Seeing Model leaving in a hurry, Chen Yanlong was relieved.

Because he was worried that the other party would keep asking where his planes and tanks came from.

Although he could use the authority of the head of state to let him not ask or inquire.

However, once these weapons and equipment are exposed in battle, he also needs to find a way to explain the source of these weapons and equipment.

Of course, Chen Yanlong's best solution is to exchange the design drawings of these weapons and equipment, and then order Albert Spel, the Minister of the Arms and Wartime Production Department, to find a way to create them.

Or to produce it for some weapons and equipment manufacturers you have believed in.

"Forget it! Let's take one step at that time! There is no good idea if I think too much! Anyway, I only have 500 aircraft left and three V2 missiles have not been redeemed yet; I don't know if all the weapons and equipment I used to save my life that were left to me by the "World Ace Weapon Exchange Mall" will be exchanged for me, and the collection of energy points, after I can use them all, I don't know what the situation of my weapon and equipment exchange and energy points will be like in the future! It seems that I still have to rely on myself to solve everything!"

Chen Yanlong finally sighed softly.

Afterwards, Chen Yanlong returned to the "werewolf" command center and locked himself in the room.

Then he paced back and forth, thinking about how to call Keselin to help him; and a counterattack for the British and American Allies who were about to end the Battle of Tunisia on the Western Front.

As for Kesseling at this moment, he was also in his command center in an upset, staring at his high-definition combat map, while quickly measuring in his mind how to counterattack the British and American Allies and rescue the German troops on the Bangkok Peninsula!

According to the latest reports from his subordinates, Kesseling only now knows that there are about 1,000 air force combat aircraft he owns in the Mediterranean.

Moreover, these aircraft are more than 500 fighter jets and fighter bombers; more than 200 bombers, more than 90 short-range and long-range reconnaissance aircraft; more than 50 ground attack aircraft, and more than 50 shore-based sea-based attack aircraft; but they still have combat capabilities, but there are only about 600 aircraft that are not repaired in the repair station.

As for the Italian Air Force, it has more than 1,300 combat aircraft, including more than 900 fighter jets, and more than 480 bombers.

However, there are only about 700 aircraft that can actually be launched into combat.

In other words, Germany and Italy can use combat now, only more than 1,270 aircraft.

Moreover, these aircraft are scattered from the Albis Mountains in the north and from Greece in the east.

Moreover, the regional lines that these aircraft have to defend against are very vast, so it is not convenient to mobilize them all.

"How to do it this time?"

Kesselin, one of the most commanding generals of the German army, was also very upset when he thought about the small number of air forces he had.

"If the Italian Air Force does not have the help of it, then the maximum number of aircraft I can call now is only 600! But if I call all of these aircraft, then the British and American troops will take advantage of the opportunity to enter; if a sneak attack on the airport where we have no air force stationed, then my air force will suffer heavy losses!"

"But if we do not call a large-scale air strike counterattack at once, then our counterattack effect will be minimal; we even have to make dumplings for the enemy's troops and wipe out all the battle!"

Keselin, who became more and more annoyed the more he thought about it, muttered to himself in entanglement.

"But even if I show off all my current wealth! Send all my planes, what's the point! I absolutely believe that shortly after I send a large army of aircraft, Britain and the United States will definitely be able to dispatch more than 100 B-17, 100 B-26s and hundreds of B-25 bombers, as well as more than 100 P-38 fighters to fight our army in Sicily and Tunisia!"

Finally, Keselin sighed in frustration.

"Damn it! Am I so cowardly and don't have any good counterattack?"

Keselin suddenly scolded himself and said.

"Hey! It's all that our air force has too few!"

After cursing, he sighed softly.

At this moment, Bernde's voice rang outside his room.

"Commander! The head of state has a phone call and comes to the telegram room, and you will answer it!"

Bernde reports.

"Well! I have a private dedicated line in my room. Why didn't he call me into the room?"

Keselin, who came to his senses, was puzzled.

"I don't know, but according to the receiver, the head of state's phone call was from the 'wewolves' command in Ukraine!"

Bernde thought for a while and responded.

"Well! The head of state went to the Eastern Front so quickly? Why did he say hello to me without any foundation!"

Keselin frowned and said inexplicably worried.

"I really don't know this!"

Bernd replied nervously.

"Forget it, transfer the head of state's phone number to my room! I don't want to go to the telegram room to answer!"

Keselin waved his hand and signaled.

"Yes! I'll go right now! Commander!"

Bernde immediately responded respectfully.

Not long after, the phone was connected to Kesseling's room.

"Hi! Head of State!"

As soon as the phone was connected, Keseling greeted loudly.

"I just received information that tomorrow the 12th US Bomber Battalion will bomb our Magana Airport at 8:35 am, so I will now issue you the latest combat order. I must wipe out this US Air Battalion tomorrow. I will add all the planes you have lost, and it is the latest type of plane! I promised you 500 planes the day before yesterday, and I will send someone to you in Ukraine tomorrow!"

As soon as he heard Keselin's full of energy, Chen Yanlong immediately made it straight to the point and directly told the other party about the information about the US military's air strike on the German airport that he had just recalled.

"Is this information accurate? Head of State!"

"Inaccurate! Why am I so anxious to call you, and I am also going to prepare to add so many new aircraft to you? If you are unwilling to do this mission, I will change to someone else to do it right away!"

Hearing this, Chen Yanlong interrupted with great displeasure.

"I'm sorry! Head of State! It's my fault! I'm too much, I will act according to your order immediately!"

When Keselin heard Chen Yanlong say he wanted to replace him, he immediately apologized.

It's very simple, because he knew very clearly that Hitler's recent personality was very neurotic and capricious.

If he touched his bad temper at this moment, and he had worked hard to reach the commander's position that he had finally climbed to was gone; then he should really cry and complain to anyone.

"Don't let me down! No matter what method I use, I must dispatch all your air force over the Magna Airport; at 8:35 am tomorrow, we will face me the 12th Bomber Battalion of the US Army and wipe them out without leaving any one!"

Chen Yanlong gave an order in a cold tone.

"Yes! Head of State! I promise to complete the mission!"

Hearing this, Keseling replied loudly, as if he was shocking.

“Doududududu…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yanlong deliberately hung up the phone.

The reason he did this was to give Keseling a sense of threat and sincerely hope that he could sluggish the arrogance of the British and American Allies.

So that the German army, whose morale fell sharply due to the failure of the Tunisian Battle, cheered up and restored some fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!