My own war game

Chapter 81: Jerboa Runs
Looking at the reconnaissance plane that was staggering away, He Chi shook his wrist.

I have been too tired recently, and the battle just now has overdrawn my energy. My hands are not steady, and the last volley of bullets seems to have not hurt the opponent.

Never mind. It’s already not easy.

Wow!

He Chi put down his heavy machine gun and jumped down from the second floor. The soldiers on the deck made way for him and stared at him with shocked and frightened eyes. No one dared to protest against his "drifting" behavior on the sea just now.

Are you kidding me? I'm more powerful than the German submarines!

At this time, the flagship Codrington sent a signal: "Please return to the fleet and sail according to the indicated area."

Soon, the Little Ranger rejoined the fleet under the gaze of all the ships, and its reassigned position was exactly the same as the original Foxhound destroyer.

And a message popped up in Hechi's eyes again
[Little Nomad Number: 497 people, total ranking: 11]
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At midnight on May 5, on the left side of the Dunkirk bridgehead, the British 29rd Infantry Division was ordered to defend a key canal.

Boom boom boom! ! ! !

The German heavy artillery continued to bombard the British positions, raising sand several meters high.

"Target! Type 500 tank ahead, meters!" the observer shouted in the trench.
"6-pounder, ready! Fire!!!"

Two six-pound guns fired at the same time, and a German Type 3 tank that was climbing the hill was hit on the side armor. The chain was broken and it was scrapped on the spot.

"Yeah!!! Great job, I shot down one!" The soldier operating the artillery raised his arms and shouted, but he was stunned as soon as he stood up. Behind the destroyed Type 3 tank, more than a dozen other types of tanks painted with the Iron Cross jumped out of the horizon and rumbled towards them.

A tank turned its turret, and the last thing the soldier saw was the black muzzle.

Boom! ! ! !

A shell hit the British artillery position, and the entire anti-tank group was wiped out.

The same battle situation was happening in various locations on the battlefield. Manstein's troops concentrated their armored units to form a sharp arrow that tore through the British defense line.

The dark armored groups surrounded them from all directions, and the British frontline positions were in danger.

"Either give me reinforcements or let us retreat!" These were the exact words of the commander of the front-line troops.

In the command post, a British man wearing a beret and holding the rank of major general hung up the phone.

He just received the latest order.

The good news: he was promoted. His superior, Alan Brooke, commander of the Second Army of the British Expeditionary Force, had returned to Britain, and he was appointed as the actual head of the Second Army.

The bad news: this person in charge can only do this for three days at most. If he is unlucky, he may even be sent directly to a German prisoner-of-war camp to serve as the chief officer.

This person was none other than Montgomery, Rommel's future opponent in North Africa, nicknamed "Desert Jerboa".

"Sir, we've reached our limit. We just got a call from the front line saying that there are too many enemy armored units. Our blocking line will completely collapse in two hours at most." The adjutant reported in a panic.

"Two hours is enough." The major general nodded and turned to ask his assistant, "Are all the things you asked us to prepare ready?"

"Yes, sir, everything is here as you requested..." The assistant led the general to an open space.

A large number of four-wheeled things appeared in front of us - more than 500 cars of various types. Among the generals in World War II, Montgomery was the kind of general who was good at fighting but not famous for his achievements. He was used to preparing everything in advance and then proceeding step by step, and he especially liked to use superior equipment to deal with the enemy who was not well prepared.

A week ago he had a premonition that failure was inevitable, so he began arranging his subordinates to collect various types of cars.

You should know that during the entire Dunkirk evacuation, the Allied forces requisitioned more than a thousand vehicles in total, and his troops directly accounted for one third of them.

"Leave one regiment to continue to delay the German attack, and all the other soldiers get on the car and tell the boys that we are going to Dunkirk, where there is a ship to take us home."

That night, under the cover of a small number of troops, the British 3rd Infantry Division rushed to Dunkirk in a large number of cars. Compared with the embarrassed appearance of other friendly troops, these soldiers seemed more calm. They firmly believed that their superiors were capable of taking them back, and the cars under their feet were proof of that.

In the dark night, car lights lined up in a row, and the soldiers left their positions in trucks.

The general stood by the road and saluted every car. Some people advised the general to leave with the car, but he said righteously, "I will not leave until all the soldiers leave safely!"

Many people around heard the general's words, and some soldiers were moved to tears.

The sound of gunfire was getting closer, and the silhouette of a black armored vehicle appeared on the horizon.

"Sir, let's go quickly, the Germans are coming soon." The adjutant urged without caring about the hierarchy.

"Don't worry, I'm prepared." Montgomery walked confidently to the door of a warehouse, opened the door, and a green-painted car body was revealed inside.

The square and simple body, classic round headlights, open cockpit, and personalized seven-hole grille design...

This is an American Willys MB (the granddaddy of the Jeep series)

"This is the most advanced off-road vehicle that the Americans have just designed. It's the pride of American manufacturing, and it hasn't been put into mass production yet. I used my connections to get one for you." The general, who was over 50 years old, patted the car body with some pride, like a child getting his favorite toy.

As he is always used to doing his work in advance, he naturally left himself the most reliable car.

"Lieutenant, go drive the car. This thing is specially designed for off-roading. The Germans' junk will never be able to catch up with it." Montgomery was obviously very confident in his car.

The lieutenant was about to open the car door, but at this moment he heard a strange noise in his ears.

Buzz~~~~~~Buzz~~~~
"Huh?! What the hell!"

"That's not right, sir, come out with me!"

The adjutant dragged General Montgomery out of the warehouse.

The two men looked up at the sky and saw a German-made Focke-Wulf Owl reconnaissance plane, with thick smoke coming out of its tail, swaying in the sky as it flew towards them. When it reached above their heads, it could no longer hold on, and it dived down with its nose down!
"Sir, get down!" the adjutant shouted, grabbed the major general and pinned him under him.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The reconnaissance plane slammed into the warehouse, and a huge explosion lit up the night sky.

A burning tire rolled out from inside, turned twice on the spot and stopped at the general's feet.

Willys MB, the most advanced off-road vehicle, the pride of American manufacturing...

Ruined.

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