The Third Reich: I Became Emperor

The British position was surrounded by a sea of fire.

The explosion resounded through the sky and earth, and the billowing smoke engulfed everything. The impact of the explosion continued to spread at an overwhelming speed.

Countless British soldiers were wiped out by the impact of the explosion.

The hidden artillery was also ignited, producing a bigger explosion.

"Naval guns? How is this possible?"The British commander in the rear said in disbelief as he watched the front line being engulfed in flames.

Dover Port had not been bombed by an enemy fleet for many years, but now it was bombed by a warship. This was beyond his expectation.

"Where's our navy? Where the hell are they?"

"Report, urgent telegram."At this time, the communications staff came over with a telegram in his hand, looking pale, and said

"read"

"The Royal Fleet suffered heavy losses from attacks by unknown weapons and has lost its combat capability. I hope you will hold your ground. Reinforcements are on the way." With each sentence the communications officer read, the British commander's face turned paler. When he finished reading, he was shaky.

"How is it possible that the invincible Royal Fleet suffered heavy damage?"

"This is definitely fake"

"I don't believe it."

The Royal Fleet was their pillar of defense. Now that the pillar has fallen, their faith has also collapsed.

"Without the support of the navy, we can't be a match for the German army in a land battle."An officer who returned from the Dunkirk retreat said with a horrified look on his face. He had a deep memory of the previous disastrous defeat.

""Sir, we should retreat now. We can't hold our position." Although they were now in the third line of defense, they still felt it was not safe enough.

After all, the range of the naval guns could reach more than ten kilometers, and the place where the naval guns were bombarding was only the first line of defense. When the artillery fire extended, their position would not be safe at all.

"Retreat? Where to retreat? Behind us is Dover, and further away is London. Where to retreat? Don’t you want London too?"The British commander laughed bitterly.

""Sir, we can't withstand the bombardment of naval guns with our flesh and blood. Let's retreat. We can't defend Dover Port. It's better to retreat and build a new line of defense. Without the threat of naval guns, we still have hope to stop the German army. It's not wise to withstand the bombardment of naval guns now." An officer persuaded earnestly.

At this time, a sharp whistling sound came from the sky again, and dense artillery shells crossed the sky again, hitting the British third line of defense at an alarming speed.

The sky was shattered, the earth was cracking, and the birds that couldn't dodge were directly swallowed by the flames of the exploding shells.

The sturdy bunker on the ground gradually turned into ashes under the bombardment of artillery fire.

The power of this explosion was even stronger than the previous one, because the battleships also joined the bombardment.

""Sir, retreat, the battleships have also joined the bombing, we can't stop them." Naval guns with a caliber of more than 400 mm are simply not something that flesh and blood can stop, not even concrete bunkers.

Many British soldiers were directly buried by the collapsed air defenses and suffocated to death.

Compared with the tragic situation of the British army, the German soldiers on the beach seemed very optimistic. They were originally wondering why they did not continue to attack after taking the beachhead. Now they understand that they were waiting for naval gun support.

"My God, this is the power of naval guns"

"This is the first time I have seen a salvo of naval guns. It is truly spectacular."

"That should be the battleship's shells."

"It's so scary. It turns out that the battleship's guns are so scary."

"Yes, it's too horrible, no wonder they stopped the attack."

Many German soldiers showed a trace of relief on their faces. Fortunately, they were on the beachhead, otherwise they would cry for their parents now.

On the sea, Admiral Darlan looked at the British positions being bombarded by naval guns in the distance with high spirits, and he felt indescribably happy.

"Hahahaha, you son of a bitch, you British guys, this day has come for you too." Admiral Darlan laughed wildly and cursed

"Bomb it hard and use up all the shells."

"Yes!"

At this time, all the officers and soldiers of the French fleet were holding back their anger, especially the French sailors who had survived by chance. They were holding back their anger and quickly moved the bombs and sent them to the British positions through the ship's guns.

Not far away, the German fleet was also bombing frantically. For the German sailors, this was a rare opportunity to practice. They usually didn't have such a luxury to practice firing guns.

"Aim at the point, don't shoot blindly." Marshal Dönitz's face was full of joy. He looked through the telescope and saw that the bullet had deviated from the point of impact. He said slowly:

"Without the Royal Fleet, we can fight however we want. As long as the army stands firm, it is only a matter of time before we take over the British Isles."The naval officer next to him said with a smile.

"Don't take it lightly. After all, there are still hundreds of thousands of British troops on the island. It is not easy to take over the British Isles as soon as possible. The British army will definitely fight back desperately."Marshal Dönitz was not so optimistic. He thought it would be good enough to take over the British Isles within three months.

At the same time, August looked at the map and said to Keitel:"Do you think it will take three months?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, there are still 500,000 British troops on the island, and there are layers of defense. It is not easy to take over the British Isles as soon as possible."Marshal Keitel said while looking at the map.

Hearing this, August smiled and said,"It doesn't take three months, the battle can be resolved in one month."

"One month?"Not only Marshal Keitel was stunned, but everyone else was stunned too.

At this time, the British army had already mobilized all its troops to the south of London, relying on cities and towns to resist step by step. Even if the German army was strong, it would be impossible to break through such a solid defense within a month.

"Your Majesty, a month is unlikely. The British defense is too strong. Marshal Brauchitsch shook his head and said

"I know what you mean, but why attack from the south? Why not change your thinking? Now that the Royal Fleet has been severely damaged by us and is no longer able to provide support, we can organize a new landing from Boston to cut off the British Army's logistical supplies."

"Without a way out, the morale of the British army will drop to the freezing point, and they will be at our mercy then, right?" August looked at the map of the British Isles, thought of the famous Inchon Landing, and decided to make a replica.