"The Russians' firepower has increased again..."

The entire North Caucasus front was in chaos. The Russians launched an unprecedented offensive in the mountains of the North Caucasus: the Russian army, which was in short supply of artillery shells, seemed to get rich overnight, and the artillery shells fell on the frontier positions of the Turkish army like rain. The gray animals of the Russian army no longer continued the old line tactics, but instead carried out team attacks with the cover of the terrain. In less than five days, the Russian army broke through the Turkish army's defense line on its entire line.

The front line was in a hurry. As the supreme commander of the Turkish army in the North Caucasus, Liman Sanders came to the front line as soon as possible.

After passing through the mud and water, Wang Heidi followed Sanders to an artillery observation post on the front line.

"Thanks to the Russian politics, we have bought a lot of reliable information from the Russians. Recent intelligence shows that the commander of the Russian Black Sea Fleet Kolchak has been to the North Caucasus front in the past few days."

Liman Sanders looked at the front line position that became a sea of ​​fire under the attack of Russian artillery, and a trace of undetectable worry flashed between his eyebrows.

"Kolchak brought many small and medium-caliber machine guns equipped with old Black Sea Fleet warships to the Russian army, including 47mm Hakik driver's gun, five-barrel Nodianfield machine gun, Vawasur breech gun, 40-pound and 28-pound Wiyavia sand gun, 120mm Armstrong rapid-fire gun, 37mm pound pumming gun, and ammunition is relatively sufficient."

"Kolchak..." Wang Heidi murmured, and the figure of a Russian naval colonel wearing a black Russian naval uniform and a blood-stained bandage on his jaw appeared in his mind.

In 1915, Kolchak, who served as the commander of the First Mine Team in the Russian Baltic Fleet, repeatedly carried out mine wars, sinking the old battleship of the Empire Brunswick, directly triggering the first German naval political storm.

In May 1915, Kolchak officially took over as commander of the Black Sea Fleet. He actively prepared for the war at the beginning of his tenure, regaining the morale of the military that had been dispersed since the Battle of Cape Sochi, alleviating the confrontation between officers and sailors. He expelled and suppressed some of the sailors infiltrated by the Workers' Party. Starting from the second half of 1915, Kolchak led the reorganized Black Sea Fleet light warships to carry out a series of broken battles against the Turkish Naval Transportation Line of the North Caucasus in the narrow Black Sea waters, and strongly supported the Russian army to stabilize the North Caucasus Defense Line.

"General Sileme. The battle situation in the North Caucasus seems to be stalemate, but in fact it has turned to the Russians!"

Sanders looked at Wang Heidi, as if there was something unspeakable. He waved his hand to support the only German staff member in the artillery observation post. Liman Sanders hesitated for a moment and spoke.

"Gaomen is becoming increasingly dissatisfied with me, thinking that I am conservative, I cannot lead the North Caucasus Army to completely defeat the Russian army. News has also been heard from Istanbul that I will be transferred to the Palestinian battlefield to command the defense war there."

Sanders' words were tantamount to the terrible shock of Wang Heidi, who did not understand the army, because almost all newspapers in Istanbul predicted that the Russian army had collapsed and that Turkey occupied and owned the entire Caucasus region was just around the corner. However, at the artillery observation post on the North Caucasus front, the highest commander of the Turkish army told him that the battle situation had completely collapsed.

"The self-inflated Turkish senior leaders do not understand nor are they willing to understand the actual situation on the front line. But the fact is that the elite troops of the North Caucasus Army trained by our German instructors have been exhausted, and the rest are temporary recruitment herders and farmers. In contrast, the Russians. Although the combat effectiveness of the Russian North Caucasus Army is also low, the empire's strategy of first the Western Front and then the Eastern Front greatly liberated Russia's stockpiling of troops on the southwest and northwest fronts, and more and more elite Russians began to join the North Caucasus Army. Without new combat power, we will be in big trouble..."

"General Sanders, what do I need to do?"

Wang Heidi listened carefully to the sounds of small-caliber naval guns among the Russian guns and guns. He looked up inadvertently and asked softly.

"The army needs the navy to carry out powerful actions in the Mediterranean to deter the Russian Black Sea Fleet, and at least ensure the smooth flow of maritime transportation lines." Liman Sanders was entangled for a moment and finally expressed an indescribable request: "I know that the Turkish Navy is extremely short of available warships, and old warships are either dismantled or have no ammunition. But the army still hopes to obtain some artillery from the navy, even if it is just some machine guns..."

"General Sanders, I am no longer a German admiral, and the Turkish Navy and its commander Sorochin are not under my jurisdiction." Wang Heidi spread her hands and made a helpless expression.

The dull Jews were a little sad, and Wang Heidi blinked sly at General Sanders, laughing:

"However, I have a way to get the Russian army to transfer North Caucasus reinforcements..."

"What's the solution?" Sanders stepped forward and asked, pinching Wang Heidi's shoulder.

"Take the French!" Wang Heidi restrained her creepy laughter and said seriously in the face of the sunshine of the North Caucasus.

Due to geographical factors, historical reasons and practical interests, although the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Italy were allies, the two countries secretly had mutual hostility.

The Austro-Hungarian navy would never agree to be the commander of the Mediterranean joint fleet by the Italians, and they looked down on the Turks, the sick husband of West Asia. Anton von House, the commander-in-chief of the Austro-Hungarian navy, finally made a difficult decision in contemplation - rather leave the Eastern Mediterranean to the French than let Italy continue to expand their naval strength.

The murderous words were almost said, but the captain of the United Power battleship, who was silent on the side, suddenly interrupted.

"Commander, you misunderstood. I'm talking about Heidi Sileme."

The commander's tower was filled with air conditioning. The Austro-Hungarian Empire was a musical country. The advice of the Captain of the United Power was tantamount to the most wonderful natural sounds on the streets of Vienna. It turned out that the Allies may not only have Italy in the Mediterranean. Austro-Hungary and Turkey, in this land full of monsters and wonders, also enshrined a great god - former German Admiral, deputy commander of the Ocean Fleet and commander of the First Reconnaissance Fleet.

For the Allies' Three Mediterraneans, Heidi Sileme is naturally the commander of the Mediterranean Combined Fleet.

As a German, he had no direct conflict of interests with the three Mediterranean Navy. The three countries did not need to worry that Silame would lead to the dominance of a certain company after taking office as commander-in-chief.

Furthermore, Heidi Silem's command ability and strategic vision are unquestionable. The Battle of Helgolan Bay, the Battle of Doger Sands, the Raid of Muderos Bay, the Battle of Jutland and the Battle of Portsmouth are the best votes for this young general who is less than forty years old.

Finally, Heidi Silem knew the Mediterranean well. As early as the end of 1912, he came to the chaotic Mediterranean as a naval instructor. From 1915 to 1916, he also inspected the military equipment of all maritime powers in the Mediterranean, except France. Italy, Austro-Hungary and Turkey did not need to worry that Silem would be dissatisfied with the local conditions.

"It's him!"

"Heidi Sileme, that's him!"

Italian Navy Commander's fist hits the table in the conference room of the Taranto Naval Base Command.

Austro-Hungarian navy could cruelly refuse to defeat the French navy. However, the Italian navy had no choice.

In order to ensure the smooth maritime transportation line between the Far East and Indian colonies and their homeland, the British spent money to hire and arm the thugs. In January 1916, the last Spanish-class battleship was completed and delivered to the French Navy.

The British spent a lot of money. The French naturally repaid their favor. Of course, this was the French's open reason. Italy's dispatch of 400,000 troops to the Alps had already made the French angry, and sent more than 100,000 elite troops to Libya across the sea. They formed a North African army with the North African garrison and attacked France's "protected land" Algeria and Morocco, which made the Gaul rooster leave their anger.

With the addition of new and old hatreds, the French Navy rarely gained a strong momentum, leaving all Dandong-class quasi-dreadnoughts to protect their coastline in the Mediterranean. France was like a gambler who was anxious and sent all their main battleships to the East Mediterranean in one breath, namely four Guba-class battleships, three Spanish-class battleships and three Brittany-class battleships.

The existence of the French navy blocked the maritime transportation line between the Italian mainland and its North African Legion. The Italian North African Legion was "well-equipped", but when these picky foodies lost their artillery to open the way forward, the Italian army collapsed.

More than 200,000 Italian troops were hurriedly armed by the French "protective land" Governor, the third-line troops rushed out of Algeria like ducks, and counterattacked into Libya.

The Italians were panicked. According to the post-war sharing agreement revised by the Allies in 1915, the Italian front was where its colony was located. So while the Italians sent 400,000 poorly equipped troops to France, they also sent more than 100,000 troops to North Africa. However, the Italian colonies not only expanded, but Libya, which was snatched from the Turks, may not be able to be saved, so there is already a lot of shouts of fighting and killing in Italy.

Facing the surging accusations, the Italian Army pushed the blame to the navy. It seemed that without the existence of the French Navy, the Italian Army could reach the eastern coast of the Atlantic Ocean in one breath.

The board fell on the Italian Navy. After weighing the power at hand, the Italian Navy was embarrassed to find that the Mediterranean overlord who had been yelling for more than 20 years could not defeat the French - even if the French had three Spanish-class battleships in their hands were of the same performance. After all, they were also dreadnoughts equipped with 305mm main guns, not to mention that the French had four Oupa and three Brittany.

"If the commander of the Mediterranean Combined Fleet cannot be Austrian and the Turks are not suitable, then choose the Germans!"

The Italian navy commander emitted a terrifying light in his eyes. It seemed that the person who was still frowning and beating the sky and the earth a minute ago was not him.

"Heidi Sileme, that's him!"

“Heidi Sileme?!”

When Istanbul Gaomen heard the recommendation of Italy and Austro-Hungarian Empire, Sorochin, who was commander of the Mediterranean Combined Fleet with Heidi Silem, was defeated in the office of Enzel, the leader of the three giants in Turkey.

"I finally understand why Silame spent half a year to inspect the Mediterranean naval power, and why Silame did not accept the position of Minister of the Turkish Navy, but disappeared in the North Caucasus."

Enzele, the Ottoman master who was younger than Heidi Silem, leaned on the back of a blanket chair, looked at the stunned Turkish Navy commander Sorochin, and shook his head bitterly:

"I'm really curious about what Silame has experienced in the past two years. I remember that Silame was still a young man with poor words and resentment in 1913, but Silame in 1916 was more sleeker and more scheming than any veteran in politics."
Chapter completed!