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Four hundred and eighty-five. Twilight of the gods

Zagora, Bulgaria, July 1942.

A big raid that shocked the world is quietly opening

On July 8, the German Empire's Army, Navy and Air Force honorary Marshal Ernst Alexander von Breme participated in the German military parade.

On the same day, Marshal Ernst was interviewed by a reporter from The Greater Berlin and announced that he would inspect cities such as Asfield to inspire the morale of the local people.

On July 9, Asfield City held a grand welcoming ceremony to celebrate the arrival of Baron Alexanderson.

A man with a figure resembled Baron Alexander received the warmest welcome from the citizens of Asfield in the car.

In an interview with a reporter from The Greater Berlin, Marshal Ernst announced that he would stay in Asfield for three days and then conduct his own inspections in major cities.

Every city named is ready to welcome Baron Alexanderson

A fraud operation is beginning

And at this time, the real Baron Alexander has arrived in Zagora, Bulgaria!

In order to cooperate with Marshal Ernst's real strategic purpose, the German troops on the Russian front line frequently mobilized and formed the Free Russian Legion, which continued to attack the Soviet army.

At the same time, the Luftwaffe's command of Marshal Richterhoven also continued to dispatch to bombard the main positions of the Soviet army.

Manstein appeared in Russia, Guderian appeared in Russia, Model appeared in Russia

The tank has been filled with fuel, and the machine gun has been equipped with bullets!

Everything shows that the German army, who have won the victory of Kharkov and Sevastopol fortresses, will launch a large-scale offensive in Russia again in this most favorable season in summer.

A huge strategic deception is unfolding!

Everything is happening around one person:

Marshal Ernst Alexand von Breme!

And this is also the happiest place Wang Weiyi feels! In Germany, when he decides to do something, he can get the full support of all the forces in Germany!

Now, the raid that is about to shock the world is about to begin!

Two SS divisions, eight German Wehrmacht Army divisions, two hundred thousand Bulgarian squads, and sixty thousand Yugoslav troops have completed pre-war preparations.

The code name of this action is "Twilight of the Gods"!

I have to admire the outstanding mobilization capabilities of the German commanders on the front line. If the huge army gathered secretly in Zagora, it would have successfully concealed the intelligence reconnaissance of the Allies and Türkiye!

This is a miracle! This provides the most favorable basis for Marshal Ernst's large-scale raids!

The Armored Infantry Division of the SS Adolf Hitler Guard Flag Team and mobilized from the Soviet battlefield, the armed SS Imperial Division commanded by George Kepler had completed preparations for the expedition.

These are the two most elite armed forces in Germany. Especially when they learned that it would still be General Ernst Breme, commanding them to fight, all the officers and soldiers were full of high fighting spirit.

Everything is for Germany! Everything is for Ernst!

The prelude to the war has begun - the tanks roared and the soldiers were ready to go!

But at this time, the world's eyes were still on Russia!

They would never have thought that Germany would attack Türkiye no matter what!

Before this, Ernst had a last step to complete. He handed over this glorious task to the creator of another German miracle. He occupied Belgrade, the capital of Yugoslavia with just seven people. SS Captain Fritz Klingenberg, who was praised as the "magic".

Klingenberg never dreamed that he would be summoned by Marshal Ernst and personally entrusted with important tasks by the Marshal!

This is the greatest glory of his life!

No one can stop him from taking advantage of the mission!

Türkiye, Joblu, July 10, 1942, night, 9:30.

Several people with a hurry appeared on the streets of Joblu, and the one who led these people was Fritz Klingenberg, the "conqueror of Belgrade".

They had killed at least seven policemen and put on their clothes.

The only regret is that when the last policeman was dealt with, their translation died due to a small negligence.

This is a problem, but Klingenberg doesn't care at all

These SSs who could not speak Turkish at all dared to walk in Joblu in such a big way, and were so brave that they were outrageous.

And they only have one goal:

Joblu City Radio!

The radio guard was bored and yawning. There was still an hour left to finish the work day.

At this time, they saw several policemen walking in their direction, probably coming to ask for cigarettes again.

The policeman in the lead waved at them with a smile on his face, which was quite rare.

When he walked up to him, the janitor found that the police looked a little unfamiliar. Just as he was about to ask, a dagger had penetrated deep into his chest.

The janitor fell down, and the accomplices behind Klingenberg quickly brought two bodies and threw them at the radio door, and sprinkled a large number of flyers on them:

"Kill the Germans." "We don't need Germany." "Let's form an alliance with Britain and defeat Germany!"

Klingenberg waved to the radio, and his accomplices rushed in with their weapons.

Klingenberg showed a winner's smile on his face. He took a submachine gun and swept a shuttle of bullets into the sky!

The gunshot instantly broke the tranquility of Joblu

The Turks on the radio did not understand what was going on. Several staff members were preparing to broadcast the speech of the Republic leader Inonu, but were stunned by the gunshots.

They hurriedly ran out, but met several soldiers wearing Turkish police uniforms. They were about to speak, and the submachine guns in the hands of the police were already speaking first.

Several bodies fell to the ground, and the guys from the Klingenberg team took out another flyer and spread it everywhere.

When Klingenbergmai walked in at this steady pace, the radio was already controlled by his subordinates.

He glanced at the Turks who were panicked at the gun and smiled: "Does anyone understand German?"

"I, I understand." A man raised his hand

Klingenberg asked his subordinates to bring the man to him, took out a speech that had been prepared and handed him to him: "According to the above pronunciation, first in Turkish, and then in German, if you have a wrong word, all the people here will die."

The Turks took the manuscript in fear, and then pronounced it word by word under the threat of the gun:

"The German expatriates in Joblu are being massacred by shameless thugs, and anti-Germany forces are spreading all over Joblu. We can't stand it. As of this evening, a hundred German expatriates have died at the hands of the thugs. Awaken, German expatriates! Revolt for our survival!"

This is the so-called "Joblu Uprising", also known as the "Joblu Massacre Night".

"Captain, many policemen are rushing towards here." A subordinate walked in and pointed outside.

Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to know what fear was

"Benz, you watch them here, and keep asking him to keep calling on the radio again and again. If they do anything, I will approve you to kill them." Klingenberg said as if nothing had happened: "Come with me, come with me, and we must keep here before Marshal Ernst arrives."

A large number of policemen appeared outside the radio. Klingenberg smiled and fired the submachine guns in his hand towards the outside. The policemen immediately hid in panic and hid to a safe place.

"Captain, the regular Turkish army is about to arrive." A sergeant named Smalling also fired the bullets in the gun.

"Absolutely, but what's the matter?" Klingenberg shrugged, took off all the grenades he carried on, and put them neatly: "You have to know that my troops have never been afraid. Are you scared, Sergeant Smalling?"

"I think you are insulting me, Captain." Smalling took out a grenade and threw it out. Amid the "boom" explosion, he said easily: "I'm just thinking about how many Turks we can kill."

Klingenberg laughed loudly.

He knew that Marshal Ernst must have heard the radio broadcast at this time, and that was the signal.

The powerful German chariot is about to launch a full-scale attack on Türkiye under the personal command of the great Marshal Ernst. What he has to do is to stay here as much as possible.

In fact, the above tasks did not make him stick to it, but in Klingenberg, sticking to it can attract the Turks, even for the front-line troops, it is good to reduce the pressure on a Turkish soldier.

Now, he has seen some regular Turkish troops appear.

He picked up a grenade, put it in his palm and weighed it for a while, and then made a loud call:

"Let's have a good time!"

The telegram sent from Joblu quickly spread throughout Türkiye.

German "Balkans" Command, July 10, 1942, 9:55.

"Martyr Ernst, Klingenberg has succeeded."

"Very good." Wang Weiyi nodded with great satisfaction: "General Joseph Sep Dietrich, General George Kepler, let's start!"

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