Chapter 432

"What are they going to do at this time? Making fun of the future of the British Empire? " The adjutant couldn't believe his ears. They fought to the death in front of them, but the big guys behind them were still making the situation worse for the sake of face and mess. What's the reason?

"The reason is very simple! The first is to call the United States and let the aid and support continue; The second is to call the colonies to make India and Canada feel at ease; The third is to show the people, so that the British people at home have more confidence in the war. " Montgomery stretched out three fingers. As a general, he could see these three points. The abacus in the minds of the adults in the back would only be more powerful, while the troops in the front lost 30000 or 50000 people, which was just a number for those masters above.

Sadly, just like those soldiers fighting on the front line, they are just a piece of chess, only those soldiers can be sacrificed at any time, and the role of their own piece is greater, so that those who play chess can not bear to give up easily. And if you want to continue not to be regarded as abandoned, you have to send all the troops trained by yourself to the front line to die.

"What do we do now? Can't you find a way to get the greater Yarmouth troops back? That's 20000 people! " The adjutant asked painfully.

Montgomery waved his hand impatiently: "if I want to ensure my position, I will not even withdraw those troops, but also fill in another 20000 people! It's better to make Great Yarmouth the second Norwich. That's perfect

"General!" The adjutant was stunned and blurted out: "you can't do this."

"Yes, I know I can't do it. If I do it, the 7th army will be completely finished. If the 7th army is finished, our situation will be even more difficult." Montgomery seemed to be saying to himself, "but what can I do to keep greater Yarmouth strong for more than three days?"

Silence. All that's left of the British front command is terrible silence.

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Several British soldiers holding their hands up looked at the fallen two former comrades in arms, then at the young German platoon leader whose face was full of scars and his hands were carrying assault rifles.

"Enough! You guys, take these surrendered British soldiers to the POW camp in the back! " The door of the assault gun was opened, and the commander of the assault gun, named lard, lifted the hatch and called out to the young platoon leader.

Several German soldiers rushed to escort the terrified British soldiers who had lost their weapons to the rear. About dozens of British prisoners, Cui tou, were in a dejected row, passing the young platoon leader who was still carrying assault rifles.

"Smoking?" Lard reopened a packet of French cigarettes, took out one and handed it to his young comrade in arms. The platoon leader carried the assault rifle behind him, then took the old friend's cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"I brought 14 people, including 15 of me. They killed my men and even dared to laugh at me... "The young platoon leader said, lighting the cigarette, and then found a big stone to sit down. At this time, he brought more than a dozen soldiers, the remaining seven people all gathered around him, standing in a small circle beside him..

"Smoke!" He took his cigarettes and began to curl. Each of the seven took one, and two of them had the cheek to take two. Soon the soldiers who survived the battle began to squat together and puff. Then a few minutes later, they forgot their dead comrades and began to celebrate their victory with laughter.

Lard went back to his assault gun, looked at it, put his head out to help him guard the Gunners around him, and climbed up the low assault gun into the narrow command cabin. He sat in the position of the commander, and then looked at his men: "drive, go back to the battalion to replenish ammunition, I heard that the British have suspended the attack, I don't know what the hell they are thinking."

"We are not the generals above. It's enough to fight every encounter well." The gunner said with a smile. Their assault guns came to have a look, and then they turned the tide. This is not an accident, but the reason why elite troops can be called elite troops.

These soldiers have integrated how to fight into their souls. They can smell the danger by sniffing, and they can feel the direction of the enemy's attack by narrowing their eyes. So this assault gun gave up the simple task of shelling, and after communicating with the front-line troops, they rushed here to fight a beautiful blocking battle.

Then came the astonishing news from the headquarters of a group army. The British attack troops were surrounded by the German armored forces on both sides, and thousands of troops surrendered. Even the commander of the first armored division, the front-line commander, entered the POW camp.

If lundstedt didn't order a counterattack at this time, he would be the commander of the group army. Group A immediately launched a counterattack and surrounded the British troops attacking greater Yarmouth in the late afternoon of that day. However, due to the weather, the German air force still had no way to send out its own fighters, I can only watch my army fighting in the front line.

However, the a group army did not disappoint akkado, nor did it disappoint lundstadt. They held fast to most of their defensive positions and lost only one town, greater Yarmouth, in the rainy days.

On that day, the British Navy Queen Elizabeth shelled the German pontoon wharf, sank two German civilian fishing boats and destroyed several German coastal defense positions in the south of Buckton. And wounded a French heavy cruiser, resulting in Vichy French Navy 11 people killed, and these 11 people became Vichy France's first group of soldiers killed in World War II, is forever recorded in history.