The Third Reich: I Became Emperor

Soon, the battle situation in Winchester was reported back to London. Lord Gort looked at the casualty report with a sense of helplessness.

"Trash, son of a bitch, all trash, extremely stupid idiots, an armored division, and they haven't even recaptured the position yet?"The hot-tempered Lord Gort roared angrily.

"Planes, planes again, planes are needed everywhere, where can we get so many planes."

Ordinary planes will be shot down when they go up. Instead of sending lives to the Germans, it is better to train more. What the British army lacks now is planes that can fight against German jet fighters. The first two air battles have consumed all the fighter planes accumulated by the British army in the past two years. The remaining ones are rookies, whose flight time has not even reached 200 hours. It is useless to send them up.

"When can we get the jet plane out?" Lord Gott asked angrily.

""My Lord, here is bad news. Dover has been lost and the Germans are heading towards Canterbury." The communications officer came in and said expressionlessly.

Upon hearing this news, Lord Gort sighed.���："Let the Air Force send a few planes to support them. That place should not be the main battlefield of the German army, so there is no need to worry about jet planes."

Then, he ignored the situation in Winchester. After all, compared with Winchester, which is far away, Canterbury is the most important place to pay attention to.

Because once Canterbury falls, the German army only needs to occupy Maidstone to reach the suburbs of London.

"Damn it, Canterbury must not be lost. I will ask the Prime Minister to send reinforcements immediately."Looking at the map, Lord Gort said in a deep voice

"Tell the frontline blocking troops to hold the line and not to retreat."

After hearing this, many people in the command center looked grim. This was not good news, it meant fighting to the death.

The key point was that the morale of the frontline troops was low at this time, and they had no fighting spirit.

"Is there a problem?" Lord Gort said solemnly.

""No!" the combat staff officer on the side responded quickly.

On the other side, in Dover, the swastika flag was planted on the city hall building. Major General Kleiss, the commander of the German infantry division in charge of the attack, looked at the fluttering swastika flag and said excitedly:

"Send a telegram to the Supreme Command, telling them that we have successfully occupied Dover Port and that the vanguard is heading towards London."

A division of infantry can stretch for several kilometers, especially for this kind of vanguard infantry division. The search company has even explored dozens of kilometers away.

"Yes!"The communications staff quickly responded.

Soon, the telegram flew across the strait and was sent back to the Supreme Command. August, who received the news, smiled and said

"Good, well done. It's only been three days and we've taken over the Port of Dover."

Taking over the Port of Dover means that most of the cities near the Channel will fall into the hands of the German army. You know, there are many shipyards here. As long as these shipyards are accepted, the Third Reich's shipbuilding speed will be greatly improved.

At the same time, in order to completely tie France to the chariot, a part of the shipyard will be allocated to France, the purpose is to help them quickly restore their naval strength.

As mentioned earlier, France can only win under the leadership of a dwarf, a woman, and a foreigner.

And August wants to become this foreigner, restore the strength of the French navy, form a joint fleet of Germany, France and Italy, and fight a decisive battle in the Atlantic.

"Tell the frontline troops to speed up the attack. I will wait for their good news at the City Palace. August said in high spirits.

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

………

At the British Army's highest command, everyone in the conference room was gloomy. The loss of Dover Port did not bode well for the current situation.

"Prime Minister, we must retake Dover, otherwise the capital will be lost."Montgomery stood up and said.

At the same time, he drew an arrow on the map, which was the flank of Dover, Folkestone Port

"My plan is to have the troops in Folkestone and Margate attack at the same time, and the Canterbury defenders in the front also take the initiative to attack. In this way, the German army will definitely not be able to stop the three-pronged attack."

From an overall point of view, there is actually nothing wrong with this three-pronged attack plan. The only problem is that the morale of the British army is low and it is impossible to fight back.

""General, I think it is safer to hold on now. The Royal Fleet has been badly damaged, and the morale of the frontline troops is low. If we fail, the defense line from Dover to the capital will be lost, and we will be the sinners of the Empire." Lord Gort looked at the map and shook his head.

"No, I don't think so. During the Battle of El Alamein, I also thought we would lose, but in the end, we still won. The German army was not as powerful as we imagined."

"Now they have not gained a firm foothold, and the logistics are still being supplied. Now is the time to attack. Once the German army has gained a firm foothold, it will be a fantasy to counterattack."Montgomery retorted that this passive defense made him unbearable.

In his opinion, instead of passively waiting for the enemy to attack, it is better to fight and maybe win.

"As you said, the morale of the frontline troops is very low, and now they need a victory to boost morale."

"You can go to the barracks and take a look around. Most of the soldiers are desperate. They have no confidence in victory. Now we take the initiative to attack. Even if we lose in the end, as long as we have a small victory, the morale of the entire army will be greatly improved."

Hearing this, Lord Gort's face turned pale. He really didn't think about the morale problem. He only thought about how to stop the German army.

"General Montgomery, you are right. I overlooked it. Lord Gort was not a stubborn person. He thought for a while and said with a sigh.

"Since we have decided to launch a counterattack, we might as well form an elite corps and eat up part of the German army before it can gain a firm foothold. This will greatly boost our morale."

Fatty Qiu, who was standing by, saw that Lord Gott also agreed to counterattack, and immediately gave his opinion:"Then prepare to launch a counterattack. You are right. The British Empire needs a victory to boost morale. In addition, I have good news for you. The Russian bear has already launched an attack on the Eastern Front, which will relieve the pressure on us."

"In addition, aid from America is on the way. As long as we hold on, we will have a steady stream of reinforcements. I believe we will be able to drive the German army into the sea."

"Yes!" The people in the meeting room finally breathed a sigh of relief and were no longer tense.

"Let's send out the 9th Armored Division this time."Looking at everyone, Fatty Qiu took a deep breath and said

"yes!"