Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 139: Dover disaster (4)

"What we need is not courage, but howitzer. Le-wen-" Henry Clayton vigorously waved off the mattock in his hand, and the thick cyan bricks were smashed to pieces.

"Stop complaining, Clayton. This is our destiny. Only God knows what the officers are thinking. We can only follow their baton obediently."

Sergeant Hugo Gerold was a veteran who had participated in World War I, but he was almost 30 years old at that time. The old cobbler who is now over fifty years old is re-enlisted by the army as a combat experience. The soldiers of the army took on the responsibilities of a lower-level commander. The army finally had some humanity. He was promoted to a rank of sergeant from a superior soldier. It can be regarded as fulfilling his long-cherished wish decades ago and becoming an arrogant and domineering Sergeant.

But speaking of it, being an old cobbler really stood in this position, but found that he was really not a petty officer. Because facing these young soldiers like him, he couldn’t harden his heart anyway, so everyone in the infantry battalion knew that C company had an old good sergeant, which attracted the envy of other company soldiers to C company. Why do they With such good fortune, all the non-commissioned officers in his company are bull-head terriers in military uniforms.

The only unhappy person is the company commander of Company C. He hopes that there will be a non-commissioned officer who can maintain his authority and assist him in command. Unexpectedly, the man assigned to him turned out to be a good gentleman, but in the face of the gray-haired old sergeant in his fifties, he could only make his own suggestions euphemistically, and of course the final result can be imagined. In the end, it was the company commander who gave in. Anyway, it did not affect the training and combat of the troops. The company commander completely abandoned the ideological reform of Sergeant Gerald.

The infantry battalion where Company C is located serves as the resident guard of the Dover Bastion and suffered heavy losses in the German shelling. Because the interior of the bastion was in disrepair. The structure is too old. The ventilation and living conditions of the original soldier’s residence were very poor. Therefore, after World War I, there was no longer a large-scale garrison here. Most of the infantry stationed lived in the barracks on the west side of the bastion. A long two-story dormitory building with red bricks and blue tiles. The barracks is located on the top of a mound. The army has spent a lot of time shoveling out a flat land on the top of the mound. You can overlook the Dover Harbour with a wide view and easy to defend Not wanting to attack has also become an excellent target for German artillery.

The infantry of the battalion and most of the battalion were buried under the rubble in the shelling that night. All four infantry companies now only have C company, which is still intact. The platoon led by Sergeant Gerold is even more fortunate unscathed, and even the equipment has survived intact.

The reason was that the next day it happened to be the turn of the platoon to change defenses with the bastion guards. All soldiers in the platoon packed up their personal luggage and equipment overnight, and just loaded all their belongings on the truck. German artillery shells hit the fortress of Dover. The old sergeant had stayed in the Somme. Knowing that the large-caliber artillery bombardment was fierce, he quickly notified the company commander and gathered the entire platoon of soldiers and began to move down the mountain. In the end, his judgment saved the entire company. There were only a few unlucky people who were panicked and refused to leave the barracks in the C company and were killed in the subsequent shelling. The rest of the staff lay in the drainage channel under the mound and passed the long period safely. Overnight.

As a rare and complete unit now, Company C has been deployed to the forefront of the city's defense circle. They are ordered to defend a defense area as large as three blocks. The frontal line of defense is two kilometers long, and the C company’s entire company has only one hundred and seven logistics personnel. But the actual situation is not so exaggerated. They actually only need to defend three key intersections. Because the defense zone is densely covered with buildings and walls, only some observation posts need to be deployed. As the acting platoon leader, Gerald took on the defense of one of the intersections.

This fifteen-foot-wide road is the only way to the hilly area outside the city. The intersection of the street faces a ninety-foot-high slope, and behind the **** is the highway to Folkestone. This is a battleground for the German army, once the German army begins to attack. Company C’s line of defense will be the first target, and Sergeant Gerold knows exactly how terrible pressure the troops defending at this strategic point will be. He wasn't sure about blocking the German attack.

He didn't believe what the lieutenant colonel in the regiment said that the German army had suffered heavy losses in previous battles. As long as they persist in fighting and show the courage of the English people, the Germans will surely come home, and the ultimate victory will belong to the British Empire. He didn't know how many such big talks he had heard in the French battlefield. The guy who believed in the nonsense of officers is still lying in the French fields.

But in any case, the preparations to be done are still to be done. The old cobbler led one of his platoons to strengthen the fortifications, and he was ready to build a seemingly passable blocking position based on the hastily completed blockade wall. . Finally, there is no shortage of materials and manpower. Some citizen volunteers and police forces joined their ranks. The large number of people is reflected here, and the outline of a barricade is slowly taking shape on the original pile of rubble.

"Henry! Henry!" a young soldier stood under the barricade and called out to Clayton.

"Oh! Damn it, don't shout so loudly, I'm not deaf." Clayton smashed the mattock into the rubble and then jumped off the barricade.

"How come these few." Clayton frowned and took the canvas bag in the soldier's hand. The cylindrical cloth bag was half empty. Clayton reached out and rummaged a few times and found that it only contained Three round drums.

"Father, we only gave us three spare drums, plus the original seven. We only have ten drums to use. This is not enough for playing." Clayton looked up and faced. The sergeant who was directing the soldiers to reinforce the sandbag shelter on the top of the barricade shouted.

"We have a loader. I'll give you three people to help reload. Finally, we still have bullets." Gerold replied loudly.

"But we..." The machine gunner wanted to express his opinion, and suddenly the lookout post on the roof behind him exclaimed loudly.

"Attention, there are people on the mountain, my god! There are many people!"

The machine gunner quickly climbed up the barricade in three and two steps. He blocked the glare from the oncoming sunlight with his hand and looked toward the hill two hundred meters away.

"My God." Clayton was stunned by the sight before him, and he took off his helmet. Rubbed his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand.

At this time, a long line of people appeared on the hill opposite the street. They quickly climbed over the top of the **** and began to rush toward the British position along the gentle ramp. At the beginning there were dozens of people, and then hundreds of people. Eventually, there was an uncountable crowd. They were like a flood bursting a bank, and like a frightened herd, with meaningless shouts in their mouths, they collided with each other, pushed and pulled, and rushed toward Gerald's position.

"It's our people! It's the British Army!" shouted the lookout post. Clayton turned his head and looked at the observation post on the top of the building. Everyone had eyes. There is no need to scream like this.

It is indeed a British soldier who appears in front of me. It is definitely not a German fake, because no matter how clever the disguise, the Germans cannot show the essence of the British army collapse, the kind of miserable look like a bereaved dog whose backbone is broken. .

Jerald has lost his original calmness, and he is indeed shocked by the picture before him. Even on the battlefield of World War I. He had never seen this kind of sight before him. He had seen French soldiers running fast, and Germans fleeing in embarrassment, but he had never seen any British troops that would look like these before him. People are so crazy.

Indeed, these people are crazy, at least they seem crazy. These people in front of them have completely lost the courage of the soldiers. They are now just a group of ordinary people who want to escape. The army has lost its structure and organization, and its internal class hierarchy has collapsed. There is no difference between officers and soldiers at this time.

The soldiers threw away everything they thought would endanger their lives, and most people only had a set of military uniforms left. They abandoned weapons and ammunition bags, because those heavy equipment could not stop the enemy's pursuit. It will also consume their precious physical strength and slow down their escape. Belts and armed belts are also useless things. People with these things can’t breathe properly. Keeping the rhythm of breathing is a must, because you don’t know when the enemy will stop, you will have a long time. The road has to run. The helmet is completely a burden. It's useless except to block the line of sight and compress the cervical spine. If the German bullet really finds you. There will be no difference with or without this iron pan.

So the soldiers took off their equipment while running away, and soon most of them became bare-handed. However, the effect was remarkable. The speed of escape with light body was indeed greatly improved. The German infantry was gradually left behind, which made the British troops more aggressive. Run up the hill, run into the ditch, run into the field, run towards Dover. This is the experience gained by the officers and soldiers of the Fifth and Sixth Infantry Division along the way. They found that there were no Germans on the road leading to Dover. There were always some vicious demons in the rest of the world. They seemed not to Ready to capture prisoners, but directly use a string of tracers to force you to continue running wildly.

The German armored teaching battalions and grenadiers are like the most strict sports coaches. They lay unhurriedly behind the broken British soldiers. Together with the paratroopers and infantry units on the surrounding roads, they directed these British people towards Drive away from Dover City. The soldiers who stopped to surrender were threatened and shot, making them think that the Germans were determined to kill them all. The follow-up news made the soldiers even more frightened, and the rate of escape accelerated again.

They showed the Germans how great potential the human body has this evening. After exhausting a group of chasing soldiers, they could still keep running with excitement and frenzy. These British people showed themselves in order to survive. His perseverance is awe-inspiring.

Part of the soldiers who were really unable to continue running simply lay down on the road. Fatigue and despair caused them to give them a shot from the Germans to end this nightmare. The Germans didn't care about them, but dragged them to the side of the road, and then a dedicated person threw the tired British soldiers into the trunk of the truck. From a distance, they seem to be collecting corpses. In addition to cursing the inhuman Germans, the British continue to work hard to squeeze out the last adrenaline in their bodies, and move forward towards the port of Dover, their only hope of survival.

There are more than 8,000 soldiers left in these two infantry divisions at this time. Their escape overnight has made them close to collapse. Both physically and mentally, the damage caused to them by this night is too heavy. . Now they only see Dover City. They believe that they can be saved as long as they run into the city.

I don’t know when, some exciting news came from the team. Dover has guns, artillery, tanks, strong turrets and barracks. There are plenty of supplies to eat and drink. As long as you get there, you don't have to worry about everything. It is a fortress that never falls. It is impossible for the Germans to conquer there.

This may be a lie a certain military officer told his subordinates. Wangmei quenched his thirst, but it turned out to be a fact and became the hope of all British soldiers. In fact, the most dangerous rumors have not yet spread. Some people claim that there are ships in the Dover port and that a large number of ships are parked in the Dover port. Enough to transport all of them away.

After seven hours of crazy marathon, the defeated soldiers finally reached the outside of Dover through hardships. The German army made a special way for them. Unknowingly, the ruined soldiers followed the road left by the Germans and rushed towards the city of Dover. Although the number is not tens of thousands. But in this small area, it is still as endless as the ocean tide.

At this point, no one can stop them from escaping. The Germans can't, and the British can't. The barricades and positions set up with great difficulty were overthrown, and the officers and soldiers who tried to stop were trampled on by the crazy crowds. Defeated soldiers swarmed in from various openings in the city like a mercury puddle, and the road was crowded with figures in tawny uniforms.

They have reached their destination, but they don't know where to go. Because of the loss of organization, no one knows where to end. The soldiers only know that going forward is the way of life. The Dover city is in chaos, and the local garrison has no idea what to do with this situation. The outer line of defense has been completely torn apart. The original defenders were swept back into the city by these defeated soldiers. The destructive power of the crowd was so great that it exceeded everyone's expectations. They even overturned several Vickers tanks that were in the way with their bare hands, dragging the tankers out of the tank and beating them.

At this time, the chest of each of these defeated soldiers is full of tyrannical air. The humiliation and injury brought to them by the Germans makes them always want to find a way to vent. Any spark that falls will cause a Started a prairie fire.

So. The spark fell, and Major General Evans, the commander of the First Armored Division, led his division guard platoon to stop the soldiers on their way. The division commander, who had just been promoted to general, had now put on his dream general uniform. And wore his full medal. Evans stood vigorously in the back seat of his officer's convertible, holding a delicate riding whip in one hand. He held the holster around his waist with one hand. He stared contemptuously at the embarrassing group of soldiers before him. He didn't know when he didn't like these two infantry divisions. Perhaps it was because of the command power. He subconsciously treated these two infantry divisions. The officers and soldiers of the division were full of disgust.

"What do you want to do, where's your officer? Where's your commander? Let your commander come out to see me. Are you still a British person? Look at your picture, you are on the street. Rogues are not as good. What about the weapons in your hands? You cowards! See what you have done?"

Evans brandished his horse whip and scolded the soldiers in front of him with splashes of foam. Perhaps the dazzling red general collar and the crown on the shoulders played a role. The soldiers in the front row began to retreat slowly. These are regular soldiers with strict training. They were instilled with a level of obedience to the generals. Seeing the generals subconsciously There will still be fear.

But the next moment Evans made an unforgivable mistake. He pulled out the pistol from his waist~IndoMTL.com~You cowards, immediately stand at attention, I should shoot you all! Wait, you all have to go to a military court! Now call out your officers and return to their respective troops immediately, if anyone disobeys the order. . . . "Following Evans's threat, his guard platoon began to raise its guns and aimed at the broken soldiers in front of them.

"Fight! They are going to shoot all of us!" I don't know who roared in the crowd, as if opening a hidden valve, the grievances of the British soldiers broke out.

These soldiers are not all bare-handed at this time. The city defenders along the road provide them with a lot of weapons. They are usually obtained after knocking over and stepping on the ground. These weapons are used to resist the invaders. At this time, it has become a tool for compatriots to merge.

Afterwards, no one knew which side of the conflict had acted first, because all the witnesses who were present were killed in the subsequent fire. Major General Evans was not spared. When the Germans found his body, they couldn't recognize what it was. They only found out that there was a major general's epaulette hanging on a piece of cloth wrapped around the body. It turned out that it was a general of the British Army. (To be continued) () "The Battle of Resurrection in the Third Reich" only represents the author Fengrui's point of view. If the content is found to violate national laws and conflicts, please delete it. The position is only dedicated to providing healthy and green Reading platform. 【】,thank you all!