Imperial Overlord

For Li Le, this is a major matter of life and death for the Third Reich. Leaving his life in Romania is not a reassuring choice by any means.

In comparison, in the hands of Italy, which has a higher combat power, at least there is still a little bit of defensive measures.

Only at this time did Ribbentrop really feel relieved. If the head of state is willing to pay a certain price in exchange for Syria's oil exploration rights, it is obviously much simpler than assassinating Mussolini.

"It's not easy, Mr. Ribbentrop." Li Le could see that the other party was relieved and could only tell him what he thought.

"We must cut costs and prevent people from interfering in this oil life channel." Li Le opened up about his concerns: "This also means that you can't let Mussolini and his staff really realize , how important Syrian oil is!"

How important can it be? Ribbentrop almost asked back.

He knew that the Fuhrer wanted a big oil field, but Syria simply doesn't have any existing oil fields.

There is not even a drop of oil on this land.

Italian oil exploration experts have spent more than ten years and have not found any clues about the Syrian oil fields.

Everyone agrees that Syria is a barren land that does not produce oil.

This is not a unique example. On the huge land of nearly 10 million square kilometers in China, there are also only a handful of oil fields.

Of the more than 200 countries and regions in the world, at least 150 do not produce oil.

In this environment, Americans are still selling oil to make money, the wealth of the Middle East is still buried in the ground, and the Soviets are still complacent about Baku...

The whole of Europe, or in other words, many countries including Germany and Italy, are struggling to survive by importing Romanian oil fields.

If a large oil field comparable to Baku is discovered in Syria, then the entire Axis powers, or the days of the German and Italian Axis powers, will immediately climb from **** to heaven.

It is a pity that, in the original time and space, without Li Le, when Yuan Xiansheng committed suicide in the Berlin bunker, he did not expect that right under their noses, Syria would have a magical elixir to prolong his life.

"My head of state, but there are no oil fields in Syria..." Ribbentrop laughed bitterly after hearing Li Le's statement.

His concern is actually quite reasonable: Brother, are you really sure there is oil there?

"Ribbentrop, ask Mussolini to make a list. I'll give whatever he wants." Li Le said his request as if he didn't hear the other party's words.

Finally, he stopped with a smile and said to Ribbentrop: "I got a piece of information that shows that there are oil fields in Syria, and the scale is very large! If you don't understand, you can go to Ask Bowman, but don't ask too much, it's top secret."

"Bauman?" Seeing the Fuehrer's mysterious expression, Ribbentrop frowned and walked out of his office.

When he saw Bowman, the diplomat who had been fooled by the fake Führer to the point of dizziness hurriedly stepped forward and said hello.

"Bauman! I have two bottles of the best French red wine there, and I want to give them to you." Knowing that he was not very popular, Ribbentrop went straight to sugar-coated cannonballs.

In the field of communication, the power of this thing is comparable to that of an atomic bomb—of course, its side effects are also similar to those of an atomic bomb.

"Come on, I'd like to hear it too. The Führer brought you here in the middle of the night. What is the important thing?" Bowman asked people to find two glasses. The Prime Minister's Office still has a lot of fine wine.

Ribbentrop was stunned for a moment, then looked at Bowman suspiciously, wondering if he should mention the oil issue.

Now it seems that something the head of state's secretary doesn't know about is obviously very confidential. If he asks rashly, will it reveal the secret?

So he hesitated for a moment, after weighing the pros and cons, he chose a point of entry that he thought was safe, and asked, "The head of state told me something very important, but I can't judge whether the intelligence source is accurate or not. "

He held the wine glass and shook it, without looking at Bowman, whose face had changed drastically, and continued to talk to himself: "I'm going to Italy to see the leader of Mussolini... But I'm hesitating, is there any information about the leader? mistake."

Italy? Mussolini? None of these words irritated Bowman. As the secretary of the head of state, he didn't care about these things at all.

What he cares about is a common word - "intelligence"!

The invisible force of the Führer! What shocking information was sent this time?

"Uh... Regarding the 'intelligence' aspect, I can only say that it is true." Naturally, Bowman did not dare to tell Ribbentrop the intelligence department that Li Le told him, because this was a matter of the Fuhrer's trust. It's a big deal, no joke.

However, after considering his tone, he still made his own choice: "This matter should be done according to the head of the state."

In fact, Bowman doesn't know the content of the matter, but he has his own plans.

After all, this is just a diplomatic incident against Italy. If something goes wrong, it is very easy to make up for it.

Once something goes wrong, the responsibility is on the Führer himself and Ribbentrop.

And this can prove from another angle what the "invisible force" of the head of state is.

If something really went wrong, then the Führer is crazy, and naturally he has a series of measures to deal with.

However, if everything is as expected by the Fuhrer, then the Fuhrer who controls the super intelligence organization is naturally true.

Thinking of this, Bowman also shook the wine glass in his hand and touched Ribbentrop with a warm smile on his face.

Bowman, who had already made up his mind to let Ribbentrop go to test and play the scene of "I will do a good man, I will send you to death", has been moved by his own wisdom.

While sending Ribbentrop off, Li Le met Kurt Tank, the designer of the Fokker-Wolf Aircraft Company, who he was very curious about.

The aircraft designer is of medium build, wearing a gray suit, with a wide forehead with deep, curved forehead lines.

The other party looked flattered, because at this point in time, not many people were summoned by the head of state.

Obviously, he belongs to the very lucky few.

The head of state in front of him didn't have the trouble of 11 o'clock in the middle of the night at all, and he still looked high-spirited.

He smiled and asked Tan Ke to find a place to do it, kindly looking like a parent of a student.

In fact, the head of state is usually very amiable when facing people who have no disputes with him.

However, his attitude towards the generals of the Wehrmacht was a different one.

"I need a better plane, better than the FW-190 that is being produced." Li Le said directly as soon as he opened his mouth, reluctant to go around in circles.

His straight to the point made Tan Ke stunned for a moment. He did not expect the Fuehrer to make such a request, because the current indicators of the FW-190 may say that it is already the best aircraft.

"Tell me bluntly, my head, the performance of the FW-190 is already very good. If you want to improve it, I can help, but if you want to surpass it in a short time, I will I don't think it's necessary at all." Tan Ke organized the language and said to Li Le persuade.

He came here with the expectation that the FW-190 fighter could be mass-produced to 600.

Therefore, Tan Ke worried that if he talked to the Fuhrer about too many new fighter jets that did not exist, it would affect the procurement of the FW-190 fighter jet.

"There is an order I drafted on the table for purchasing FW-190 fighter jets and its subsequent improvements..." Li Le knew what Tan Ke was thinking, and pointed to the table in the distance that was huge enough to be used as a bed.

"When you leave, you can take it with you and give it to my secretary Bowman. You can take it to see Marshal Goring tomorrow... Please find a way to deal with it for you." Li Le smiled and drew Tan Ke's gaze back to himself Body: "1500!"

After Tan Ke returned to his company, UU reading www.uukanshu.com gave a very sloppy order. He suggested that all factory offices should be decorated with swastikas and eagles, and the portrait of the head of state should be hung.

Of course, at that time, with the support of the head of state and the favor of Air Force Marshal Goering, he also brought a full 1,500 fighter jets and an order contract to expand the production line exponentially. Execute the same command.

At this moment, Tan Ke was ecstatic and wanted to kiss Li Le's vamp. This marked his success, absolute success as an aircraft designer.

With his longing for promotion and making a fortune, and his admiration for the Fuhrer's support for the development of aviation, Tan Ke is of course willing to discuss the topic of "new aircraft" with the Fuhrer.

You must know that at this time, a new weapon can be liked by the head of state, which means a large number of orders.

The way to make the Führer like it is also very simple: you listen to what the Führer wants, doesn't he like it when you do it?

So for an aircraft designer, it is an honor and an advantage to be able to discuss the future development direction of the aircraft with the head of state in advance.

After all, in front of the Fokker Wolf Company, there is a real boss of the fighter jet industry of the Third Reich - Messerschmitt.

"Now, do we have time to have a good discussion about the topic of new aircraft?" Li Le asked, looking at Tan Ke, who was probably too excited to sleep.

"Of course! My head of state!" Tank nodded quickly and agreed.

He is not a fool. He just received an order for 1,500 planes, let alone chatting with him, he is willing to accompany him even if he is looking for fun, right?