The German team was advancing rapidly. In the vast area of ​​Dover to Folkstone, the main German troops were divided into assault clusters from battalions to regiment levels, and advanced towards their respective attack targets according to the march route marked on the map.:.../

Guderian brought his war wisdom and battlefield command skills to the extreme. Under his command, the German team was like a huge octopus, stretching out thick tentacles in all directions, sweeping and capturing all the objects it touched. At the same time, some keen tentacles began to extend to every corner of the war zone, exploring the surrounding environment, and finding hidden dangers. When all the preliminary work was completed, the strong octopus would shrink its strong wrists and feet and wrap the largest prey tightly, then squeeze, knead, tear, and send it into the sharp mouthparts inch by inch to pieces. Although it sounded a bit weird, this was indeed the most vivid description of the German operation mode at that time.

As these tentacles advance, a series of small-scale battles broke out in this area. On the outermost line, the detoured defense forces encountered several British reinforcements advancing towards the Dover War Zone. The famous German right hook was always fierce and violent. The task of this reinforced assault force was to destroy the wrist guards on the arm of the right hook. They were ordered to destroy all obstacles encountered, and use all means to isolate the traffic between the war zone and the outside world and protect the side back of the main force. Therefore, when these reinforcements appeared in the German vision, they were immediately crushed into pieces without mercy.

The British Army's First Armored Division no longer had to worry about their missing follow-up troops. These poor guys lined up in long marches and slowly marched on the road, but were ambushed by powerful German troops without any defense.

A battalion of German light armored troops came out of the woods on the side of the road. These wheeled off-road armored vehicles were swift and fierce in their actions. Before that, they had poured unprotected light infantry and heavy trucks from beginning to end with vehicle-mounted machine guns. The trucks of baggage soldiers and artillery were taken seriously by machine guns. Many people had no time to escape from the vehicle and were killed in the truck's carriage in groups.

This huge convoy extended twenty kilometers in front and behind. A German mechanized infantry regiment and a light tank company divided into three routes to attack. They were used to fighting such road ambush in France, cutting their heads and cutting their tails, and squads interspersed and divided and surrounded them. These tactics were extremely skilled.

The British team's performance was not much better than the French Army. Their resistance lasted for only five minutes. In the early days, the infantry were still panicked and could still shoot tenaciously at the German army based on the cover of vehicles and Daoji. There were even several infantry companies and infantry platoons bravely launched continuous bayonet charges at the German infantry. However, when several command vehicles in the middle of the team and the officers' regiment in the car were sieved together, the battle situation immediately became an irresistible general collapse.

Even though some subordinate officers tried to regain command, the main force of the army had fallen into a complete chaos. The soldiers abandoned their weapons and vehicles, screamed like women, fled everywhere. The fields were covered with figures in brown and yellow British army uniforms, and abandoned guns, steel helmets, backpacks and various debris could be seen everywhere on both sides of the road.

Some light vehicles rushed off the road in a panic. Even if they didn't have much off-road capability, they could only stagger in the soft fields even if they had enough accelerator, and thus became the best targets for German tanks. The commanders of the No. 2 and No. 3 tanks turned these thin targets into bonfires lit in the fields according to their respective preferences.

There were many expensive fuels, such as a tank platoon leader who swore that he saw a brand new Rolls-Royce Phantom, but before he could order to catch the person alive, the beautiful car was hit by 20mm machine shells, and the shiny body was suddenly covered with holes as big as a bowl. The tank platoon leader had to grit his teeth and fill in a shuttle tracer incendiary to the scrapped vehicle.

The time it took to capture British prisoners far exceeded previous operations, which gave German soldiers a specific understanding of the existing combat effectiveness of the British Army. Many of them fought with British troops on the Belgium and France's borders. Compared with those strong and stubborn enemies on the French beach, the group in front of them was like creatures from two worlds.

German soldiers spent a lot of effort to catch up with some of the defeated soldiers. There were only more than 500 British people who died in the battle, but almost more than 2,000 were eventually captured. The German army expected that at least more than 1,000 people had escaped their pursuit.

The panting German infantry said they could not catch up with the remaining British people. The guys took off only a pair of trousers and ran faster than a rabbit. You stopped to load bullets, and when you looked up, you found that the guy running wildly in front had turned into a small dot on the horizon.

These soldiers were scattered in fields and bushes within a dozen kilometers of surrounding areas, and the sky had begun to dim. The German team could only stop searching. The companies returned to the road and began to clean up the battlefield, counted the seized weapons and supplies, and established night defense lines on the spot.

Since the German attacks started, many British soldiers have fled the battlefield for dozens of large and large battles. Although the German army has been working hard to continue the time of battlefield intelligence obscuring, at this point, the existence of the German army has been fully exposed, and London cannot be kept in the dark. Then, what is waiting for the German army must be the most crazy counterattack of the British. Guderian and Bock have reached a consensus that the first night after landing is very critical. For many people, this will be a sleepless night. I don’t know how many people may never see the sunrise the next day.

When Churchill received his first British Army report, he was happily inspecting his new command post. The underground shelter in Downing Street was proved to be unable to withstand the direct hits of the German 250 kilograms of aviation bombs. The head of the British Empire had to find a stronger and safer place to work.

The new command post was set up in a government office building with a concrete structure near Stoley Gate. British construction workers filled the first floor of the basement with high-grade cement, leaving only a stairway to the second floor of the basement. This was equivalent to laying a five-meter-thick concrete roof on the top of the second floor of the basement. The German aviation bombs with the largest tonnage of the current German army could not cause damage. They also installed a foot-thick armored door at the entrance of the basement to resist the inhumane bomb attacks of Germany. The gate made of special armored steel can last for three hours at a high temperature of 2,000 degrees. After cooling, it will not deform and can open and close smoothly. This was already a very high-end technology at that time.

The space in the underground shelter is very spacious, and the narrow hole in Downing Street is incomparable to it. The bright lighting system and powerful ventilation system make people feel that they are in a deep underground, full of British-style interior decoration, snow-white walls and smooth floors. This shelter does not have the feeling of depression that ordinary air raid shelter gives people.

All this refreshed Churchill. While he was proud of Britain's advanced civil defense engineering technology, he ordered the start of the relocation work immediately. He was preparing to move all the wartime cabinet and the War Department here to work.

Churchill liked this place very much. He decided that he would not go anywhere before the war ended. He would stay here. He would lead the British people to fight this cruel war. Churchill was full of confidence in this. He estimated that with the generous help of the United States, the process would not be long. Perhaps it would only take two short years. Just like the last war, the Germans would kneel down and beg for mercy again. Then he would be able to return to Downing Street... No, he would stand on the steps of the German Chancellor's Office in Berlin and accept the surrender of the blonde.

Just as Churchill was sitting in the underground lounge with the smell of wall paint, a major in the army brought the information that the Army Command had just obtained. Judging from his pale face and sweat beads on his face, this would never be the news that Churchill wanted to see.

"This is totally nonsense, at best, a few German paratroopers." Churchill disdained what was written in the report.

"What happened to the attack of German infantry? The Germans were equipped with large-caliber artillery. This was a fantasy. I have never seen such an absurd report. Could the Germans fly across the strait with cannons, go deep into the inland without our knowledge, and run behind the Dover Fortress to attack a small air-to-air guard post?" Churchill sneered and threw the report on the table.

"But Mr. Prime Minister, this is reported by the soldiers who escaped from the outpost. The Army Command believes that this information should be true, and they did encounter the German army..."

"I think it's more like a lie made up by a group of deserters for their vacancies." Churchill was very dissatisfied with the major's attempt to overturn his inferences. He stood up and walked towards the door of the lounge. After two steps, he suddenly stopped.

"The Army immediately dispatched personnel to investigate and verify the situation of the reaction of this report. Perhaps some German paratroopers have sneaked into the British mainland. I have no doubt that the Germans will do this. They must want to disrupt the supply line at the rear of the Dover Fortress. Once there is a new discovery, report it to me immediately. But before you must verify these things, don't just hand over the nonsense of some mentally broken soldiers as intelligence. My time cannot be wasted on identifying the authenticity of these intelligences. This is the work of your Army Command."

Churchill felt that his good mood was ruined by these stupid army idiots. He frowned and climbed into his private car. His bodyguard Thompson closed the door for him. The tall former policeman agilely walked around the rear of the car and sat in the passenger seat from the other side.

By the time he returned to Downing Street, the sunset had already begun to turn pink in the sky. The breeze gently blew across the narrow streets, blowing away the boring heat on the stone road. Churchill dragged his heavy and tired body and slowly climbed out of the car. The drinking, overeating and staying up late some time ago had seriously hurt his health, but Churchill had already made plans. He believed that after careful conditioning and proper exercise, he would be able to reawaken the clear and sensitive mind and healthy and powerful body.

When Churchill walked to the door of the shelter filled with sandbags in the underground shelter in Downing Street, he was surprised to find that Marshal Pound, the Chief of Staff, was standing at the door of the shelter to greet him, which was something that had never happened before.

"Good afternoon, Marshal of the Arctic." Churchill walked forward and stretched out his right hand to shake hands with the other party, but he found that the Marshal of the Arctic who was always graceful was now looking sad. He even saw the flash of tears from the corner of his eyes.

"What happened, Pound." Churchill stopped, looked left and right, and saw that the deputy chief of staff of the Navy Admiral Thomas Phillips, who accompanied Pound, was also accompanied by Pound. At this time, the short-sized admiral was also full of sadness. He lowered his head slightly and held his large-brimmed military cap in his hand.

"Hi Tom, what happened."

"His Excellency Prime Minister, I just obtained the report. We believe that you must let you know this unfortunate news first. The local fleet of the British Empire was intercepted by the German high seas fleet in the strait. Admiral Tovey, the commander of the fleet, fought bravely to the last moment. The fleet suffered a great loss. We are not clear about the specific situation.

Half an hour ago, a seriously injured destroyer fled back to Portsmouth Harbor. The base command reported to the command through communication cables. The destroyer participated in the entire battle and witnessed the entire process. I have ordered the captain to arrive in London immediately for inquiries." Pound said to Churchill with a desperate face. What this news means for the Royal Navy is self-evident. The eyes of the admiral with the rank of marshal were filled with tears. At this moment, hundreds of years of glory were swept into the dust.

"Have the news been confirmed?" Churchill's face turned pale, blood vessels burst out from his forehead. He gritted his teeth hard, the muscles around his jaw were tense tightly, and his whole face became distorted. He was like an angry lion, arching his waist and back, preparing to launch a violent attack the next moment.

Churchill was walking back and forth at the door, breathing the cold evening air, forcing himself to calm down. Finally, he set his footsteps, turned around and said to the two admirals, "Don't stand at the door, let's go in and talk." Then he took a few quick steps and took the lead and walked down the stairs of the underground shelter.

Before the inspection post at the entrance, Churchill saw her chief confidential secretary at a glance, and she was walking out of the passage with a small handbag.

"Miss Christine." Churchill tried his best to call his secretary in a gentle tone he thought.

"Hello, Prime Minister, is there anything wrong?" The confidential secretary was about to get off work. At dinner time, she had a private date. The other party was a very handsome civil servant.

"Please issue a notice immediately. I want to convene a plenary meeting of the Military Commission of the Wartime Cabinet at the Wartime. Please notify the members of the committee to come here immediately. No reason is allowed to shirk it. You must arrive at the command post within half an hour. Order the chief of staff of the three armies and the deputy chief of staff to attend the meeting at the same time. The situation is very urgent. This is the order of the Prime Minister of the British Empire. I will implement it immediately, Miss Christine." Churchill issued a loud call for convening.

"As for orders, Prime Minister." Christine found that Churchill looked very bad and looked very urgent. She could only express her regret to the civil servant boyfriend secretly. Maybe she could call the other party after she was done, hoping that the person could recognize her explanation and forgive this embarrassing failure of the appointment.

Churchill walked into his command room with two admirals, where there was a huge map of Britain.

"Tell me what you know where Tovi fought the last battle." Churchill sat on his special sofa and lit a cigar, an effective means he used to re-stabilize his emotionally active thinking.

"According to what the report said, it should be this sea area. Tovey fought very tenaciously..." Admiral Phillips picked up a guide stick and drew a circle on the Strait map. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!