Chapter 9:
June 28, 1937
Central-Western Spain, the Nationalist faction's main stronghold of Salamanca Colonel Walther Model was diligent.
No, he was a bit too diligent.
The Condor Legion, though only on paper, had been discharged from the Wehrmacht and dispatched to Spain as volunteer soldiers.
As a result, it was run rather loosely, and this was especially true for the Condor Legion's army, which had little combat power or military force, was dispatched for weapons tests and training, and was mainly deployed to the second line or rear area.
After the Battle of Guadalajara had depleted the forces of both the Nationalist and Republican factions, and the Nationalists gave up on capturing Madrid, the Central Front was in a lull, so there was no need to explain just how relaxed we had become.
And the by-the-book Colonel Walther Model, flown in from the General Staff Headquarters in Berlin, was very displeased with this situation, and this capable but inflexible General Staff officer was not just full of, but overflowing with, the will to fix it.
“Hah, haaah, ugh, haah… I'm gonna die. Haaah… Dietrich, I'm dying…”
“Instead of, hah, talking, hah, just, hah, run.”