I became Stalin chapter 65
The British army had already collapsed, and the Battle of Britain was a battle between German forces and supplies. The German army had to cross the English-French Strait to receive supplies, and most of the repair and maintenance of tanks had to be handled locally.
German tanks ran out of fuel, and the suspension broke and the tracks broke and came to a stop one by one.
Nevertheless, the German advance was swift, and the resistance of the British was minimal. The British Army had already lost most of its armored forces, and even if there were tanks, there were extremely few soldiers and noncommissioned officers who could operate them.
Among the Home Guards who have become the main force of the British Army, a few who drove a tank during the last major battle tried to resist by riding a tank again after a few decades, but the opponents were veterans among veterans.
As it was already expected that there would be difficulties in supplying the expeditionary force, the German army selected only the most elite units and sent them to the UK so that they could send a minimum number of troops and maximize combat power, and the gap with the British army, which was nothing more than an amateur, was enormous.
“come! It’s a train! Anti-tank guns!”
“Anti-tank gun loading complete! launch!”
Average age 36 years. The Home Guard troops, which were made up of teenagers who had not yet even had hair on their faces and men in their 50s, who had no fur on their faces, grunted and opened fire on German tanks, dragging their 2-pounder anti-tank guns.
However, it either missed without much benefit, or it hit the glove and bounced off with a metallic squeaking sound.
The British soldiers sighed. The tank’s main gun pointed exactly in the direction of the anti-tank artillery ambush, and the British soldiers were thrown into confusion and suffered massive damage from the pouring of machine guns and high-explosive bombs.
The few active-duty soldiers who use anti-tank rifles have succeeded in piercing armor and injuring crew by aiming at the flanks of tanks from good cover, but anti-tank rifles were in short supply and were not very good if they were not properly flanked. could not do any damage.
Humans made of flesh and blood could never defeat the swarm of steel beasts. The burning spirit of fighting to protect the homeland, the hatred of the Nazi invaders, and the clash of pieces of flesh and iron only prolonged their lives for a few more seconds.
“Long live Your Majesty! Britain is… Aww!”
Some soldiers carried Molotov cocktails and improvised explosives to stop the tanks and charged the tanks with shells. Most of them were felled in beehives by heavy machine guns mounted on tanks or submachine guns carried by accompanying infantrymen.
The British and French leaders were still erroneously evaluating the Soviet nightmare of the Winter War.
Until the war, Mannerheim of Finland was known as a courageous leader at the forefront of preventing the spread of communism and as the vanguard of the anti-communist crusade, and in fact, the perceptions of the leaders were no different.
Under Mannerheim’s valiant command, the Finnish army shattered Soviet tank units, and the generals, who still wanted to believe themselves to be masters, believed that, despite the lack of anti-tank weapons, their will and mental strength could overcome them.
The infantrymen were supplied with Molotov cocktails and bundles of bombs under the encouragement of the unit commanders, and those whose families had been burned in the bombardment rushed towards the tanks, grinding their teeth in revenge.
In the Winter War and the Continuation War, the Finnish army was able to stop the tanks using the mobility of the ski unit against the cold winter weather, dense forest, sloppy Soviet commanders, and tanks that had not yet been properly established.
Nevertheless, the non-mechanized army could not completely defeat the mechanized army, and a quarter of the army was killed and surrendered.
And the British army was in a much worse situation than the Finns during the Winter War. The open plains of central England were not very good for infantry cover, although fog and rain made visibility poor.
The German Army was the same unit that was engaged in fierce battles against the best veterans of the British Army until not too long ago, and showed unmatched fighting power against these clumsy country men.
Unlike the Finnish army, which faced Soviet light tanks weighing less than 10 tons, the Germans were rolling out new Panther tanks weighing close to 50 tons, but still more than twice the size of the T-26 and more powerful tanks IV and III.
“Ah… God… .”
A British soldier wearing a trench coat, which was probably popular in the last war, found God in the muddy trenches as the winter rain continued to fall. Most of them did not want to open their eyes.
The creepy scenes repeated even when they opened their eyes and closed their eyes, but those who had to run around in heavy armor, guns and coats over the past few days when it was cold and raining were already exhausted.
“we… How is it going?”
“I don’t know… .”
The government encouraged citizens to hold up their guns and protest. However, it was already known that the royal family fled to Canada. The cabinet was still in Britain, but it fled far away to Scotland, and the English were all abandoned – thought quite a few.
The Germans do not know when their true colors will be revealed, but they still maintained a gentlemanly attitude. Those who burned London and toasted Churchill did not slaughter citizens or scare women.
Marshal Rommel had earned the absolute loyalty and respect of his troops, and his command, “No hostility to unarmed civilians,” was strictly followed.
They were demonic zealots on the battlefield, and that’s what British soldiers saw for the most part, but at least the civilians they depended on shrugged their shoulders at the German hostilities.
[Surrender! All Britons drop their weapons and surrender! The Germans do not want to fight the Aryan brothers, the British!]
“Shit! Tell me to fuck you!”
A German military plane with speakers hung and loudly blaring a broadcast calling for surrender flew away. The plane, painted red and painted black on both sides of the fuselage, caught my eye clearly even in the dark.
One soldier swears violently and hurls potatoes at the plane, while the other soldiers just stare in silence.
Aryan brothers? Damn, so you burned London? Perhaps the over-reacting soldier lived in London or had a family there.
Many citizens were evacuated from London, but many were still left. The Germans gave them two hours to introduce themselves, but the military overheard their words.
As an air strike was imminent, the British army, who informed the people to evacuate, launched anti-aircraft guns and air defense devices… Those things didn’t make much sense. Buildings collapsed in flames and storms, and incendiary bombs were sprayed on them, turning the ruins into ashes again.
Old Prime Minister Churchill died guarding his residence at 10 Downing Street, and many others died with him.
Churchill kept his word. He promised to protect England from death no matter what.
So he died, and Attlee, the second-in-command in the Grand Coalition cabinet and unofficially succeeding Churchill, announced Churchill’s heroic death.
heroic? The soldiers were worried. If he died like that and became a child who could not even take responsibility for, what would we do with the rest of us?
“If you surrender… What will happen?”
“Are you saying you want to live? I heard it.”
“No, does surrender make sense? We have to drive them out! In a little while, the Americans are arriving! There must still be tens of thousands of troops in the colony… .”
The soldier who was throwing the fist potato protested, but many seemed to be thinking of surrender, even if they didn’t say it out loud. They don’t even know where they went, and they have no way of knowing what happened to their hometown. How are your wife and children? I wonder if the Germans would have gotten hurt.
The Americans were also rude. As they try to stay out of the war until the end, they take a step back and watch as only the British bleed.
They were the ones who survived on the flour and spam sent from America, but not the British who would cringe in America with some of them. Many were more ashamed of the Americans fighting for the British on British soil, as they had never even imagined that the British Empire could be defeated until a few years ago.
And only two divisions! To stop the ‘200,000 expeditionary force’ that had already set foot on the British Isles – the Germans talking loudly about the 200,000 elite army commanded by Marshal Rommel – with only 20,000 men! The French who boasted a great army had only 20,000 men in that army that was shattered in just six weeks?
“Did they say they were coming? Whether to come or not… .”
There are only 20,000 U.S. troops to come.
The seas of the world, which had always been thought to belong to the British, eventually fell into the hands of the Germans, and when the surface fleet was annihilated, U-boats were more established. There were complaints from all over the place that there was a shortage of food, and it was difficult for the soldiers to even get a proper meal.
“It wasn’t like this in the last Daejeon period… .”
A middle-aged man with half of his hair bald and half of the other half with gray hair muttered like that.
The British, who had experienced the last war, could never forget the unrestricted submarine warfare and the hunger it entailed.
The memories of hunger and fear, the brothers who returned with some of their limbs lost, and the young men in the village who have evaporated. Dozens of death notices flew to the village at once, and the mothers cried. to get my sons back.
“It’s fucked up! You think you’re coming this way?”
The engine sound, which had been heard from afar, began to come closer and closer. The soldiers, who were leaning against the wall of the trench, were startled, climbed up the trench, opened their eyes, and looked around to see where the enemy was.
And one of the dogs with good eyes could see the German division planes.
“that… Aren’t they youth bastards?”
“You mean you? Huh… Oh yeah… .”
The British soldiers roared. The most venomous and maddening bastards among the Germans who fight, destroy and advance like crazy. And children who are at most the age of their nephews and sons.
Of course, the problem was that these days, what the youngsters ate and grew up was because they were big and tall, and they were trained hard to become one of the best in fighting.
Was it the ancient Viking warriors or the Norse Berserkers? Long live the Führer with his face painted with savage war paint, and the armbands of Jugend! It was hard to imagine that those who charged with shouts were teenagers from a civilized country like Germany.
“come! come! Prepare for battle!”
In the process of writing retreat and reading escape, most of the anti-tank guns and artillery were abandoned.
There was still not enough equipment, so I scraped and dragged out equipment that would have been used only in the last battle, but it was useless, so most of the soldiers just threw away their heavy equipment and ran away. Had I known from the upper level, the road would have gone wild… .
All of the top heads are dead and the country is in a state of upside down, are you in a position to be concerned about such a thing?
The soldiers clasped their few anti-tank rifles. Some went to God, and some spit out swear words they didn’t know who they were talking to.
* * *
Home Guards with poor fighting power could not stop the best of the Axis powers.
The British resistance forces were forced to retreat to Liverpool, a large city in central Britain, experiencing a devastating collapse of the defense line, and the Germans were able to catch up with them in an instant and advance.
Liverpool was once a huge port, accounting for more than 40% of the world’s trade volume, and was one of the central industrial cities bombed by Nazi Germany. And American support was supposed to arrive through Liverpool.
Hundreds of thousands of soon-to-be conscripted troops landed in England, and there were now few huge ports with the supplies to keep them.
Nazi Germany was also aware of this and began to gather all available troops toward Liverpool as soon as possible.
There are two main types of paddles held in the hands of the expeditionary commander Rommel. One were armored-mechanized units from mainland Germany and Italy, and the other were colonial infantry gathered from the colonies by France and Spain.
There were not as many as 200,000 as advertised, and Rommel’s power was insufficient to crush Liverpool head-on, as the army had to be re-divided and deployed to maintain the occupied areas.
“I refuse to push the pilots into limbs! Liverpool’s air defense is too strong!”
“I also have no intention of throwing away the elite of the Luftwaffe.”
Rommel responded calmly to the air force’s protests. The Luftwaffe abused its pilots and aircraft to support the rapid advance. It was difficult to mobilize heavy bombers from France as they attacked London.
In addition, the British military leaders, who had once tasted the heat of the air raid, had established thorough air defense measures. Anti-aircraft guns and machine guns that were literally scraped to the floor were placed in each building, and even the American battleships were ready to fire anti-aircraft guns.
In addition to this, the outnumberedness of the British army was not so prominent. Although both sides could not accurately grasp each other’s information, the British military intelligence estimated the German force to be 200,000 at most.
Liverpool was a large city with a population of over 800,000, so only 200,000 troops had to be put in to melt them like salt thrown into the sea. Either bring more troops, surround them, and kill them, or break through in front of the arriving American reinforcements and eventually give up Britain again.
“General Rommel, what the hell are you going to do?”
“Do you know Nanda? However… Could it be that you are hiding something?”
The staff and soldiers were looking forward to Rommel’s response. Time was not on the side of Germany, and something had to be done.
I became Stalin chapter 65