Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 207: The destruction of the empire (3)
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"This won't work. There are too many troops in this area. We need to redeploy." Manstein stood in front of the windowsill of a three-story building on the corner of Hampton Street, holding a telescope to observe At a British barricade in the distance.
The terrain of this small building is pretty good. There are no large buildings obstructing the view. From the windowsill on the third floor, you can clearly see the emerald green bronze dome of the Imperial War Museum and the snow-white flagpole with a rice-shaped flag. Fluttering in the wind.
Manstein was extremely dissatisfied with the chaos in the movement of the Cypress Army. In his opinion, this was simply the unprofessional performance of the command organization. In order to stop these rabid dogs from continuing to humiliate him in front of friendly forces, Your Excellency the Chief of Staff of the Legion hurried from the headquarters to the front line of the battlefield.
"There simply can’t fit so many troops here, so I immediately ordered the 1st Infantry Division to stop advancing. They only need to leave a regiment to cover the flank of the 7th Infantry Brigade and take over the task of occupying Waterloo Station and Hungerford Bridge. Handed over to the 25th Armored Regiment. The remaining two infantry regiments of the 1st Infantry Division broke through the Thames defense line from Lambeth Bridge, and then assaulted all the way west, occupying Hyde Park, cutting down the administrative area, and outflanking the Sith from the rear. The enemy in Minster." Manstein handed the telescope to the adjutant next to him. He turned around and gave instructions to the staff under his hand.
"Ordered the 3rd Infantry Division to take down all the area east of the station before taking down Westwark Station. The British Army map marked the turn of the river and they deployed several antiaircraft artillery positions. Control is in our hands. Let's post these commands first, and hand them to me for signature after printing."
"Yes, General" communications staff recorded the order, saluted Manstein, turned and ran down the stairs.
Manstein’s radio communication vehicle stopped at the intersection downstairs. The four half-track transport vehicles of the armored guard platoon guarded both ends of the street. The soldiers were loaded with guns and watched the surrounding movement vigilantly. Know the distance here. The nearest British position is less than one kilometer, and a senior German general is a very attractive target.
The security and protection of German commanders on the front line has always made people scratch their heads. These guys with a sense of honor have a tradition of putting their lives and deaths apart. Remote commanding away from the front line in the rear is generally regarded as an incompetent and timid maggot. Since the beginning of the war, many officers at the general level have fallen on the front line, the most famous of which is General Werner von Fletcher, the former commander of the German Army.
"This is an order from General Manstein. I will stay in your regiment to supervise the implementation of the regiment's plan." Major Franz Xuester drew a warrant from the map bag around his waist and handed it to him. Ludwig, commander of the 25th Armored Regiment.
"We are ready to attack and follow the general's orders. We will first mobilize a company of tanks to cooperate with the infantry to launch an exploratory attack on the enemy's position in the direction of Waterloo Station."
Ludwick led Xerst into his command tent. This armored regiment commander has always liked to command operations on the front line. Wherever his eight-wheeled armored command vehicle is, it is the regiment headquarters.
The so-called command tent is actually very simple, that is, a large sunshade canvas is pulled up on the side of the eight-wheeled armored vehicle. Now the entire row of radio stations under the sunshade are busy working. The callsigns and reports of the correspondents came and went one after another.
"We need more information. We don't even get the number of the opposite British man. The scouts sent only found out some machine gun firepower points, and have not found the opponent's anti-tank artillery." Several staff officers at the office surrounded a map discussing the upcoming attack.
"The resolution of the air force's reconnaissance photos is not enough, and it was five days ago. The map the British army gave us only hastily marked the area defense configuration. I am afraid that even they themselves are not very clear about the specific details." The staff officer said.
"My company will proceed along London Road, then turn at the Obelisk of St. George, enter Waterloo Road, and finally arrive at the train station. There is a large barricade at this location. According to my estimation, the enemy will be there. There are anti-tank guns and even infantry artillery installed here. The streets here are too narrow. We have to cooperate closely with the infantry. Are you sure we can't destroy these houses?" The company commander of the first battalion and four companies asked loudly.
His company is equipped with 16 No. 4 tanks and a light platoon consisting of four No. 3 tanks. Because it is parked closest to the front line, he was selected for the first wave of probing attacks. Of course, if it goes well, the temptation can turn into a formal offense.
"If it is not necessary, it is best not to damage the buildings in central London. Unless it is the target that seriously threatens the safety of the German forces, or creates an insurmountable obstacle to the advancement of the German forces, this is the order of the high command, the front line The troops must strictly obey." Major Xuester reminded.
"Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig. How much is left of the time agreed upon with you by Lieutenant Colonel Neendorf." Xuester asked, looking at Ludwig.
"There are still five minutes, and there is no news at all. I think these British people are ready to fight to the end. I hope Lieutenant Colonel Neendorf will be safe." Ludwick replied, rubbing his forehead. .
While the front-line German commanders were discussing how to break through the British line of defense, the military envoy Lieutenant Colonel Neendorf was making his final efforts in an underground shelter on the other side of the Thames.
"When on earth are you going to detain me? I am a military envoy of the German Army. You cannot treat a military envoy like this. This is a serious violation of the Geneva Treaty."
Nerndorf was blindfolded, and his hands were handcuffed to the back of his chair. The German lieutenant colonel strongly protested the rude treatment he received, but he did not get the slightest response from the other party.
He knew there were other people in the room, but the other person just sat quietly across from him and looked at him, neither asking nor replying.
"What time is it now, you can always tell me the time." Neendorf is not discouraged by his situation, he is 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." This is the first time the other party has answered his question since Neendorf entered the room.
"No, sir, I want to know the time, in order to calculate how much time you have to live." Neendorf replied tit-for-tatly. At this time, you can't lose the spirit of the German officer.
"You don’t need to calculate this, Lieutenant Colonel, I know how long I can live, because I will die with you." The other party’s tone was full of mockery, and Neendorf could hear most of it. Against each other's own.
"Who are you, and where is this place? I want to see the commander here, he is making a huge mistake." Neendorf said loudly.
"Me?" the other party asked rhetorically.
Nerndorf heard the sound of leather shoes rubbing on the concrete floor. The speaker should have stood up. Then he noticed that the cloth of his eyes had been torn off suddenly, and the incandescent light from the top of the room shone on his face. Above, the sudden stimulation made him a little unable to open his eyes.
"Get to know, I'm Manfred Clint, the commander of the Cold Creek Guards, a British army colonel." The opponent was condescending, looking down at the German lieutenant colonel in front of him.
Nerndorf was used to the dazzling lights at this time, and he raised his head to look at the British colonel in front of him. "Lord Clint?" Neendorf recalled, remembering to read this man's information before.
"Do you know me?" Neendorf's answer obviously surprised the other party.
"I've heard your story. You used to be Chamberlain's military secretary and have a very good relationship with the royal family. The head of the Cold Creek regiment seems to be Lord Codlington."
"General Codlington is too old, he is just the honorary commander."
"That's right, he should be eighty... eighty-four years old." Neendorf said with a smile, and then he moved his hands behind his back.
"Can you open this for me, Colonel Clint, I don't carry a weapon at all and I won't pose a threat to you."
"I really want to help you, Lieutenant Colonel, but like you, I am now under house arrest." Colonel Clint smiled wryly and spread his hands, expressing that he could do nothing about Neendorf's request.
"It's a mutiny? Your subordinates have detained you. Hell, I should have thought about it." Neendorf realized then that the British colonel looked really bad, and one of the epaulettes of the uniform had been torn off. The seam between the shoulders of the uniform and the sleeves was also torn open with a big opening revealing the white linen lining inside, and the holy watch on the chest was also scattered, looking like a lot of missing.
"Can you tell me what time it is? Colonel, this is very important." Neendorf asked eagerly.
"Sorry, they took my wallet and watch, these **** Scottish robbers."
"A Scot?" Neendorf felt that now is a good opportunity~IndoMTL.com~ can get first-hand information about this mutiny from the opponent's mouth.
"Well, it’s okay to tell you, anyway, they won’t let us leave here alive. Looking back on it, I can’t believe that the glorious Guards would launch a mutiny. It’s a scandal and it’s for the country. Betrayal is a stain that can never be erased in the history of the Guards." 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 long known that London can't stand it anymore. In the end, the cabinet will definitely consider surrendering. In fact, we also know that some people are already in contact with Germany. There are in the cabinet, in the parliament, and even the chamber of commerce and bankers are in their respective Find a way.
We are soldiers, our duty is to obey orders. At that time, the internal thinking of the Guards was very simple, which was to protect the safety of the royal family members before the armistice agreement was reached. But what I didn't expect at all was that it was the royal family members who led this guards mutiny in the end. "Colonel Clint said to Neendorf with an angry expression.
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