.Because it was winter, night had already fallen before 6 pm. In the middle of the dark forest, a dirt road less than two meters wide stretched northward, and countless firefly-like highlights were slowly moving along it. Under the combined effect of time and natural conditions, this road that was originally built for cars and horses, and pedestrians seemed rugged and difficult to walk at this moment. If the cold weather had not frozen the soil stiffly and stiffly, these "mechanical monsters" from Europe would probably be even more depressed when walking.

With an indescribable mood, Lieutenant Colonel Okura stood on the wall of a car with several antennas standing upright in the half-track armored vehicle, looking out, his ears were filled with the unique sound of the heavy roar of the heavy diesel engine when it was running and the friction between the metal tracks. Looking around, he could not tell the long steel torrent at the beginning and the end. Okura, who was in it, was still proud of the strength of the German armored legion, but the actual situation of his own troops made him feel a little worried - is it the fighting will overcome fatigue or the power of the last moment without wearing Lu's shady? Is it a surprise to the enemy or a hard attack?

Although Rommel did not tell him the final purpose of the trip at noon, Okura felt that the current situation was clearer. Go north and continue to go north. Is there a second goal?

A year ago, Okura was still fighting in the wet South Asia, so he did not personally experience the retreat that occurred in the Sea Cucumber Via, but he believed that the German officers and soldiers who were forced to evacuate must have a very urgent hope to return to their hometown and return as the proud attitude of the winner!

"Lieutenant Colonel, the Navy will cooperate with us!"

While Okura was stunned, his adjutant Domon suddenly stretched out his head from the side.

"Ka...I think so!" Okura turned his head and looked at the clever young officer. It seemed that he had guessed the reason why the troops were so anxious to set off. At this moment, they were walking along a mountain road 5 or 6 kilometers away from the coastline. Unfortunately, their sight is not enough to allow them to see the sea surface, but the salty and astringent smell of the sea breeze is clearly visible.

Domon looked around and said:

"Oh, it seems that the entire division can move all the tanks are coming!"

Okura didn't speak. From the perspective of a regiment commander, he was inconvenient and could not express any opinions on this. It was his duty to manage his subordinates and carefully execute the orders of superiors. As for Domon, this young adjutant would have more time to think about other things, which Okura was sometimes very envious of.

"Lieutenant Colonel, Colonel Harman is going to talk to you!" The communication soldier sitting in a corner of the car said, taking off the headphones and microphones together and handing them to Okura.

Okura's heart moved, and she didn't care about the shaking of the carriage and took the headphones and microphone from the communications trooper without caring about it.

"Yes, Colonel. I am Okura... The situation is normal, at least at present, 150 kilometers? 8 hours?... I think there should be no problem!... Yes, no problem!... I understand! Obey orders!"

After the brief call, the cold expression on Okura's face not only did not ease but became heavier.

Seeing this, the staff around him did not dare to ask more and did not dare to comfort him. In their opinion, it was not to mention that their regiment commander did not get the main attack mission in the division this time. After all, the 4th regiment was ranked 4th by serial number. Even if there was such a strong personality, even if he had good combat power, he was always ranked behind the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd regiments during offensive operations, and unless it was a large-scale interspersed division of large groups of enemies, there was obviously no such environment and opportunity here.

After pondering for a while, Okura raised her head and saw that most of the officers in the car were paying attention to her.

"The division headquarters ordered our regiment to carry out roundabout missions. So from now on, we have to travel at least 150 kilometers on such a road, and within 8 hours..."

Okura stood up with his fists clenched, "The task is heavy and difficult, but our goal is... to cut off the path of the powerful enemy of the sea cucumber to escape north!"

"Sea Cucumber Viagra!"

Several officers almost shouted out. Before receiving the order, people were not sure whether they would become a member of the attack on the Sea Cucumber Power, let alone attacking the Far East first fortress in time. Although the capture of the Sea Cucumber Power is far less honorable than entering the capital of the enemy, it can be used as a phased "ultimate goal" before launching a landing war against Japan. Moreover, there has been a long time since the German officers and soldiers that they can win the war without having to land directly on the Japanese archipelago.

However, when he thought that he was going to perform a roundabout task rather than a frontal main attack, the staff officers in the car were also somewhat disappointed like Okura. Although the troops serving as the main attack could not guarantee to enter the sea cucumber first, they were "close to the water". As for the land responsible for the roundabout, although they often caught many prisoners, they inevitably suffered more. Besides, 150 kilometers of 8 hours of marching for 150 kilometers sounds simple, but the speed of traveling on this dirt road cannot be compared with the road. Moreover, the off-road trip of both the Type 3 and the 4 tanks is less than 150 kilometers, which means that they have to refuel at least once in the middle before participating in the battle. If it is smoothly refueled in the battlefield environment, it will only take half an hour. If it is not smooth, the time it takes is difficult to predict!

As a result, the wind was gushing outside the car, and the atmosphere in the car could not be hot. The specific orders were quickly conveyed to the subordinate companies, but Okura's brows were still tight. This action did meet the style of their division elder Rommel, who was famous for his weird and varied tactics, but will this time succeed as usual?

Okura seemed very worried, and at the same time, in the distant sea cucumbers, another group of Germans were indeed full of confidence and fighting spirit.

"Very good, we continue to maintain this speed and let the self-righteous Japanese guys see how powerful we are!"

In the command room of the heavy cruiser Hesse, the old coach Spey seemed full of vitality. It was no wonder that since he was forced to lead the fleet to evacuate the sea cucumber, he has been looking forward to the arrival of this day. For the same reason, the German Supreme Command and the Navy unanimously agreed to appoint Spey to command the battle so that the old coach would take this matter before he retired. This is also a reward for his loyal service to the navy for many years.

On the sea not far away, the battleships "Caesar Fitre III", "August" and "Bavaria" were aiming their starboard side at the black coastline in a column. In their main turrets, naval gunners were orderly loading a half-ton and a large bag of launching medicine into a huge barrel, and volleys were fired every two minutes. Such speed was not difficult for these three main warships, which had been in service for three years, seven years and ten years in the German Navy. In fact, except for the "Bavaria" a little older, the other two were in the best state of hulls and crews. Because their main artillery fire was so strong, even the strong fortress would tremble when the shells fell, barely storming on the top of the fortifications. The sixteen sun-rise flags of the Japanese Navy were!

Just as the old coach was speaking, the gunners in the three battleships opened the barrel again and repeated the loading procedure that was too familiar to be familiar. The residual heat left by the launching medicine also filled the limited internal space of the turret. Although the exhaust fan was rotating wildly, the thermometer on the tower wall clearly showed the temperature inside - 48 degrees, which was nearly 50 degrees higher than the outside temperature!

The old coach is naturally very clear about the hard working environment in the turret, like a stove. In fact, his order to volley the main gun at such a rate of fire is already considering the situation of the gunners. If it were a fierce naval battle, it would be normal to fire once every 1.5 minutes or even once a minute. When a single ship is free to shoot, the main gun of the Caesar Fitre III battleship can reach 1.5 rounds per minute!

When the three German battleships had a total of 25 main guns with a caliber of at least 343 mm were fired at the fortress on the shore, the Japanese fortress guns there were also counterattacks without any weakness. The slightly messy shells came from time to time. Almost every minute, dark red "meteors" would land on the sea. Some were far from the German battleships, and some seemed to be close at hand! It was not only the officers and soldiers on the three battleships that needed to be careful to guard against these heavy pound fortress shells, but also the destroyers who carried anti-submarine alert around them had to pray at all times. Although these destroyers could easily defeat similar Japanese light ships, they were not the opponents of the fortress guns of 280 mm or even larger. Often, a near-lost bullet could shake the sailors on the destroyers in a dire way, let alone rubbing lightly or even hitting directly!

"Marson, this is a secret telegram sent by Qingdao Command!"

While another deafening sound of cannons was still echoing on the sea, the communication officer wearing a thick basket of black winter navy coats came to Spee, and after saluting, he handed a telegram, with a serious expression but not restrained expression, and a sense of confidence and ease in his eyes.

Spey received the telegram, and his two senior staff members stood at the right distance to watch him.

"The army will be able to launch an attack in another 4 hours. Whether we land from the sea depends on their progress!" Spey did not seem to keep the secret from the officers around him. His voice was enough to ensure that most of the people in the command room could hear it.

"How likely is the army to solve this battle alone?" A brigadier general next to him, who had gray hair on his temples, spoke. Although the Supreme Command has not issued a notice, it would be almost 100% for his age and military rank to retire after the war. Therefore, it is the same wish of veterans like them to obtain more merits before the war ends.

"From the moment we fired the shore, our navy will have a share of the battle!"
Chapter completed!