heavy shackles, pressing him to the point of suffocation.

He is the pride of the Italian army. He joined the army at a young age and distinguished himself in countless battles.

He has always hoped to win a great victory by commanding the existing troops to prove his military talent and leadership ability.

He was extremely confident in his tactics and had full trust in the soldiers under his command.

But now, the cruel war situation forced him to face reality, and reason told him that judging from the current situation, there was little hope of winning the war.

Perhaps, the only hope now lies with the Black Shirts.

Or perhaps, if we wait a little longer until the main German forces arrive, the situation may turn around.

However, as soon as this idea came up, new problems arose.

Once the German army gains the advantage, how should the subsequent benefits be distributed?
Although Italy paid a huge price in the war over the years, it also gained some benefits in the occupied areas, which were paid for with the lives of countless Italian soldiers.

Are they going to give up the vested interests they have worked so hard for?
This is absolutely ridiculous.
Marshal Graziani roared in his heart, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He held a high position in the Italian army. Years of fighting had made him fully aware of the importance of interests. It was absolutely unacceptable for him to give up what he had gained.

He slowly raised his head and glanced at everyone's expectant faces, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew that the decision he was about to make would not only affect the direction of the war, but also the future fate and interests of the Italian army.

He weighed the pros and cons in his mind. Every choice was like walking on a tightrope. If he was not careful, he would be doomed.

If the Black Shirts are used, it may be possible to reverse the situation of the war, but the forces behind the Black Shirts will definitely demand more political and military voice after the war, which will also pose a certain threat to his leadership position.

If we wait for the main force of the German army, we will not only face the risk of our interests being divided, but we may also lose our independent decision-making power in front of the German army and become a supporting role in the war.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice carrying an unquestionable calmness: "I will personally report the matter of mobilizing the Black Shirts, but before that I still hope you can try harder." His tone was not loud, but it echoed in the conference room like an order.

Hearing this, the tense expressions of all the subordinates instantly relaxed, and joy gradually appeared on their faces.

These days, they were losing ground on the battlefield, everyone was overwhelmed by the tremendous pressure, and the shadow of death was always looming over them.

At this moment, as long as I don’t have to die in vain, it would be the best news.

As for the fact that the Black Shirts had stolen their limelight, it seemed so insignificant in the face of life and death that they didn't care at all.

"Yes, Your Excellency Marshal." All the subordinates responded in unison, with a hint of relief in their voices for surviving the disaster.

Some people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge stone in their hearts had finally fallen to the ground; some people straightened their backs slightly, as if they had regained a bit of confidence, and began to think about how to perform in the next battle.

Elsewhere, after Rommel learned of the Italian army's actions, he just stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the smoke-filled battlefield in the distance, shook his head slightly, and said nothing more.

There was a hint of disappointment and helplessness in his eyes. Ever since he saw the true combat effectiveness of the Italian army on the battlefield, he had lost confidence in this Allied force.

The chaotic command, the officers issued orders without any system on the battlefield, resulting in chaotic troop movements; the weak attack, the soldiers lacked courage and determination when charging, and were often easily repelled by the enemy; the fragile defense line was almost vulnerable to the enemy's artillery attack.

All these made him realize clearly that it was almost impossible to turn the tide of the war by relying on the Italian army. In his mind, the elite German troops that were about to arrive appeared, which was his only hope at the moment.

The German Army's combat effectiveness is world-renowned. They are well-trained, and every soldier has undergone rigorous military training and possesses superb combat skills. They are well-equipped, and advanced tanks, artillery and other weapons give them a strong firepower advantage on the battlefield. They have iron-like discipline and can strictly execute orders no matter what difficulties and obstacles they face.

Rommel believed that as soon as they arrived, the war situation would change dramatically.

He seemed to have seen the German tanks galloping across the battlefield, raising clouds of dust, and the soldiers charging fiercely like tigers, shouting and killing, and beating the enemy back step by step.

But he also knows that war is never a simple contest of force, but rather involves complex politics and interest games.

Although the Italian army's combat effectiveness is not strong, they also have their own demands and ambitions in this war.

Italy wants to gain a foothold on the European political stage and expand its sphere of influence, which are in conflict with the German army's strategic goals.

No one can predict how the situation will develop in the future.

He turned around, with his back to the window, his hands folded in front of his chest, and fell into deep thought. He must be fully prepared for the arrival of the German army, whether it is tactical deployment or coordination with the Allies, there can be no mistakes.

He began to conceive various tactical plans in his mind, thinking about how to maximize the advantages on the battlefield based on the equipment characteristics and quality of the German army's soldiers.

At the same time, he was also thinking about how to communicate and cooperate effectively with the Italian army to avoid conflicts and misunderstandings on the battlefield.

He knew that the arrival of the German army would change the situation of the war, but it would also bring new problems and challenges.

He needed to deal carefully with the conflicts within the Italian army and the conflicts of interest among various forces.

In Italy, the political situation became increasingly complicated because of the war.

On the one hand, Mussolini hoped to enhance Italy's international status through war, and on the other hand, he had to balance the interests of various domestic forces.

As a trump card in his hand, the Black Shirts naturally became the focus of competition among all parties.

Some political forces hoped that the Black Shirts could play an important role in the war and thus enhance their influence at home; while other forces worried that the rise of the Black Shirts would threaten their own position.

Marshal Graziani, as a senior military official, was also drawn into this political whirlpool.

He had to consider not only the outcome of the war, but also the attitudes of domestic political forces, which made his decision more difficult.

And on the battlefield, the soldiers are still struggling.

Countless lives are lost every day and the earth is dyed red with blood.

They watched their comrades fall one by one, their hearts filled with fear and confusion.

They didn't know how long the war would last, nor did they know whether they would be able to return home alive.

Marshal Graziani did not feel much relieved after making the decision.

He knew that whether he eventually used the Blackshirts or waited for the arrival of the German army, he would face tremendous pressure and challenges.

Therefore, he also strengthened the training and reorganization of existing troops, hoping to improve the combat effectiveness of the troops in the final time.

Rommel was also not idle. He continued to collect battlefield intelligence and understand the enemy's deployment and movements.

He maintained close contact with the German headquarters, reporting the situation on the battlefield, and also waiting for the arrival of the main German forces.

He knew that the days ahead would be full of challenges, but he had full confidence in the German army's combat effectiveness and believed that they would be able to create a miracle on this battlefield.

At the same time, in a tent not far from the battlefield, Wang Jun was looking at the intelligence that had just been delivered, his face full of helplessness and disdain, and he threw the intelligence heavily on the table, "The combat effectiveness of the Italian army is indeed poor. I didn't expect that they would lose all the positions we had captured before. This is something I didn't expect." As he spoke, he shook his head involuntarily, his brows twisted into the shape of a "川" character.

He had thought that the Italian army would not be too strong, but he never expected them to be so vulnerable.

It was unimaginable that they had lost their hard-earned advantage so easily.

"Sir, should we go for reinforcement?" the subordinate asked cautiously, with a hint of inquiry and uneasiness in his eyes.

"No, there is no need for now. The German army hasn't arrived yet. Let them clean up this mess. If they can't even take over a port, then what is there for them to cooperate with us?" Wang Jun crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and said proudly.

At this moment, he holds the important resource of oil in his hands. In this game of interests, he feels that he is fully qualified to say this.

He knew that the importance of oil in the war was self-evident, and all forces were coveting it. This was the biggest bargaining chip in his hand.

He was also closely following the development of the war, thinking about how to gain the greatest benefits for himself and his forces in this chaotic war.

After hearing this, the subordinate nodded slightly, moved his lips, but ultimately said nothing.

He also knew that what Wang Jun said made sense. If the German army could not even take over a port, it would not be qualified to cooperate with them and share resources such as oil.

He silently stepped aside, continued to pay attention to the movements outside the tent, and was ready to carry out Wang Jun's next order at any time.

"What do the natives in the south say?" Wang Jun asked.

"The vast majority chose to surrender, but a small number refused to surrender. They thought we were traitors and should not betray the British Empire." The subordinate hurriedly explained.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jun was surprised. He didn't expect that some of these natives were loyal to the great powers.

In that case, he was too lazy to waste time talking to these people.

"Let the local natives deal with them." Wang Jun said lightly.

"Yes." The subordinate quickly responded. He was not surprised by this result and even felt it was natural. (End of this chapter)