Steel Soviet Union

"Hello? I'm Enschel, what? Which Enschel? Damn it, Enschel from the 101st Heavy Armor Battalion! What happened? Why did the British plane fly over our heads!?"

"Hello!? Hey, talk! Can you hear me? Damn it! The phone line is down!"

Not only Wittmann saw the strange situation, many people in the 101st Heavy Armor Battalion also saw that the painting of the aircraft was not the Luftwaffe, but the British John Bull aircraft opposite!

The British guy's plane passed over his head early in the morning?

This joke is too scary!

Although the plane just flashed by and its target was obviously not in this village, the armored soldiers did not know in such a short moment what model the British plane was and what it was used for. But having a British plane flying overhead at such a sensitive time point would not be a good thing after all.

Enshel, who was on fire, immediately rushed to his headquarters and picked up the phone to ask, but he did not expect that what came from the other end of the phone was a chaotic and anxious voice. Before he could ask why, the call was disconnected and there was no more news. Enschel was left in a rage and threw the phone away.

"Any ideas? What do you think?"

Enschel was seeking Wittmann's opinion. Things had reached this point and there seemed to be only one outcome.

"Those Allied forces are calling, so that's the only explanation. The phone is cut off, and there's a British plane overhead. Do you think there's any other possibility for this?"

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Wittmann's thoughts were consistent with Enschel's. This ominous sign would not lead to good results, so he could only judge it like this.

"No, we can't go on like this. If we go on like this, we'll just sit there and wait for death. We have to take action! Wittmann."

"Action? Have you forgotten our order? How should we act now?"

With a wry smile on his face, Wittmann spread his hands. Their battalion could not go anywhere without a clear order.

"The group of people above don't even have a clear idea whether they are beachhead defense or pushing the enemy deep into the ground to fight. Are our battalions commanding themselves? We don't even know where we are going! We'd better contact our superiors first to figure out the situation. You If it’s okay, I’ll organize the troops and you can find a way to get in touch and find out the situation, okay?”

Whether it works or not, there is no other better way. Enschel, who needs some time to sort out the situation, immediately nodded to Wittmann.

"Refuel, reload and prepare to depart. I estimate we will receive orders soon. Be ready for action at any time and wait for my news."

"knew."

That is to say, when the two brothers Wittmann and Enschel were busy organizing their troops and preparing to go to war, in a heavily guarded German command headquarters hundreds of kilometers away in a straight line, the legendary Wehrmacht general who was trusted by the Führer Erwin Rommel, holding the microphone in his hand, loudly confirmed at the other end of the phone.

"The main landing site is Normandy, yes! The judgment in advance was wrong! The enemy has invested a large amount of troops in Normandy, several sub-landing sites have been deployed, and we have received multiple news of attacks at the same time! My opinion is to send troops immediately Reinforcements, we must drive the enemy into the sea before they gain a foothold! I request that the armored forces be mobilized now, immediately!”

The straight military uniform was spotlessly clean and handsome, but at this moment, Rommel was completely without his usual graceful demeanor and calm expression, and even the confidence that often hung on his face in the past was gone.

Now Rommel is more like an employee who was a little too frightened but knew that he had to hurry up and get into trouble. The reason is not that complicated and is quite simple.

Rommel had just sworn to Guderian, who came to inspect him a while ago, that if he were the commander-in-chief of the Allied forces, he would definitely choose the landing site near Calais instead of Normandy as Guderian thought. .

Rommel always had an indescribable and mysterious confidence in his attitude towards Guderian.

Rommel didn't think Guderian's popular title of "Father of German Armored Forces" was that great. In Rommel's eyes, Guderian was just an "Eastern Front Country bumpkin" who dealt with Russian morons all day long. He knew nothing about the specific situation of the enemy he was about to face, and he was still looking at the Allies in the same way as the Russians, which was extremely stupid.

When it comes to dealing with the Americans and the British, I am the one who is familiar with their temperaments, knows the urinary nature of these Allied forces, and can grasp the context of the opponent.

Rommel even confidently asserted that the Allied forces' large-scale two-phase landing operation would have to wait until at least June. A lot of intelligence showed that the British lacked enough transport ships to send troops across the strait.

The Americans are currently fighting fiercely with the Japanese band-legged monkeys in the Pacific, and cannot spare many fleets to rush to the Western Front. The Allies will need some time to accumulate enough ships.

But now, Rommel was greatly shocked by the sudden cruel facts.

The real landing place was not Calais as he had earlier asserted, but in Normandy. Guderian was the one who really judged the situation correctly. This made Rommel, who had previously praised Haikou and looked down upon this "Eastern Front Country bumpkin", really feel like his face was burning, as if he had been slapped in the face.

But losing face was not the main problem. The main problem was that Rommel also placed many of the main armored units closer to Calais. This was the result of him meeting the head of state in person and shouting that he was the one who grasped the truth. Rundstedt was a sour person who sat in his office studying maps all day long and did not understand the Allies at all.

If Rundstedt hadn't banged the table and quarreled with him in the head of state's office and strongly opposed it, Rommel even wanted to place armored troops in the beachhead defense area and deploy them forward, so that once the Allied forces started to land, these idiots would be driven away. Go to sea.

Rundstedt pointed at Rommel's nose and cursed, "Do you think the enemy's planes are all seagulls? Or do you think the naval guns are all chimneys? Stupid!".

This matter ultimately resulted in the peace of the Führer. At the same time, the opinions of Rundstedt and Rommel were adopted, and each of them lost a few armored divisions to complete the matter according to their own ideas. However, Rommel's too radical beachhead deployment plan was not approved. He was only allowed to put the armored forces in a position "capable of rapid support" and make decisions based on the development of the battle situation.

There is a saying that Rommel's various remarks and predictions are indeed quite "knowing king" in dealing with the Allied landing. It looks very much like a certain big shot in the 21st century in later generations. He just needed to say, "No one understands the Allies better than me."

Now, Rommel must pay the price and make amends for his earlier words and deeds.

There is also good news among so much bad news. For example, compared with the existing history, this new timeline has been changed by the butterfly effect instigated by Malashenko. Facing the Normandy landing in May, Rommel had not had time to wait until June to go home to celebrate his wife's birthday, but he still stayed on the front line and was on standby. This was probably the only good news at the moment.

It's just that Rommel himself didn't know about the historical changes.