Episode 263: The Road to Destruction (5)
"It's time to go!"
"I'm going to help gentlemen! Hurry!"
Patton decided to deploy the two divisions he had set aside as rear reserves to help Montgomery.
However, as soon as he gave the order to dispatch, problems arose everywhere.
"Hey, what are you doing? "Why are you moving?"
"Sergeant, this thing isn't moving."
"what?"
"I think the engine is broken!"
Sherman tanks, especially the jumbo Sherman, whose weight had been increased to the limit, had no trouble moving, but the Pershing tanks, which were sent to England before the engine problem was solved, were different.
As soon as the engine was started, a number of tanks broke down and spread.
"What are we going to do if this guy, who is already so slow, even loses his engine?"
The tank crews were angry.
Even just moving to the defense line, more than half of the Pershing tanks had problems, so maintenance crews were on hand to repair them, and they barely arrived at their destination.
Considering that the Sherman tanks that started out the same way did not suffer any problems until they reached the defensive line, the Pershing's reliability was usually not at a serious level.
"This worked out perfectly. "I can't fix it here."
"What do we do now?"
"What should I do? What should I do?" "I have to leave it to the maintenance guys."
Pershings that had engine trouble were taken to the maintenance company for repair. Since the situation was urgent, the more mobile Shermans moved first instead of the Pershing tanks.
The distance from the US military camp to the British military operational area was not that far.
However, the speed of the German army's advance was faster than the American army expected, and the British army's will to fight was lower than the American and German army's expectations.
"Lieutenant. The Jerrys are coming!"
"Get down. "Don't even breathe until they pass."
"yes?"
"I don't have a bazooka or anything, so how can I fight a tank? Anyway, if we just stay still, they won't know anything. So everyone just shut up."
Even if we fight, how much can we stop the Jerrys? 5 minutes? 10 minutes? The price is annihilation. There was no need to worry about what to choose.
The war is lost anyway. Even if I fought bravely, I wouldn't be able to win, so it was important to survive. If you survive, you can do anything, but if you die, it's over.
Even the British soldiers who somehow found the courage to fight the Germans were often pushed back as if they were being swept away by the waves. Poor weapons and even poorer morale could not stop the waves of steel.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
Hearing the clear engine sound of the German Panther, the British soldiers broke into a cold sweat and prepared for the upcoming battle.
"Prepare to fire anti-tank guns!"
"You must hit it with one hit."
Most of the officers giving orders were young, but the soldiers receiving their orders were either too young or too old compared to the officers.
Some were conscripted in a hurry, so instead of wearing military uniforms, they were wearing civilian clothes and only home guard armbands.
They had once enlisted with the pride of protecting their country from the Huns, but the successive defeats and the shocking death of the king instantly robbed them of any remaining patriotism and morale.
Now they no longer fight out of patriotism. They were just fighting to extend their lifespan a little longer.
"Damn it. "When are the Yankees coming?"
"Do you understand? "I guess I got caught in a traffic jam on the way."
"Fuck you. "We are all dead now."
The soldiers, who had been waiting for support from the U.S. military, cursed the U.S. soldiers who could not even see their noses, the German soldiers in front of them, and Churchill, who had driven them to their deaths.
"firing!"
As the German tank approached, the 6-Pounder spewed fire from its muzzle.
Even in the dark, the gunner managed to hit the enemy tank, but the armor-piercing bullet skidded without penetrating the armor.
The soldiers sighed involuntarily at that sight.
"It's Tommy in front. "Franz, blow it up with a grenade."
"All right!"
The Panther's 75mm gun burst into flames and grenades fell into the trench, sending the soldiers flying into the air.
The 6-pounder sparked fire again, but the result was a ricochet once again. This time, we used armor-piercing bullets with high penetrating power rather than ordinary armor-piercing bullets.
-Quaang!
The Panther fired again, and the 6-pounder's operators were wiped out. The infantrymen in the trenches fired their machine guns with the mindset that whatever would happen would happen.
Naturally, the Lewis light machine gun did not cause any damage to the Panther. At best, the operator holding the MG40 was irritated and said that the light of the tracer bullet was dazzling him.
The Home Guard member holding the Lewis light machine gun became a beehive and collapsed, bleeding red from every hole in his body.
The middle-aged sergeant shouted for anyone to grab the machine gun and shoot, but no one dared to step forward.
After the tanks passed through the trenches, the infantry charged. Realizing that there was no hope, the soldiers immediately threw away their guns and raised their hands.
"You idiots! Fight! Fight! "Selling my country to the Jerrys-"
A gunshot rang out, and the officer who was yelling at the soldiers to fight fell down. The soldier who put a bullet in the back of the officer's head muttered.
"Fuck you, fuck you. "If you're going to fight, then fight yourself."
The officer was already dead and could not fight the Germans. Fearing that the enemy might misunderstand, his soldier hurriedly threw away his gun and raised his hands like everyone else.
"Don't shoot! "I surrender!"
***
The Belgian and Dutch armies fought surprisingly hard.
I fought hard.
-Kang!
"Haha! You idiots, shoot me a hundred days. "I will throw everything away."
The 2-pounder fired by the Belgian army bounced off Hatcher's front armor.
The Hatcher's gunner calmly moved the gun and fired a grenade in the direction from which the flash came. The anti-tank artillery soon fell silent.
The heavily armored Hetcher was a formidable opponent, but the Allied forces were more afraid of the Vulkan grenade launcher.
Although it does not have the firepower of a 75mm shell, much less has the armor-piercing ability, there is no weapon more effective against infantry.
The German army mounted the Vulkan on an infantry armored vehicle and fired a barrage of 40mm grenades as it advanced. Every time a grenade exploded, pieces of lost flesh and bone splattered to the ground.
The Boise anti-tank rifle, which the British army gave to the Belgian army as a courtesy, burst into flames.
The bullet hit the front of Sd.Kfz 251. The armored vehicle that was hit by the bullet stopped, but the grenade launcher gunner changed the magazine and fired again without showing any signs of panic.
Just as the anti-tank rifle gunner was aiming at the grenade launcher gunner and was about to pull the trigger, a bright orange stream of flame flew out.
If the distance had been close, he would have been killed instantly, but because the distance was vaguely far, the anti-tank rifle shooter could not be killed instantly and his body caught fire.
"Kyaaaaa!!!"
The Belgian soldier rolled on the ground and screamed as his whole body burned.
Salamanders and Flammpanzerwagens (flammpanzerwagens) equipped with flamethrowers, Sd.Kfz 251/16, were just as fearful to the Allied forces as the Vulkan.
The flamethrower tank, which spewed flames from its muzzle like a mythical dragon, was like a devil from hell to the infantry.
The notoriety of flamethrower vehicles was so famous that some soldiers lost their will to fight and ran away or surrendered just by the appearance of flamethrowers.
The poor defense line, composed of Belgian, Dutch, and Home Guard veterans, was quickly broken through.
The German army, like an angry rhinoceros, advanced at high speed, as it had done in France three years earlier, breaking through all the obstacles that stood in its way.
"Break through the 33rd Division's defense line! "The Germans are advancing!"
"Contact with the Belgian and Dutch troops has also been lost!"
It was difficult to distinguish the reports from the staff with their faces darkened from the screams.
Now, even at the 8th Army headquarters, the engine sounds of German tanks could be heard. At the same time, the German soldiers shouting 'hurray'.
To Montgomery, the Hurra sound shouted by German soldiers under the hallucinatory effects of Morel pills felt like the cries of the dead from the underworld.
A lieutenant communicating with American troops reported that reinforcements sent by Patton had made contact with German troops.
But Montgomery prepared to leave regardless of that report. He had no time to delay.
Even if the gunfire heard from the front was the sound of German and American troops engaging in combat, if some German troops ignored the American troops and advanced straight here, Montgomery and his staff would become prisoners.
Although he was losing the war, Montgomery did not want to become a prisoner of the enemy.
"Damn it. "I'm being chased by Jerrys."
How could he, an honorable general of the British Army, run away for fear of becoming a prisoner of the enemy?
It was truly a shameful thing to do, but the option of remaining at headquarters was too risky.
Following Montgomery's orders, cooks, military police, and administrative soldiers entered the sloppy trenches they had roughly dug with field shovels to prepare for combat with the Germans.
They were given the enormous task of following Montgomery's orders and fighting to the last. But looking at the soldiers' expressions, it didn't look like they would fight for very long.
"Go quickly."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
As soon as Montgomery got into the Daimler Dingo reconnaissance armored vehicle, the driver drove off at full speed.
Three Bren gun carriers ran together to cover Montgomery and his staff, but the tankettes, armed only with Bren light machine guns, did not seem to be of much help.
As he drove down the road, Montgomery thought about arrogance.
Not only did I feel humiliated, but I never thought I could win this war.
Let's admit what we have to admit. The war was lost. Unless Hitler was suddenly assassinated one day and a civil war broke out in Germany, there was no way for Britain to survive.
If they flee to Canada and form a government in exile, they will be able to continue the legacy of the traditional British government.
No matter how good the flying and crawling jerrys are, it would be nearly impossible to cross the Atlantic Ocean and hit the American continent.
But that was also true in Britain.
Even in a situation where we joined forces with the United States, the country was about to be taken over by the Huns. When will we be able to land again on the island of Britain and drive out the German army?
It was heartbreaking to think that I could spend the rest of my life in Canada, not Britain, and never set foot on this land again.
As I was thinking about that and becoming depressed, I suddenly heard an unfamiliar engine noise coming from the front.
This sound could not be...
"Oh, they are German soldiers!!"
The driver screamed. Two German Puma armored vehicles were chasing from a distance.
Upon spotting the British military vehicle, the Puma stopped maneuvering and slowly turned its turret.
Although the British army had greater numbers, they had no means of destroying armored vehicles. Sparks poured out from the Puma's 50mm gun.
"Keuheuk!"
The Brengun carrier that was hit by a stray bullet was destroyed, and flaming fragments flew out in all directions. A splinter shaped like a gear flew away, leaving a long gash on Montgomery's cheek.
"Speed up!"
"It's already at full speed!"
"Turn left, no, turn right!"
The driver did as Montgomery instructed and turned to the right. However, because the direction was changed too quickly, the vehicle lost its balance.
Two wheels of the armored vehicle left the ground and rose into the air. The vehicle overturned, and Montgomery was ejected from the impact and rolled on the rain-soaked ground.
The beret on his head flew to the other side, and his arm broke, causing the bone to protrude through his skin.
Pain beyond imagination struck Montgomery. But despite the terrible pain, Montgomery did not forget the need to escape.
He held on to his shaky arms with protruding bones and struggled to move his legs. But he soon felt pain in his legs and had no choice but to sit down.
"Oh my, this is such a mess...!"
Fucking Jerry bastards. Montgomery crawled around, swearing and cursing all kinds of foul language in his mind.
His body continued to scream, but the only thing on his mind was to run.
He hoped the darkness would hide him from the enemy's sight. However, Montgomery's presence was discovered by the Germans due to a fire that broke out when his vehicle was destroyed.
The German commander at first thought it was just a corpse. But when I looked closely, I saw that the body was moving.
"That bastard is trying to trick us. "Do you know someone with cross eyes?"
I wanted to blow it to pieces with a thick 50mm cannonball, but one cannonball per infantryman was not profitable. A co-axial machine gun would be adequate.
Hitler's chainsaw mounted on the turret spewed out bullets.
Tommy didn't move anymore.
British Army Lieutenant General Bernard Law Montgomery died in the land of his birth.
***
"It's King Tiger! Fuck you, it's King Tiger!"
There was no problem with the Tiger, but it was a different story with the Tiger II, which was armed with heavier armor than the Tiger and a high-firepower main gun.
Unlike the Super Seomyeon, which had good firepower but poor armor, and the Jumbo Sherman, which had good armor but poor firepower, Pershing's tankers, who had both decent armor and firepower, were astonished when the Tiger II appeared.
"Stop whining. Let's trust 90mm."
The tank commander's voice was trembling as he said that. But just because the enemy is strong, you can't just tremble like a scared mutt.
The gunner pushed an armor-piercing round into the chamber, and the gunner aimed at the front of the enemy tank.
"Are you finished aiming?"
"yes!"
"Then shoot!"
The 90mm tank gun retreated, spitting out golden shells. The gunner stepped on the launch pedal with a prayerful feeling.
God, please make that damn Jerry a whole roast. If that happens, I have no wish.
But God did not listen to his prayers. The 90mm armor-piercing round could pierce the front of the Panther and Tiger, but could not penetrate the armor of the Tiger II.
Although the Tiger II's 120mm 55-degree sloped armor (210mm) had slightly lower defensive power than the actual Tiger II's 150mm 50-degree sloped armor (230mm), it was able to block the US military's 90mm M3 tank gun without difficulty. The same goes for the 215mm armor on the front of the turret.
"It's time to avenge our comrades!"
"For His Excellency the Führer, fire!"
Tiger II tank crews aimed at the ambushed Pershing and fired their main guns.
Even the Pershing, which could block the Panther's 75mm gun depending on the distance and angle, could not withstand the Tiger II's 88/71.
"Confirmed defeat!"
"The Yankees are roasting a whole pig."
The German tank crews laughed heartily as they saw the Pershing burning brightly with a hole in its turret.
Even the Jumbo Sherman, which had reinforced armor to the level of a heavy tank, failed to shine in front of the Tiger II.
There was no need to mention the Super Sherman. In front of 88/71, all tanks were equal.
Panther II, which had less defense than Tiger II, also had the upper hand in the battle with Pershing.
If hit by the turret, the Panther II was dangerous, but if it was hit by the front of the hull, the Panther II could easily defend against the Pershing's 90mm main gun.
In addition, because the main gun was loaded with the same items as the Tiger II, it penetrated all parts of the Pershing without any problems.
-Quaang!
"Fire!"
A shell that penetrated Pershing's armor caused a fire in the tank. Once a fire breaks out inside the tank, all the tank crews can do is abandon the tank and escape.
"Everyone hurry..."
As the tank commander, who was the first to escape, was trying to urge the crew remaining on the tank to escape, a bullet fired from the Panther II passed through his temple.
German tanks mercilessly fired machine guns at American tankers escaping from the burning tank.
The escaping tank soldiers became a beehive and were spread out around the tank.
If the tank was not completely destroyed, there was at least a chance to escape, but if the tank exploded upon penetration, there was no time to escape.
"From Löwe to Adler. "We have just broken through the front line."
-This is Adler. To Löwe, advance until you run out of fuel. Heil Hitler.
"Heil Hitler."
Episode 264: The Road to Destruction (6)
"It's urgent! "They say the headquarters of the British 8th Army has just been attacked by German troops!"
"Command headquarters?"
Patton asked back in surprise. The headquarters was attacked and not anywhere else. It was never thought to be something that could happen in modern warfare.
"What about Montgomery? Dead or alive?"
"I quickly went to the rear with my staff before the headquarters was attacked… … They say they retreated. After that, we lost contact."
It was none of his business whether Montgomery, who was the food of choice, died or not, but at least Patton knew that it would not be good for the allies if he died now.
If the German army invaded the headquarters, the British army would already be on the verge of collapse or had already collapsed.
Now that the British army on the flanks has collapsed, it will only be a matter of time before the German army surrounds our army.
Patton gritted his teeth.
"Retreat. "Right now, to the entire army-"
"The 3rd Armored Division has collapsed!"
As soon as Patton opened his mouth, an urgent report came that a hole had been opened in the room.
"The 2nd Infantry Division near the 3rd Armored Division has also been breached!"
"Your Excellency, just now-"
"… .."
Then, like dominoes, reports poured in that something had been breached and that support was being requested. Patton slammed his hand into a fist on the table.
Damn it. I never thought Jerry would be this fast.
Our divisions at the front were too late. Even if we order them to retreat now, it won't change the outcome. Even the units that could be saved had to be saved.
"Everyone pack your bags. This place will be breached soon. To the front divisions... … "Tell them to stick to their position until the end."
"If we do that, we will be surrounded by Jerrys."
Patton closed his eyes tightly at the chief of staff's words.
"I know. But it's too late to save them all. "If we give them an order to retreat, an even greater disaster will occur."
"… … All right."
Patton felt sick. He had no idea that he would be willing to be the bait for the sons of the United States and give them orders to hold them back.
But if we didn't do that, more soldiers would lose their lives.
A cow must be sacrificed for the greater good.
That's why Patton gave the order while coughing up blood. The chief of staff seemed to have guessed Patton's feelings and did not ask any more questions.
***
August 9, 1943
Buckhill, England
"There is no such thing as hell."
At the catcher's words, Pool nodded with a wry smile.
"If there is hell, this would be hell."
The battlefield was a mess. The front line had already collapsed, and each unit was scattered and fighting for its life against the Jerrys in a battlefield that had become a mess.
Sherman of Poole managed to hide behind a farmhouse. Sherman, who was running desperately to find a place to hide, was hit in the side by a shell and burst into flames.
Soon, a huge explosion occurred, several times larger than the tank itself, sending the turret flying into the air. The ammunition exploded.
The Panther that defeated Sherman slowly approached.
The turret was turned diagonally rather than forward, as if to be careful to see if there was an ambush nearby.
Pool did not miss the guy and ordered the gunner to take aim.
"Are you finished loading?"
"It's done!"
"Fire!"
-Cow!
The 76mm main gun spewed fire and hit the Panther with an armor-piercing round. However, after checking the results, Pool briefly cursed.
The armor-piercing bullet clearly hit the Panther's side, but failed to penetrate the armor due to the angle.
However, the Panther tank commander must have been startled by the fact that he was hit by a shell, so he hurriedly set off a smoke bomb and retreated.
"Do you want one more shot?"
"it's okay. "Even if you shoot it when you can't see it, it's a waste of shells."
The grass decided to target another guy. There were still more than twenty grenades left, but there were only four armor-piercing shells left.
Therefore, each step had to be taken carefully. Even though infantrymen could be dealt with with machine guns, it was difficult to deal with tanks with grenades.
Pool checked to see if there were any surviving steps in the company, just in case. But no matter how much I called, no voice answered his call.
The only voices that were occasionally heard were the screams of those who had been hit and were escaping, desperately seeking help, or those whose bodies were on fire or whose legs were cut off by shells.
"Shit."
Poole intuitively realized that escaping from here and joining the main force was just a delusion.
With German troops everywhere, his best options were to surrender when he ran out of ammunition, or to surrender now.
Still, the German military complies with the Geneva Conventions, so they will not capture, torture or execute him and his subordinates who were captured.
But Pool didn't want to do that. Of course, he didn't think about the Oksae (玉碎), but he had no intention of becoming a prisoner of the enemy, at least with his ammunition left.
I planned to fight as hard as I could without embarrassing the American flag, and then surrender when it became impossible to fight any longer.
"Enemy tanks ahead! "It's him from earlier!"
The Panther, which had retreated after being hit by a 76mm shell a little while ago, approached with its main gun pointed straight ahead.
Poole planned to fire a cannonball at the Panther's side at the moment it passed in front of him.
"… … What is this guy? "Why aren't you coming?"
However, when the Panther stopped moving and stood still for a while, Poole felt puzzled.
Could it be that they are afraid of the enemy ambushing them and cannot move quickly? At this time, the Panther's turret slowly rotated and the main gun pointed downward.
"hey! "Right now I-"
Just as Pul, who felt ominous, was about to shout to the driver to advance, a flash of light emitted from the Panther's main gun.
***
"Sergeant. Are you out of your mind?"
"… … ???"
When Grass opened his eyes, what caught his eye was a soldier with a face he had never seen staring down at him. Looking at the red cross mark on the helmet on his head, it was clear that he was a medic.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt a hot sensation in my legs. I didn't feel any pain thanks to the morphine injected to relieve the pain. But for some reason, I felt like one of my legs was weak.
When Pool raised his head and looked at his legs, he could see that his legs were noticeably shorter than he remembered.
"You'd better take it easy. Well, I'll come back later."
Before Pool could open his mouth, the medic left to tend to another patient. Pool looked around.
To his left and right, wounded soldiers in the same situation were lying like corpses, with bloody bandages wrapped somewhere on their bodies.
A soldier wearing a Red Cross armband walked around and checked the condition of wounded American soldiers lying in hospital beds. Poole's eyes fell on the two lightning bolt marks on the medic's lapel.
Pool, who raised his head and made eye contact with the SS corporal, stared at him blankly, unable to say anything due to the sudden situation.
The German medic looked at the other wounded soldiers to see if they were used to such gazes.
Pool, who had finally figured out the situation, sighed and laid his head on the pillow.
His war was now over.
***
August 13, 1943
glasgow england
When news arrived that the British 8th Army had disintegrated in the air and the American forces had suffered a crushing blow and retreated, the British had now completely lost hope.
To make matters worse, Buckhill's Allied forces were the last elite forces remaining in England.
Compared to the beginning of the war, they cannot be called elite, but they were still like that in England in 1943.
Two days later, the defenses at Buckhill collapsed and Edinburgh was taken.
At the recommendation of Army Group A commander Wilhelm List, Edinburgh was declared an undefended city six hours before the German army entered.
The German army took over the city without shedding a single drop of blood, and the citizens of Edinburgh began to live with the new occupying force.
On the same day, three German divisions landed in Aberdeen.
The German army that landed in Aberdeen began to advance south, defeating the British army consisting of the Home Guard.
And the Germans were now targeting Glasgow.
The German army, which had advanced to Glasgow in the blink of an eye, leisurely poured artillery fire on Glasgow.
Every time the German artillery fired fire, the soldiers and citizens on the streets of Glasgow fell to their knees. Then, trembling, I prayed to God.
Oh God. Please look down on this lamb.
Churchill rejected Attlee's earnest request to go to Canada. Attlee asked, his complexion as pale as a corpse.
"Why? "Prime Minister, even if you stay here, the only thing that will return to you is death."
"Still, the honor remains."
Churchill said with a bitter smile.
honor. Although he lacked the slightest sense of responsibility, at least he was afraid that his name and that of the Churchill family would remain forever in history and be painted with insults.
He declared that he would remain in London and die with London, and he is a laughingstock enough just to be alive, so he goes all the way to Canada?
Churchill's two letters will remain in people's memories as a source of teasing for a lifetime.
Therefore, Churchill refused to leave Glasgow despite the dissuasion and pleas of his ministers. He insisted on remaining in the city.
Knowing Churchill's firm resolve, Attlee and Eden shook hands with him for the last time with solemn faces.
"We are going. "I hope you are okay."
"Please be careful when you go to Canada. "Don't forget to send a postcard when you arrive."
Brooke, who was exhausted from always taking Churchill's lead and rejecting his absurd orders with euphemisms, still met with Churchill one last time and once again recommended him to go to Canada.
"Mr Prime Minister. "Your Excellency, if you die here, it will be of no benefit to the British Empire."
"Do you think I don't know that? This is purely for the honor of my family. "Should the Churchill family's honor fall further from here?"
I guess you know. Brooke sighed inwardly. I wish he had realized this a little sooner.
If that were the case, Britain's fate could certainly have changed.
Although it was inevitable that all of Europe would fall into Germany's territory and the declining empire would eventually fall under Germany's sphere of influence, the process would not have been as bloody and disastrous as it is now.
Perhaps, it could have served as a bridgehead for Europe's only liberal democracy with support from the United States without exposing Britain's shame.
'… … Well, that's it.'
Brooke stood up and saluted Churchill. Then he turned and left the room.
Since the British government had decided to abandon Britain, further battles were meaningless, but Churchill still ordered the entire army to do its best to engage the enemy.
We had to stop the German army's advance north as much as possible so that at least one more friendly soldier and citizen could leave for Canada.
Churchill savored his cigar while listening to the sound of German heavy grenade shells landing on the ceiling. He then fiddled with the Webley revolver he had prepared for his final moments.
A silver-plated Webley revolver holds six bullets. Churchill only needed one bullet, but he had six bullets ready.
"You can reload later."
Churchill smiled faintly and sucked on his cigar again.
***
It was safe to say that Britain was now ruined.
With the remaining elite troops destroyed and even Patton's U.S. army defeated, there was no longer any hope for Britain.
As if they knew it, key members of the British government fled to Canada. At the front, a line of British soldiers surrendered.
"Over Aberdeen landing. Currently moving south. "Resistance from the British army is minimal."
"Within this month, Britain will be completely subjugated to our forces."
The faces of the generals, confident of victory, were overflowing with composure every day. Just looking at the citizens of Berlin, the atmosphere was as peaceful and relaxed as before the war.
Still, just in case, the light control system is being maintained, but some voices are saying that it might be possible to lift it soon.
The British Air Force was wiped out, so is there any need to maintain light control?
"It's an exhibition, so it's important not to let go of your nerves, but shouldn't you show confidence sometimes? "If we maintain blackout control until the end of the war, the British may later spread the word that they were afraid of the British Air Force."
Gallant, a leading proponent of lifting the blackout system, said. If the man in charge of Germany's air defense says something like this, you can trust it.
Both Göring and Richthofen said that the Royal Air Force no longer exists at this point... … .
Who would have imagined that in real history, the British Air Force, which prevented the Nazis from winning World War II and made a huge contribution to the Allied victory, would actually walk the same path that the German Air Force took.
"Mr. President. I'll report it to you. "In Portugal, our agent succeeded in contacting the Duke of Windsor's informant."
"oh! "I was waiting to see when it would arrive, but it went well."
Even if Britain is conquered, in order to rule it, it must be ruled indirectly through British people who are friendly to Germany.
Because England is not the Czech Republic or Poland.
Therefore, I nominated Mosley and other key BUF executives as ministers of the new British government, but chose the former King Edward VIII of the Bahamas and the current Duke of Windsor as the person who would take on the most important role as the British king.
The problem was that the Bahamas were far away, so it was urgent to contact him and find out Germany's plans, but Schellenberg explained that we succeeded in passing on our proposal by contacting Edward VIII's informant in SD.
Since he was famous for his pro-German tendencies, he would definitely respond to the offer to be restored as King of England.
Although he is pro-German, he was once the King of England and his image among the people is not that bad, so if he were to be made King of England again, it would be much easier to rule England.
And one more thing, Churchill is said to still be in Glasgow.
Attlee, Eden, Dowding, Brooke, other cabinet ministers and generals left for Canada, but Churchill remained in Glasgow.
Since he had previously said he would stay in London but then fled to Glasgow, I ignored it this time as I thought it might be British propaganda, but based on the information I gathered, it seemed to be real this time.
"Mr. President. "Why not carry out the operation this time?"
Hess gave me this mantra at dinner: I said, realizing what operation Hess was talking about.
"If it's that operation… … But is there any possibility? "I'm worried that we might be wasting precious power in vain, even though the war is almost over."
"Mr. President. So you have to do it right now. "If we mess around and lose Churchill once again, it will be a huge loss for Germany, and if Churchill is still alive, he will continue to plan war."
"That's right, Mr. President. "Isn't the reason why the Friedental Unit was created in the first place to mobilize it for operations like this?"
"The morale of SS Lieutenant Colonel Skorzeny and the members of the Friedental Task Force is high. "If we put them in an operation right now, they will do just fine."
Brauchitsch, Göring, and Keitel each added a word of help.
"… … "Is it really possible?"
"of course. Doesn't SS Lieutenant Colonel Skorzeny already have a history of capturing the Balkan villain Tito? "I'm sure he will do it."
If you say it that way, then what?
"Good. "Then let's give it a try."
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