Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"Even if we get to Plymouth, it won't make much difference." Commander Blanton said. "If we encounter the German armored forces, we don't have enough people to charge at once. If we want to contain the Germans, we can only engage in street fighting in the city. We have a steady stream of reinforcements behind us, which is enough for us to persist in fighting and eliminate a large number of people. Germans, hit them hard!"

The adjutant said anxiously. "But what if the Germans want to destroy Exeter like they destroyed Belfast?"

"!!" Mr. Brandon's face turned very ugly instantly. He actually forgot about this matter!

If you can't stand upright in the front, and you can't fight in street battles, it's a dilemma. After thinking for a while, he gave instructions. "Telegram to London for instructions from His Excellency the Prime Minister."

After hearing the news that the Plymouth Defense Force had raised the white flag across the board, Prime Minister Churchill rolled his eyes and fainted.

Everyone was startled by this unexpected situation and hurriedly gathered around. Some of the people who pinched Churchill were forced to open their mouths and pull out their tongues (it is said that this method was because they were worried that the patient would "swallow his tongue" (the tongue fell behind) and suffocate to death).

After all this tossing, Churchill was woken up before the doctor arrived.

"Surrender?! They surrendered without firing a shot? Why?! Why did this happen?!" Churchill was trembling with anger or fear, and his tone was hysterical.

Of course he knows that people are in turmoil nowadays, so the frontline commanders are all chosen by him personally and are absolutely reliable candidates. But these people in Plymouth actually surrendered collectively? Is it God who wants to destroy our British Empire? !

At this time, everyone saw that the corner of Prime Minister Churchill's mouth had been slightly tilted to the left, and his left eyelid drooped weakly, as if he had not opened it. What surprised them even more was that a strand of saliva dripped from the corner of His Excellency the Prime Minister's crooked mouth and fell to his chest, but he didn't even know it.

"..."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other in shock, and the Imperial Chief of Staff asked softly. "Your Excellency Prime Minister, you..."

"What am I?" Churchill asked as if he hadn't noticed anything unusual about himself.

Just when everyone was worried about how to explain it to him, the doctor finally arrived. Seeing Churchill's appearance, he was also stunned. He quickly took out the sphygmomanometer and started to measure Churchill's blood pressure. After asking him several questions about how various parts of his body felt, he took off the stethoscope. "The Prime Minister's symptoms should be caused by excessive fatigue. What he needs now is absolute rest. If he does not get adequate rest, I cannot guarantee that his symptoms will not worsen."

"Rest?" Churchill shook his head. "Doctor, this is no time to rest." The fate of the British Empire has entered a countdown. At this time, when he needs to work hard, how can he calm down and rest.

If he rests now, he will probably sleep forever in a few days.

Everyone took turns to persuade him to no avail, and the Imperial Chief of Staff had no choice but to continue reporting on the war situation. "Commander Blanton of the 12th Armored Division, who arrived in Exeter not long ago, asked for instructions on the next step. If they are allowed to engage in street fighting in Exeter to delay the Germans, they may repeat what happened in Belfast. You look……"

After thinking for a while, Churchill gave a decisive order. "Let them withdraw to London, call back all the reinforcements sent to Plymouth, and strengthen London's defenses. How is the air battle at Plymouth?"

"..." Daoding's face was very ugly.

From dawn to now, he has dispatched two waves of fighter formations.

At least 70 were killed in the first wave.

The second time was even worse. This time Dowding also went all out and sent all the fighter jets he could collect to Plymouth, except for leaving the fighter crew to defend London. The result was quite miserable, not even half of those who escaped came back. After all, the Spitfire and Hurricane no longer pose a threat to the Germans. Not only is the performance slightly inferior and leaked, but the quantity is also not on the same level at all.

Now he even had to let the original bomber pilots replace the missing fighter pilots, but even if these bomber pilots instantly transformed into ace fighter pilots, it would still be a drop in the bucket and far from making up for the losses.

To make matters worse, because Plymouth surrendered, the British pilots who parachuted during the battle became prisoners. As a result, the British lost more than 200 aircraft, which is equivalent to the loss of more than 200 pilots. The German pilots, on the other hand, were just the opposite. They could parachute calmly, then quickly return to the team and take the returning ship back to France. They would probably be able to continue fighting in the afternoon.

After a moment of silence, Dowding spoke. "Maybe the royal family should leave the country." Although the British Empire is now blocked, there is still a secret port and a secret channel that can leave.

"I agree that at least the king, members of the royal family, and various government agencies must leave the country." The imperial chief of staff also echoed. "Once the Germans get past Exeter, it will be too late."

The group of people fell silent.

As Plymouth's encirclement surrendered without a fight, the English Channel, which it relied on the most, could no longer be called a barrier. Various German heavy weapons were being continuously sent to the British mainland from the intact Plymouth port. The German army could run rampant and be invincible just like it did on the European continent.

The landing forces at Norwich and Dover seemed to have little heavy equipment and they were in no hurry to advance towards London. But this is also temporary. After they replenish their heavy equipment, they will be less than 100 kilometers away from London. The Dover landing force will only be a day or two away from London. The capital of the British Empire was literally about to become the front line of war. This kind of thing only happened twice more than 1,000 years ago.

Queen Elizabeth, who looked haggard, sighed softly and asked. "In other words, the German army can attack London at any time?"

"Please rest assured, Queen, the Dover landing force closest to London is more than 90 kilometers away. Our troops are setting up new defense lines and will definitely intercept the Germans outside London." Churchill said bravely, in order to avoid the Queen Being impolite in front of him, he could only cover his mouth and chin with a handkerchief. The Imperial Chief of Staff also echoed. "The Army has formed two more divisions of infantry. They will fight to the death to prevent the enemy from entering London."

"..." Queen Elizabeth suddenly felt that these two people were a little pitiful. These already worthless guarantees were not meant to be told to her, but rather to embolden themselves. They promised that the expeditionary force would defeat the Germans and return triumphantly, that they would bring back the expeditionary force that was besieged in Dunkirk, that they would never let a single German bomb fall in London, that they would The Germans could never cross the English Channel. Now it is guaranteed that the German troops will not be able to enter London?

It's over, it seems that the German troops' invasion of London is a certainty.

He sighed again, and just as he was about to say something, the royal butler hurried in. "German bombers are attacking the Prime Minister's Office!"