"Let me see your original combat plan." Goodrian took the lead in breaking the silence.

Colonel Westfar gestured on the map with a teaching stick, and explained Rommel's general combat ideas and details before leaving.

Goodrian frowned: "What is the basis for this plan? Is there a reliable source of intelligence?"

"Yes. We have obtained a relatively detailed and complete British defense map." Lieutenant Colonel Merlinjin handed Guderian a map, "Our artillery hit a jeep coming to reconnaissance on the front line, and found it from the British major driving."

"Well, this shell is a coincidence..."

Listening to Guderian's tone was not right, as if there was a faint sarcasm in it, Lieutenant Colonel Merlinjin was confused, "The destruction of the jeep cannot be faked, and the frontline officers and soldiers saw it. We asked the British prisoners to verify the situation. The major was named Smith, and he was indeed a staff officer at the Eighth Army Command."

"Oh..." Goodrian sighed and said in a teasing tone, "You have been with Rommel for too long."

Colonel Westfar's face suddenly pulled down: "Your words are not funny at all."

Guderian said as if nothing had happened: "I ask you, besides Rommel, who is the senior general of the empire who often stands on the front line in battle and observes the enemy situation personally? Not to mention the marshal, there are probably no major general or above. It turns out that I am the same, but I have basically changed this habit."

"This..." The people in the command center looked at each other. It seemed that except Rommel, there was no one else to find this matter. Everyone has always used this spirit of leading by example. Now, after Goodrian's tone, it seems that this matter is done wrong?

"Gentlemen, although I have few opportunities to deal with the British, I have met some British people during the French Battle." Goodrian said with a smile. "Think about the image of the British officers in your mind, they are the most concerned about hierarchy. How could a major do such a reconnaissance position? Take a step back, even if this major comes to reconnaissance, will he come out alone? Where is his driver? Where is his guard?"

"Wow..." The officers in the command center changed their faces and began to whisper. Some people wanted to ask why the British sent a real major to die, but they also thought this question was stupid - what's so great about sacrificing a major in order to convey false information, and who knows what else is there in this major?

"And..." Guderian shook the map, "Look at this map, how new, so new that even the traces on the crease have not yet penetrated. Just look for an old map to compare, which one has no traces of leakage?" Everyone is experienced officers, and there is no need to verify this kind of thing. You can understand it when you think about it: because the crease is often in contact with your hands, sweat will inevitably fall on it, especially in the climate of desert combat, the old map is full of marks.

"Let's take a step back... Suppose this is a new map that the British reconnaissance personnel have just completed, and you can look at the lines and outlines on it..." Guderian pointed at the map with his hand, "Can it be so symmetrical and so consistent in thickness? In my impression, the reconnaissance personnel are always in a hurry and nervous state, and they have no ability and no need to draw the picture so fine."

Lieutenant Colonel Meilinjin took a closer look, recalling some of his doubts when he got the map, and said decadently: "I understand what you mean. This is not a reconnaissance map at all. This is clearly a fake map carefully prepared by the British compared the existing map..."

This scoundrel woke everyone up: the originally targeted and self-deservingly clever strategic deployment was based on false information, and the African army's passwords and information were fully mastered by the British. No matter from any angle, this battle cannot be fought, and all factors point to a path - complete failure!

Now everyone is looking at Guderian, hoping that the new commander who has been in office less than a week will come up with a solution. This is just like whenever the situation is unfavorable in the past two years, everyone is looking at Rommel and expecting him to come up with strange ideas.

"Don't change the password first." Guderian smiled sly, "changing the password will not achieve the effect of numbing the other party. I have communicated with the head of state before coming, and I will use a better method."

Under the gaze of several major generals in the headquarters, Guderian personally drafted the telegram on the spot and sent it to Berlin with the original telegram password. The telegram was written very artistically and had the style of a master of strategy: we noticed that the other side's troops were different and were changing the established combat deployment. The attack, which was originally scheduled to be on August 31, was postponed until after September 7. In order to avoid letting the British see the flaws, we would choose the opportunity to let the Italians launch a feint attack on the northern line to restrain the British's attention. In addition, due to the shortage of supplies and insufficient troops, we hope that the base camp can add as soon as possible.

Berlin's call came back in the evening: First, he agreed to Guderian's combat deployment and told him not to worry. If it was too late on September 7, it would be okay to postpone the campaign after September 10; second, he told him that due to the fierce war on the Eastern Front, the German army was ready to launch the Battle of Stalingrad, and the main air force was deployed in the Caucasus region, and he had no time to take care of the Mediterranean. He asked him to wait until December, that is, after the Eastern Front entered a season where ice and snow were not suitable for combat, and then consider large-scale supply. At present, he could only maintain it. On the afternoon of September 6, two Italian oil tankers would supply 6,000 tons of gasoline at the port of Tobrook, and asked him to arrange for a response.

Of course, these two pieces of false information were made to fool the British. Guderian had already communicated with Hoffman before leaving. The first phase of the African battle before the complete replacement of the secret code was all drawn up by Guderian. Berlin did not care. If Guderian needed to cooperate, the base camp would follow his meaning. Anyway, there would not be a word in it, but the overall meaning looked very realistic. The so-called gasoline supply news is true, but the time does not match. The real time was that the oil tanker docked on the morning of September 3. This was a trick that Keselin and Guderian agreed.

"Gentlemen, I've sent the confusion telegram, and soon the British will understand our combat deployment, but our real combat direction is..." Goodrian drew an arrow on the map and took a heavy photo on it, "It's actually here."

The arrows drawn by Guderian on the map pointed to Tobrook behind them, and the conference room exploded for a moment. If Guderian's deployment was followed, wouldn't all their achievements be wiped out in the past six months?

"Gentlemen, if you know the exact situation of the British opposite, you would not be surprised by this." When Guderian told his subordinates that the actual situation of the British Eighth Army confronted them, everyone in the African Army Command could not sit still: Montgomery had 230,000 men, the number of tanks and aircraft was basically 1,500, while the African Army had less than 80,000 troops, and only 500 tanks (half were Italian Fiat tanks with poor performance), and only 350 aircraft. The British army not only had 3 times the strength of the African Army (the African Army had less than 100,000 troops, except for the remaining troops in the rear, there were less than 80,000 people on the front line of the Alamanian, of which 50,000 were Italians), but also had an overwhelming advantage in major technical weapons.

Chief of Staff Colonel Bairlein immediately cursed and said, "This battle cannot be fought. The enemy has a 3-4-fold advantage in major weapons such as planes and tanks, and its strength is 5 times higher than ours." No one pointed out the calculation problem in his words, because in the battle of the African army, the Italians were never counted as the heads, and at most hedged the same number of British people - this is often impossible.

Lieutenant Colonel Meilinjin was very nervous because it was the responsibility of the Intelligence Department to find out the enemy situation. He had already suffered a loss on the fake map. He had collected information that the Eighth Army had a slightly superior force than the African army, but it was not impossible to fight. He subconsciously asked Guderian: "Sir, is this situation reliable?"

"Reliable. After the head of state arrested Canaris, he reorganized the intelligence agency and dug out a lot of information." Although Canaris's arrest was still confidential in the local area, Guderian was not afraid of the news coming from the African Army, so he said without hesitation, "Because I found that you didn't even know that the commander of the Eighth Army had been replaced by Okinlek to Montgomery, which is a problem."

Merlinjin's face was very embarrassed. The radio listening unit that Marshal Rommel had relied on was knocked out by the British. Now, the intelligence director was almost blind. Egypt's intelligence information has been heard one after another these days, but now it seems that the line is obviously fake. The intelligence officer may have been taken over by the British.
Chapter completed!