"Our 3rd Regiment, which has the most powerful combat power, has been surrounded to the east by the German amphibious landing combat unit! Shall we now send reinforcements over to assist them in the battle? Commander! ”

When the 3rd Regiment of the British Army was in danger, the Army Division Daglish stationed in the English Channel immediately reported to Viscount Gort. （）

"How many units do we have that have not been killed or injured by the German Air Forces and those missiles?"

In this regard, Viscount Goth asked with a sad face.

"Originally, our troops stationed in the English Channel only had one and a half divisions, but now after the frenzied felt bombardment of the German army, as well as the double attack of their airborne troops and amphibious landing special forces, our army force has less than three regiments left!"

"If even our 3rd Regiment, which has the strongest combat effectiveness and the best weapons and equipment, is surrounded and annihilated, then we will only have less than two regiments left to call on the troops!"

"In other words, if we don't have reinforcements to support us before then, then we are not much left before we are fully defeated!"

British division division Daglish took a deep breath before he cautiously and boldly reported.

"Go and consult with Chief of Staff John! I will immediately go to the front line to command the combat work, and even if I have to die on the battlefield, I will fight to the last drop of blood like a brave soldier of the British Empire! ”

Viscount Goth clenched his fists, determined to fight to the death.

"Your Excellency, Commander, it's not good for you to do this! It's going to be dangerous, and if something happens to you, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to Chief of Staff John, and Prime Minister Churchill? ”

But Daglish objected.

"I won't die so easily, you should go and give the Chief of Staff John the latest report on the battle situation right away! Let's see if he has any good proposals for battle, or is our reinforcements now there? ”

Viscount Goth said with a wave of his hand.

"But this ......"

Facing Viscount Gort, who had already decided to die, the division Daglish wanted to speak and stopped.

"Go ahead! We don't have much time to waste, and if we don't think about it, I'm afraid we'll all die here, or we'll be captured by the Germans! ”

"If you had to do that, which one would you choose? Surrender? Or died in battle? ”

Viscount Goth stared at him and said immediately.

"Alright! I see, I'll report to Chief of Staff John right away! Be careful, too, I'll be here with you right away, Commander! ”

Master Daglish nodded immediately.

"Go ahead! I hope he has good news for us! Without reinforcements, we're going to lose the English Channel! ”

Viscount Goth replied irritably.

They then immediately parted, and Viscount Gott immediately led his guard to the defensive positions of the 2nd Regiment in command cars and trucks to prepare for the German attack.

As for the defensive zone of the 3rd regiment, I couldn't go if I wanted to.

Because the fourth round of German bombardment began again, and it was still concentrated in the remnants of the defensive positions of the 3rd Regiment of the British Army, and the bunkers, the bombardment shook the ground and shook the night sky, making people tremble.

"Looks like our 3rd Regiment is going to be wiped out soon, are we going to die here tonight?"

"What an abomination! How could these damn Germans attack so quickly! ”

"We didn't have a well-developed fortifications ready, and even the reinforcements didn't arrive, so we were attacked directly by them!

"Damn! I'm not willing to be defeated like this! ”

Listening to the increasingly ferocious naval and air bombardment of the German army, Viscount Gott roared angrily at the German aircraft group bombing in the night sky.

It's a pity that no matter how angry he is now, how unwilling he is to fail; The German Scud missiles and bomber groups were still mercilessly facing the remnants of the 3rd British Regiment as they stubbornly resisted the advance of the German troops.

At that moment, the disadvantage of the remaining British troops stationed in the English Channel also became worse and worse.

"Boom! Rumble ......"

"Captain! Let's get out of here! The German bombardment is becoming more and more ferocious, and if we don't evacuate here, I'm afraid we will all be wiped out here! ”

In the face of the fierce and swift large-scale bombardment, the remaining officers and men of the 3rd British Regiment were panicked and looked for cover to avoid the bombing.

At this moment, the commander of the first company, Dor, shouted hoarsely at the commander of the regiment beside him, Smith.

"I want to retreat too! But we are looking for the German army that has surrounded the German army in all directions, and is making dumplings and killing, how can we break through? ”

But the head of the regiment, Smith, was so depressed that he said to the extreme.

"Are we really going to die here? I don't want to die! I want to go back to London to see my family! ”

The company commander said in a panic.

"If you are so afraid of death, then go and surrender to those German troops! This is your only chance to survive, otherwise if the Germans launch a general attack after the massive bombardment is completed, then we will all be wiped out here! “

"Unless there's a miracle, or maybe our reinforcements can get here!"

"But I think I'm afraid that after we all die here, there will be no reinforcements to reach the English Channel in a short time, because the German attack is too fast, and they are still looking for strong soldiers and horses, and they have already prepared!"

Commander Smith smiled bitterly.