I became Stalin chapter 47
‘Oh, I’ll bring a mammoth.’
Rommel and Lützens stood in the boat of Tirpitz, the gunship of the fleet, and looked at the coast of the British Isle in front of them. Rommel deeply missed the mammoth.
For the deception operation, he secretly left for his subordinate who looked like him—the band was actually a worker in a military boots factory from the outskirts of Vienna—and left behind the mission to march on a mammoth, but he missed the cozy car.
You mean the British are good at making cars?
“Now it’s time for the Royal Air Force guys to come to meet you… you mean?”
As if Luciens was awkward, he spoke softly. Rommel just nodded. The distance between the British and German-occupied France was so close that Britain was within sight of the port of Brest in the north of France.
No carrier cover was needed. Land-launched aircraft were already in the process of destroying the coastline and defense positions along the coast.
Churchill’s cabinet had already lost public trust. When a certain yellow press reported that Gibraltar and Alexandria could not be prevented from being captured and deceived by a deceptive operation, the newspapers all dictated the article as if it were a trumpet.
“German spies in the cabinet”
“Prime Minister Churchill, is it dementia? incompetent?>
All sorts of articles were created in the brains of journalists and adorned the page. The people did not believe it all, but they did not deny it all.
It’s just Churchill’s fault, Churchill’s wrong judgment, so I couldn’t even eat properly and came to the beach like I was protecting the empty beach! just think that Even that wasn’t a mistake at all.
“Do you want to appear because I say it?”
From there, I could see a hurricane and a spitfire quickly closing the distant distance. The Luftwaffe’s Bf109 and Bf110 also crossed the horizon and were approaching with a bang. At first glance, it seemed that there were far more aircraft coming from behind.
Marshal Göring conducted the sporadic airstrikes against Britain very effectively.
In fact, rather than that, the air force commanders he selected did a good job. Whoever it was, Marshal Göring rolled as much as he could with his fat belly full of greed, pouring out enormous support for the Air Force, and his men made the most of the opportunity with joyful screams.
Thanks to that, Rommel, who successfully finished all of Africa and the Mediterranean, only sues.
It was only pitiful for the top class of the army, who was dragged to the Eastern Front and ate the remaining resources from the navy and air force to the British Expeditionary Force, which were still lacking.
‘Actually, I’m not very pitiful…’
To be honest, it wasn’t really that bad. The Prussian Junker masters, who had attached the phone letter, chattered about their careers and the honor of their families. Frederick the Great blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blaming Emperor Wilhelm blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blazing Hindenburg… You bastards!
In the end, it was he who came from a commoner and didn’t even go to war school to hold the baton. Ah, I wanted to see the faces of the generals who wentssip about giving the enemy a stick to the guy who went to fight with the toe people in Africa.
And the SS soldier who put a pistol in the mouth of the old Rundstedt!
Damn it, once I meet that soldier, I will give you a special promotion to the 2nd or 3rd rank with the authority of Your Marshal.
And I will always carry it with me as an escort. Whenever I’m in a bad mood, I relax while listening to the story of putting a pistol in the mouth of Rundstedt.
“Everyone! In battle stance!”
Luciens seemed to be giving orders while he wasn’t paying attention. The fleet’s beacon flashed, and a broadcast rang out from the bridge, commanding to go into battle stance.
Rommel, startled in vain, slipped and grabbed the railing. When Lucens glanced at him, Rommel, involuntarily embarrassed, exclaimed loudly as if nothing had happened.
“Oh, the wind is cool!”
Battleships and cruisers launched salvos. Pillars of sand that were clearly visible even from a distance rose up. Anti-aircraft artillery fires flashed at fighters and bombers, and the fleet’s main guns continued to fire.
From the point of view of the army officer Rommel, such bombardment support was not something he had experienced much.
A 5-inch cannon, that is, 12.7 cm in terms of army standards. This level of artillery was a heavy artillery operated under direct control by divisions or corps artillery units, but the Navy used 5-inch guns only from destroyers.
When it reached the 52-caliber 38cm main gun operated by Tirpitz, it was hardly found in the army or was barely used in the entire army. The Admiral Hipper class 20.3 cm, Bismarck class 38 cm, and the dizzying cannons poured overwhelming bombardment on the British coast.
As the shore drew near, amphibious assault ships with tanks and troops began to advance from the ranks of the fleet. The fleet that will provide bombardment support pours firepower at a distance from the shore, breaks through the shore in an instant and secures port facilities, so that a full-scale landing is possible.
The main force of the 1st wave of the landing force was heading towards Portsmouth. The port facilities in the region were sufficient to unload large numbers of troops and supplies, and the proximity to the French coast made it the best German target. The ‘prefabricated port’ facility built directly by the President of the Republic of Korea was also followed, so the troops arriving in the second wave could be safely put down.
And from Portsmouth to London, it is only 100km away, and if you run through the Panzer Division, you can block London in an instant.
The British Isle’s army to stop this was poor, and the most elite veterans of the African corps scoffed.
“You can do this with your eyes closed!”
They said that this was simple enough for them to conquer the two continents, and they were full of confidence. The latest tanks assigned by the Führer were not as highly maneuverable as they were, but they were capable of piercing the heart of England by marching about 100 km.
Destroy Portsmouth to the last remnants of the British Army that had captured London and shattered it. We will sweep the Isle of Britain and fly the German flag at Buckingham Palace!
It will pay back the defeat in the last battle by literally multiplying it. As if he had repaid what he suffered at Versailles. Rommel’s teeth were sharply sharpened. Years of humiliation, ah! Those long years of submission and disgrace.
“Now… a counterattack!”
The British forces on the coastline fought a heroic decisive battle.
And now is not the age of heroes, they died and entered the ranks of heroes. The ‘Coastal Fortress’, which had been neglected for some time due to problems with the supply and administrative system, was shattered in front of the Japanese artillery fire of dozens of battleships. with those who were inside.
Nevertheless, the remnant bravely resisted. Some of them had held guns in Daejeon last year, and some were middle-aged men old enough to see their grandchildren, but they were equally motivated to keep those filthy fascist troops from stepping on this land.
Old carbines and Enfield rifles, at least the American Browning heavy machine gun, were their weapons against battleship guns and the Nazi’s newest Panther V tank.
Very few people surrendered. Because there were few who could surrender. In the air battle, the British fighters were brutally defeated.
German ground attack aircraft, Stukas, fired machine-gun fire on the shoreline, and the tanks advancing under the cover directly fired high explosives and machine-gun shells at the Torchka. Even if they surrendered, the British troops were torn apart so much that they would have been worse off dead.
“Damn! How do you deal with that!”
Many of the remaining British Army “wreckage” were scattered across the country to quell protests across the country.
Only the remnants of the remaining rubble could be reinforced to stop the massacre on the southern coast. But they lacked a lot.
“Anti-tank gun! Give me an anti-tank gun!”
The Tung, two-pound anti-tank gun was disappointingly hit and bounced off the tank. The heavy monster tanks fired high explosives in the direction of the anti-tank guns, and that was enough.
The British army lacked anti-tank firearms to counter tanks. There were almost no mechanized echelons capable of stopping high-speed bypass maneuvers and sieges.
The British fighters, who had been driven out desperately, returned with more aircraft once again, but the newly landed fleet first deployed 8,8 cm anti-aircraft guns to the ground to block them.
The versatile 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun showed its true value here as well. It was good to shoot at the sky, and it was good to shoot at the enemy troops and the torch car. It wasn’t a very good target, but it was enough to break their will to fight with the overwhelming superiority of firepower.
In terms of mentality, the Axis was overwhelmingly superior. The boys of the Hitler Youth of the 6th SS Division had no hesitation in driving bullets and bayonet into the chest of the British army with the same hands that had been given candy and chocolate until yesterday.
Profanity and mad battle cries erupted from his mouth, which had sang the military song innocently.
“Long live the Führer! Long live the German Empire!
“Glory to the Aryans! For the Führer!!!”
“Damn… those little guys…”
To the extent that the veterans who were listening were frightened. What made them like that? When they arrived at the answer that they were themselves, the veterans themselves were tainted with guilt and madness.
The Italians, who have always been regarded as drugs, have not, at least not now.
The Paul Gore Airborne Division, which consisted of the best veterans who have endured throughout Africa, the Ariete Panzer Division, and the Versalieri Division, which increased the Versalieri regiment, these three divisions were united with a sense of competition for each other and against the Germans. .
No matter who went ahead, the division commanders secretly encouraged the competition, and the corps commander even offered a reward to induce an active advance.
Although fortunately they landed in the area of least resistance, it was the 2nd Battalion of the Folgore Airborne Division that first took control of the port facilities at Portsmouth.
Perhaps they could not give up decorating on the battlefield, they wore black shirts that symbolize the Italian fascist party under their uniforms and pressed down the paratroopers’ berets, and hung up the division flag of the Paul Gore Airborne Division at the port management office.
“Waah ah ah ah ah!”
As the Axis shouts rang out, the British soldiers looked back hopefully and lost their morale. A group of troops waving the flags of the fascist kingdom of Italy and the parachute flags of the Folgore Division were standing everywhere and shouting.
The enemies in front of you are just the tip of the iceberg. The fear of being under siege eroded his valor.
Some who lost their valor surrendered. Some, who lost their rational judgment, entered a frenzied decisive battle.
“Damn you fascists!!”
A British soldier, who had been shouting and sharpening his machine guns, was shot and turned into a corpse rolling in a trench. The timid surrendered with their hands raised high, but the Hitler Youth soldier – who had just lost an ally – pierced his chest with a bayonet.
When stabbed in the chest, a person cannot breathe and cannot even scream. Blood gushed out like a fountain as if the bayonet had stabbed an artery, but the youthful soldier covered in blood screamed with blood as if he were a Berserker of Norse mythology.
In the course of youth education, they were educated on old Norse myths instead of traditional Catholic or Protestant beliefs. In the hearts of those who were not yet mature, the Führer became Odin, the god, and they became Berserkers and Einherjars fighting for the gods on earth.
And in my heart, I thought that Revensraum, the land kingdom of the Aryans, would come, and under the guidance of the Valkyries, the heavenly Valhalla would be promised. This perception was secretly encouraged among youth soldiers and spread widely.
“Hurray for the Führer!”
“Long live the Führer!!!”
Like a conditional reflex, the surrounding youth soldiers responded with thunderous cries. Long live the gunnery! Long live the German Empire! Glory to the Aryans!
The Italian soldiers looked at them disgustingly, but soon forgot and marched.
First of all, I had to get ahead of that damn Lombard bastard, the stinky Neapolitan chicken, or the frozen Emilia-Romagna bastard.
“Italians! Advance! Advance!”
The technicians who were to take control of the port facilities were carefully transferred to the most heavily armored vehicles. If they take over the port a day late, our troops will arrive a day late. And one more day, the blood of allies is splattered in vain.
As if firing a salute, the 8,8 cm anti-aircraft guns drove out British fighters and covered their progress.
Light signals and radios poured into the fleet.
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I became Stalin chapter 47