Battle of the Third Reich

Taranto Airport has been built for some years, and Mussolini modernized it at the beginning of the ruling. In fact, European airports were basically the same at that time. Aviation technology had not yet developed to the era of jets. The aircraft took off and landed on the runway and The requirements for airport facilities are not so high. Most airports in Germany and France still use soil runways.

The runway of Taranto Airport is paved with cement. After the construction was completed, it was also touted by the Italian media and almost became the national pride of Fascist Italy.

The concrete floor is indeed smoother and firmer. The problem is that because of the proximity to the sea, the concrete components have been eroded by salty moisture all the year round. There have been some obvious cracks in the joints of the original local floor. However, the current damage situation is not too serious, and will not affect the safety of the aircraft.

But General Vondorff, the German garrison commander in Port Taranto, did not think so. He was now holding the neck of the Italian airport commander with his hands and scolding the other side in angrily.

"You said you need cement, I gave you cement, you said you need construction workers, and I gave you workers. Now you tell me, where are you going to use those materials." General Vondorff shook his hand hard Fat Italian.

"General, please calm down, General, listen to my explanation." The Italian colonel's face flushed red. He tried to break away from the magic palm while stuttering and begging for mercy in German.

"General, please calm down. You are about to strangle Colonel Giovanni." The general's adjutant couldn't see it anymore, and he stepped forward to stop it.

"Don't stop me, Ludwig, if the head of state sees all this in front of you, what do you think he would think? Before I was shot by the head of state, I simply strangled the greedy bastard." Vondorff put his arms in his hands, his hands Italian fat man rolled his eyes.

"Quickly separate them, the general has lost his mind." The adjutant greeted the guard aside loudly.

Several strong German soldiers quickly rushed over, and with the effort of feeding, the two finally came to save the Italian colonel's life.

"No matter how angry you are now, it won't help, General. The head of state's plane is coming, and you need to host the welcome ceremony." The adjutant took a kettle from the soldier's hand and handed it to the German Army who was still breathing. Major general.

"Thank you, I'm fine, Ludwig." General Vondorff waved away the kettle and pulled out his handkerchief from the pocket of his pants, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Is the guard of honor ready?" Vondorff asked.

"All ready." The adjutant replied solemnly.

"What about the team?"

"Standing by the tarmac."

"Go and see if the **** is dead."

"There should be another breath."

"Lock him up first and then prosecute him for corruption and malfeasance."

"Follow the order, General Vaughndorff." Lieutenant Li Zheng salutes--

The head of empire did not know about this farce on the ground, and even if he knew it, there would not be much reaction. For him, who ruled the whole of Europe, there were more important things to be concerned about.

"We have controlled the entire Mediterranean, and the port of Taranto has become less geographically important. Its role must be changed." Xu Jun turned his head and looked at the Twin Harbours below the fuselage.

"She has the greatest value right now." Xu Jun pointed to several commercial docks by the old city.

Taranto’s urban construction is very slow. Like most ancient cities in Europe, there are many buildings from the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. Baroque apartments and Gothic spires can be seen everywhere. House. The notorious Taranto steel mill in the later generations was not established at this time, and the city was still bathed in the fresh sea breeze.

After a few weeks of hovering over the city, the aircraft began to descend slowly towards the airport. Since the end of the war, there has not been such a large group of aircraft over the port of Taranto. Citizens on the street couldn’t help but stand and looked up curiously. Flock of eagles hovering overhead.

The head of the plane landed for the first time. The pilot's technique was very good. Before the wheel touched the ground, he hardly felt any bumps. The special plane of the head of state landed steadily on the runway. All the military and political officials who came to welcome them all breathed a long sigh of relief. The officials piled smiles on their faces, preparing to welcome the head of the empire with the most enthusiastic look-

"The German garrison commander of Taranto is Major General Flander Vondorff, and you have met him at the Arsi Forest Camp before." Disenhofen reported to Xu Jun.

"Vaughndorff?" The head of state searched in memory.

"Major general, tall, brown hair, very strong." Weiler hinted at the edge.

"Oh, that Vaughandorf, I remembered that the headquarters sent him here?"

"You really should take a closer look at the list of appointments and removals submitted by the Italian Theater Command." Disenhofen suggested.

"Wait until I'm free." The Emperor of the Empire waved his hand and strode toward the aircraft door--

There were crowds of people on the tarmac. In the front row were local municipal officials in Taranto and senior military officers from Italy and Germany. There were almost three or four hundred people in the back. They were all dependents and expatriates of the German garrison.

The German Garrison Command presented a grand ceremonial welcoming. The German Navy, Army and Air Force troops stationed in Taranto gathered together a whole battalion. The officers and men dressed in military parade uniforms and stood neatly beside the tarmac. In front of the queue, an army colonel was heavily armed, holding a shiny commanding knife and standing upright, behind him stood a row of flag bearers, holding the flags of the troops diagonally in his hand.

Standing beside the Germans is an Italian garrison honor guard, consisting of one hundred army soldiers and an equal number of black shirts. Mussolini wanted to reproduce the glory of the Roman Empire. The Italian army attached great importance to appearance, not to mention combat effectiveness. At that time, the Italian army had a strict military capacity second only to the German Army.

The three bald eagles that came with them landed safely one after another. The guards and soldiers of the guard flag team quickly jumped off the plane. The soldiers of the flag team stood around the special plane of the head of state, and the oblique-end weapons were lined up as a guard.

When everything was ready, the crew members opened the cabin door, and the handsome head of empire appeared at the door of the cabin. The atmosphere at the welcome scene was suddenly boiled. His eyes were raised with his right arm raised high, and all the ears heard cheers and Greetings.

"Hi! Reinhardt! Welcome to Taranto, my head!" Major General Vondorff, as the highest commander of the German garrison in Taranto, won the honor of direct dialogue with the head of state, so the mood looks a bit excitement.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Vaughan." Xu Jun raised the Marshal's slightly stick and gently knocked the brim of the military cap.

"Yes, my head of state, the last time I met was in July." Vondorff replied respectfully.

"General Weierle you should know, this is Major Disenhofen." Xu Jun introduced the entourage.

"General Weirler, Major Disenhofen." According to the rank, both sides saluted each other.

Next is the regular procedure. The head of state reviewed the honor guards of the German and Italian armies. A team of Italian cavalry also performed a dressage dance for the head of state on the lawn next to the apron. During the artillery fired 21 salutes, then Italy Government representatives addressed a welcome speech to the head of state. The head of the empire addressed all the welcoming people. The representatives of the expatriates and military families presented flowers to the head of state. When all the dust settled, the sunset had fallen below the horizon.

"Please get in the car, my head of state." Vondorff attentively opened the door for the head of state.

This is a Lancia Astura luxury convertible made in Italy. It was originally a car of Admiral Cavgliani, the former chief of the Italian navy. After the arrest of the admiral, the Italian government seized the luxury car. Afterwards, he turned around several times and was eventually requisitioned by the German Garrison Command.

"How tall are you, Major General Vondorff." The head of state stood by the door of the car and turned his head to look at Vondorff. Von Stadt was already tall and tall among the Germans at the time, but the major general turned out to be a head taller than the head of state.

"Two meters and six, my head." The major general also stood up proudly, showing off his strong physique to the head.

"Do you usually like to watch movies? Vaughandorf." Xu Jun's face had a strange smile.

"My head, did you just say a movie?" Vondorff's eyes widened in amazement, a bit puzzled.

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