Theoretically, the British army that reinforces Malta should be affiliated with the British Army Command in North Africa, and Kanning should not take the blame.

However, because the Malta Island reinforcement plan requires the cooperation of the navy, General Kan'anning was cancelled, so he had to take the blame.

On the Italian Navy's warship, a huge 320mm caliber cannon turret was aimed at the buildings on the island of Malta and fired violently.

The fire flames gushed out from the muzzle and rolled and spread. The soldiers on the warship had to stay away from these turrets and block their ears as much as possible.

On the sea, due to lack of combat experience on landing on the enemy's tightly defended coast, the Italian troops themselves were in a mess and were not ready to attack until now.

"Our reinforcements will not come again..." Looking at a destroyer that had been destroyed by the Luftwaffe and was sunk in the port, the commander on the British Malta Island said to his colleagues helplessly.

The commander of the Navy fleet had no objection, and a few hours ago, with the last destroyer being completely destroyed, he had nothing to command.

Similarly, because there is no aircraft that can fight, the Air Force Commander is already a bare commander. He also looks at the Army Commander, his face full of helplessness.

At this time of the battle, the fools knew that there was no possibility of victory. Even if they successfully defeated the Italian troops laid on the sea, they would not be able to pay attention to the German paratroopers behind their heads.

There are still less than 8,000 British defenders on the island. Even if they defend their lives, they will be able to fight until dark in such an isolated state.

The nearest German paratroopers are only more than 3,700 meters away from them - if you want to not surrender, you always need to find a way to solve these problems, right?

"We have tried our best... gentlemen." The Army commander looked at his colleagues around him and spoke up and said, "Does anyone think we can continue fighting?"

The Air Force Commander looked at the Navy commander, and neither of them spoke, and the fool knew that they could no longer continue fighting.

At most, until dark today, they were gone, and they didn't even have to surrender: the attack forces of Italy and Germany would destroy every bunker and fortress on the island, and then hang all the living British.

"So, since no one is willing to persist, then I order surrender... no one objected?" The army officer led by the army asked everyone around me.

Everyone still kept their mouths closed because everyone here knew that the motherland had abandoned them and they could only rely on themselves to survive.

"Kan'anning has abandoned us, and there is only one question left. To whom should we surrender?" the army commander asked his last question.

At least 5,000 Italian soldiers were floating on the sea, and they were still making final preparations for landing under the cover of giant cannons.

On land, German paratroopers are about to fight from behind to the core defense area of ​​Valletta. The nearest German position is only more than 3,700 meters away from their command center.

"We have no way to get close to the Italian fleet. The sea is almost filled with small boats they carry..." The British navy commander laughed with a look of mocking.

...

"Don't shoot!" In front of a building with a broken window, a British officer holding a white handkerchief in his hand walked out of the trenches while speaking.

He carefully walked around the body of a British soldier and looked at the gun pointing at him in horror: "Don't shoot! I have something to say!"

"Is there anyone who knows English?" a German paratrooper holding a Mauser rifle suddenly turned around and shouted to a farther place.

Several German soldiers were still holding their weapons, looking vigilantly at the enemy holding a white handkerchief in their hands.

"I know something, what's the matter?" An officer from a German paratrooper company carrying a weapon walked over from a distance surrounded by two or three soldiers.

They walked carefully, bypassing the broken wall that could block their bodies, and trying to lower their heads to ensure that the gunman on the opposite side would not be broken in the head.

"Hello, I am Major Taylor, I'm ordered to send you messages." The major, who claimed to be Taylor, handed out his officer certificate, and then spoke slowly in English to express his meaning.

"He said he had something to do, so he came to us." The officer carrying the weapon said to the paratrooper company commander beside him.

"In half an hour, we will hand over all our weapons and surrender to you." Taylor said slowly, looking at the other party with a pair of eyes alertly.

The German soldiers carrying Mauser's 98k rifle were also looking at the British officer curiously. After all, there were not many opportunities for them to see the living British officer at such a close distance.

"Uh... they said they would surrender within half an hour... I'm not sure, he mentioned weapons, which seemed to mean putting down the weapons." The person in charge of the translator was just an officer, and he was not a professional translator.

"Tell him that only those who put down their weapons can leave here and go to a safe place." The company commander nodded and said this.

The officer who was part-time translator spoke three simple words, so that the other party understood what they meant: "Allow, you, surrender."

Soon, the news came back to the British command, and then the German paratroopers saw British soldiers holding various white flags coming out of the houses or trenches they were stationed.

Before the Italian troops landed, German paratroopers had already disarmed more than 4,000 British soldiers.

When the Italians really launched the landing war, the British in the coastal fortifications were ordered not to open fire.

As a result, this time the Italians made a big mistake: they opened fire on the other side to give themselves courage.

I didn't find that the very quiet Italians on the other side drowned 20 of their own soldiers because of panic. The large army rushed to the shore before receiving the order for a ceasefire.

In the end, during the attack, they killed 13 unlucky British defenders and lost 20 people themselves, bringing an unsatisfactory end to the battle for Malta Island.

...

In the Prime Minister's Office, Germany, Berlin, Germany, Bauman passed through the corridor with documents and the SS guards standing on both sides.

"Victory! Head of State!" The guards on both sides raised their chins and stood attentively and saluted Bauman, the head of state secretary.

Their movements are neat and uniform, with full momentum, and combined with the exquisite oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides, people feel the majesty and luxury here.

"First of the People..." Bang the head of the door, and Bauman couldn't bear to wait for the sound inside at the door.

Since the Battle of Malta, the head of state has been so nervous that he cannot sleep. He stayed in the office and ordered his subordinates to send all the news about the Battle of Malta.

Before going to bed yesterday, the news that the German army captured Mosta made the head of state feel a little relieved, but until now it seems that the head of state has not yet walked out of his office.

"Come in!" The head of state heard the voice of the head of state, looking weak. The sound insulation here is very good, and Bauman almost didn't hear this order.

Bauman pushed open the door and was startled by the scene inside: Li Le had already had a thick dark circle of eyes, and he looked very haggard when leaning against the desk.

"Victory! Head of State!" He stood at the door, stood attentively and saluted Li Le, and raised his arm: "News from Malta."

"Is it good news, right?" Li Le felt that these two days were more intense and exciting than living a year in the past.

Doesn’t it sound more exciting than playing roller coaster bungee extreme sports, launching wars to send tens of thousands of people to death?

It is because it is too stimulating that Li Le is too stimulating. Since he traveled through time, he has rarely eaten his favorite food, which has led to his appetite getting smaller and less, and his mental state is not very good.

In addition, the battle on Malta Island caused him, the time traveler, torture, which led to his haggard appearance now.

If someone thinks that Li Le is not as calm as a leader should be, then you can buy a 400,000 lottery ticket by yourself and wait for the lottery draw! (If you really go buy it... well, that means that your concentration is indeed calm... but your IQ is worrying...)

"The news just passed back was sent by General Studenth himself. The British defenders surrendered, and Malta is ours." When Bauman read the telegram, he was full of joy.

Because on the 20th, 4 days ago, a ship of oil arrived in Italy, causing a sensation in Italy.

Their investment in North Africa finally paid off, and Libya's oil was like a shot of heart-warming agent, making Italy full of desire for war and future.

Now that Malta has been taken down, for the Axis powers, the shortcomings in oil have seemed to have been made up, or at least there is a possibility of making up for it.

This is good news in any case. At least the funds promised by Li Le have been added to the books of the German armed forces on time.

The Navy got the aircraft carrier, the Air Force got more aircraft, and the Army got more and more tanks!

Although Mussolini was deeply resentful of only 30% of the production capacity of Libyan oil fields, when the head of state Toribintrop brought a note to Mussolini, the Italian dictator shut his mouth.

It was also from that time that the top Italian leaders officially began their plan to conquer the Balkans.
Chapter completed!