Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 140: Dover disaster (end)

Just as the chaos in the urban area was in a state of chaos, the defensive line at the edge of the urban area was another scene. Net

"Oh my god, daddy, these guys are crazy." Clayton dug out his equipment from the rubble in the corner of the bunker, spitting out the dust on the machine gunner's vest saliva.

Daddy's experience once again saved the life of the entire platoon. Just before the crowd was about to rush to the barricade, Gerald decisively ordered everyone to leave the barricade and make way for the crowd.

"Dodge all, hide to the side of the road, let them pass, don't block their way." He yelled like this, his look and tone had never been so severe.

The soldiers in the platoon are well-trained, and the kind old man in the platoon is supported and loved by everyone. Listening to the old man's words is correct has become the consensus of the soldiers in the platoon. The soldiers in the infantry platoon immediately responded to the sergeant's order. No one asked why. They rolled and crawled and quickly left the barricade. Some people hid in the buildings on both sides, and the rest stood on the road against the wall. beside.

The terrible crowds swept over the unconstituted barricade like a flood. The sandbag bunkers were torn down, and the shooting point where the bricks piled up was trampled over. At this time, the soldiers were completely following their instincts for a long time. Their sensation has been numb by running, and at this time they only know to rush forward and follow the brigade. At least more than two thousand defeated soldiers trampled past a row of positions. When the flow of people passed, only the mess was left on the ground.

The soldiers in a row witnessed the whole process of the natural disaster with their mouths stunned. The terrifying and destructive power brought by the crowd made them pale with fright. They were fortunate that they had a wise leader and they were able to escape from the terrible chaos just now. Survived.

The few flesh and blood corpses in the middle of the road are examples. They are a few loyal police officers. They were overwhelmed by the crowd before they could even give a warning. I don’t know how many studded soles have stepped on them. The death of a person is worthless and without dignity. But at last there was someone to bury them, and the murderer also paid the same price. Soldiers who were tripped in the collapsed army were also unavoidable. Their comrades-in-arms didn't care what was stepped on under their feet. They just wanted to save their lives.

A row of soldiers regrouped from the shelter to the position, and everyone looked at the broken barricade blankly. I don't know how to deal with the endgame. Sergeant Gerald is the backbone of everyone, and at this time he once again demonstrated his unique leadership ability.

"Clean up here and see what else you can use. Pay special attention to the weapons and ammunition. Some are buried under the bricks. Don’t be crying, we are at least alive. Go and some people will move the bodies to Go to the side of the road." Gerold quickly issued a series of orders, and the British soldiers hurriedly moved and began to check the undamaged materials in the rubble.

The destructive power of the crowds is extraordinary. The entire blockade wall was crushed by most of it. The only two machine guns in the platoon were overturned along with the bunker. They are now pressing under a pile of sandbags and bricks. This is the first thing now. Something to be rescued.

"Thank you very much for your assistance. You should leave now and find a safe place to hide. This war may be over for you." Gerald walked to more than two dozen citizen volunteers before. He fumbled out of his pocket and took out two packs of cigarettes, and he distributed the cigarettes to the pale citizens.

These people were frightened by the scene just now. If the soldiers nearby were not for the quick eyesight and quick hands, dragging them to the sides of the road, they might have become the poor victims of the collapsed soldiers just like those policemen.

"At this time, you only have to avoid or run with them. There is no third solution." Gerold lit a cigarette on a citizen's lighter, and he patted the back of the opponent's hand. Thank you.

"You said earlier that we should leave, but the Germans are about to call." A citizen asked suspiciously.

"This war is over for us. We can't hold here anymore." Gerold pointed at the barricade behind his cigarette with his finger.

"It might have been possible for a while before, but in the end the Germans will still break through. We may be able to make them shed a lot of blood. These children could have been sacrificed and are more valuable. But now..." Sergeant Take a puff of cigarette. He sighed long.

"Everything is over. The people just now will rush to the city center. No one can block their way. These people are crazy. You have seen everything in front of you. Our fortifications have been destroyed. Now, the Germans won’t give us a chance to rebuild. These collapsed soldiers didn’t come here by accident. The Germans must be driving them behind, and if I’m right, they will come soon.” Gerold patted a citizen's arm and said solemnly: "Dover is done. It's just a matter of time. I will take my people out of here."

"Where are you going?" a citizen asked.

"Go and join our other troops, if they still exist." This is also a problem that Gerald is very worried about. The other two platoons must have suffered the same encounter as his own. I don’t know. How did they respond, knowing that not every platoon leader thinks about problems like him.

"Will you surrender like the Germans?" another citizen asked.

"The army has the rules of the army. In theory, we will fight until we can no longer fight. I will not control the thoughts of my subordinates. They can have their own choices. Maybe, if more people can live Go on, I will choose to surrender." Gerald threw away the cigarette **** in his hand.

"Then, gentlemen, get out of here and find a safe place to stay with your family. God bless you." The old sergeant nodded to several citizens and turned to his subordinates Go.

These volunteers are just ordinary citizens. Many people in the middle and lower classes of society have nothing to lose except a job and family. As a result, they are organized by the community committee and the city government. Participants can get an extra Military rations. They thought they were just doing some physical work, but they never thought about going to the battlefield to fight the Germans. Now that the army has this attitude, these people will of course not stay in the same place stupidly. They have collected a lot of useful items from the buildings in the nearby air gate, so they rushed to each other with a satchel full of bits and pieces. thing.

While Sergeant Gerald’s infantry platoon was still struggling with an unknown fate, Lieutenant General Mason was also facing one of the most critical choices in his life. When the group of broken soldiers poured into the city, he even thought that his subordinates were joking with him. Standing on the site of the Dover Fortress, you can overlook the entire city of Dover. Mason stood there and saw the hell-like scene through the telescope.

The flow of people overwhelmed a line of defenses that were not strong enough, and the defenders did not know how to deal with the swarming compatriots. They either stepped forward to block or fled. There were soldiers running around in the streets and alleys, and the whole city fell into chaos.

Immediately, as written in the novel, the conflict occurred without surprise. General Evans died stupidly on the street. The messy gunfire sounded throughout the city. There are always some people who are unwilling to wait for death. Whether in self-defense or warning, some of the defenders finally couldn't help but pull the trigger against their own people.

Some British soldiers were so nervous that they couldn't tell which was the friendly and the enemy because of fear. These defenders began to shoot indiscriminately at everyone close to them. The yellow-brown British army uniform became the prime target of soldiers' shooting, and soon this semi-fortified city became a hot pot of porridge.

British soldiers in the same uniform squatted behind the barricade and fired at each other. Both sides had received the same training. Knowing all the tricks, the battle quickly became a fever.

The defeated side has gone to a dead end. Their behavior can be called a rebellion. Now they will not get a good end even if they lay down their weapons. These people are already exhausted. The only thing that supports them is their strong desire to survive. But now the last door to survival seems to be closed. These people have fallen into despair.

Some soldiers tried to surrender to the defenders, but in exchange they shot mercilessly. These soldiers with their hands raised were shot and killed in the street. The former compatriots cheered after the barricade. .

The rumors that the defenders were preparing to shoot all deserters seemed to have been confirmed, so the defeated soldiers gritted their teeth and squeezed their weapons. They were ready to fight to the end, using their hands to make a way out. Outside the city are the Germans staring at each other, and inside the city are compatriots who are ready to hang themselves on the gallows. The defeated soldiers have no way to go and can only fight desperately for their lives.

"Fight. Let's fight to the port, where there are boats that can take us away." A message spread during the collapse, filling these desperate fighters with strength again.

Yes. I've heard vaguely before that there are so many passenger ships docked in the Port of Dover, enough to take all of them away. As long as they seize these ships, they can go to any place in the world. The Germans have landed and the British Empire is over. They have all experienced battles with the Germans. That kind of terrible army cannot be confronted by the British Army, and the British will definitely lose this war.

Run away. Now that you have already started to escape, then continue to run, leave this battlefield, leave this **** war, maybe America is a good choice, or go to Asia, just don’t let them see that set again Gray-green uniform.

Suddenly the defeated soldiers had a clear goal, and they began to gather and advance toward the port. Some already exhausted soldiers spit out bloodshot mouths, holding their bayonet-mounted rifles, staggering towards the barricade that stopped them, like ghosts crawling out of hell.

Although the total number of defenders in Dover is not much different from the collapsed army, they have an absolute advantage in weaponry and equipment. They blocked the entire road with machine guns and ultralight tanks to attack any street that appeared. The goals, the tricks and traps that were originally prepared to deal with the German team are now all used on the compatriots.

But the collapse of the army is not a fuel-efficient lamp. They immediately used the captured weapons and gave them colors. The defensive troops were scattered in a large area of ​​the city, and as a result, they were divided and surrounded by the defeated troops occupying a local numerical advantage.

Both sides smashed their eyes, and they acted mercilessly, leaving no prisoners at all. In the end, both mentally and spiritually, the defenders were destroyed by these ghostly compatriots. They abandoned their positions and equipment and fled from the streets and alleys.

Dover has become a **** on earth. The defeated soldiers have lost their organization and also lost their military discipline. They began to smash through the shops on the street and rush into the air-raid shelters hiding the residents. They ransacked everything they wanted. Things, even inflicted indescribable atrocities on the citizens who had taken refuge and some female auxiliary members of the army.

Lieutenant General Mason sent his last headquarters guard platoon, at which time he had completely lost control of the troops. His army was disintegrated, his defenses collapsed, and the people he was supposed to protect were being slaughtered and plundered, but he could do nothing about it.

Mason personally drafted a short report and reported to London what was happening here. In fact, he didn't know why it was what it is now.

The original plans and plans have all been frustrated. At the same time, he also understands that it is impossible for him to fulfill the order of London, and he is also responsible for everything in front of him. What awaits him must be a scapegoat. He will Losing honor and future, all the dirty water will be poured on his head. In order to maintain the authority of the cabinet and Churchill during the war, he will never stand up.

The rescue ship implied by the Royal Navy will never come. Mason understands this very well. Perhaps the rescue ship did not exist at the beginning. As for the incompetent commander, he must be evaluated like this in future history. Lieutenant General Mason's future is gloomy.

The Germans are about to attack. They will definitely take this opportunity to attack. All these are planned by them, these talented conspirators. Mason really wanted to meet the guy who made this plan face to face, and then find a chance to punch him in the face.

Lieutenant General Mason sat down by the ruins of the fortress. He looked at the burning city under the mountain. He had done everything he could, and the rest could only be given to the Almighty God. He had no hope of his future, he was going to watch the Germans enter the city right here.

How about a shot in the mouth, or hitting the sun. . . No, no, no, that way of death does not belong to a sailor. He should die on the battlefield. Maybe the Germans can satisfy his wish~ IndoMTL.com~ Why the Germans are not here yet? Are they all deaf and blind? Haven't seen such a mess in the city? Could it be that the incompetent staff guessed right? The Germans are already at the end of the war, unable to launch an offensive. If that was the case, it would be too ironic. They didn't need to attack at all, Dover was dying on its own.

Now only the Germans can solve the chaos in front of them. They definitely don't want a messy city. If they come faster, they might be able to rescue some civilians from the chaos. . . .

Suddenly, like a flash of inspiration, a thought emerged in Mason's heart, and the Admiral suddenly stood up from the ruins. He frowned and looked at the smoke-filled city, stood there for a while, then turned firmly and walked off the fort, and walked towards the tent of the communications company.

At 12 o'clock on August 22nd, 1940, the British Dover Fort Command sent a clear telegram to the German landing cluster, and Admiral Henry Mason, as the supreme commander of the theater, announced to the German army To surrender, the only request he made was to ask the German troops to enter the city as soon as possible, suppress the riots that are taking place in the city, restore the order of the city, protect peaceful citizens and surrender the safety of the British army. (To be continued.) Happy reading every day