.The Third Reich under Ten Thousand Characters  Volume 5: Battle of Britain  Chapter 7: The next goal

At 12 noon on May 28, Ai Kai, commander of the First SS Army, issued an order that the SS units on the front line were on standby and retreated tactically with the Allied SS units that were fired. Dunkork was full of gunfire, and there were gradually only sporadic gunfire left in most areas.

In some sections, the SS infantry flag teams mixed with the Allies seemed very embarrassed. They were willing to accept orders, but in the battlefield where the enemy and us were mixed, they could not wishfully distance themselves from the Allies.

Then, I don’t know who thought of a way to tie the loudspeaker to the roof of the armored vehicle and drive into the battlefield to announce it, hoping to use this to distance the two armies.

A strange side appeared on the battlefield: the SS was doing retreating maneuvers, and the British and French were exhausted both physically and mentally. The B.B.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A.

The middle and upper-level officers of the Allied forces did not have this idea. These officers who had seen the world would not naively think that hundreds of thousands of German troops surrounding them would surrender to the surrounded troops. Some insiders began to become uneasy, such as General Ross, the highest acting commander of the Allied forces.

Ross can be said to be a historical inevitable product. The Allied forces failed to expedition to Belgium and were surrounded by retreat to Dunkork. In the case, the Allied leaders would definitely push someone out as a scapegoat. He had received domestic instructions and learned that the local fleet had suffered heavy damage from the German Navy and the retreat plan was forced to be cancelled. He could surrender to the German team when necessary.

From this we once again learn what Western rationality is.

The German armored vehicles with white flags did not venture into the Allied formation. They stopped at the forefront of the formation, and after a noisy sound, the loudspeaker began to broadcast bilingually...

"Brave Allied soldiers, the British local fleet suffered heavy damage at the mouth of the Thames and has retreated to the British mainland. Please believe rationally that the fleet that took you home has retreated and you have no way out. In order to reduce unnecessary casualties between the two sides, please put down your weapons and surrender honorably under the constraints of the officers."

"The Third German Empire was not a barbaric country, and Germany treated the captives who surrendered honorably."

"You need to make rational choices, the dirty politicians arm you and send you to the battlefield to bleed and sacrifice, the dirty politicians have not done anything for you."

"You should have stayed in your hometown to feel the tenderness of your wives and think about your young children."

"Please put down your weapons rationally. Surrender honor. After the war is over, you can return to your hometown. The Third Reich is not your enemy..."

The armored vehicles were broadcasting repeatedly in front, and the SS in the rear did not relax. The rainy weather caused the infantry to consume too much energy. The infantry retreated from the front line were covered in mud. At the shouts of the officers, they lined up to the military trucks that distributed food. Each soldier could receive a box of potato soup and a piece of hot black bread from the food soldiers. Perhaps to stimulate the surrounded Allies, the Logistics Department even prepared a very fragrant corn cob.

The SS infantry had a happy expression on their faces. They found a place to shelter the rain, and they gathered together one by one, gnawing the bread happily. They drank a big sip of potato soup with satisfaction, and laughed happily. The fatigue accumulated from the day of the battle seemed to be gone. The young soldiers would occasionally look at the direction of the Allied formation strangely, and then take their eyes back to their comrades in their squads. The joyful gaze would then dim...

The reduction in combat has caused some people to lose friends, some people to lose brothers, and even some people to lose their chiefs. In fact, they cannot feel the deliciousness of the food at all, and their noses are full of smoke and soil. The hands holding the food are shaking slightly, which is cold, and it is also because of the natural reaction caused by holding the gun for too long.

Every soldier was eating the food as fast as possible. They could not act alone, and even if they were urged to urinate, they could only wait for the whole class to finish their meal. Then... urinate together.

A front-line command communication soldier Huo jumped out of his seat and bluffed: "The leader said this sentence from the front-line command center, spreading outwards. Soon, the soldiers on the front-line knew what happened, and even louder cheers rang out. The soldiers who learned this news temporarily forgot their sacrificed comrades and became excited. The leader went to the front line in person, which had special significance for the SS. The only feeling was that their efforts and sacrifices were not in vain. The leader recognized his efforts.

The cheers on the back line appeared too suddenly, and the cheers were getting louder and louder. The soldiers on the front line who were collecting ammunition were confused and looked at them, as if they were wondering whether the Allies had surrendered. However, they turned to look at the Allies' formation. The armored vehicles with white flags had no intention of retreating, and were still chattering there.

No one asked what happened. Strict education told the soldiers: You are on the front line and what happened in the rear has nothing to do with you. As soldiers, you just need to obey!

The company commander of the infantry flag team shouted the slogan of "assembly", and the sound was like a broken gong.

The soldiers quickly gathered together and, under the leadership of the company commander, re-entered the formation. When they learned that the leader had come to the front line, the soldiers were eager to show off.

Sigler was very calm, he couldn't feel excitement or anything else. If he said he was thinking, he could only say that he was savoring the sweetness of the corn cob. (He is the one me in Chapter 61)

Sigler has always been seeking a sense of honor, but unfortunately, after the death of squad leader Carl, Sigler was promoted to corporal, and the battlefield appointment made him the squad leader of an infantry squad. He was always so calm, which also affected the soldiers in the squad. As he said himself, joining the army was just to find a place to eat, and to waste his energy and shout those boring slogans, it would be better to save it and kill the enemy on the battlefield. Because of this, when the whole company was cheering, a squad of soldiers looked ahead coldly, looking so lonely, causing countless people to look at him sideways.

Sigler was an extraordinary person. The infantry flag team praised his heroic battle. People didn't know what he was thinking. They only knew that the soldier who always kept calm killed 58 enemies in two waves of attacks, and alone destroyed the British machine gun bunkers everywhere.

The SS needs typical examples, and Sigrad has undoubtedly become the best publicity material. Under the exaggerated praise of the military reporters, this soldier who only wants to make a living is expected to receive a second-level Iron Cross. At the same time, Sigrad's popularity is increasing.

The Iron Cross Medal is the highest goal that all soldiers can pursue. If there is an Iron Cross Medal on their chest, it is something worth boasting. Soldiers wearing medals always have a sense of arrogance, and of course they also have reasons to be proud. Since the war started, Germany has more soldiers than the SS and the Local Self-Defense Forces, and the total number of Iron Cross Medals issued by the Supreme Command does not exceed the Polish Battle. If you want to win glory in the Danish War, it is far from enough to kill the enemy, and it takes a little luck.

The SS units on the front line were assembled, and some infantry companies were ordered to enter the formation and waited for orders to launch an attack. The armored vehicles responsible for persuading surrender retreated. In between, the two sides did not fire another shot. The change of the atmosphere made the soldiers on both sides very nervous, and no one knew when the war would start again.

Sigler lay in the crater and looked at the direction of the Allied formation. The crater was filled with rain. Half of Sigler's body was soaked in the water. The constant ripples mean that his mood was not as calm as the surface. His lower body was moving, and he seemed to be able to jump up and rush forward at any time.

The waiting time was long. The armored vehicle responsible for persuading surrender retreated to the rear, leaving only one hour for the Allied commanders to think. After an hour, the SS, who had not got the answer, will launch a fierce attack. The Allied was told that the SS's training mission had been completed, and the subsequent war situation would no longer choose close-range combat. In other words, the SS would use its superior long-range firepower to slowly fight the besieged Allied forces that had lost supplies.

The Allies, who had witnessed the terrifying German coverage fire strike, finally made a decision in the last 7 minutes.

Three figures appeared in the direction of the Allies. The man in the middle held a white flag with white boxers tied in his hand. He shouted in German as he walked: "Don't shoot, General Ross appointed me to come and discuss, don't shoot..."

The SS responded by a burst of 98k bolts being pulled, and the effect of thousands of soldiers pulling at the same time was a shock. At least the three Allied leaders in charge of negotiations stopped, and the two people on both sides were running back, but the middle-aged man in the middle seemed very calm.

A major SS battalion commander stood up and shouted loudly: "Report the number of troops and ranks!"

Sigler was very worried about the major. The major stood too obvious and had too big a target, so he was definitely a good target for enemy snipers.

"The French Northern Defense Army, the First Army, the Betina Guard Division, and Major General Marcheney."

The middle-aged soldier holding a white flag shouted loudly. He had already issued his army number and rank. A major general was in charge of negotiation, which seemed to show that the Allies really wanted to end the undoubted Battle of Dunkorke.

And it seems that there is only one choice waiting for the besieged Allied forces: unconditional surrender.

At this point, the German military operations in northern France came to an end for a while. Germany turned its attention to southern France. Their next target was Paris...
Chapter completed!