Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Although he had already decided to retreat, Gan Molin had been unable to issue the order to retreat.

Because he knew that once the order was issued, the consequences could be catastrophic.

At this time, the population of Belgium was approximately over 8 million. Once the coalition forces retreat, it will inevitably trigger panic among the people, and countless people will flee with them. This will not only seriously delay the withdrawal of the coalition forces, but also force the coalition forces to abandon a large amount of materials and heavy equipment that are not easy to carry due to road blockage, and can only move forward lightly.

You must know that the combat effectiveness of an army depends on the quality of weapons, equipment and personnel. Without sophisticated equipment, how can you fight with the enemy? Even if you have extraordinary martial arts skills, you will still be killed suddenly.

In addition, the withdrawal of coalition forces will also involve political issues. Once the coalition forces retreat, it will be equivalent to handing over the entire Belgium to the ravages of Germany. How will the Belgians react?

Although the combat effectiveness of the Belgians is not very good, they still have more than 20 regular troops. Once they start to cause trouble, the consequences will definitely not be something that the French and British coalition forces can bear!

Viscount Gott, who received Churchill's secret message, was even more anxious and came to ask Gamelin. "Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief, why don't you retreat?!"

Gan Molin sighed and expressed his concerns.

Viscount Gott frowned deeply, and after thinking for a long time, he said firmly. "We can't worry about so much now, Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief. We must retreat immediately, otherwise we will definitely fall into the encirclement of the German army!" Seeing Gamelin still hesitant, Viscount Gott blurted out anxiously. "Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, if you don't give the order, I will lead the expeditionary force to retreat on my own!"

"!!" Gan Molin opened his mouth in surprise and stared at Viscount Gott in disbelief. "What did you say?"

Viscount Gott thought he didn't hear clearly, so he spoke more carefully. "Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief, I want the British Expeditionary Force to retreat as soon as possible. The post-break-off matters will be left to your army and the Belgian allies." He wanted to be polite and try not to damage the feelings between the allies. But how can such a thing be done gracefully? And he didn't have any time to waste here coquettishly.

Hearing that Viscount Gott made such a shameless request, Gan Molin felt a surge of anger in his heart and wanted to punch him in the face.

Look, is this what people say? You withdraw first and let us French stay and break up the rear? !

Co-author: You British are human beings, are we French soldiers damn cannon fodder? You still have the nerve to say the word "ally". I bet your allies are all for betrayal, right?

Gan Mo Lin gritted his teeth and roared angrily. "I disagree! I am still the Commander-in-Chief of the British and French Allied Forces, and the retreat must be subject to unified arrangements!"

Viscount Gott said loudly, not to be outdone. "Just because you are the commander-in-chief and it is your poor command that has led to such a passive situation now, do you still want our entire army to be annihilated?!"

"!!" This sentence was quite heart-wrenching. Gan Molin's face turned red and green as he said it, and he almost lost his temper on the spot; but he retorted without showing any weakness. "Isn't it all your stupid British guys' fault?! If you idiots hadn't condoned Germany's development, how could we be in today's situation!"

The two of them were quarreling like children. They exchanged words with each other for a long time. Gamelin finally couldn't help it anymore and yelled. "If you British guys want to escape alone, then I will order all French troops to give up resistance immediately and see if you can still escape. We will all be finished together!"

This sentence really calmed Viscount Gott. He stared at Gamelin with his mouth open, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words. "Do you still have some military honor?"

"Hmph!" Gan Molin snorted disdainfully. "If I talk to you British guys about military honor, you will be sold out."

Just as the two were angrily confronting each other, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Gamelin picked up the phone. It was Prime Minister Reno. "Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief, I just had a phone call with His Majesty Leopold III. He expressed understanding of our decision to retreat, and the Belgian army will try to delay the German army as much as possible."

"That's great." Gan Molin couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. "I will issue a retreat order now." He put down the phone and glanced at Viscount Gott, who looked a little embarrassed, snorted coldly and began to issue orders.

What they didn't know was that after the phone call with the French Prime Minister, the Belgian King sent General Drossau, the deputy chief of staff of the Belgian General Staff Headquarters, to the German army to request a truce.

Leopold III was born in 1901 and was crowned king in 1934 after his father died unexpectedly while climbing. He was the fourth king of Belgium.

This willful young ruler had withdrawn his country from the alliance with Britain and France, adopted foolish neutrality, and even refused to restore alliance relations when he learned that Germany was preparing to launch a major offensive across his borders. It was not until the Germans persuaded their neighbor Netherlands to surrender without any blood that he really panicked and hurriedly sought military assistance from Britain and France.

The German army had already reached the gates of Brussels, and now he heard that Britain and France were about to withdraw their troops. He originally felt that there was little hope and was completely desperate, and he had the idea of ​​​​surrender.

General Fedor von Bock, commander of Army Group B who came to the front line, personally received General Drossau. After hearing General Drossau relay Leopold III's request for a truce, General Bock relayed the news back to the headquarters in Berlin.

Yannick's crisp reply left no truce and Belgium's only option was to surrender unconditionally.

When General Bock conveyed Yannick's reply to General Drossau, his face became quite ugly. "Your Excellency, General Bock, is there no room for negotiation?" After all, armistice and surrender are completely different things. Surrender means giving up the right to choose and letting others do what you want.

General Bock personally sympathized with the Belgian general, but this was a war at the national level, and both sides had their own masters, so they could not help much. "General Drossau, you'd better go back and tell His Majesty Leopold III that tomorrow at the latest, our army will launch a general attack. Our soldiers have almost been exhausted these days."

The Sixth Army commanded by General Walter von Reichenau had already reached the gates of Brussels, but Yannick knew that the British and French forces would retreat sooner or later, so he ordered them to stay where they were and did not continue the attack. So these days there are only small-scale local conflicts between the two sides. "Either your country surrenders unconditionally or waits to be completely annihilated. There will never be a third option!" After saying this, someone asked General Drossau, who looked ashen-faced, to go out.

Hearing the results brought by General Drossau, Leopold III sighed deeply. He really regrets it now. If he had known that Britain and France were such useless people, they should have sided with Germany long ago, and maybe they could get a share of the pie. It's better now, they don't even have the qualifications to ask for a truce. Maybe this is the fate of a small country.

However, Leopold III, who had lost his will to resist, was still ready to accept Germany's conditions and agreed to the Belgian army giving up resistance.