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"You are cheating!"
In the conference room of the Army Operations Department, the officer in charge of commanding the Anglo-French coalition, Army General, shouted angrily as he grabbed Strasser by the collar. However, he was quickly pulled back by the strong and youthful Major General Mark behind him.
"Calm down, General Jung, don't be impulsive."
"How can such a monstrous tank possibly exist? Not only does it have firepower comparable to artillery, but it also has such mobility. Your tank blueprints can't possibly be real, can they?" General Jung questioned, his face flushed with anger.
"Don't worry, General Jung," Seeckt decided to play the peacemaker. "We have already sent someone to invite Dr. Marcus from the Weapons Development Department. He will come here to assess whether the tank blueprints provided by Strasser are actually feasible for production. The specifications on his tank data sheet are indeed impressive, and it wouldn't be surprising if you were defeated by a force equipped with such weaponry."
General Jung snorted through his nose, acknowledging Seeckt's statement. In his view, he had not lost to Strasser in command but rather to a weapon that could be described as monstrous.
Just moments ago, the military simulation games had determined a victor.
Despite General Jung's French Army desperately pushing forward, trying to break out of the encirclement before being surrounded by Strasser, it was clear that two-legged soldiers could not outrun tanks on tracks. Furthermore, Strasser had arranged for his troops to construct a defensive line in Aachen from the very beginning of the battle, ordering the artillery troops to bombard the Liège fortress while all infantry remained crouched in the back digging trenches as they held their positions against the French Army.
General Jung's trench warfare was strong in defensive capability, but it was clear that he didn't have a good way to break through similar defenses. The infantry could only slowly wear them down. As a result, within ten days of the war breaking out, the German army captured Ghent, completely surrounding the Anglo-French coalition in Belgium.
Although the General Staff of the Army wanted to command a breakout, unfortunately, they did not have enough attacking capability to break through the enemy's defenses.
Even though the French Army had tanks, they were all of the World War I type. Although they had strong firepower, they moved like turtles. When they broke through one line of defense, they would despairingly find that the German army had already retreated to the next line, ready to snipe.
Even worse, Strasser specifically assembled a mechanized infantry division consisting of two thousand armored vehicles as a firefighting reserve to prevent the French Army from breaking through the encirclement. When the elite force organized by General Jung launched an attack to try to break out, this reserve unit would immediately rush to the battlefield to delay the enemy's advance. By the time the follow-up tank troops arrived, the French Army would have completely lost its ability to breach the defensive line.
After another month of painful struggle, the exhausted French Army realized they were unable to break through the encirclement. Although General Jung still commanded four hundred thousand troops, comparable to Strasser's forces, these troops were completely out of supplies and unable to conduct mobile operations.
Faced with such a situation, the General Staff of the Army had no choice but to announce their surrender. The staff members emerged from the operations room one by one, looking dejected, while General Jung's expression was as dark as water.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Strasser excitedly embraced Bock and others to celebrate. "We won! We won!" the Student exclaimed, filled with excitement over something he had never dared to imagine. "Yes, we won," Rundstedt smiled, maintaining a certain restraint due to the demeanor of the Juncker nobility.
However, Bock beside him didn't think so much. Wouldn't a colonel feel great winning over a group of generals? He hugged Strasser tightly and announced loudly that he would treat everyone to drinks that evening.
"Gregor, you are truly amazing. A genius like you should stay in the National Defense Forces," Rommel exclaimed, and upon hearing this, Seeckt's mind began to stir.
"Let's wait until everyone is convinced before we discuss it," Strasser said. He was relatively reserved in his words, but he felt quite pleased inside. After all, this time in the military simulation games, he did not rely on any specific plans from history but instead developed his own strategy through discussions with Rommel and others.
"It seems I do have a talent for command," Strasser thought to himself, wondering if it was something left to him by his predecessor or if it was an innate ability.
The efficiency of the General Staff of the Army is very high. In no time, Dr. Marcus arrived. The old man with gray hair and a white coat scolded Seeckt as soon as he entered the door, "Seeckt, you better not show me something that looks like a child's drawing. I'm in a hurry to research weapons!" "Alright, alright, Dr. Marcus. If you're not satisfied, I'll buy you a drink next time," Seeckt said with a smile. It's clear that even he has to give some face to this irritable old man in front of him, after all, the updating of weapons for the National Defense Forces depends on this temperamental old man.
Marcus took the sketch of the Panther tank and initially browsed through it casually. However, he quickly realized the extraordinary design of the tank. He hurriedly pulled out his glasses from his jacket pocket to examine it closely. After observing for a long time, he looked up and asked, "Who designed this tank?"
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Strasser. Strasser, feeling a bit embarrassed, raised his hand. Fortunately, in this era, there was no intellectual property protection. Strasser thought to himself: Sorry to the former designer, your tank is great, but it's mine now.
The eccentric old man walked up to Strasser and, using his loud voice, got straight to the point. "Kid, you're a genius in tank research. Are you interested in joining the Army's Weapons Research Department? I'll give you the position of Deputy Chief of the Tank Division."
"Don't even think about it, Marcus," Ludendorff said dismissively.
“Strasser is a Member of Parliament and the leader of the National Socialist German Workers' Party in Berlin. He won't join your so-called weapons research department as a mere deputy section chief.”
“Sorry, Dr. Marcus, I currently have no intention of becoming an engineer,” Strasser replied cautiously.
“It’s fine. Since you can’t join me, I’ll join you. Tomorrow, I’ll join your National Socialist Party in Berlin,” Marcus said proudly, impressed by his own cleverness. “This way, I can come to you to research tanks; you can’t possibly refuse, right?”
Strasser found it somewhat amusing, but he nodded in agreement. If Seeckt didn't want to provoke someone, neither did Strasser; why create trouble for himself? At worst, he could just go along with it later.
"Very well, I'll head back now. The Weapons Development Department has a meeting to attend shortly," Dr. Marcus said, arriving like a gust of wind and leaving just as quickly.
"It seems this tank is feasible to manufacture," Ludendorff analyzed after Marcus left.
"Hmph!" General Jung continued to sneer in dissatisfaction.
"However, Lieutenant Strasser, your tactics have been discussed in detail with Rommel and us. They sound quite appealing, but I do not believe the German Army has the capability to implement them," Seeckt said while stroking his chin.
"The so-called 'Blitzkrieg' you proposed sounds invincible and can quickly destroy the enemy's armed forces, but it has a fatal weakness: it can only be executed by the superior side."
On the surface, it seems that your ability to break through the enemy's defenses and encircle them at such a rapid pace relies on the new tanks. However, in reality, it also depends on the air force's aircraft conducting bombings on the enemy in advance, as well as paratroopers—uh, Rommel calls this type of unit paratroopers. They are deployed behind enemy lines, making it a combined arms approach.
Although this method allows for swift attacks, it is only effective when your forces vastly outnumber the enemy. But how could the German Army be so weak and still have an advantage against the Anglo-French coalition?
Strasser rubbed his forehead; he had forgotten this issue. Indeed, Seeckt was right: Blitzkrieg is a tactic that can only be employed by the stronger side during an offensive. The current German Army is indeed weak, but who would have thought that in just a decade, Germany's military would regain its strength? Not even Seeckt could believe how quickly Germany could rise from the aftermath of war.
"General Siket, I believe that Germany will surely become stronger than the Anglo-French in the future. The German people will use their wisdom to empower themselves, just as you are doing now, aren't you?" Strasser raised his head and stared at General Siket, looking into his bright eyes, where Seeckt saw unparalleled determination.
"If we always place ourselves in a position of weakness, then we will never become strong. The German military must use Germany's sword to acquire land for Germany! To secure daily bread for the German people!"
Strasser spoke with certainty, his words echoing in the large conference room, resonating powerfully.
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