On March 2, 1943, in a villa next to the beach in Sicily, our great General Gesyun was sitting on the sofa chair in the office, staring at the Malta battle map on the wall, as if trying to think about something.

It has been two days since I arrived in Sicily. With the help of Obestan, Kinda finally learned about the specific situation of Malta. Kinda also understood from the comparison of strength that it is almost impossible to capture Malta. However, it will not be possible to launch its battles in North Africa and treasure exploration in the future without conquering Malta.

So Kimta was very upset these days. In addition to eating, sleeping, going to the bathroom, and handling some military affairs with Obestan every day, he sat blankly on the chair in the office and staring at the combat map of Malta Island in a daze. He hoped to find a way to attack Malta Island.

Outside the window of the villa, the sound of waves slapping on the beach, and the sound of tourists playing and vendors hawking from time to time. The villa where Jintian lives is very close to the beach. Standing on the balcony, you can bask in the warm sunshine and enjoy the soft sea breeze of the Mediterranean. Holding a telescope, you can also see the undulating breasts of Italian beauty running on the beach, and you can also see the dog-like men and women hiding in the corner having an affair.

But Kimda lost interest in these things for the first time. Now, how to attack Malta has exhausted all of Kimda's brain cells. I really hope that a tsunami suddenly occurred in Malta, drowned everyone on the island. Then his troops could row fishing boats, carry fishing rods, wear slippers, and hold surfboards to occupy Malta, but such a good thing was almost impossible.

Obestin, who was standing beside him, saw Kimda's face helplessness, with a face that had not changed for thousands of years, asked, "General Gesyun, have you thought of a way to attack Malta? You have been like this for several days, and the situation in North Africa is getting worse day by day. Marshal Rommel is now struggling to support him. He has sent many telegrams to ask us to go to North Africa to provide reinforcements as soon as possible. All signs indicate that the British and Americans are about to have major military operations. Moreover, before going to Rome to treat his illness, Marshal Kesaring also said that you will be in full command of the battle on the island of Malta, and your order is his order. If you don't come up with a combat plan, it will be too late."

Jinda looked at Obestein's appearance of playing cards in his ten thousand years, and scolded him for being a fool. Can't you speak more tactfully? Every sentence pierced into other people's hearts, which made people feel uncomfortable. And when Obestein mentioned Caesarin, Jinda was full of anger. The day after he arrived in Sicily, Caesarin said that he had severe dandruff and wanted to go to Rome for treatment, and got on the plane and ran away.

When he left, he said it was his order, and he could mobilize any Italian troops at will. He clearly saw that the island of Malta was not easy to attack, so he would use himself as a shield and let himself be a scapegoat. At that time, he could use the excuse of treating diseases in Rome and put all the blame on himself.

"Hey," Kinda sighed in extreme depression, saying, "I haven't figured out the solution to Obestan, let alone a combat plan. I'm so annoyed now. I want to go shopping on the street, do you want to go together?"

"No need," Obestan shook his head expressionlessly and replied, "I have some documents on my hand to deal with, you can go by yourself! Don't forget to bring soldiers with you to protect your safety, and you will also come back before 3 pm. The navy has arrived. We are going to hold a combat meeting to discuss cooperation issues. You must come back on time."

"I know." Kimda replied boredly, then went to his room to change into a sweatshirt, shorts, sun hat and sunglasses, and went out with two soldiers from the Pest Special Forces. Kimda's Pest Guard was still resting in Germany, so Kimda had to temporarily use the Pest Special Forces people as his escort.

The city of Mexico at noon is the most lively moment of the day. The war seems to have not had a big blow to the city's tourism industry. The streets are full of people who are visiting. The stalls selling pasta and Italian pizza can be seen everywhere, and the aroma of food is intoxicating. There are countless stalls selling various small commodities and small handicrafts. The hawking sounds of vendors are one after another, and many prostitutes exposed by the wearers are attracting guests on the street.

Jintian shuttled through the downtown area with his head hanging down, turning a blind eye to the prosperity in front of him. Jintian's mind was still thinking about how to attack the Island of Malta. The entire Island of Malta is now covered with mines, and the only route that can be passed is blocked by the British fleet. Jintian's own fleet is not the opponent of the British fleet at all, and it is impossible to attack from a route without mines.

Kimda once proposed a plan to attack with a boat while the night was dark, but it was immediately rejected by Obestan without hesitation. Because the British mine density could no longer allow the boat to pass, and British warships patrol all night on the only route. The British could easily find the smuggled boats. Even if one or two boats were on the shore, what's the use? There are 50,000 elite British troops and 1,000 fully armed American troops on the entire island of Malta, and they will die when they go to the island.

After thinking for so many days, Jintian found that smuggling to land was the only way to win. After the troops smuggling to land, they immediately attacked the anti-aircraft artillery positions and combat commands on Malta Island. Then the submarine troops and fleets attacked, dragging the British Malta fleet by killing death. Finally, paratroopers were dispatched to airborne to important areas to carry out occupation. Although this method would cause heavy losses to his troops, it was indeed the only way he thought of.

But now the mines scattered around Malta have lost their effect. The British are also very wary of their minefields. In the mine-intensive areas, there are few British warships patrolling. It seems that the British are also afraid that their warships will accidentally get mines. Maybe the British cannot even figure out how many mines they have laid,

"Come and buy it! Come and buy it! The latest Malta Island tourist map, the latest Malta Island tourist map. It is the latest Malta Island tourist map in the 1943 version. It is limited to 700 copies, and it is a good helper for your collection of tourism." A hawking sound attracted Jintian's attention. Jintian was surprised when he heard this hawking. Why would anyone sell Malta Island tourist map at this time? Isn't this an obvious loss-making deal?

With a strong curiosity, Jintian came to the stall selling maps with the hawking sound. The person who was hawking was a middle-aged fat man. Although he was rustic, he was hawking in fluent German and English.

When he saw Jintian standing in front of him, the fat businessman showed a businessman-like smile on his face, "This gentleman is a German! Do you want to buy a tourist map of Malta? What I sell here is the most detailed tourist map of Malta in the world."

Jintian looked at the somewhat funny fat businessman and asked, "Will anyone go to Malta for travel at this time? It is a war period, and Malta is under the control of the British and is a strategic location in the Mediterranean. Will anyone want it if you sell Malta's tourist map at this time?"

The fat businessman smiled and replied, "It may be your first time traveling to Mexico City! You may not know my name. Others call me Pig Bai. In Mexico City, I am the most famous map merchant. As for the tourist map of Malta I sell! Of course, someone wants it. The tourist map of Malta I sell not only states the geographical location of Malta, but also introduces the distribution of mines of the British in detail, ensuring that you can row a boat to Malta in a place with the most dense mines."

After listening to Zhuzhubai's introduction, Jintian asked with a distrust expression, "Don't brag, the mine distribution map of Malta Island is a British military secret. You can get that thing by a street stall. Damn! Don't be fooling people here! If you sell the real thing to the German army, you will be more prosperous than if you set up a street stall. Do you think I was a kindergarten student? Tell you, I was better than the little red flower in the kindergarten back then."

Zhuzhubai smiled and listened to Jinda's complaints, and replied with an upright look on his face, "Look at what you said, is Zhuzhubai the kind of person I? Let me be honest! This map was drawn by the British." After hearing this, Jinda asked inexplicably, "What do you mean by this? Will the British draw the mine distribution map for you? It won't be that you set up a street stall to sell money and then share it with them to visit prostitutes!"

"You are right!" Zhuzhu Baiteng replied with a smile, "My mine distribution map was indeed drawn for me by the British. There are even fewer women on the island of Malta. In the past, British soldiers would come to Sicily to find girls. After the war broke out, the British blocked the island of Malta and were covered with mines around Malta. Only a small route was left for the ship to pass, which was the way for British soldiers to come to Sicily to find girls. Later, some British soldiers could not stand it anymore, so they secretly copied a mine distribution map of Malta and found a route that could allow the boat to advance in the place with the densest mines.

The British warships did not patrol in the places where mines were densest, so those British soldiers would row boats from the places where mines were densest without being discovered by their superiors, and would be able to travel to Sicily to find girls to enjoy. Some time ago, a British soldier forgot to bring money to prostitutes, so I paid him. To thank me, he gave him a mine distribution map of the Malta Island drawn. As long as he followed the route he drew, he could row a boat and safely arrive at Malta Island."

"Are you talking nonsense?" After hearing Zhu Zhubai's words, Jinda was really unable to react for a moment. This fact was too irritating. "I still don't believe it. You said that British soldiers came to Sicily to visit prostitutes, unless you find one on the street, I will believe it. Besides, who would buy the tourist map of Malta you sold? Now that the war is in chaos, the German army is going to attack Malta again. Who would want to go to Malta to die at this time?"

Zhuzhubai shook his head and said, "Now the British soldiers can't see it anymore. I can't take you to find them. Believe it or not. As for who will buy it? Of course, you are a tourist who just arrived. For the sake of our destiny, I will tell you a way to make money."

As he said, Pig Pig looked left and right, and saw that there were no suspicious people, he continued to whisper, "Now the richest business in Sicily is to send things that men must use to sell to the island of Malta for sale. The island of Malta is very short of supplies, and many daily necessities cannot be found at all. Especially cigarettes, wine, pornographic magazines, and other must-have items are even more popular. My cousin is in this business. He used to be so poor that he ate grass roots and lived in a doghouse. Since he picked up a few pornographic magazines on the street, he made up his mind and smuggled them to the island of Malta and sold them for money. Later, he did a few more business, and now he is a famous outbreaker on the island of Malta. Now many people are eyeing this business. If you have the ability, you can send a few ladies to stay on the island of Malta for 3 days. I promise you won't have to worry about food and drink in your life."

"But this business is life-threatening. Is anyone doing it?" Jinda asked in a bit incredible.

Pig Bai replied, "How come no one did it? If the Germans had not launched military operations recently, the people in this industry would have been restrained. Otherwise, you would go to the beach to see people who were rowing boats to make a fortune on Malta Island. As for the danger? Of course, there is one, but there is a saying that is very popular now. That is, if you have money, you can make Roosevelt kneel down, and if you have money, you can make long live Stalin. This kind of business is very dangerous, but it can make a lot of money. Who wouldn't want to make money? If the Germans had to attack Malta Island, everyone would temporarily put down this business, and no one would want my map. Otherwise, my map would be sold out immediately as soon as it was released. How could it be that the map was sold on the street stalls now?"

After listening to Zhuzhubai’s high remarks, Jintian was a little dazed and couldn’t speak. This was too incredible. This was probably the feeling of being at the end of the road and having no way out. Willow Flowers clearly saw the pawnshop! My God! With these tourist maps of Malta Island, the difficulty of the entire Malta Island battle will be greatly reduced. Thinking of this, Jintian shouted without hesitation, "I want all the maps you have."

"Okay! It's refreshing! This gentleman is such a refreshing person. Then I, Zhuzhubai, are not vague. I will sell all these maps to you at 20% off." Zhuzhubai answered without vaguely when he saw that a big business came to him.
Chapter completed!