The night of August 20, 1940, was a sleepless night that many people on both sides of the English Channel will remember forever.

At noon on that day, the German Army landing group had already boarded all the ships in Dover and Gravolinne, the supplies and equipment were loaded, and the fleet began to be organized off the coast of the port.

The Luftwaffe still firmly controlled air supremacy within a radius of 100 kilometers around the landing convoy's assembly area, and fighter planes flew in groups along the patrol routes, under the guidance of radar stations, to intercept and destroy all air targets that dared to approach.

Dozens of squadrons of Stuka bombers kept an altitude of 1,500 meters and searched back and forth along the center line of the strait, and the British ships that appeared within the patrol range, whether they were transports of more than 1,000 tons or 20 tons of motorboats, whether you were warships or civilian ships, would immediately come under merciless ferocious attack as soon as they came into their sight.

The Stukas screamed and descended from the sky, smashing fifty-kilogram semi-armor-piercing shells on the decks and decks of the poor British ships, destroying the hulls with bombs and machine-gun fire on the crews that had fallen overboard, and the German pilots showed no mercy, and the gray vultures continued to circle over the heads of the British ships, diving and dropping bombs on the deck from all directions, until the ships sank to the bottom of the sea with her sailors, leaving only a cloud of oil and foam on the surface, and the vultures left in a huff.

"They look pretty happy." Private Miguel leaned against the side of the transport, looking up at the Stuka group flying overhead, the dive bombers were empty under their bellies, apparently having done a good job outside. The German infantrymen on the deck of the transport ship cheered and waved to the dive bombers, and the pilots shook their wings a few times in return as they flew past the transport.

"These pilots are very hard, and when they refuel and reload, they will go out again immediately, and no one can stop and rest for a few days and get to sea. It's up to them to protect us. "The platoon commander, Second Lieutenant Erhard, was counting the supplies and equipment belonging to their platoon on the deck with a list of supplies, followed by the platoon's sergeant major Rudolph.

"Sir!" Miguel hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"The lunch break is almost over, and after five minutes I'm all back to the cabin to get my personal gear ready for one last transfer drill at 2 p.m." Second Lieutenant Erhard returned the salute and gave a loud order to the soldiers in his platoon.

"Understood, sir." The soldiers replied loudly.

These soldiers have been trained countless times to climb the net rope and have also carried out dozens of beaching exercises in landing craft, and they have been able to complete these tactical maneuvers very skillfully, but the command still thinks that the training is not enough, and they are deeply afraid that they will drop the chain at a critical time. But this time it should be the last training. The rest of the time will allow the soldiers to rest and maintain their stamina to enter the landing operation.

Most of these infantrymen were born in the interior of Germany, and many of them came from mountainous and forested areas, and they only took one or two inland river transport boats in their lifetimes. The High Command spent a lot of time and effort trying to make these infantry no longer afraid of the sea, familiar with the shaking of the waves and the jolting of the hull.

The High Command also sent a group of Navy sailors to teach the Army soldiers how to recover quickly from the painful seasickness, which would directly affect their lives, and all of them worked hard to learn all the skills related to the landing. I worked my fitness and balance.

Now the time has finally come to validate their efforts, and after tonight, all of them will be put to the test of the real battlefield, not only their individual skills. It will also test their wisdom and courage.

The morale of these German infantrymen was high, they were not afraid of any challenge, and these young men were at the peak of their spirits and physical strength. They believed that under the courageous offensive of the Wehrmacht, no enemy would be able to stop them from their march to victory. All attempts to stop the German advance would be crushed by the iron palms of the infantry marching boots. And those who are not able to resist the enemy. Eventually, they will scream in despair under the bayonets of 98k rifles.

During the whole day on the 20th, the infantry only had to do some basic drills, and the rest of the time was mainly for them to familiarize themselves with the transport ship they were on. These transports come from a wide range of sources, from standard Atlantic cargo ships to luxury cruise ships that once sailed the seas, to dual-purpose passenger and cargo ships that have been in service since the last World War, to high-speed carriers that are less than two years old. These ships have different uses and different structures, and the aisles in the cabins are like a maze in all directions, and unfamiliar people may not be able to find the passage to the deck for a long time, not to mention how much delay it will be in case of emergency, just eating, drinking, and sleeping on the ship is enough to cause a great chaos.

"Look at those infantrymen, they're pretty sharp, do you see the big man? With a machine gun on his back, he can still climb so fast. Hank sat on the turret of the tank, dipping an oil brush in the oil from an enamel bowl, and he smiled as the infantry on the large transport ship next to him climbed up and down on the net ropes hanging from the side of the ship.

"There's another layer to be applied here, and then tape the outside." Lavik instructed Karl to apply oil seals to the gaskets on the gunner's side doors, the last preparations. They had already done everything they could, and this tank No. 4 was only waiting for the moment when it roared to climb onto the British beaches, proving its strength with the blood of the enemy.

"Check the straps on the side skirts again, I don't want to wait until I want to install them, only to find that this thing doesn't know where it fell." Snyder held a blowtorch and roasted the newly painted battle marshalling vehicle number on the rear of the turret, and two blood-red letters xi with a white frame indicate that this is the company's No. 1 car.

"No problem, it's very strong, the straps are all new, and they tighten even more when they get wet." The telegraph pulled the strapping belt on the glove box hard, and the two side skirts were removed and tied to the car body, because in the last test, the car crew reacted, and was hit by the water flow, these two things were deformed, and they almost stuck the carrier pulleys, so Snyder hurriedly gave an order, removed the two skirts, and stacked them and tied them to the glove box. Wait until you have successfully logged in and then find time to put it on.

"Remember to double-check the fuel and batteries, and fill up the spare fuel tanks and gas cylinders. Gentlemen, this will be the most glorious moment of our lives, and we will be the first foreign troops to land on the shores of England in a thousand years, which will be enough for you to show off to your children and grandchildren for the rest of your life. Snyder turned off the blowtorch and smugly patted the hard turret armor.

"See those tanks? This thing can go down from the bottom of the water and climb straight from the sea to the beach, and I bet the British can't believe what they're seeing. "Sergeant Aubrey wears a white Army sports vest. Standing next to a firefighting equipment box on the deck of a cargo ship. He took a small thermos and added a little hot water to the aluminum cup on the box, then picked up the whisker brush and stirred it vigorously, and soon the foam of the shaving cream came out of the mouth of the cup and flowed onto the lid.

"All the vehicles have been fixed, the company commander has gone to command the ship for a meeting, let me tell you that the above orders all vehicles must be hung with vehicle identification flags, and we have too many captured British and French vehicles in the company." Kruger walked over with a stack of blue-gray Army car corner flags made of tin sheets. Then he found a horse by Aubrey's side and sat down, and casually put the stack of iron sheets on the deck beside him.

"I said a long time ago that it is not enough to paint the Iron Cross emblem, it should all be painted with a layer of German ash, but no one listens to me. This group of bureaucrats. Aubrey applied a layer of shaving foam to his chin, lifted the water bottle and poured hot water into a ceramic basin, then picked up a nearby towel and put it in the basin to soak.

"I got a travel brochure and there was something interesting in it." Kruger pulled out a small picture book from his breast pocket. The cover features Tower Bridge and Big Ben.

"You've been to college, your English should be good, and then it's up to you to lead the way. Hopefully, when we go, the Air Force hasn't blown up all these places. Aubrey picked up the razor and carefully shaved his beard against a small round mirror.

"A lot of people in the UK speak German, and the booklet says that British food is good, and it recommends a few famous restaurants in London." Kruger was full of longing for his trip to London, and he was not worried about the landing operation tomorrow morning, and in his eyes, after such careful preparation, there was no possibility of failure in this operation.

The landing force was ready at the two ports of departure, and all the officers and men were excitedly looking forward to the next day's landing, but no one could have imagined that they were not the first German soldiers to land on British soil. In the evening of the same day, in fact, some Germans had already set foot on the shores of the British Empire.

At 11 a.m., "One minute to prepare!" Major Parague got up from his folding chair and walked to the door of the JU52 transport plane.

"Everybody take their seats, check the umbrellas." The battalion deputy opened the hatch, and the roar of the engine became louder. Looking out of the hatch, groups of gray transport planes lined up in a dense formation, and in the bright moonlight, the black Iron Cross emblem and the white body number were clearly recognizable.

"Everybody follow me! Hurry up, hurry up! The green signal light by the hatch came on, and Major Parag nodded to his men, and was the first to jump out of the cabin. Strings of white umbrella flowers are very conspicuous in the night sky, and the German paratroopers are like flocks of dandelions, fluttering and swaying, slowly descending towards the British land.

Under the bright moonlight, the shrubs, ridges, canals, fences, and paths on the ground were vividly visible, and the German paratroopers effortlessly found the landing sites marked on the map in the air. The plane's positioning was very accurate, and the farthest paratroopers only deviated from the target by five or six hundred meters. To the surprise of the paratroopers, they did not see a single figure on the ground, the whole field was empty, the expected anti-airborne fire and patrols were completely gone, and they did not suffer any attacks from the ground from beginning to end. A battalion of German paratroopers quietly landed on British soil.

The night was deep, the moonlight reflected a phosphorescence on the sea, and from the clear diving goggles, the white sand beach in the distance was like a silver ribbon under the moonlight, and the earthen embankment behind the beach and the clumps of low bushes in the background of the bright night sky could only see a black outline in the distance, and there was no trace of light in the black.

German Navy Diving Combat Engineer Company Commander Edgar Murphy Anderson. Captain Swain crept to the surface, hunched over the sand at the bottom of the sea, slowly moving towards the beach. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he stopped, and he raised a hand and gestured to his subordinates behind him, and the group of divers all lay down, revealing only a pair of eyes on the surface.

Sven slowly stepped back, slowly moving to his company mate.

"Something is wrong, it's different from the previous information, which says there should be underwater obstacles and mines, but you see, so far we haven't found anything. If you look at the earthen embankment on the beach and behind it, there are only a dozen abandoned fishing boats and a few steel rails, and we are not running in the wrong direction. Swain looked at his lieutenant suspiciously.

"It should be here, you see, that's the fort in the photo, I think there may be a new situation, whether to send two people up to investigate closely." Lian Lieutenant pointed to a huge black shadow on the coastline in the distance, and said that from the outline, it should be a large bunker, with a three-story structure, which looked like a huge birthday cake.

"I'll personally bring people over, you and the others will lurk on the spot, and retreat immediately if there is a problem, and leave us alone." With that, Swain gestured to a diver behind him, and the two of them slowly walked towards the beach, one after the other.

"It's weird." Sven and his team lay behind a steel rail on the beach, looking suspiciously at the seawall, which was supposed to be a coastal defense position with a machine-gun fort and anti-aircraft bunkers. Sven searched for a long time, but found no trace of the sentry, nor did he find any light, and the distant position was silent and lifeless.

It was unconscionable, he believed that the discipline of the British would not be so strict, and likewise he believed that his whereabouts had not been revealed, and that this should not be a trap to be used against him.

Swain decided to get things straight, and he gritted his teeth and let his men stay where they were, covering his flanks. The Captain then removed the oxygen cylinder behind him and removed his goggles. With an MP40 submachine gun in his hand, he ran as fast as he could through the bright sand, and then plunged headlong into the grass under the earthen embankment.

Sven waited in the grass for a while, and when he saw that there was still no movement around him, he poked his head out of the grass, looked around, and then lowered himself and began to climb slowly towards the earthen embankment.

"Oh my God!" Captain Swain stood on an empty British coastal defense position, completely confused by the sight before him. "This should be considered a successful landing." Captain Swain thought to himself. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)