"That's not going to work, there's too many troops concentrated in this area, and we're going to redeploy." Standing on the windowsill of a small three-story building on the corner of Hampton Street, Manstein observes a British barricade in the distance with a telescope in hand.

The location of this small building is quite good, there are no large buildings in the view, from the window sill on the third floor, you can clearly see the emerald green bronze dome of the Imperial War Museum, and a rice flag fluttering in the wind on the snow-white flagpole.

Manstein was extremely dissatisfied with the chaotic situation in the transfer of the Cypress Corps, which he regarded as a sign of unprofessionalism on the part of the command organs, and in order to prevent the rabid dogs from continuing to humiliate him in front of friendly forces, His Excellency the Chief of Staff of the Corps hurried from the headquarters to the front line.

"There were simply not so many troops to be stuffed here, so the 1st Infantry Division was ordered to halt its advance, and they only needed to leave one regiment to cover the flanks of the 7th Infantry Brigade, and to hand over the task of capturing Waterloo Station and Hungerford Bridge to the 25th Panzer Regiment. The remaining two infantry regiments of the 1st Infantry Division broke through the Thames line from Lambeth Bridge, and then struck all the way west, capturing Hyde Park, cutting the borough and outflanking the enemy forces in West Sminster from the flank and rear. Manstein handed the telescope to his lieutenant, and he turned to give orders to his staff.

"Order the 3rd Infantry Division to take all the area east of the station before taking the station at Westwalker, the British map shows that they have deployed several anti-aircraft artillery positions at the bend in the river, all of which must be in our hands. Publish these orders first, print them out, and give them to me to sign. ”

"Yes, General" the communications staff officer took note of the order, saluted Manstein, and then turned and ran down the stairs.

Manstein's radio truck was parked at the intersection downstairs, and four half-track transports from the armored guard platoon were guarding both ends of the street, and the soldiers were loaded and vigilantly observing the movement around them, knowing that this was less than a thousand meters from the nearest British position, and a high-ranking German general would be a very tempting target.

The question of the safety and security of German commanders at the front has always been a headache. These guys with a sense of honor have a tradition of putting life and death out of the way, and remote command in the rear far from the front line will be generally regarded as incompetent and cowardly maggots, and since the beginning of the war, many generals and colonel-level officers have fallen on the front line of the battlefield, the most famous of which is the former commander of the German Army, Army General Werner. Feng. Fletcher.

"This is General Manstein's order, and I will remain in your regiment to supervise the implementation of the corps' plan." Franz. Major Xester pulled a warrant from his map bag on his waist and handed it to Ludwik, the commander of the 25th Panzer Regiment.

"We are ready to attack, and in accordance with the General's orders, we will first mobilize a company of tanks and infantry to launch a tentative attack on the enemy positions in the direction of Waterloo Station."

Ludvik led Xester into his command tent. This armored regiment commander has always liked to command operations on the front line, and where his eight-wheeled armored command vehicle is, there is the regimental headquarters.

The so-called command tent is actually very simple, that is, a large sunshade canvas is pulled up on the side of an eight-wheeled armored vehicle. Now a whole row of radio stations under the awning is busy working, and the call signs of the signal corps are being reported one after another.

"We need more information, we don't even have the number of the British on the other side now. The scouts sent only identified a few points of machine-gun fire, and so far no anti-tank guns of the opposing side have been found. "Several staff officers from the regimental headquarters operations department gathered around a map to discuss the impending attack.

"The air force's reconnaissance photos are not of high resolution, and they were five days ago, and the map given to us by the British army only hastily marked the regional defense configuration, and the specific details are probably not very clear to even themselves." A staff officer said.

"My company would follow London Road and turn at St George's Obelisk into Waterloo Road. Finally arrive at the train station. There is a large barricade in this position, and according to my estimate, the enemy must have placed anti-tank guns and even infantry guns here, the streets here are too narrow. We have to work closely with the infantry, are you sure we can't destroy these houses? The commander of the fourth company of the first battalion asked loudly.

His company was armed with sixteen No. 4 tanks and a light platoon of four No. 3 tanks, as they were stationed closest to the front line. So the lineup that was selected for the first wave of tentative attacks, of course, if it goes well, tentative attacks can also be turned into full-fledged offenses.

"If not necessary. It is better not to damage the buildings in the center of London, unless the target seriously threatens the safety of the German troops, or creates an insurmountable obstacle to the advance of the German army, which is an order of the high command, to which the front-line troops must strictly obey. Major Xest reminded from the side.

"Lieutenant Colonel Ludvik, Lieutenant Colonel Nehendorf and you have agreed on how much time is left." Xest asked, looking at Ludvik.

"There are still five minutes, and no news has been delivered back, and I think these British people are ready to resist to the end, and I hope that Lieutenant Colonel Nehendorf will be safe and sound." Ludvik replied, rubbing his forehead.

While the German commanders at the front were debating how to break through the British lines, the military envoy, Lieutenant Colonel Nehendorf, was making a final effort in an underground shelter on the other side of the Thames.

"How long are you going to hold me? I am a military envoy to the German Army, and you cannot treat a military envoy like this, which is already a serious violation of the Geneva Convention. ”

Blindfolded and handcuffed to the back of his chair, the German lieutenant colonel strongly protested the rude treatment he had received, but received no response.

He knew that there were other people in the room, but they just sat quietly across from him and looked at him, neither asking nor replying.

"What time is it, you can always tell me what time it is." Undeterred by his situation, Nerndorf was not an easy person to give up.

"You want to know what the time is for, German, you don't have much time left to live anyway." For the first time since Neendorf entered the room, the other party had answered his question.

"No, sir, I want to know the time, to calculate how much time you have left to live." Nerndorf replied in a-for-tat manner that at such a time there was no way to lose the sharpness of a German officer.

"You don't have to calculate this, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I know how long I have to live, because I'm going to be finished with you." The tone was full of sarcasm, and Neendorf could tell that most of it was directed at the other party's own.

"Who are you, and what is this place? I'm going to see the commander here, he's making a huge mistake. Neendorf said loudly.

"Me?" The other party asked rhetorically.

Neendorf heard the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the concrete floor, and the person who spoke should have stood up, and then he noticed that the cloth of his eyes had been jerked off, and the incandescent light on the roof of the room shone on his face, and the sudden stimulation made him unable to open his eyes.

"Meet me, I'm Manfred. Clint, commander of the Cold Creek Guards Regiment, colonel in the British Army. The other party was condescending, looking down at the German lieutenant colonel in front of him.

Neendorff was now accustomed to the harsh lights, and he looked up at the British colonel in front of him. "Lord Clint?" Neendorf thought back for a moment and remembered that he had seen the man's profile before.

"You know me?" Neendorf's answer apparently surprised the other side.

"I've heard your story, you once served as Chamberlain's military secretary, and you have a very good relationship with the royal family, and the head of the Cold Creek Regiment seems to be Lord Kodrington."

"General Kodrington is too old, and he is only an honorary regimental commander."

"Yes, he should have eighty...... Eighty-four years old. Neendorff said with a smile, and then he moved his hands behind his back.

"Can you open this for me, Colonel Clint, I'm not armed at all, so I don't pose a threat to you."

"I'd love to help you, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, but I'm under house arrest just like you." Colonel Clint smiled wryly and spread his hands, indicating that he could not do anything about Nehendorf's request.

"Is it a mutiny? Your men have seized you. Hell, I should have thought of it. Only then did Neendorf realize that the British colonel looked really bad, one of the epaulettes of the military uniform had been torn off, the seams between the shoulders and sleeves of the uniform had been torn open, revealing the white linen lining inside, and the medal watch on his chest was scattered, and it looked like a lot had been lost.

"Can you tell me what time it is? Colonel, this is very important. Neendorf asked eagerly.

"I'm sorry, they took my wallet and watch, these damn Scottish bandits."

"Scots?" Neendorf felt that now was a good opportunity to get first-hand information about the mutiny from the other side.

"Well, it's okay to tell you, they won't let us get out of here alive anyway. Looking back now, I can't believe that the glorious Guards Regiment would have staged a mutiny, a scandal, a betrayal of the country, and a stain on the history of the Guards Regiment that can never be erased. Clint sat down in his chair, his hands on his knees, his eyes staring straight at the German officer in front of him.

"We have known for a long time that London cannot be held and that eventually the Cabinet will consider capitulation, and in fact we know that there are people who are already in contact with Germany, in the Cabinet, in Parliament, and even the Chamber of Commerce and the bankers are looking for their own way.

We are soldiers, and our vocation is to obey orders. At that time, the idea within the Guards Division was very simple, that is, to protect the safety of the royal family members until the armistice was reached. But what I didn't expect was that it was the royal family who ultimately led the mutiny of the Guards. Colonel Clint said to Nehendorf with an angry look on his face.

Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket, any ticket, thank you for your support. (To be continued.) )