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- Bulgaria, Zagora, July 1942.
A major raid that shocked the world is quietly kicking off
On July 8, Ernst Alexander von Brahm, Honorary Grand Marshal of the Army, Navy and Air Force of the German Empire, participated in the German Military Parade.
On the same day, Marshal Ernst accepted an interview with a reporter from the "German Berliner Zeitung" and announced that he would conduct inspections in Asfield and other cities to boost the morale of the local people.
On July 9, the city of Asfield held a grand welcome ceremony to celebrate the arrival of Baron Alexson.
A man who looked exactly like Baron Alexson received the warmest welcome from the people of Asfield in the car.
In a separate interview with a reporter from the "German Berliner Zeitung", "Marshal Ernst" announced that he would stay in Asfield for three days, and then launch his own inspections in major cities.
Every city named is ready to welcome Baron Alexson
A deception is beginning
At this time, the real Baron Alexon has arrived in Zagora, Bulgaria!
In order to cooperate with Marshal Ernst¡¯s real strategic purpose, the German troops on the Russian front line were frequently mobilized, and the Free Russian Legion was formed and continuously attacked the Soviet army.
At the same time, the German Air Force commanded by Marshal Richthofen also continued to dispatch to carry out indiscriminate bombing of the main Soviet positions.
Manstein appeared in Russia, Guderian appeared in Russia, and Model appeared in Russia
The tank has been filled with fuel and the machine gun has been loaded with bullets!
Everything indicates that the German army, which has just achieved great victories in Kharkov and Sevastopol fortresses, will soon launch a large-scale offensive in Russia during the most favorable season of summer.
A huge strategic deception is unfolding!
Everything revolves around one person:
Marshal Ernst Alexson von Brahm!
And this is also where Wang Weiyi feels happiest! In Germany, when he decides to do something, he can get the full support of all the forces in Germany!
Now, the raid battle that will shock the world is about to begin!
Two SS divisions, eight Wehrmacht army divisions, 200,000 Bulgarian troops, and 60,000 Yugoslav troops have completed pre-war preparations.
The codename of this operation is "Twilight of the Gods"!
¡°I have to admire the outstanding mobilization capabilities of the German commanders on the front line. If a huge army secretly assembled in Zagora, it successfully hid it from the intelligence reconnaissance of the Allies and Turkey!
This is a miracle! This provides the most favorable foundation for Marshal Ernst's large-scale raid!
The SS Adolf Hitler's Guardsmen Armored Infantry Division commanded by Joseph Sepp Dietrich and the Waffen SS Reich Division commanded by George Kopler, mobilized from the Soviet battlefield, have completed preparations for the expedition.
These are the two most elite armed forces in Germany. Especially after they learned that General Ernst Brahm would still command them to fight this time, all the officers and soldiers were full of high morale.
All for Germany! All for Ernst!
The prelude to the war has begun - the tanks are roaring and the soldiers are getting ready to go!
But at this time, the eyes of the world are still fixed on Russia!
They would never have imagined that Germany would actually attack T¨¹rkiye!
Before that, Ernst still had one last step to complete. He handed over this glorious task to another miracle worker in Germany. With only seven people, he occupied Belgrade, the capital of Yugoslavia, and was praised as the "magician." "SS Captain Fritz Klingenberg.
Klingenberg never dreamed that he would be personally summoned by Marshal Ernst and personally entrusted with important tasks by the Marshal!
This is the greatest honor in his life!
No one can stop him from completing his mission!
T¨¹rkiye, Joblu, July 10, 1942, night, 9:30.
Several people with hurried expressions appeared on the streets of Choblu, led by none other than the "Conqueror of Belgrade" Fritz Klingenberg.
They have killed at least seven police officers and put on their clothes.
The only regret is that when dealing with the last policeman, due to a small oversight, their translator died.
It¡¯s a problem, but Klingenberg doesn¡¯t care
These SS soldiers, who did not speak Turkish at all, actually dared to walk in Qoblu with such arrogance. They were so bold that it was outrageous.
And they have only one goal:
Joe Blue City Radio!
The gatekeeper at the radio station yawned out of boredom. In one hour, the boring day's work would be over.
At this time, they saw several policemen walking in their direction, probably asking for cigarettes again.
The leading policeman waved to them with a smile on his face, which was relatively rare.
When he walked in front of him, the gatekeeper noticed that these police officers looked a little strange. When he was about to ask, a dagger had already been deeply pierced into his chest.
The gatekeeper fell, and the accomplices behind Klingenberg quickly brought two corpses and threw them at the door of the radio station, and sprinkled a large number of leaflets on them:
"Kill the Germans." "We don't need Germany." "Alliance with Britain and defeat Germany!"
Klingenberg waved toward the radio, and his accomplices quickly rushed in with weapons in hand.
Klingenberg had a winner's smile on his face. He took a submachine gun and fired a bunch of bullets into the sky!
The sound of gunshots instantly broke Qiao Blu¡¯s tranquility
The Turks on the radio didn¡¯t understand what was going on. Several staff members were preparing to broadcast the speech of Inonu, the leader of the Republic, when they were stunned by the sound of gunfire.
They ran out in a hurry, but met several soldiers wearing Turkish police uniforms. They were about to speak, but the submachine guns in the hands of the policemen had already spoken first.
Several bodies fell to the ground, and the guys from Klingenberg's team took out a handful of leaflets and scattered them everywhere.
When Klingenberg walked in with a steady pace, the radio station was already controlled by his men.
He looked at the panicked Turks under the gun and smiled: "Does anyone understand German?"
"I, I understand" one person raised his hand
Klingenberg asked his men to bring the man to him, and took out a prepared speech and handed it to him: "According to the above, it will be published in Turkish first and then in German. As long as one is wrong, Word, everyone here must die."
The Turks took the manuscript with fear, and then read it out word by word under the threat of gunpoint:
"German expatriates in Joblu are being massacred by shameless thugs. Anti-German forces are spreading throughout Joblu. We can no longer bear it. As of tonight, one hundred German expats have died in the hands of thugs. Get up, wake up, German ¨¦migr¨¦s! Revolt for our survival!¡±
This is the so-called "Jobulu Uprising", also known as "The Night of the Qobulu Massacre".
"Captain, a lot of police are coming here." A subordinate walked in and pointed outside.
Judging from his expression, he seems to have no idea what fear is.
"Benz, you watch them here and continue to ask him to repeatedly call on the radio. If they do anything, I approve you to kill them." Klingenberg said nonchalantly: "Others, follow me. We have to hold this place until Marshal Ernst arrives."
A large number of police officers appeared outside the radio station. Klingenberg smiled and fired at the outside with the submachine gun in his hand. The police officers immediately fled to a safe place in a panic.
"Captain, the Turkish regular army is probably arriving soon." A sergeant named Smolin also shot out the bullet from his gun.
"Probably yes, but what does that matter?" Klingenberg shrugged, took off all the grenades he was carrying, and placed them neatly one by one: "You have to know, my troops can There's never been a time to be afraid. Are you afraid, Sergeant Smolin?"
"I think you are insulting me, Captain." Smolin took out a grenade and threw it hard. Amidst the "boom" explosion, he said easily: "I was just thinking about how many Turks we could kill." people"
Klingenberg laughed loudly.
He knew that Marshal Ernst must have heard the radio broadcast at this time, and that was the signal.
The powerful German tanks are about to launch a full-scale attack on Turkey under the personal command of the great Marshal Ernst. What I have to do is to try my best to stay here.
In fact, the mission above did not allow him to stick to it, but in Klingenberg¡¯s view, sticking to this place would be enough?It would be good to attract the Turks, even if it reduces the pressure of one Turkish soldier on the frontline troops.
Now, he has seen some Turkish regular troops appear.
He picked up a grenade, weighed it in his hand, and then shouted loudly:
"Let's have a good fight!"
The telegram sent from Joblu quickly spread throughout T¨¹rkiye.
German "Balkan Army" headquarters, night of July 10, 1942, 9:55.
"Marshal Ernst, Klingenberg has succeeded."
"Very good." Wang Weiyi nodded with great satisfaction: "General Joseph Sepp Dietrich, General George Kepler, let's get started!"¡ª¡ª
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