Chapter 520： Lame 1 leg

Since the beginning of the war, the terrible cavalry has crossed the entire continent of Europe. When the hereditary warriors ride on their tall horses in armor on ships, they are majestic and invincible.

And now, when mechanized warfare arrives, the cavalry unit has finally been ruthlessly eliminated.

The war horse is tired, no matter how vigorous it is, it is now carrying a tired pace, and even when horses are running from time to time, they suddenly fall to the ground.

War horses must rest and eat forage, and they have been running for more than ten hours.

No rest, only tanks! As long as there is fuel, the tank can move on!

"Sigh..." The running horse suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. The cavalry on the horseback slammed down from above. He rolled twice on the ground. It was all mud. Fortunately, it was mud. After he fell, he was safe and sound.

His once stiff cavalry uniform is now in tatters and has long been pierced by rain. Now, the whole person will be as embarrassed as he is, and his epaulettes have also been stained by mud.

Joseph, the commander of the French First Cavalry Division, just lay down in the mud. The sky above his head was gloomy, the light rain was still pattering, and his mood was also extremely depressed.

His horse was beside him, his nostrils were still steaming, but his eyes were closed.

On the ground, there was a sound of vibrations. Unlike the vibrations of horseshoes, these vibrations were continuous.

The Germans are still catching up!

Joseph's looked at the cavalry around. They could no longer run, their horses were exhausted, and they had only one road left.

In the light rain in the distance, the figure of the tank has already appeared. The tall and mighty tank, crushing the soft mud, is moving towards this side.

"Report the number of our troops and we surrender." Joseph said. At this time, his eyes were red, and clear water came out from the corners of his eyes. I didn't know if it was rain or tears.

Once conquered the entire European continent, once allowed the Germans to surrender, now France is a complete failure.

At this time, they were only thirty kilometers away from Dunkirk.

The Panther 3 tank stopped, and the infantry mounted on the tank jumped off from above, stepped on the soft mud, holding the MP38 "submachine gun", and surrounded it.

The French can no longer run. After being chased by tank troops for two days and two nights, they finally surrendered!

After successfully accepting the surrender of the French First Cavalry Division, Rommel's heart was extremely emotional. He peeked out of the tank and looked at the misty sky around him.

The distant coastline is not visible yet, but according to the map, they are about to reach Dunkirk!

"Temporarily imprison the captured French and leave a battalion to guard them. Don't waste time!" Rommel said: "Now, our task is to continue to advance unswervingly and occupy Dunkirk!"

The diesel engine continued to roar, and Rommel could drive straight in, which was inseparable from this tank.

Just relying on the internal mailbox, there is a battery life of about 500 kilometers. If you add a large oil barrel to the rear, you can drive a full 700 kilometers!

According to the current fuel consumption, even if the supply truck behind cannot get up because the road is muddy, they can still drive all the way to Dunkirk!

When it gets there, the remaining fuel is still enough to lay down this port, and then, as long as it is a fixed fort, it is enough.

Now, it's up to whoever is the strongest to pass this muddy road first to the port of Dunkirk!

The sky is gray, and Rommel is already in control.

Paris.

Purple vetiver iris bloomed outside, and the whole air was full of refreshing floral fragrance.

For the romantic French, this fragrance is the most intoxicating.

In a intensive care unit, the chubby Churchill slowly opened his eyes and looked around. The white walls. This must be a ward. The smell of soy water, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, is another feeling. .

"Clementina, where is this place?" Churchill couldn't help but asked very moved as he looked at his wife who was accompanying the bed.

(About this wife, she is also very romantic. She used to wear a green hat for Fatty Qiu for two years, and went to the United States to hang out with bodyguards for two years. However, her family background is good and it can’t be compared. After Churchill became the Secretary of the Navy, this wife He came back and helped Churchill become prime minister.)

As for Churchill, his love history can also be written into a book. I won't say much about the hero of East China. You can search for it.

"This is Paris." Clementine said: "I flew over immediately after learning that you were ill, and I signed your surgical order."

surgery? Only then did Churchill feel a severe pain somewhere in his body. The effect of the anesthetic has passed. In addition to the pain, he also felt extremely terrible. It was that place that was emitting pain!

"What's wrong with me?" Churchill asked.

"Your disease has already occurred. In order to prevent it from spreading, the doctor removed yours." Clementine said, "The doctor only dared to operate if I got my signature."

,resection? Churchillton was angry when he said, "How could this be? Clementina You said, is it your ghost?"

Churchill's voice was a bit sharp, and he looked at his wife, already very angry.

Of course he knows his wife’s romantic past. It can be said that the two reunited because of political fate. Although Clementina was back, Churchill did not touch her body.

However, for this reason, you can't put such a bad hand on yourself! The most poisonous than a woman's heart! Churchill suddenly thought that his wife did it.

Hearing Churchill’s accountability, Clementina immediately stood up: “Winston, remember your identity. You are now the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. You are the prime minister who can lead the entire United Kingdom out of trouble! You belong to the British people. Hope! Don’t lose your sanity because of your illness! Roosevelt is still lame, not the same as president? You just lame a leg."

It's okay if the middle leg is lame. Anyway, it's a lot of age, and there is no need for that. Now Churchill must protect this secret instead of caring about it!

Clementine was still sober at this time.