Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"Here I go, is that also called a tank?" A German Expeditionary Force soldier looked at a tank in the distance (if it could also be called a tank) with a look of disbelief on his face. "This thing is too, too..." If it were the later Internet age, he might still be able to say "cute", but there is no such popular word now, so he finally thought of a word after holding it for a long time. "Isn't this too small?"

The companion standing nearby expressed considerable agreement. "Who says it isn't? Compared with our light tanks, they are like cats and mice in size."

What they are criticizing is the Italian CV33 ultra-light tank. As the two soldiers said, its size is surprisingly small. How small is it? Interested friends can visit the Capital Military Museum. At first glance, the impression is that this thing can really fit in? It is 2 meters long, 4 meters wide and 32 meters high. Tall Westerners can only curl up and squat in it.

There are two members, one driver and one commander who also serves as machine gunner. The weapon configuration is a twin 8mm machine gun. Its total combat weight is only about 3 tons. It is completely conceivable how thick the armor can be, and it cannot give its members a sufficient sense of security. Not only does the armor use riveting technology, but the quality is also very poor. Sometimes the rivets fly around after being shot. These flying rivets kill many members like high-speed flying bullets.

The only praiseworthy thing may be its speed. Although its engine only has 41 horsepower, it can run at a high speed of 43km/h, which is a bit incredible!

Another country might use the CV33 as a reconnaissance tank, but the Italians use it as their main tank. They not only participated in the invasion of Ethiopia, but also sent it to the Spanish Civil War, and even equipped it themselves. Thousands of vehicles.

From this, it is not difficult to see that the poor performance of the Italians in World War II was not without reason due to their weak industrial level and backward military thinking.

"Where are our tanks?" another soldier asked.

"Over there, you have to stay away from this little guy. What if you accidentally knock it apart?"

"Hahaha!" Several German soldiers around them burst out laughing, causing the Italian soldiers not far away to look at them blankly.

At this moment, there was a thundering sound of artillery coming from behind them. Hundreds of cannons roared and smashed their shells at the government army position opposite. It was the outer position of Madrid. As long as they broke through this position, they could break into Madrid.

Artillery shells rained down on the position, causing dust to fly and leaving a big crater. Some even landed directly in the trenches. Those who were unlucky would be hit by shell fragments and died miserably on the position.

Of course, there are only a very small number of such unlucky people. Although Spain did not participate in the last war, it also sent many observation groups. In addition, there are many volunteers who came from all over the world this time who participated in the previous war. Veterans, the trenches are deployed no less than in the last war. It is basically impossible to rely on shelling to severely damage the enemy troops in the trenches.

In a command post buried deep underground, a government officer ignored the dust falling from his head from time to time and concentrated on wiping a small pistol. Everyone else in the room was doing their own thing, ignoring the sound of shelling outside.

At this time, he heard footsteps coming from the door and looked back. Several people in the room stood up and saluted. "Captain, why are you here in person? If you have any missions, just give me a call." As he spoke, the officer stepped forward to help him, and asked the commander to sit on a nearby stool.

The leader's left arm was wrapped in a thick bandage and hung around his neck. "I'm worried. Come take a look and add some soldiers to your camp."

"Additional soldiers?" the officer asked a little puzzled. "There's no need to use the reserve team so quickly, right? The enemy hasn't attacked yet. Commander, don't worry, I can resist here for at least a week."

The leader shook his head. "Of course not the reserves, they are the soldiers who were withdrawn from Aranjuez."

"Aranjuez?" The officer raised his eyebrows slightly. "Aranjuez fell so quickly? I thought it would have to last three or four days."

The leader sighed helplessly. "They encountered a large number of infiltration by German snipers. Those snipers were like hunters who came to hunt. Many of them fell without even seeing the shadow of the enemy. As a result, the soldiers were too frightened to show their heads on the position and were The enemy broke through the position in one fell swoop." But he couldn't blame those soldiers. After all, the horror of German snipers in the last war was obvious to all. Even the veterans who had experienced the war were devastated, let alone these recruits who had experienced the war for the first time. Woolen cloth.

"German sniper?" The officer's face turned gloomy. "These stupid British guys! Sooner or later they will have to reap the consequences!" If these bastards hadn't let go over and over again, how could Germany have restored its armaments so quickly? Aren't these bastards afraid of raising tigers? Do you really think that the Germans will just let them do what they want? Even he had a premonition that the Germans were gearing up to avenge the humiliation of more than ten years ago. Why couldn't Britain and France see it? !

After cursing fiercely, he continued to ask. "Didn't the Soviet Union send snipers?" But he already had the answer in his mind. This time the Soviets did assist with a lot of weapons and equipment, including aircraft and tanks. But planes are no match, tanks are no match, and now it seems that even snipers are not as good as the enemy? He even doubted whether the Soviets were just using second-rate goods to fool them.

The leader smiled bitterly. "The Soviets did send out several sniper teams, but six of them were killed in less than half a day. Although they reported that they killed three sniper teams of the other side, I don't think they even saw the shadow of the Germans. So we There’s no good way to take out German snipers.”

The two of them had nothing to say for a while, and just stayed there melancholy. It wasn't until the sound of shelling outside gradually faded that the regiment leader stood up. "It seems that we are preparing to attack. I have to take a look at the next position. You have to hold on here until the last moment!"

The officer saluted with great solemnity. "Don't worry, I will defend until every soldier is killed!" After seeing off the regiment commander, he picked up the phone and contacted the company headquarters below one by one, asking them to count the wounded and losses.

After a while, the subordinates reported again. "Report to the battalion commander that the enemy has begun to attack, led by Italian tanks and Italians!"

"Small Italian tanks?" The officer breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that this wave can be easily resisted. They also have two T26 tanks coming from the Soviet reinforcements, which is enough for those small tanks to drink a pot.

As for why the Italians took the lead, this was also what the Italians themselves requested.

I don’t know if it was because of the outstanding achievements of the Germans in the sky and on the ground these days that made Mussolini jealous. This morning General Rojata, the commander-in-chief of the Italian intervention force, came to see Yu, the commander-in-chief of the German Expeditionary Force. Gospier, demanding that their Italian soldiers take the lead in this battle, rushed into Madrid in one breath.

After the recent Ethiopian War, the German top brass now simply cannot look down upon the fighting power of the Italians. As His Highness said, what else do Italians do besides cooking and playing football? Can a tank that a few soldiers can overturn with bare hands be called a tank? Just rely on those soldiers who don't look like soldiers to break through the well-fortified government army positions?

Although he was ridiculing in his heart, Hugo Sbier still happily agreed to Italy's request. Anyway, Germany and Italy are not allies now, and may even become enemies in the future. It doesn't matter whether they live or die.

In this way, the Germans watched from a distance as the Italians rushed towards the enemy positions in the distance "menacingly".