When Bradley despised Patton in his heart, the Germans who were responsible for attacking the British 3rd Division today admired the Italians' bravery and good fighting in their hearts. They are no longer useless Italians, they are invincible Roman legions!

Perhaps because of the change of the country's name, Mussolini's 185th Lightning Division played an unprecedented majesty in the attack on January 16.

Originally, Lieutenant General Walter Wink did not expect these Italian paratroopers to fight any beautiful battles. Although the 185th Lightning Division was an elite in the Italian army and had fought many battles behind the Germans, it was considered a long-standing battle, but it still could not be compared with the German troops.

Moreover, the equipment of these Italian paratroopers is a bit out of date. The individual weapons are the master's Calgano rifle and the Bereta M1938 submachine gun. The class machine gun is the bad Belette M19 light machine gun, and its firepower is not as good as the FG42 automatic rifle. There is also a kind of heavy machine gun that uses ammunition boards, which is quite reliable, but uses 8mm bullets, and the 6.5mm bullets used by the Bereta M19 light machine gun are not universal.

As for the mortars and artillery used by Italian paratroopers, in the eyes of the Germans, they are simply toys for children. They cannot be compared with the 7th German paratrooper division equipped with large numbers of recoil-free cannons, and even light tanks and weasel tank destroyers.

However, the result of the battle was shocking. The brave Italian paratroopers not only cleared the "vacuum zone" in the center of the battlefield, but also launched a tentative attack on the frontier of the British army with the support of the artillery group.

Out of Lieutenant General Wink's prediction, as cannon fodder to test the British army's virtuality, the 185th Rome Lightning Division actually entered the British position with a round of assault, and defeated the British with hand-to-hand combat. When the German armored clusters were arranged in formation and swayed to prepare for a battle, they only saw the arrogant Roman paratroopers escorting groups of British prisoners towards them. There were too many British people captured, and when they rushed in chaos, they actually blocked the way forward of the German armored clusters!

"Lieutenant General, the 3rd British Infantry Division is finished. It was completely defeated by our brave Roman soldiers. There is no strength to resist. The only way to save your life is to surrender!"

At 9 a.m. on the 16th, an excited and indescribable Roman fascist reported the latest battle situation to Lieutenant General Wink in fluent German. He said: "Now, the invincible Roman legion is singing "The Song of Roman Fascism" under the guidance of the fascist flag, and marching towards London victoriously!"

"What?" Lieutenant General Wink was startled by his last words, "You guys are still moving?"

"That's right!" the fascist nodded, "The latest situation is that Roman soldiers are pursuing the remnants of the British 3rd Division, and they will be wiped out soon!"

"Damn it, the British have armored troops, and they will come to block the gap!" Lieutenant General Wink quickly ordered, "Retreat immediately and give the battlefield to the armored cluster!"

Lieutenant General Wink's order was a little late. At the same time he issued the order, the Roman soldiers, who were a little overly enthusiastic, had already collided with the tanks and tank destroyers of the British 11th Armored Division who rushed to block the entrance. The fierce battle immediately began between the Roman infantry and the British tanks.

"Where are the German tanks? Why are they all infantry shooting with rifles? Who are they?"

"It's Italian! General, our armored division was blocked by Italian infantry!"

Major General Hobert, the commander of the 11th Armored Division of the British Army, who was personally commanding, went to the battlefield with the mood of dying for his country. He was old and lived most of his life under the dazzling light of the empire that the sun never set, so he could not accept that his country had become a vassal of Germany. So before going to the battle, he had already left a suicide note to his wife and children far away in Canada, preparing to die for his country with a smile.

But even this small goal is not easy to complete. Because his armored troops did not encounter the legendary German tank cluster. This was what Admiral Montgomery told him on the phone. The news that Montgomery received was that the elite 3rd Division was defeated by a huge German armored cluster!

But Major General Hobert found that his 11th Armored Division was fighting with a group of Italian infantry holding rifles and machine guns!

"Damn it! When is the Italian turn to go wild in the British Islands?" Major General Hobert felt insulted. He would have recognized the 100 tiger tanks in front of his 11th Armored Division and the German armored grenades armed to his teeth.

But blocking a group of Italian infantry... it's too embarrassing!

"Order the armored soldiers to charge!" Major General Hobert gritted his teeth and ordered, "Crush these damn Italians with tracks... and then, let's go and find the Germans to fight one!"

Although the officers and soldiers of the 11th Panzer Division, like all the British troops on the Hartelpool Middlesbrough front, had a very low morale and most people wanted to escape the battlefield that broke their hearts. However, Major General Hobert's order was still implemented, and dozens of Churchill tanks formed and covered two or three thousand British infantry, crushing towards the Italian paratroopers scattered on the snowfield and wearing white hoodies.

However, the result of the tank cluster shocked Major General Hobert. The Italian, who was supposed to be crying and running away in front of the powerful Churchill tank, took out the Iron Fist 1oo anti-tank grenade to fight against the British tank.

Hobert saw some enthusiastic fascists shouting "Long live! Rome!" or "Long live! Mussolini!" and charged in the rain of bullets fired by the machine guns on the Churchill tank. Other fascists used rifles, machine guns and 45mm mortars to attack the British infantry covering the Churchill tank. In the face of this kind of firepower, the British infantry who should have covered the tanks shrank behind the huge body of the Churchill tank.

The tanks that lost the protection of infantry were fragile. Soon several Churchill tanks were fired, and the remaining tanks actually drove backwards. Seeing this scene, Major General Hobert was almost furious. Just as he was about to go forward to supervise the battle himself, he heard someone shouting.

"Tiger style! Tiger tank is here!"

The British major general quickly climbed onto the top of the armored command vehicle, looked up and saw only the white snow field and the edge of the sky intersecting the sky. At some point, a neatly arranged and slowly moving in the tiger tank appeared!

This battle, known as the ending battle of the Sun-Don't Setting Empire, has actually decided the outcome!

...

When Major General Hobert, a famous British armored soldier, led his subordinates to die bravely, Major General Patton, a famous American tank general, was ready to break through and escape.

He gathered the 62 m1o tank destroyers owned by the 2nd Armored Division, and equipped them with the most elite infantry to form an iron fist to break through. Then he ordered the division's artillery group to move the position westward and prepare to fire and bombard the cannon at any time. After the cannons were completed, all the mules and horses assigned to the artillery were concentrated to transport the wounded and ammunition.

Finally, he ordered his subordinate units to be ready to be dispatched at any time, and then distributed the reserved ammunition to the soldiers as much as possible, so that the remaining items would be prepared for destruction. All the supplies and equipment that were inconvenient to take away were also prepared to be destroyed.

But after he was ready to escape, he received the order to be removed from office and handed over the troops to Bradley, Eisenhower, who was far away in Edinburgh, issued according to Stilwell's report.

"Omar, let me know a bad news. I was removed from the position of commander of the 2nd Armored Division... Oh, this is not bad news for me, because I can escape from the battlefield now without any punishment. But for the 2nd Armored Division, this must be a terrible thing, because you won't lead them out of the siege like me, it's a pity..."

When the command was handed over, General Patton still couldn't control his big mouth. Just when Bradley was amused and crying, a lieutenant of General Patton walked into the office with a pile of old clothes.

"General," the adjutant reported, "all the clothes you want are old. Do you think it's OK..."

"It doesn't matter, the old one is good." Patton nodded and ordered, "Pick two for me, you can choose two for yourself... and choose two for Henry and Donald. In addition, go and exchange some pounds for you, and there are British IDs and ration cards. No matter how much you spend."

What does Patton mean? Is this going to wear makeup and run away?

Bradley stared at Patton with an incredible look on his face.

Patton showed Bradley's eyes and smiled bitterly, "Omar, you should also wear clothes with you. If the situation is wrong, you can wear makeup and escape..."

"George! What are you talking about?" Bradley shouted, "How can you do this? You are the general of the United States! How can you escape by wearing makeup like a commoner?"

Patton shrugged and said indifferently: "Because I plan to fight for the country, I don't want to send my life away because of the foolish command of Stilwell, and I don't want to be captured by the Nazis and imprisoned in the prisoner-of-war camp. Omar, I will remind you at the end that the situation is very bad now and you must have the worst plan!"
Chapter completed!