Battle of the Third Reich

"This is not enough. There are too many troops concentrated in this area. We have to redeploy. $f," Manstein stood in front of the window sill of a three-story building on the corner of Hampton Street, holding a telescope to observe A British barricade in the distance.

The terrain of this small building is quite good, and there are no large buildings in the field of vision that obstruct the view. From the window sill of the third floor, you can clearly see the emerald green bronze dome of the Imperial War Museum, and a white flag on the snow-white flagpole flutters in the wind. .

Manstein was extremely dissatisfied with the chaotic situation in the movement of the Cyprus Army. In his view, this was basically an unprofessional performance of the command. In order to stop this group of rabies from continuing to shame him in front of the friendly army, the chief of staff of the army Your Excellency hurried from the headquarters to the battlefield front.

"There are not so many troops at all, and they immediately ordered the 1st Infantry Division to stop advancing. They only need to leave a regiment to cover the flanks of the 7th Infantry Brigade, and hand over the task of occupying Waterloo Station and Hungerford Bridge to the first. Twenty-five armored regiments. The remaining two infantry regiments of the 1st Infantry Division broke through the Thames line from Lambeth Bridge, then attacked all the way west, occupied Hyde Park, cut off the administrative area, and copied the Westminster area from the side rear "The enemy." Manstein handed the telescope to the adjutant around him, and he turned to give instructions to the staff.

"Ordered the 3rd Infantry Division to take down all the area east of the station before taking down the Westwark Station. The British army map marked them at the turn of the river. They deployed several anti-aircraft positions, all of which must be controlled by us. Hand. Let these commands be issued first, and then print them to me for signature."

The "compliance, general" communications staff had finished recording the order, saluted Mannstein and turned and ran down the stairs.

Manstein’s radio communication car stopped at the intersection downstairs. The four half-tracked vehicles in the armored guards guarded both ends of the street. The soldiers were loaded with guns and watched the movements around them. The military position is less than one kilometer, and a German senior general is a very attractive target.

The German commander's safety on the front line has always been very troubling. These honorable guys have a tradition of dying for life. Remote control from the front line in the rear will be generally regarded as a powerless and timid maggot. Since the beginning of the war, many school-level officers have fallen on the first-line battlefield, the most famous of which is the former German army commander General Admiral Werner von Fletcher.

"This is General Manstein's order, and I will stay in your regiment to oversee the implementation of the regiment plan." Major Franz Chester took a warrant from the map bag around his waist and handed it to the twentieth The head of the five armored regiment Ludwig.

"We are ready to attack and follow the orders of the general. We will first mobilize a company of tanks to cooperate with the infantry to launch a tentative attack on the enemy position in the direction of Waterloo Station."

Ludwig led Chester into his command tent. This armored regiment leader has always liked to command operations on the front line. Where is his eight-wheeled armored command vehicle, where is the regiment headquarters.

The so-called command tent is actually very rudimentary, that is, a large sunshade canvas is torn up on the side of an eight-wheeled armored vehicle, and the entire row of radio stations under the sunshade is busy at work. The call signal reports of the signal soldiers came and went.

"We need more information, and we haven't even got the name of the British opposite. The dispatched scouts have only identified some machine gun fire points. At present, no anti-tank guns of the other party have been found." The staff discussed the upcoming offensive around a map.

"The resolution of the Air Force's reconnaissance photos is not enough, and it was still five days ago. The map that the British army gave us is just a hasty designation of the regional defense configuration. The specific details may not even be clear to them." A staff member said.

"My company will advance along London Road, then turn at the Obelisk of St. George, enter Waterloo Road, and finally reach the train station. There is a large barricade at this location, according to my estimates. The enemy will definitely be placed here Anti-tank artillery and even infantry artillery. The streets here are too narrow. We have to work closely with the infantry. Are you sure we can’t destroy these houses?" the company commander of the four-battalion company asked loudly.

His company is equipped with sixteen No. 4 tanks, and a light platoon composed of four No. 3 tanks. Because the docking position is closest to the front line, he was selected for the first wave of probing attacks. Of course, if it progresses If it goes well, temptation can also turn into a formal offense.

"If it is not necessary, it is best not to damage the buildings in central London. Unless it is a target that seriously threatens the safety of the German troops, or it causes an insurmountable obstacle to the advance of the German troops. This is the command of the headquarters, and the front-line troops must be strict. Obey." Major Chester reminded.

"Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig. How much time is left by Lieutenant Colonel Neindorf and you." Chester asked looking at Ludwig.

"In five minutes, I haven't even heard any news. I think these British people are ready to resist. I hope Lieutenant Colonel Nerndorf will be safe." Ludwig replied, rubbing his forehead.

While the German commanders on the front line were discussing how to break through the British line of defense, Lieutenant Colonel Nerndorf was making his final efforts in an underground shelter on the other side of the Thames.

"When exactly do you want to detain me? I am a military envoy of the German Army. You cannot treat a military envoy like this. This has seriously violated the Geneva Treaty."

Neindorf was blindfolded and his hands were handcuffed to the back of the chair. The German Lieutenant Colonel expressed strong protests for the rude treatment he received, but he did not get a slight response from the other side.

He knew there were other people in the room, but the other person just sat quietly and looked at him, neither asking nor answering.

"What time is it, you can always tell me what time it is." Neindorf was not discouraged about his situation. He was not an easy person to give up.

"You want to know what time is doing, German, anyway, you don't have much time left to live." Since Nerndorf entered this room, the other party answered his question for the first time.

"No, sir, I want to know the time, in order to calculate how much time you have to live." Neindorf replied tit-for-tat, in such a time can not lose the sharpness of the German officers.

"You don't need to count this, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I know how long I can live, because I will die with you." The tone of the other party was full of ridicule, and Neendorf was able to hear that most of them were aimed at the other party. of.

"Who the **** are you, and where is this place? I want to see the commander here, he is making a huge mistake." Neindorf said loudly.

"Me?" the other party asked rhetorically.

Nerndorf heard the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the concrete floor, and the speaker should stand up, and then he noticed that the blindfold of his eyes was yanked off, and the incandescent lamp on the top of the room shone on his face, suddenly. The stimulation made him unable to open his eyes.

"Know me, I'm Manfred Clint, the head of the Cold Creek Guards, Colonel of the British Army." The other side was condescending, looking down on the German Lieutenant Colonel in front of him.

Neindorf was used to dazzling lights at this time, and he looked up at the British colonel in front of him. "Lord Clint?" Neindorf recalled, remembering reading this person's profile before.

"You know me?" Neindorf's answer clearly surprised the other party.

"I heard your story. You used to be Chamberlain's military secretary. The relationship with the royal family is also very good. The head of the Lengxi Regiment seems to be Lord Codlington."

"General Codlington is too old, just the honorary leader."

"Yes, he should be eighty... eighty-four years old." Neindorf said with a smile, then he moved his hands behind his back.

"Can you help me open this, Colonel Clint, I have no weapons at all and will not pose a threat to you."

"I want to help you, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, but like you, I am now the subject of house arrest." Colonel Clint smiled bitterly and spread his hands, expressing his inability to demand Nerndorf.

"It's a mutiny? Your men have seized you. Hell, I should have thought about it." Only then did Neindorf realize that the British colonel looked really bad, a badge of the military uniform was ripped off, and the shoulders were subdued The seam with the sleeve of the sleeve was also torn open. A large mouth exposed the white linen cloth inside. The honour watch on the chest was also scattered, and it seemed to be missing a lot.

"Can you tell me what time it is now? Colonel, this is very important." Neindorf asked eagerly.

"Sorry, they took my wallet and watch, this **** group of Scottish robbers."

"Is it a Scot?" Nerndorf thinks it is a good opportunity to get first-hand information about the mutiny from the opponent's mouth.

"Well, it’s okay to tell you, anyway, they won’t let us leave here alive. In retrospect, I can’t believe that the glorious Guards would launch a mutiny. This is a scandal, a betrayal of the country, yes. A stain in the history of the Guards that can never be erased." Clint sat down on his chair, his hands on his knees, his eyes staring straight at the German officer in front of him.

"We have known for a long time that London can't stand it. In the end, the cabinet will definitely consider surrendering. In fact, we also know that someone is already in contact with Germany. There are in the cabinet, in the parliament, and even the chamber of commerce and bankers are looking for their own ways.

We are soldiers, and our duty is to obey orders. At that time, the internal thinking of the guards was very simple, that is, to protect the safety of the royal family members before the armistice agreement was reached. But what I couldn’t think of at all was that it was the royal family who ultimately led the mutiny of the Guards. Colonel Clint said to Neindorf with an angry look.

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