"This is a group of brave people, and the tactics used are also correct, but unfortunately they chose the wrong enemy and the wrong battlefield." Lieutenant Snyder pulled a metal cockade out of his left breast pocket and placed it on the folding desk.

"Crowns, bridles, orange-red, these are Scots?" Guderian picked up the cockade with great interest and examined it carefully, he did not study much of English heraldry, but he knew that orange was the favorite coat of arms of the Scots.

"This is the emblem of the Seventh Queen's personal cavalry, which is said to be a historic Scottish cavalry unit. I asked the prisoners, and they were newly formed troops, all conscripted from the countryside of central England, and few were truly Scots. The orderly placed a cup of coffee in front of Snyder, and Guderian casually pushed a can of sugar cubes on the table.

"Thank you very much, General." Snyder hurriedly bowed in thanks.

"So, you fought a good battle with them, I read the report, I want to hear the specific situation, this is the first time we have fought with the enemy armored forces on British soil, it is of great commemorative significance in the history of the German Army, I suggest that you go back and carefully record the details of the battle, and it is best to attach a detailed map." Guderian stirred the teaspoon in the coffee cup a few times, then placed the small silver spoon on the coffee tray, and he took the coffee and tasted it slowly.

"I'll do what you suggest, General."

"Well, go on, after those cruiser tanks have been destroyed, you have begun to attack the town where the British are entrenched." Guderian put down his coffee cup and asked Snyder with a smile.

"Yes, General, those cruiser tanks were very tenacious, and it took my men a lot of effort to get rid of them. It turned out that the main guns of the tanks of the British were no longer able to pose a mortal threat to the latest model of the four-th tank, and we had only one tank that withdrew from the battle due to the broken tracks, but this was a minor problem. Soon we fixed it. When my company reached the edge of the long slope, we could see that the British infantry was hurrying to build machine-gun fortifications at the entrance of the village......" Snyder began to report to Guderian about the battle that had taken place four hours earlier.

The British tank regiment, after the loss of a squadron of cruiser tanks, did not suffer morale, but became enthusiastic because of the heroic acts of self-sacrifice of their comrades, and the tankmen and infantry vowed to fight the Germans to the death in the town of Temple Ewell, to teach the barbarians a painful lesson, and to let the invaders know what a group of rock-solid men the soldiers of the Seventh Queen's personal cavalry and the Dover garrison were like a group of men who would never take a step back, even if they shed their blood for this, Those comrades-in-arms cannot be sacrificed in vain.

But due to the time when both sides encountered. The distance was quite close, although the cruiser tank bravely launched a decisive assault, but did not buy much time for his comrades, Lieutenant Colonel Edwood only had time to withdraw the troops into the town, the German army had appeared at the top of the ramp, the British infantry could only hastily build a rudimentary barricade, materials came from the houses of each family, board cars, wooden boxes, furniture and other miscellaneous materials piled up into obstacles, the soldiers were full of confidence. It was thought that these things should be able to stop the movement of German tanks.

Some of the riflemen entered the houses on the outskirts of the village, and they set up firing points in the attic and upper bedrooms, and the soldiers held their breath with their rifles pointed at the top of the opposite slope. Waiting for the appearance of infantry units of the Germans.

The garrison of Dover had been trained in street fighting for a whole year, and each of them had memorized the various street fighting manuals, and they knew how to construct concealed firing ports and how to set traps for the enemy from the corners of the streets. How to use Molotov cocktails and grenades to destroy enemy tanks, they even trained the hell crowbar attack, and it's an improved version of it.

After field trials in the British Army. Finding that the iron crowbar seemed to be difficult to achieve the desired effect, they were reluctant to give up on this "genius" idea, so they spent a week researching and improving it, and finally came up with a final version.

Instead of attacking with an iron crowbar, three soldiers carried a one-foot-long (about 30 centimeters) square sleeper from the side to the tank's tracks, much to the satisfaction of the British Army's upper echelons, as the log was able to jam the tank's drive wheels and break the tracks.

According to the army's expectations, the British soldiers would carry this log to hide in the houses or alleys next to the narrow streets, and wait until the German tanks passed by the road, and some obstacles set up in front of the road in advance would force the tanks to slow down, and at the same time, the fire points set on both sides of the street suddenly opened fire, scattering and suppressing the German infantry accompanying the German army. Rushed to the side of the German tank and stuffed the wooden beam into the gap between the track and the driving wheel, the German tank driving wheel was stuck, the track was broken, the engine stalled and collapsed on the side of the street, the sleeper three warriors jumped on the tank and pried open the hatch and threw the grenade, the German tanker turned into powder, and the three warriors stood on the tank and patted their chests and raised their heads to the sky and roared.

Xu Jun still doesn't know that this latest version exists, otherwise he will definitely flip the table and scold people, what is the difference between this and the previous version, changing one person to death to three people to die together, do these British people think this is interesting?

Since the original purpose of the operation was to search for and eliminate the paratroopers paratroopers, no one expected to encounter the German armored forces, and it is right to think about it in retrospect, if anyone had thought of this at the time, this man's nerves must have been abnormal. So neither the mechanized cavalry nor the infantry carried any infantry anti-tank weapons, they had no anti-tank guns, no anti-tank guns, no anti-tank grenades or mines, no anti-tank Molotov cocktails, and they didn't even have glass bottles for making Molotov cocktails.

The townspeople had already run away, which saved the soldiers a lot of trouble. The fortress infantry pried open the town's shops and brought out boxes of soda and beer, and they didn't have time to pry open the caps one by one, so they smashed the bottles on the corner street, and the soda and beer were poured into the roadside drains, the spare fuel tanks on the light tanks and armoured transports were emptied, the gasoline was poured into the glass bottles, and the various textiles in the shops were torn to shreds. After being soaked in fuel, they were stuffed into the mouth of the bottle, and improvised incendiary bottles were born.

Ed Wood placed the squadron of light tanks in the backyards of several houses in the center of the town, close to the town's main road, and could move their bearings through several side roads, which would be used as mobile fire points. The heaviest of these Vickers light tanks is only six tons, and according to international standards, these small cars should be classified as mini tanks and placed in another island nation, these are the standard bean tanks.

No matter what model the Vickers series tanks are, the basic armor is 12 mm. It is said that this is because this is exactly the maximum thickness that the semi-armor-piercing shells fired by the Vickers Point 50 machine gun can penetrate, which is the product of the British resting on their own closed doors, and by the time they reacted that other countries would not follow the rules set by the British, the British Army was already equipped with a large number of these fragile toys, and when they wanted to change, they found that it was too late to keep up with the trend of the world.

There is only one water-cooled machine gun installed on these mini tanks, and the caliber is a little 303 and a little 50, among which the point 303 is more numerous, because the machine gun of this caliber is relatively light and the bullets are easy to replenish.

A squadron of infantry tanks lined up along the main road of the central cross. Parking one every twenty meters, intersecting left and right on the streets, and arranging Matilda I in several hidden lanes as ambush fire, these tanks were too slow. It can only be used as a fixed fire point.

The Matilda II was placed at several key junctions, and its mission was to attract the attention of the Germans with its heavy armor and firepower, and to launch a close-range assault on the German tanks with the infantry in the houses on both sides.

Ed Wood parked his command car next to the church in the center of town. He ordered two infantrymen to climb to the top of the church bell tower with wired telephones to serve as observation posts to report on German movements, and he would use the radio on the command tank. Command the entire defensive operation in the center.

But when the shadow of the German tank appeared at the top of the ramp, Ed Wood realized that he seemed to have made a fatal mistake, and Lieutenant Snyder, who was standing in the turret of Tank No. 4 and observing with a telescope at the top of the hill in the distance, let out the same feeling as Ed Wood, the British used the right tactics, but chose the wrong battlefield.

The Germans occupied the commanding heights, they could easily look down on the whole hilly valley from the top of the slope, and the whole town of Temple Ewell was in the Germans' field of vision, and they only had to hold up their binoculars, and they could see every move of the British in the villages and towns. Snyder had already sensed the British intentions from the movement of British troops, and they were clearly prepared to engage in street fighting with him in the town in front of him.

Now that they already know the opponent's purpose, of course the German army will not let the enemy get his wish, and Snyder has already been ordered by his superiors many times, and he will never fight with the other party in town and street battles unless he has to, and the armored soldiers are knights on the battlefield, and these rough jobs should be handed over to other professionals.

Snyder reported his findings to his superiors, and the assault group commander was Frank Brown of the Army's 22nd Infantry Division. Major Herbert, as soon as he heard Snyder's report, he knew what support the other side needed now. While the British infantry and tankmen were intensively building defensive positions in the town, the Germans began to busily place their weapons of mass destruction.

Eighteen Bison self-propelled guns slowly drove to the edge of the slope, they lined up in two rows, the barrels were raised high, under the command of the artillery commander, the German artillery methodically carried out the preparatory work before the shelling, the observers skillfully set up the artillery mirror and rangefinder, and began to survey and map the shelling coordinates on the map, and one by one the parameters were entered into the artillery machine computer.

After the ammunition carts were parked in a row on the side of the artillery position, the ammunition men began to push the trolleys to distribute the firing carts and warheads to each gun group, and the short brass cartridges were stored in wooden ammunition boxes, each containing two of them, and the warheads were packed separately in individual cartridges. The ammunition man spreads a canvas on the ground next to the self-propelled gun, then takes the cartridge and the warhead out of the container, pairs it with one cartridge, and places it neatly on the canvas.

A shell and cartridge were pushed into the breech, the automatic bolt was closed, the gunner hung the gun rope on the trigger at the tail of the gun, the parameters of the first shelling were transmitted, the sighter began to turn the handwheel, adjusted the direction and height angle of the shelling according to the parameters, everything was ready, just wait for the commander to give the order, and the artillery battalion could immediately launch an artillery attack on the village.

This is how the Germans dealt with the situation in front of them, where is the effort to fight with you in the streets, I don't want this village.

When Ed Wood learned from the observation post that there was a big German guy on the top of the slope, he was still squatting in the command tank to dispatch his armored troops, after receiving the call from the sentry, he didn't know what the so-called big guy in the sentry's mouth was, and took it for granted that maybe it was another German tank, anyway, it had come to this point, there were more lice and no itching, and there were more debts.

But less than half a minute later, when Ed Wood climbed out of the tank and was about to go up to the tower to observe the German movement again, a series of rolling thunderous roars came from the top of the slope in the distance, which was definitely not a sound that tank guns could make. Lieutenant Colonel Edwood heard a series of screaming and screaming sounds from far and near in the air, and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, he knew very well what the voice meant, and at this moment he finally understood the intentions of the Germans.

The tank commander suddenly felt disheartened, his previous efforts seemed like a joke at this moment, and what made him regret even more was that he had personally led his men into a Jedi, and the sacrifices made by those tankmen who bravely attacked the German tanks were wasted by himself, and he could have used this time to lead his troops to retreat.

With remorse, Lieutenant Colonel Edwood stood on the steps outside the church in the center of town, looking up at the cross on the lintel of the church, the ancient iron artwork standing in the red sunset.

"Oh God......," Edwood uttered the last emotion of his life. A 150-millimeter shell grazed the eaves of the church and hit the steps of the church at an almost vertical angle, and in the midst of a violent explosion, a storm of steel shrapnel and gravel swept across the square. After the explosion, debris rained down from the air, the Crusader command tank parked next to the church was littered with dents and scratches from shrapnel, the heavy oak door of the church was shattered, half of the door panel had broken away from the door frame and fell obliquely in the courtyard of the church, the wooden planks were covered with holes made by rubble and shrapnel, and the ground was covered with wood thorn debris bursting from the broken door panels.

Lieutenant Colonel Edwood, who had been standing on the steps before, had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a shiny officer's leather shoe and a black armored soldier's beret on the steps, and the cockade of the Seventh Queen's personal cavalry on the wall of the hat still shone in the smoke of gunpowder. (To be continued......)