The battle continued on the front line, and it did not become half a point because of the quiet and peace in the back. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Lyman's troops were forced to retreat at breakfast and replaced with new units to continue the battle with the British.

There was originally a whole platoon of soldiers, but now only a pitiful 27 people remained. Lyman sat down on the edge of the roadbed with his weapon in his hand, stuffed the dry bread into his lunch box, and mixed it into the hot soup and ate it with great delight.

The 1st Paratrooper Division was the first German unit to enter the combat zone when the battle began on 14 February. It was only now that they barely managed to eat a good meal to celebrate their hard-won victory.

There are more than 7,000 paratroopers in the entire paratrooper division, and less than 5,000 people remain until now. They fought for a day and two nights in the face of enemy artillery and tanks with their own flesh and blood, and most of them did not get a decent rest.

Listening to the rumbling artillery fire not far away, Lyman was glad that he had another day. He looked at the heat in his lunch box and was very satisfied with his combat performance.

"Platoon commander! Good stuff sent to us above! Gunther came over with a pack of cigarettes and flaunted to Lyman.

In fact, the German soldiers had always hoped that they could seize some cigarettes and other supplies in Britain to supplement their daily needs. But when they went to England, they found that it was much poorer than they imagined.

Very few British soldiers had cigarettes on their bodies, and some of the more senior officers did not have such luxuries. Instead, many Germans had to give cigarettes to the British prisoners as a way to ease their tensions.

In order to allow the soldiers to fight energetically, countless cigarettes, sweets, and even milk were transported to England. The German army was well supplied here, and everyone's morale was very high.

Compared to the breakfast of the German army, the breakfast of the British army was much more embarrassing. Front-line soldiers had only ordinary bread, and most of them could only use black bread to satisfy their hunger.

Even in London, in the High Command, the breakfast eaten by Charles and Sir Dill and others was unbelievably shabby.

"The Germans did not take a step back...... This shows that the other side has ample troops, which is bad news for us. Sir Dill looked at his men and said hoarsely.

The scandal over the shelling of Margate by the British fleet has not yet spread, which is still good news for the British top.

As time went on, however, news that the German army had advanced to the outskirts of Maidstone spread through the streets of London.

Everywhere there were refugees leaving London heading north, cars and crowds huddled together, hovering over their heads, ignoring the occasional German reconnaissance plane that appeared in the sky.

"In any case, we must do everything we can to compress the German defence back to Ashford and Canterbury today! If not, the Germans will really have a foothold with us! Looking at the map, Sir Diere, who was not even in the mood to eat, arranged the task of counterattacking in a low spirit.

Now, at least the British army still has an artillery superiority, and it also has an absolute superiority in troops. If you don't fight back resolutely at this time, when will it wait?

"The 1st Army on the ground is now powerless to counterattack, and if it wants to attack, it can only wait for the 2nd Army on the flank to be in position." One of the generals spoke and said to his superior.

Compared with the senior commanders of the British Navy in World War II, there are not many famous commanders in the British Army.

Counting Montgomery, who is famous for bullying and bullying, Wavell, who can barely be regarded as a character, and Auchinleck, who is half ruthless, there are not many people who can really come to the stage.

It's a pity that even if Mountbatten is included, none of these famous army generals are now in the United Kingdom.

Auchinleck and Montgomery are now in the Middle East, and Wavell is now living in Rommel's prisoner-of-war camps.

This also led to a very embarrassing problem, that is, Sir Dill really did not have a general who could support the front-line command to face the all-star lineup of the German army.

Dietrich, Hauser, Ike and Student – the German offensive commanders were so strong that at the tactical level, the British had the advantage of numbers, but they were always in a passive position.

On the other side, the Navy's noon operational discussion meeting was even more decadent. The news of the sinking of the battleship Prince of Wales and the battleship Sovereign has been confirmed this morning.

Both ships had survivors, but they were now on German transports or on German submarines.

The results of such a sinking could not be denied, and Germany would report it out as soon as possible, certify that the physical evidence was there, and the British government could only pinch its nose and admit it, award medals to the dead, and send condolences to their families.

Acknowledging the news of the sinking of the two battleships is tantamount to admitting the failure of the naval fleet's operational operation to blockade the English Channel.

The failure of the navy was probably equated with the success of the German landing, and once the news spread, it was expected that the chaos in London would be twice as great as it was now.

"The port of Portsmouth has just been attacked by German air raids again, we have 2 cruisers, and 3 destroyers have been sunk, and the remaining battleships have to continue to retreat south." A naval commander gave an update on the state of the battle.

Unlike speedboats and gunboats, which are easier to hide, larger destroyers and cruisers cannot be perfectly hidden.

Moreover, Portsmouth was too close to the combat radius of German aircraft, so it was also a frequented place. In such a place, temporary camouflage was not very useful for German pilots.

It's not going to be easy for Dowding's side either, and his planes are now capable of fighting fewer and fewer of them. According to his plan, the current number is no longer enough to even ensure air supremacy over London.

If the Germans had built field airfields on the front line, the problems encountered by the British would have been even more serious - as long as the field airfields had been built, the problem of the range of German aircraft would no longer be a problem......

"Find a way to keep the counter-attack in the direction of Canterbury and Maidstone! If the 1st Army cannot complete its mission, it will put the troops drawn from the 3rd Army on top! "Back on the side of the Army, Sir Dill has given his orders.

The Navy failed, and the Air Force was equally unable to turn the tide. Now the only thing left to defend the country is the army's million troops.

The 3rd Army was a garrison near London, and it was also the general reserve of the British army in the entire coastal defense area.

Although this group army has a lot of troops and has been assigned a lot of elite infantry, this group army does not have many heavy weapons, and can only be regarded as a second-rate reserve.

Such a force was originally stationed near London and used to support people. Now to let them enter the war zone and fight to the death against the elite of the German army, it can only be said that Sir Dill is in a hurry to go to the hospital.

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At the same time, behind the ghostly branches of a dry bush, the German artillerymen were making their final preparations for battle.

"Baby! It's all up to you this time! Anyway, since we equipped you, we haven't seen them all launched once. A soldier said to himself as he ripped off the canvas covering the new weapon.

Exposed to the air, the rail-like devices were layered into two layers, filled with barrel-shaped rockets the thickness of an arm. These rockets have tail fins on their tails, which give them a modern look.

"Fixation is ready! It's ready to launch! After a debriefing, the entire launch site fell silent.

Organ rocket artillery, this thing is a new weapon built by the Führer himself, and it is also the first time that rocket artillery has appeared on the battlefield.

Even the artillery units that fired this kind of rocket artillery did not completely see what this weapon looked like when it was fired, and most of them only fired one rocket during their experimental training on weekdays to find out how this weapon felt.

After all, this weapon is also very expensive, and I heard that a salvo costs a lot. Everyone was cautious, pulling the launch starter far away with a wire and digging a launch bunker with a shovel.

"Three, two, one! Launch! "After receiving the news that the enemy infantry was attacking again, the organ rocket gunner, who had already estimated the coordinates, pressed the start switch.

"Whoosh!" The first rockets began to rush along the railroad tracks towards the target. The second rocket did not waste any time and flew away.

With the slight shaking of the mechanical support on both sides of the car, the flames from the tail of the rocket blew away the surrounding dust, mixed with the white smoke left over from the incendiary charge, and diffused to cover the figure of the launch vehicle.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! Sou! Rhythmically, the rockets flew into the distance one after another, the first launcher was out of sight of Ben, and the second launcher in the distance, and the third launcher, were also covered by the dust at this moment.

It was not until the last rocket flew into the distance and the entire firing position became silent that the German artillerymen dared to poke their heads out of the bunker.

They still haven't figured out whether their organ rocket launchers are attacking the enemy's positions or their own places.

"Oh my God, it scared me to death." A soldier of the organ rocket artillery unit got up from his lying place, bounced off the dust on his body, and said in embarrassment.

He squinted into the distance, scouring as many tragic words as he could to describe the target area of the organ's bazookas, until he finally gave up and began to regret that he hadn't learned Chinese in the first place......

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Today, Long Ling is really unlucky to the extreme, he could have written it at about half past eleven, but the computer crashed, and he lost the file, and then he wrote until now to make up for the lost manuscript. I'm sorry for being half an hour late for the update.