Bismarck

The British division commander's face changed: "Oh no! Have they already surrounded us from behind? This is the last line of defense in the city. If they are breached, the defenders in the city will be attacked from both sides and annihilated..."

Thinking of this, the British division commander tore off the 4th Division's armband from his arm, put it in his pocket, and at the same time drew his officer's pistol and shouted:

"All personnel! Prepare for battle..."

One minute ago, in the main command console of the battleship Tirpitz.

Because the two unscientific existences on the Tirpitz provided unscientific artillery support, this directly led to the originally brutal siege battle becoming very smooth.

Except for the stubborn resistance at the beginning which resulted in heavy casualties, in the later period, with the cooperation of Bismarck and Tirpitz, the German army advanced all the way, and all threatening firepower points were cleanly eliminated by Bismarck's advance bombardment. Therefore, the British soldiers they encountered also lacked fighting spirit, and the casualties were incredibly low.

Bismarck scanned the town again and again, carefully observing whether she had missed any firepower points. This time, her eyes fell on a civilian house where people were coming in and out. Although the people coming in and out were all soldiers, she judged that this was at least the forward command post of a battalion. She did not send mental power to invade, and casually fired a round of 150 guns.

(The Cleaner of the Three Bodies...)

The shells crossed most of the sky and soon arrived above the headquarters of the 4th Division.

The commander of the 150th Division was just about to lead the Guards Company to fight the Germans to the end, but... before he could finish his words, a fierce and accurate MM artillery fire from the Tirpitz completely covered the position of the poor British headquarters...

Suddenly bricks, stones and wood chips were blown everywhere, and the whole house collapsed, crushing all the people who had no time to rush out...

A few minutes later, German armored units entered the cleared area without any significant resistance.

A German Type 3 tank, along with a group of infantrymen surrounding it, rushed into the British Army's 4th Infantry Division headquarters, which had been bombed into ruins. In addition to the bodies of senior officers, there was only a radio station in the corner that was still working. The voice of an anxious man with a crying tone came: "Division headquarters! Division headquarters! I am from the 12th Infantry Brigade! The brigade commander has been killed. We can't hold on any longer. Request for support, division headquarters, request for support! Division headquarters, please reply!..."

At 5:28 a.m. on May 0, two German destroyers and two minesweepers that had been repaired by Middelburg returned to the battlefield and replaced the previous torpedo boats.

At this moment, in the command cabin of the Tirpitz, a piece of news was spreading with great joy.

"The 4th Infantry Division was defeated by us!! The 18th Army is attacking the Forne-Koksed line!!"

"The boys in the navy fought really well! Thanks to your firepower support, we have very few casualties and the battle is going smoothly." Manteuffel gave Lindemann a thumbs up.

"At this rate, we will be able to reach the Dunkirk beach by daybreak."

"Hahaha, thank you for the compliment, but we are all doing this for the Führer and Germany!" Lindemann grinned, but he seemed to have thought of something, turned around and turned on the microphone and asked: "Gunner, how much ammunition do we have left?"

Soon, the ammunition consumption was counted... Although the effect of artillery support was very good, the ammunition consumption was also astonishing.

“37高炮弹药充足，105和150的弹药每门炮都还剩下170发，380主炮每门炮还剩下穿甲弹43发，高爆弹39发！”

"The consumption is quite high... 150 and 105 are actually less than 60%, and 380 is only two-thirds..." Lindemann frowned. "Now the rain has stopped outside, and the wind is not as strong as before. It seems that the British will definitely launch a night raid or even an air raid in the second half of the night. They will not sit idly by and watch Dunkirk fail. If we still insist on providing cover..."

Tirpitz's safety might be a problem - Lindemann did not say this.

"No problem." The voice was replaced by Modders, who was very quiet but had been guiding the plane diligently. "Now that the weather has stabilized, I can call the rear and send out planes around 4 a.m. They will be able to come to support us in the battle around dawn. Our air force boys are already at the airport ready to go."

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Chapter 169: Continuous Bombardment

"I hope your air force can arrive in time, otherwise our ammunition reserves may find it difficult to cope with several waves of continuous attacks." Lindemann said. Although Bismarck and Tirpitz are there, they also need to consume a lot of ammunition.

Moders nodded, took a breath, and continued, "Don't worry about that. I have already coordinated with the Air Force, and I have reported the British's possible desperate situation. The headquarters promised that more planes will come to support us tomorrow..."

Before he finished speaking, the communications officer of the Tirpitz knocked on the door and came in with a smile on his face, obviously good news.

"Captain! The Admiralty called! The message said they have sent the heavy cruiser Hipper, three destroyers, and three minesweepers to reinforce, and they are expected to arrive in Dunkirk by dawn tomorrow!!"

One battleship, one heavy cruiser, and three destroyers. It's a good lineup.

"Great!" Lindemann slammed the table after thinking it over: "Then let's have a good fight tonight! We just need to wait until dawn tomorrow."

"But Captain, I have some bad news..."

"Ah? What's the matter? Tell me."

"The Admiralty said that the British main fleet may arrive at the battlefield as early as tomorrow evening. The Admiralty hopes that we can achieve the greatest results during the day tomorrow..." Before everyone could be happy enough, the communications staff reported another piece of bad news...

“….What the hell!!”

Suddenly, a chorus of curses rang out in the bridge...

Finally, Lindemann said with a wry smile: "...Okay, then we can only attack with all our strength."

Under the steel torrent of the German 18th Army and in the face of the precise supporting artillery fire of the battleship Tirpitz, the 4th Infantry Division, whose headquarters had been destroyed, had become a mess - but then again, even if the headquarters was still there, they would not be able to hold on for much longer.

The defeated soldiers, who had lost their fighting spirit, abandoned their weapons, ammunition, and their backpacks and fled westward for their lives.

To their south, the 3rd Infantry Division was fighting and retreating from Ypres to Voorne under the powerful attack of the German Sixth Army under Reichenau. It suffered heavy losses along the way, but at least it maintained a minimum of discipline.

"Report! The 2nd Guards Grenadier Infantry Battalion of the 7th Guards Brigade, which is at the forefront of our division, has arrived at the city of Forne! We are preparing to organize reinforcements and take in the defeated soldiers of the 4th Division!"

In a high-level command vehicle of the British 3rd Division, the staff was reporting the situation to their division commander. Compared with the miserable situation of the 4th Division, their situation was much better, but under this general background, no one could be happy.

"Very good! Tell them to hold out until the main force arrives no matter what! Also, give me an order that the 9th Infantry Brigade that stayed in Ypres as a rear guard can start moving towards Forne! Oh, and the main force on the road must move forward quickly and get to Forne and Koksijde as soon as possible!!"

The commander of the British 3rd Infantry Division, Major General Bernard Montgomery, opened a military canteen and drank a sip of water elegantly. Looking at the convoy passing by him, he smiled calmly. No matter how urgent the situation was, he always looked calm. Such a confident commander gave his subordinates great confidence...

but……

On a dark night, in the northern sky, a bright trailing light accompanied by a whistling sound streaked across the sky like a meteor falling rapidly from space - that was...

All the retreating officers and soldiers of the 3rd Infantry Division looked up curiously, but within a few seconds, those beautiful meteors turned into terrifying heavenly fire, enveloping their entire flesh and blood bodies.

"Bombard! Take cover!"

The continuous bombardment disrupted the 3rd Division's originally neat formation, and everyone jumped off the roadbed in the hope of avoiding the attack. However, they were on a straight road, and the direction of the bombardment happened to be along the direction of the road...

There were heavy casualties.

The British 3rd Infantry Division convoy on the road was suddenly surrounded by blood and terror...

After finally waiting for the first round of shelling to end, before the 3rd Infantry Division could recover from the sudden shelling and was reorganizing its formation, the fleeing soldiers of the 4th Infantry Division on their right rushed over like a tide, disrupting the 3rd Infantry Division's formation on the spot...

“The Germans are coming!”

"Run!"

"It's their tank!!"

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The 2nd Guards Grenadiers Battalion of the 7th Guards Brigade, which had already arrived in Forne, was the first to come under fire.

Although Forne was a city that developed from a bastion, it was not easy to reinforce the defense as it was filled with fleeing soldiers being chased by German tanks and battleships.

The British army finally entered the city and was preparing to go into the bastion to deploy firepower, but they didn't know that a Persian cat on the main gun director of the Hamster minesweeper had already monitored their every move. She saw these people enter the city and were standing in the square behind the bastion wall to unload the truck.

How can we let them in and stabilize them... A strike is essential.

"Well... according to the report from the front, they seem to have fled to Forne. I suggest that we attack the bastion in Forne in advance, what do you think? According to the time, they will enter the bastion first. If they gain a foothold, it will be very disadvantageous for our advance." A certain Persian cat pretending to be a lady said "clear (pretending to be) cold (forcing)" while fiddling with the handle on the director without looking back to input the artillery data - even if the gunner disagrees, the next round of artillery will definitely be fired in that direction...

"no problem!"

In front of the goddess, Tirpitz's gunner actively opened the microphone: "Attention, 380 main gun! Load armor-piercing shells! Also prepare 150 high-explosive shells, and fire at the enemy bastion according to the input data!!"

Less than 380 seconds later, a round of 200mm armor-piercing shells penetrated the masonry wall built 500 years ago. Although these two-meter-thick masonry walls could barely withstand the 0.8KG bombs of the Stuka bombers, the penetration power of the 380mm armor-piercing shells, which had a speed of nearly 250 meters per second and weighed 150 tons, could not be compared with the KG bombs, which had a subsonic speed and could only achieve the killing effect by filling more explosives. What's more, there were mm guns sweeping the ground, which targeted British soldiers.

The armor-piercing bullet easily penetrated the wall that blocked his path, as easily as penetrating tofu, leaving a huge hole.

After just three or four rounds of bombardment, the bastion walls of Forne collapsed with a loud explosion, and along with the fortress were the mutilated bodies of hundreds of British soldiers around it. The rampage of the demon warships did not stop. After destroying the Forne walls, the horrific artillery fire did not stop, but instead split into two groups, and began to bombard the convoys of the Third Infantry Division and the Fourth Infantry Division respectively...

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Chapter 170: On the Eve of Collapse

In front of the miserable British army, on one hand, there was the fire pursuit of the battleship Tirpitz like a leech, and on the other hand, there was an iron curtain of fire composed of exploding fire rain and flying shrapnel that pressed down like a mountain, blowing up all kinds of human body parts and flying everywhere, spilling blood rain all over the sky... and in the farther distance, the sound of tracks and gunfire of the pursuers seemed to begin to sound.

In the smoke and flames, the shadows of tanks and pursuers could be vaguely seen. The MG34 machine guns, hissing like venomous snakes, used tracer bullets to weave beautiful fire nets symbolizing death and destruction in the dark night. One after another, the British defeated soldiers fell in this dense and gorgeous fire net, and stayed in a foreign land forever.

Even the British soldiers who were lucky enough to survive the attack were brutally crushed by the tracks of the German tanks that followed closely behind. With a shrill howl, they turned into the blood-red red spider lilies that bloomed in the war on this land where flowers first bloomed...

No matter it was the 4th Infantry Division or the 3rd Infantry Division, in front of this hell on earth, they were dominated by fear and had completely lost their will to fight... I don’t know who shouted at the top of their lungs: "Run!!!", the psychologically collapsed 4th Infantry Division started running, but they were originally running here, they just ran faster... But for the soldiers of the 3rd Infantry Division, they dropped their guns and backpacks one after another, and collapsed like headless flies...

The fleeing soldiers either drove cars or fled in a panic towards Dunkirk. From time to time, soldiers who fell down were trampled to death by the fleeing crowd, or drivers stepped on the accelerator desperately and ran through the crowd with blood on the ground, or some cars that did not have time to start were scrambled to climb up by the chaotic fleeing soldiers.

Even Montgomery, who was in the middle of it, was not immune. He had always been calm and didn't know why his troops collapsed in an instant... In confusion and helplessness, he was forced to flee in despair by his staff and guards...

Behind the British fleeing troops, both Küchler of the 18th Army and Reichenau of the 6th Army gave the same order when they saw this scene: "Drive them away! Drive them into the sea!!" Guderian, who was farther away in Berg, also launched a new attack in the direction east of Berg...

Next, the defeated 235rd and th divisions, just like the chain reaction of U, followed suit and successively broke up the retreat order of the th Infantry Division, the nd Division, and even the th Infantry Division further west...

The five divisions of British defeated soldiers were completely in chaos, rushing towards the Dunkirk beach like a flood, starting what later historians called the Dunkirk Rout...

The defeat was overwhelming!!!

Under such circumstances, no one could stop the situation from developing. The already panicked army was struggling to hold on. Under the impact of the defeated troops, they simply joined the ranks of the defeated troops, and the number of people grew rapidly like a snowball. There were no troops resisting on the front line, only scattered soldiers who could not find the main force.

"Put down your weapons! Leave the road and find a place to surrender! Don't block the road!"

On the way to Dunkirk, the words shouted on the French battlefield reappeared. The British soldiers jumped off the roadbed in panic, and then watched the German armored vehicles whizzing past them. No one even came down to pay attention to them. Of course, they did not have the courage to attack...

The British headquarters on the beach was in chaos. Expeditionary Force Commander Gort, Deputy Commander Alexander (really Alexander, hahahaha), retreat commander Ramsay and others were like ants on a hot pan - running around in circles. The situation was no longer under their control, and news of the collapse of the main force came one after another.

Next to them, other senior officers were shouting orders at the top of their lungs in front of the radio. They were either yelling at the front to "hold on" or asking the troops on the beach to retreat to the city of Dunkirk and fight to the death in street fighting to buy time for the retreat of others.

But is this easier said than done?

Although the troops on the beach have not been defeated, they are on the verge of collapse - although even if they were defeated they would have nowhere to escape.

"There are only the 2nd and 5th Infantry Divisions on the dock now, but they were already crippled. The 46th and 42nd Divisions have to defend the bastions on the Berg line, and Dunkirk originally only had a population of tens of thousands, and now it has been bombed to the point of being in ruins... How can it possibly accommodate hundreds of thousands of troops to defend it? A single German artillery shell will kill a large number of us!!"

Frustrated, Admiral Gort sat down on a pile of ammunition boxes and shrugged helplessly at Ramsey...

"Damn it, damn those fleeing soldiers!! Damn those German battleships!! Damn them all!" Alexander cursed angrily.

"We can only hold on as long as we can. It's almost dawn. I contacted the Royal Air Force before, and they have already dispatched. The three aircraft carriers of the Navy's Home Fleet will also be able to dispatch aircraft to arrive by dawn..."

"But there's such heavy fog now...can the plane see anything?" Gott pointed at the increasingly thick fog outside the window, fearing that the effect would not be good.

"But fortunately, there are no one of ours in front, otherwise there would definitely be accidental injuries." Gott smiled bitterly. Is this the benefit of the defeat?

"I don't know... don't mention it! The Admiralty sent out at least two waves of destroyers and torpedo boats from the Dover base for a night attack two hours ago, but they couldn't see anything in the heavy fog and were fired back by the Germans. That damn ship was so accurate... What kind of magic is this damn German battleship, how can it be so accurate in such a dark night and such thick fog... We can't see anything here except what the radar can see, and we were hit all over... The German radar technology is so powerful..." Ramsay said gritting his teeth.

Although it is not actually a radar at all, but... Ramsay, you will die of depression in ignorance when you encounter such an unscientific existence.

"Never mind! I'll take the supervision team to the artillery position first!" Alexander grabbed a steel helmet and put it on his head, picked up a Bren light machine gun with his other hand and walked out. "The artillery position behind the seawall is our last support point. We must stop the collapse and organize the last resistance there, otherwise we will all be finished!!" The words were still echoing in the room, and the man had already walked out.

In the dull British headquarters, everyone silently saluted the door, just like they did to Major General Thomas before...

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Chapter 171: The Final Battle

"…We have thirty-four 380 armor-piercing shells left for each gun, but only about ten 380 high-explosive shells, and only about 150 30 shells. We have 105 70 shells left for each gun, but those have to be saved for daytime air defense!" The gunner was reporting to Lindemann.

"Is the ammunition consumption very high? We obviously brought two basic supplies of ammunition." Lindemann sighed, "But it's okay. Now it's mainly Hipper who is bombarding the British army. We can take a break temporarily. The bombers will be here soon, and we still have to guide the bombers to bomb." Lindemann, with panda eyes, rubbed his eyes, drank coffee, yawned, and said to Tirpitz beside him.

After a long battle, Lindemann and the others in the bridge were exhausted physically and mentally. Even if the battle was going smoothly, they couldn't resist not sleeping for a long time. But looking at Grape, she became more and more excited as the night approached, which made her captain depressed and felt that non-humans were good. But what Lindemann didn't know was that even among humans, there is a kind of creature that is more energetic as the night approaches - for example, the homegirl...

"Lindman, what are you doing?" Tizi looked at the captain who suddenly patted his shoulder and asked in confusion.

"Coffee." Lindman smiled and pointed to the empty cup, the meaning was self-evident.

"Really? You're so lazy!" Ti Zi glared at him, but still obediently picked up the cup and walked towards the water room.

"If you have anything else, tell me." Lindemann turned his gaze back to the gunner and said.

"Also, Captain, the army complained that Hipper's artillery fire was not very effective... I mean, Hipper's artillery fire accuracy is completely incomparable to Miss Bismarck's. There have been some misfires, and the artillery fire speed can't keep up." Manteuffel smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "But it's okay. The British are currently unable to organize any decent defense. Apart from these, there are no other major problems..."

In fact, Lindemann also smiled bitterly in his heart... Hipper's training is already quite good, but... who wants Hipper to have no ship girls... The army, which has been spoiled by the Persian cat's obedience, will probably ask the navy to strengthen training in front of the Führer, right?

But before he could say anything, a voice as cool and indifferent as a goddess came from the microphone next to him:

"I found a target worth noting. Apply for main gun fire! The target is a beachhead and three castles! It is estimated that two to three rounds of 380 high-explosive shells and about ten rounds of 380 armor-piercing shells will be consumed!"

"Oh, I approve the firing." Lindemann approved it without a second thought, and the gunner next to him was stunned by his quick approval. However, thinking of the cheating artillery skills of "Miss Bismarck, the messenger sent by the Navy Department", Tirpitz's gunner could only make a helpless expression. At least she would not waste ammunition, right...

The gunner was thinking silently in his heart, after this battle, should he review and examine his artillery skills, and whether his useless subordinates should also undergo a special training...

For a moment, the hundreds of sailors in the six combat groups related to the Tirpitz and the artillery suddenly shuddered at the same time...

It’s so cold...

It was almost dawn, but the Dunkirk beach was still in chaos. The fleeing soldiers who were pouring in from the east kept rushing towards the beach that originally symbolized the hope of escape. As long as they could climb over this last seawall...

An angry voice came from several loudspeakers on the seawall: "Go back! Go back!! Go back to your battle line!!!..."

However, no one among the fleeing soldiers, who were dominated by fear and in chaos, listened to this voice.

“…Supervisory team! Order the artillery, 40mm anti-aircraft guns and heavy machine guns! Shoot at the fleeing soldiers!! We can’t let them disrupt our last line of defense!!”