Battle of the Third Reich

Just as the city was in chaos, the defense on the edge of the city was a different sight. ◎,

"Oh my god, dad, these guys are crazy." Clayton dug out his gear from the rubble in the corner of the bunker, spitting as he patted the dirt on the machine gunner's leather vest.

Dad's experience once again saved the entire platoon's life. At the moment when the crowd was about to rush to the barricade, Gerald decisively ordered everyone to leave the barricade to make way for the crowd.

"All flashed away, hide to the side of the road, let them pass, don't block their way." He shouted at that time, his expression and tone had never been so harsh.

The soldiers in a row are well-trained, and the kind dad in the row has been supported and loved by everyone. It is true that listening to the father's words has become a consensus among the soldiers in the row. The soldiers of the infantry platoon immediately responded to the sergeant’s order. No one asked why. They quickly walked away from the barricade. Some people hid in the buildings on both sides, and the rest stood against the wall and stood on the road. Beside.

The terrible crowd flowed over the barricade that had not been formed like a flood, the sandbag bunker was pushed down, the shooting point of bricks was overturned, and the broken soldiers were completely following instinctive actions at this time. Their perception has been numb, at this time they only know to rush forward, followed the squad forward. At least more than 2,000 broken soldiers trampled from a row of positions, and when the flow of people passed, only the mess of the ground was left.

A row of soldiers dumbfounded witnessed the whole process of this natural disaster. The terror destructive force brought by the crowd scared them to pale. They were fortunate that they had a wise leader, and they were able to survive the terrible confusion just now. .

A few **** bodies in the middle of the road are examples. Those are loyal policemen. They didn’t have time to issue warnings before they were overwhelmed by the crowd. I don’t know how many stud soles have stepped on them. These people died. No value and no dignity. But there were people buried for them, and the murderer also paid the same price. The tripped soldiers in the broken army are not immune, their comrades do not care about what they step on, they only want to save their lives in their minds.

A row of soldiers regrouped from the shelter to the position, and everyone looked blankly at the broken barricade. I don't know how to deal with the endgame. Sergeant Gerald is the backbone of everyone, at this time he once again showed his unique leadership skills.

"Clean up here and see what else is available. Pay special attention to weapons and ammunition, some are buried under bricks. Don't cry and mourn, we are at least alive. Go to a few people and move those bodies to the roadside "" Gerald quickly issued a series of orders, and the British soldiers hurriedly began to move through the rubble pile to check the undamaged materials.

The destructive power of the crowd is quite small. The entire blockade wall was crushed and half of it was collapsed. The only two machine guns in the row were overturned together with the bunker. They are now pressed under a pile of sandbags and bricks. This is the first thing to rescue. s things.

"Thank you very much for your assistance. You should leave now and find a safe place to hide. This war may be over for you." Gerald walked in front of more than twenty citizen volunteers. He fumbled out of his pocket and took out two packs of cigarettes. He distributed the cigarettes to the pale citizens.

These people were terrified by the scene just now. If the nearby soldiers were fast and dragged them to the sides of the road, they might also be like the policemen, and they would become poor victims at the foot of the soldiers.

"At this time you can only hide or run with them. There is no third solution." Gerald lit a cigarette on a citizen's lighter, and he patted the back of the other's hand to thank him.

"You said earlier that we should leave, but the Germans are coming soon." A citizen asked doubtfully.

"This war is over for us. We can't keep it here anymore." Gerald pointed the barricade behind his finger with his cigarette.

"Maybe you can persist for a while before, but eventually the Germans will break through. We may allow them to shed a lot of blood. These children could have been sacrificed more valuable. But now..." The sergeant took a breath. A long sigh.

"Everything is over, the people just now will rush to the city center, no one can block their way, these people are crazy. You have also seen all this in front of us, our fortifications have been destroyed, Germany People will not give us the opportunity to rebuild. These broken soldiers did not come here by accident. The Germans must drive them behind. If I guess right, they will come soon." Gerol De patted a citizen's arm and said seriously: "Dover is finished, it's only a matter of time now. I'll take my people out of here."

"Where are you going?" a citizen asked.

"Go to meet with our other troops, if they still exist." This is also a problem that Gerald is very worried about. The other two platoon defense lines must have suffered the same as their own. I don't know their response. How about it, know that not every platoon leader will think like him.

"Will you surrender like the Germans?" another citizen asked.

"The army has the rules of the army. In theory, we will fight until we can no longer fight. I will not control the thoughts of my subordinates. They can have their own choice. Perhaps, if more people can survive, I Will choose to surrender." Gerald threw away the cigarette **** in his hand.

"So, gentlemen, leave here, find a safe place to stay with your family, God bless you." The old sergeant nodded at several citizens and turned to walk towards his men.

These volunteers are just ordinary citizens, the middle and lower classes of society, and many people have nothing to lose except for a job and family. As a result, they are organized by the community committee and the municipal government, and participants can get an additional military ration . They thought they were just doing some manual work, but they never thought of going to the battlefield to fight with the Germans. Now I see this attitude in the army. Of course, these people will not stay silly. They have collected a lot of useful items from the nearby air customs buildings, so they carried their shoulder bags full of bits and pieces. thing.

While Sergeant Gerald's infantry platoon was still struggling with an unknown fate, Lieutenant General Mason was also facing the most critical choice in his life. When the group of defeated soldiers poured into the city, he even thought his men were joking with himself. Standing on the ruins of the Dover Fortress, you can see the entire Dover city. Mason stood there and saw the hell-like scene from the telescope.

The flow of people overwhelmed a line of defense that was not strong enough, and the defenders did not know how to deal with their compatriots. They either stepped forward to block or flee, and the streets were full of soldiers running around. The whole city was in chaos.

Then, as written in the novel, the conflict happened without accident. General Evans died stupidly on the street. The messy gunfire everywhere in the city gradually rang. There are always some people who are reluctant to hang their hands. Whether it is self-defense or warning, some defenders finally can’t help but pull the trigger towards themselves.

Some British soldiers were so nervous that they couldn’t tell which was friendly and which was the enemy with fear. These defenders began to fire indiscriminately at all those who were close to them. The tawny British Army uniform became the primary target for the soldiers to shoot, and soon this semi-fortressed city became a hot pot of porridge.

British soldiers in the same uniform squatted down on the barricade and shot each other. Both sides received the same training. Knowing all the tricks, the battle soon became heated.

The defeated party has already reached a dead end, their behavior can already be called a rebellion, and now they will not get a good end even if they lay down their weapons. These people have long been exhausted, and the only thing that supports them is their strong desire to survive, but now finally The door to survival seems to be closed. These people have fallen into despair.

Some soldiers tried to surrender to the defenders, but in exchange for the merciless shooting of the other side, these soldiers with their hands up were killed by random guns on the street, and the former compatriots cheered after the barricade.

The rumors that the defenders were preparing to shoot all the deserters seemed to have been confirmed, so the army fighters clenched their teeth and squeezed their weapons. They were ready to fight to the end and used their hands to kill a way out. Outside the city were Germans staring at him. Inside the city were compatriots who were about to hang themselves on the gallows. The broken army had no choice but to fight for their own lives.

"Let's fight. We hit the port, where there is a boat, and we can take us away." A message spread among the broken army, making these desperate soldiers full of strength again.

Yup. Earlier I heard that there are so many passenger ships docked in Port Dover, enough to take all of them away, as long as they seize these ships, they can go to any place in the world. The Germans have landed and the British Empire is over. They have all personally experienced fighting with the Germans. That terrible army is not something that the British Army can confront. Britain will definitely lose this war.

Run away, since you have already started to run away, then continue to run, leave this battlefield, leave this **** war, maybe America is a good choice, or go to Asia, as long as they don’t let them see that set of gray-green uniform.

Suddenly, the defeated soldiers had a clear goal, and they began to focus towards the port. Some soldiers who had been exhausted for a long time spit blood-stained foam, holding a rifle with a bayonet on them, hobbled toward the barricade that stopped them, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Although the overall number of Dover’s defenders is not much worse than the collapse of the army, they have an absolute advantage in weaponry. They use machine guns and ultra-light tanks to block the entire road and combat any targets that appear on the street. The tricks and traps that were originally intended to deal with the German army are now all used by the compatriots.

But the collapse of the army is not a fuel-efficient lamp, they immediately use the seized weapons to return color. The defensive forces were scattered in a large urban area, and as a result, they were surrounded by a broken army that had a local quantitative advantage, and were eventually destroyed by each.

Both sides killed their red eyes and started to show no mercy, leaving no captives at all. In the end, both physically and mentally, the defenders were destroyed by these evil-looking compatriots. They abandoned their positions and equipment and fled from the streets and alleys.

Dover has become a human hell. The army collapsers have lost their organization and also lost their military discipline. They began to smash the merchants on the street, rushed into the bomb shelters hiding the residents, they looted everything they wanted, even Indescribable atrocities were imposed on the citizens who took refuge and some female auxiliary military personnel.

Lieutenant General Mason sent his last headquarters guard platoon, at which point he had completely lost control of the troops. His army collapsed, his lines of defense collapsed, and the people he was supposed to protect were being slaughtered and looted, but he could do nothing about it.

Mason personally drafted a brief report, reporting to London what is happening here. In fact, he still has no idea why things have become like this.

All his original plans and plans have been defeated, and he also understands that it is impossible for him to complete the orders of London, and he is also responsible for everything in front of him. He must be a scapegoat waiting for him. He will lose honor and In the future, all the dirty water will be poured on his head. In order to maintain the authority of the war cabinet and Churchill, he will never turn over.

The rescue ship hinted by the Royal Navy will never arrive. Mason understands this very well. Perhaps the rescue ship did not exist at the beginning. The incompetent commander, in the future history, must evaluate himself like this, Lieutenant General Mason's future is gloomy.

The Germans are about to attack, they will take advantage of this opportunity to attack, all this is what they planned, these genius conspirators. Mason really wanted to meet the guy who made the plan face-to-face, and then find a chance to punch him in the face.

Lieutenant General Mason sat down by the ruins of the fortress, and he looked at the burning city under the mountain. He had done all he could do, and he could only leave the rest to the Almighty God. He has no hope of his future, he is here to watch the Germans enter the city.

How about a shot in your mouth, or a temple... No, no, that kind of death method does not belong to a sailor, he should die on the battlefield, maybe the Germans can satisfy his wish.

Why didn't the Germans come? Are they all deaf and blind? Didn't see this messy scene in the city? Was the incompetent staff guessing right? The Germans were already incapable of attacking at the end of the crossbow. It would be ironic if it was that way, without them attacking at all, Dover was dying himself.

Now only the Germans can solve the mess in front of them. They will never want a city that is in a mess. If they come faster, they may be able to rescue some civilians from the chaotic army...

Suddenly, like a flash of light, a thought emerged in Mason's heart, and the admiral suddenly stood up from the ruins. He frowned and looked at the smoke-filled city for a while, then turned firmly and walked down the fort to walk toward the communication company's tent.

At 12 o'clock on August 22, 1940, the British Dover Fortress Command sent a clear telegram to the German landing cluster. Admiral Henry Mason as the highest commander of the theater announced the surrender to the German army. The only request was to request the German army to enter the urban area as soon as possible, suppress the riots that are occurring in the urban area, restore the order of the city, and protect the safety of peaceful citizens and surrender of the British army. (To be continued.)