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Chapter 15: One after another

London, England.

Tobias and a dozen other captured commandos did not know that the German army had successfully landed. Not far behind them was a row of British soldiers holding rifles.

"Sacrifice your life for the country and die for the sake of your life!"

Tobias's tone was full of arrogant stubbornness. When the sound of the British pulling the bolts came, no commando was shaking or crying. Everyone was praying silently, praying that their army could completely wipe out the island country.

A crisp gunshot sounded, and the blue sky above people's heads was still cloudless and the sun was still bright.

Looking from the very high ground direction, England is extremely irregular in shape and looks only half a screen size, with ant-like small but huge yellow teams moving from all directions towards an inconspicuous southern beach area. On that beach that is no larger than fingernails, countless gray particles are also struggling to move inland, and dense ships squeeze the blue sea near the beach.

Here is the highly anticipated scene of the Battle between England and Germany.

Outside the sea of ​​Bonemouth, the German fleet re-entered the slow navigation state. The tense atmosphere had long dissipated with the sea breeze. There were only piles of shell shells and bullet shells on the deck of the warship that had not been cleaned, which also reminded people that there had just been a very fierce sea-air battle here.

The three aircraft carriers gathered again about 10 nautical miles from the beach. All carrier-based aircraft have resumed take-off and landing, and waves of bombers are flying to the beach in formation. On the deck of the "Prince", maintenance personnel are still repairing the big hole smashed by the British bomb. As for the fighter and attack aircraft pilots who have just experienced a life-and-death battle, most of them are enjoying morning tea and snacks at this time, while their planes are either refueling fuel or undergoing emergency repairs.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the second wave of bombers and transport aircraft flew from Cherbourg appeared over the fleet. The roar of hundreds of engines running at the same time was huge. The naval officers and soldiers on the warships saluted to the Luftwaffe aviation troops coming from afar. The number of aircraft was still more than 800. They were divided into three echelons according to their respective tasks. The first echelon was the five attack aircraft squadrons responsible for opening the road, which were responsible for covering the subsequent aircraft fleet and serving as the ground.

The team provided fire support; the second echelon was 13 bomber squadrons that performed pure bombing missions, which would bomb British railway lines and towns near Bonesmouth; the third echelon was 500 various transport aircraft carrying the second wave of 2,500 airborne troops and a large amount of ammunition. The paratroopers would be airdropped near the Fording River Bridge, and the ammunition was airdropped to the 1st Airborne Regiment stationed at the Fording River Bridge and the 2nd and 3rd Airborne Regiment attacking the British Defender Reserve.

In the British Guard Reserve Camp about 8 miles from Bonesmouth Beach, a group of disheveled British soldiers raised their hands toward a clearing in the middle of the camp, while the winning German paratroopers stood proudly on the roofs and by the road, looking at the dejected captives with extremely cold eyes.

Although it was a proud victory, most German soldiers did not show the joy of victory, and they paid a heavy price for it. The battle raided this camp lasted for more than an hour, and 5,000 German airborne troops successfully defeated more than 20,000 British troops here. 460 paratroopers were killed, 535 were injured, and two airborne regiments lost nearly 20% of their combat power and exhausted ammunition.

Except for more than 6,000 people retreating towards the beach, the rest of the British army either died or were captured by the German army. Among them, the captives alone were nearly twice the number of full members of the 2nd and 3rd Airborne Regiments, which surprised most German generals. In addition to the prisoners, the casualties ratio of Britain and Germany was nearly 8:1 in the battle was also amazing. The British army, which was suddenly attacked, did not organize an effective counterattack from beginning to end. When the British commander General Casper, took the lead in evacuating, the British resistance became even more chaotic. Until the end of the battle, the British people made relatively effective defenses in the southwest corner of the camp and persisted there for about a quarter of an hour. In the end, they were forced to put down their weapons due to no reinforcements outside and no ammunition inside.

There, the most barracks were destroyed by grenades and mortar shells, and the most corpses on the ground were also the most dense. Nearly half of the casualties of German paratroopers appeared there. As a result, before the battle was over, the field hospital in the camp was full of wounded soldiers. Fortunately, the British built a large field hospital in the camp, and the medicines and equipment were sufficient, and most of the wounded soldiers were treated in time.

In a barracks full of papers, Lieutenant Colonel Nicklaus of the 2nd Airborne Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Edgar of the 3rd Airborne Regiment, and Captain Bathedral, who was named the Navigator and was actually the "British Lurker". Captain Crad sat around a fire. This was originally General Casper's command, but because he was too hastily evacuated, his staff didn't even have time to destroy the documents here. Unfortunately, the firepower configuration map of Bonesmouth's defense line was meaningless to the Germans.

Lieutenant Colonel Nicklaus, who was just in his early 40s this year, has a typical Germanic face, with a sharp eagle-like gaze and a hooked eagle nose. He looked like an officer with Prussian aristocratic blood. He picked up the coffee pot on the stove and poured a cup for everyone. The room was filled with a strong coffee aroma. The British seemed to know that there would be guests visiting. The command center was full of tea, coffee, champagne, snacks, canned food, etc., and it would be no problem to hold a small meal.

Nearly 10,000 British prisoners were naturally wrapped in the open space like cattle and sheep, but the two airborne regiments organized defense on the spot or attacked the remaining defenders with the landing troops. The four German officers were still waiting for the orders of superiors. In a room next to them, the British did not even have time to take away the transmitters, and there were ready-made antennas on the roof. Unfortunately, the paratroopers did not find the codebook for British communications here. The two airborne regiments carried a total of 4 transmitters, two of which were broken when landing. In addition to the British transmitters, the here quickly became the perfect German Airborne Force command center.

After the officer silently drank half a cup of coffee, he transferred the telegram from the "Border Governor" to Nicklaus. The document paper contained most of the text, which took him half a minute to finish reading.

"Your Highness praised us for fighting a very beautiful attack, defeating more than 2 divisions of British defenders at the cost of less than 1,000 casualties. Even His Majesty the Emperor was very satisfied! But Your Highness hopes that everyone understands that the British army is not as weak as it seems on the surface, and we cannot slack off in the battle behind!" Nicklaus passed the telegram to Lieutenant Colonel Edgar, a noble officer in his 40s, but his dark blue eye holes and slightly brown hair made him look more like a Frenchman full of romantic atmosphere.

Edgar carefully grasped every wording in the telegram, and two minutes later he passed the documents to Captain Baden, a spy who usually disguised as a dentist.

"We have also seen the progress of the battle. Many British soldiers were captured in their sleep. Many people did not even have weapons when fighting. They fought tenaciously and there were very few voluntarily surrendering. If we were attacking the French camp in this case, I think the battle would end in about half an hour! I think the meaning of Your Highness is summed up in two points. First, strengthen the guardianship of British prisoners. Once reinforcements appear, these people will be ready to move. Therefore, it is necessary to deploy more machine guns around them. Second, our transport planes will soon drop ammunition to us. We must prepare for airdropping as soon as possible. We should also strengthen the defense here to cut off the retreat route of British troops to support the beach and ensure that all defenders in the Bonesmouth area are wiped out!"

Lieutenant Colonel Nicklaus picked up the coffee cup and sipped it. The coffee tasted and heated, and it was a great enjoyment to hide by the stove in winter.

"I agree! Now we really cannot drag so many prisoners and wounds toward the beach, but it is still necessary to send a small group of troops to harass the British troops who are going to the beach to support them. This will make the British feel that they are being attacked on both sides, which will greatly reduce the pressure on our frontal forces!"

"I just want to remind you that there are a small number of garrisons and a large number of British militias in the nearby villages and towns! In addition to these scattered troops and the defenders heading to the beach, we don't have to worry about other British troops coming to attack before the Fording River Bridge is lost!" After reading the telegram, Captain Baden and Captain Crad did not express their opinions, but Captain Baden seemed not very at ease with the British militants in nearby British villages and towns.

"Then our two regiments will each draw one battalion to build fortifications, and one battalion will advance towards the beach. The remaining troops will be responsible for guarding the prisoners and guarding the patrol!" Lieutenant Colonel Edgar finally realized the truth of the sentence "If the soldiers are used, they will hate the fact that they are not enough to launch a battle." The two airborne regiments are far from enough to launch a battle, but unfortunately the transportation capacity and logistics supply greatly limit the number of paratroopers invested in an airborne operation.

Nicklaus gently put down the coffee cup in his hand. He simply tidied up his collar and stood up with his military cap. "Gentlemen, then take action! Lieutenant Colonel Edgar, you are responsible for commanding the troops here, and I lead my troops to advance to the beach!"

After putting on the flat-top short-edged military cap, the officers returned to the cold outdoors, leaving half a pot of hot coffee on the stove.

Bonesmouth, UK.

Four armored vehicles with split antennas stopped in front of a field tent behind a small hill. Inside the tent looked like a regiment command center, and some officers on the top of the hill were observing the situation ahead through telescopes and periscopes.

"Col. Why are you here in person?"

Seeing the figures coming off the armored vehicle, everyone in the tent stopped their work, and the leader was an army major.

"Don't worry, I don't think the British will threaten this place! The environment and location here are good, and my division command will be moved here from the beach!"

Like other officers, Guderian was wearing a gray military coat and a flat-top short-edged military cap on his head. In fact, sitting in an armored vehicle was not warmer than outside. He also had a pair of black leather gloves on his hands. Since his order had been issued, the officers and soldiers on the armored vehicle quickly began to arrange the four armored vehicles and several tents to make a temporary command center.

After a very brief greeting, Goodrian walked straight to the front of the map in the field tent, "Major, how is the situation ahead?"

The dense sound of gunfire was coming from the front of the hill, and it sounded very fierce. Not long ago, the vanguard of the hybrid armored division advancing north and the forward of Cosmo who were rushing to the beach had exchanged fire nearby, and the follow-up troops of both sides also joined the encounter one after another.

"Report to Colonel, our 2nd Assault Battalion originally met British cavalry in area 103. There were about 1,200 British cavalry. Our unit immediately retreated to area 117 to build a defensive position. When our unit's 1st commando and 12 tanks arrived, we organized a counterattack according to the orders of the division headquarters, successfully repelled British cavalry and wiped out more than 300 opponents. Then a large number of British infantry joined the battle. At present, the front lines of both sides were temporarily stable between areas 104 and 89. The number of British troops was the dominant, and our army was on the defensive!"

Just as the major commander spoke, another group of planes flew over them. After the Great Air Battle of Bonesmouth, Britain had completely become the world of German aviation forces. Naval carrier-based bombers, who could only stand by and watch in the air battle, began to show their skills again.

"Well, the British don't have many heavy weapons in their hands! I think their cannons are left in the artillery bunker behind the beach, so we don't have to worry about them being supplemented with fierce artillery fire in the attack! But unfortunately, our cannons will not be delivered until noon!"

Guderian's hand was shown at 10:15 am, and there were nearly two hours before the so-called noon. Judging from the movement of the fire between the two sides, the British did focus on light weapons. It was indeed a bit stupid for the British army to drop the artillery and retreat N far from the beach during the artillery attack of the German battleship, but it also shows that the coastal defenses of Britain and Germany have had completely different strategies for a long time. The British deferred to the fortress and fortress artillery, and when the Germans came, their shore defense forces were almost powerless to fight back. If it were the British attacks, it would be the German shore artillery troops who performed the performance.

"Col. Didn't the British leave a lot of artillery on their positions? We can drag them over and use them for the time being!" In the encounter, the party with the dominant artillery was very superior in both offense and defense. The major's starting point was still good, but Goodrian shook his head resolutely.

"The road conditions are bad. We cannot let soldiers or tanks pull those cannons for a few kilometers, and we don't have enough artillery in our hands. When our trucks come up, the artillery and artillery of the artillery regiment will follow us! Before that, let's use the cannons on the tank for the time being! Adjutant, how many tanks and armored vehicles do we have now arrived in the combat area?"

Guderian's adjutant was a blond boy about the same age as him. In this mixed armored division, the officers of the armored forces were generally very low-age, while there were many veterans in the traditional infantry troops. The major who answered his question just now looked like they were in their forties, and it was indeed a strange thing to be commanded by people who were far younger than him.

"At least 40 tanks and 10 armored vehicles!" After speaking, the adjutant carefully considered it, and then he confirmed that there were only so many combat vehicles in this area at present.

"It's too slow! I'm passing the order that the subsequent tanks and armored vehicles should speed up to the combat area!" Guderian's vision returned to the map. At present, in addition to the major's infantry regiment in front of him, there are several other assault battalions affiliated to other regiments in the nearby area. About 3,000 German soldiers were deployed on the front line about 3 miles wide. Facing the British army with the dominant number, their defensive tasks were quite arduous.

"According to the previous reports provided to me by reconnaissance airships and carrier-based reconnaissance aircraft, the number of this British army is about 20,000, which is much more than the troops we are here. Fortunately, the British commander does not seem to plan to launch a battle with us here. I think his purpose is to repel us as soon as possible and retake Bonesmouth! Unfortunately, the British people do not understand the situation on the beach. Our number of landings has exceeded 30,000, and this number will increase to more than 50,000 by noon! Also, let me tell you good news..."

Guderian looked up at the officers in the tent, and everyone was waiting for his next sentence.

"The paratroopers that we airborne to the rear of the enemy in the early morning have successfully defeated the British reserves and completely cut off the retreat of the British army in front of us! At the same time, our brave paratroopers also occupied the Fording River Bridge, which is the only railway bridge to Bonesmouth outside!"

Everyone applauded. Most of them only knew that they had paratroopers, but few had seen them airborne and training. They had only guesses about the purpose of paratroopers' combat. Some even thought that these paratroopers went directly to Birmingham to capture George V alive.

After cheering everyone up, Goodrian began to assign tasks:

"All infantry companies hold their positions, mostly use terrain and machine guns and mortars to deal with the British army. The armored assault team uses attack instead of defense and actively launches small-scale attacks on the British army, but the distance should not exceed 2 kilometers to avoid falling into the British army's heavy siege! Hold on for 2 hours, this British army is our pocket!"

"Yes!" the people replied in anger. The staff were busy transmitting the orders via radio. The officers who had just led their troops to report immediately rushed to the front line.
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