Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 96: Churchill, where are your soldiers? You didn’t even come to Perijie!

It's now!

Seeing Z331 and Z332 begin to dive towards the ground, Ryan almost immediately understood that this was Schmidt creating an opportunity for his troops to attack!

Without any hesitation, he immediately pulled out the whistle hanging around his neck and blew all the air in his lungs into it.

Seductive whistles rang out one after another along the river bank.

The assault company soldiers, who had been well prepared, rushed out from both sides of the ambush road like flying.

The two leading soldiers immediately took out their signal guns and fired two flares into the sky. The rest of the soldiers raised their customized P08s. With the excellent initial velocity and range advantages brought by the new bullets and long barrels, they completely suppressed the United Kingdom troops in the park in an instant.

Soldiers from the second and third platoons immediately rushed into the park. With the assistance of the two airships Z331 and Z332 in the sky, they completely blocked all the United Kingdom soldiers who tried to escape from the park with only less than people.

But these Tommys from the other side of the strait had no intention of surrendering.

Some of their officers, especially second lieutenants and first lieutenants, drew their pistols and tried to lead their men to fight against the soldiers in the second and third rows.

But before these people could open fire, the sharpshooters led by Wolf had already set their sights on them.

The sound of Gw.98 gunfire rang out again, and the brass bullets easily shattered the knees and thighs of these Tommys. Blood splattered on the grass, but was illuminated black by the flares in the sky and the surrounding firelight.

This round of shooting almost immediately shocked the Marines who were still prepared to fight to the end. Then, the voice of the first mate came from the loudspeaker carried by Z331 in the sky.

"We are a squadron belonging to the Second Fleet of the Imperial Air Force."

"This is a warning to United Kingdom forces."

"You have been completely surrounded by our army!"

"Everyone, immediately lay down your weapons and kneel down in surrender!"

"Repeat..."

the other side.

On the roof, as the United Kingdom soldiers put down their Lee Enfield rifles one after another, Ryan knew that the operation was successfully completed.

Look to the other side.

The two Lion-class battlecruisers belonging to the United Kingdom have now completely ceased operations.

Their losses were actually very small. The small-caliber rapid-fire guns and open-air machine guns on both sides of the island were completely destroyed, and the command bridge and navigation bridge were completely disabled by the bombardment of grenades.

But the 40mm airborne howitzers were indeed unable to sink the two massive warships, as apart from that they had suffered almost no damage.

But as long as Z333 and Z334 can still float in the sky, there will definitely not be a single survivor in the superstructures of these two battleships.

And the two giant ships anchored near the coast obviously could not escape from this damn sea area by relying only on the few poles in the engine room without visual conditions.

Not to mention that their enemies are four high-speed airships with the fastest speed reaching 300 kilometers per hour.

"It's about time, right?"

Looking at the two battlefields where the ceasefire had been reached, Ryan turned and glanced at his watch.

The minute hand has just completed its third jump.

The entire battle didn't even take 180 seconds.

"Communicator!" Ryan shouted.

"exist!"

The young signalman who had been following him and Brinkman immediately appeared in front of Ryan with equipment on his back.

"Use Honor Communications to send an open message at maximum power to all surrounding units!"

"But, Major..."

The young man obviously didn't understand what Ryan meant. He said tremblingly, "Aren't we the only ones working here?"

But Ryan didn't want to answer his questions.

He glanced away and looked at the young Warrant Officer: "Didn't you hear my order, Warrant Officer Pierre?"

His look immediately frightened the young warrant officer.

Warrant Officer Pierre, who only then realized that he was on the battlefield, immediately shouted "Yes, Major" in response, and at the same time put down the communication equipment behind him as quickly as possible, set it on the ground, and handed the microphone to Ryan.

Ryan had seen Brinkman use this thing.

The microphone is used to input messages. Any message can be sent as long as it does not exceed 20 seconds.

"What should I say?"

Holding the microphone, Ryan looked at the United Kingdom soldiers who had been quickly disarmed and driven to the lake by the assault company's soldiers, and felt a little conflicted for a moment.

Then he heard Wolfe and the non-commissioned officer beside him casually say: "Hey, didn't they say there were 80,000 people? How come there's only one brigade in the end?"

"Wolf!" Ryan's eyes lit up, and he patted Wolfe's back twice: "You said it well!"

After saying that, Ryan immediately looked at the signalman beside him and said, "Activate honor communication. I'm going to send a message."

"Yes!"

Warrant Officer Pierre immediately pressed the gem given to him by the emperor onto the transmitter. The next moment, a red beam of light over a thousand meters high shot straight into the sky. After piercing through countless clouds, it sprinkled the bright red light over most of the territory of the Kingdom of Perijie.

Ryan took a deep breath and looked towards the United Kingdom.

After a brief pause, he pressed the trigger to record the communication content.

"What the hell, United Kingdom! Where are the 80,000 Marines you promised, Winston Churchill? I led my men all over Perije and destroyed two of your cruisers! And we only found less than 3,000 of them! Where are you? Your troops aren't even in Perije! Where the hell have you been?!"

In just one breath, Ryan muttered a long string of heartfelt words, but the content of his words dealt a great blow to everyone except Wolfe, especially the young communicator, Warrant Officer Pierre.

Pierre thought that Ryan might send any message, but he never thought that he was sending a letter to someone in the United Kingdom!

But what shocked him even more was yet to come.

Almost immediately after finishing this long string of words, Ryan turned to the first platoon, the fourth platoon leader who had just approached him, and Lieutenant Perris and said, "Call out all your communicators. Have them go to the coastline and relay this message one by one, 500 meters apart!"

"Tonight I will make it known to the entire United Kingdom, Perijie, and everyone around me that the United Kingdom's First Lord of the Admiralty, Winston Churchill, is a fat pig who only knows how to blow his own trumpet!"

The three men received the order almost immediately, turned around and left the roof to contact all the communicators on loan from the military academy, leaving only Ryan, Wolfe, and the young warrant officer who had used his first honorary communication in his life to scold Ryan.

Airship Z332 landed directly on the ground, loaded the communicators into the cargo hold at the fastest speed, and immediately flew to the coastline, placing them at precise intervals of meters along the -kilometer coastline.

As soon as these young imperial nobles landed, they adjusted the honor communication equipment to relay mode. With the activation of the system, thirty blood-red beams of light instantly built a dazzling wall on the coastline.

As long as there is someone who can see this wall of light pillars and has the equipment to decode the honor communication, they can immediately interpret the curses that Ryan just shouted.

and.

Things developed just as Ryan had imagined.

Just after the light beam of Honor Communication came on.

The United Kingdom is stationed in a communications post on the English Channel coast.

The sudden appearance of the honor communication information almost immediately attracted the attention of the personnel on duty at the communications station.

The young man, newly assigned to the Kingdom's border communications exchange center, carefully debugged his unused decoder and aimed the central receiving prism at the initial beam. Although it was a rainy night with strong winds and waves, making decoding several times more difficult, the young man discovered something when he began his first decoding attempt.

"Why is it a public frequency? And it's not encrypted?"

Like radio communications, the messages transmitted by honor communications can be converted into specific forms through specific methods.

And because Honor Communications' encryption method at the transmitter often involves breaking up the information and reassembling it, even the oldest decoding equipment can successfully decode it.

Can……

"What the hell is this guy talking about?"

The young signalman from the United Kingdom heard Ryan's voice in the headset. He frowned almost immediately since he understood the Imperial language.

Is this guy crazy? He actually sent such a message in the Honor Newsletter?
The signalman clearly didn't believe what Ryan said, but due to military regulations, he had to record this information, which made him realize that if he were sent to the capital, he would be regarded as a thorn in the side of the superiors...

The pen tip moves quickly.

In just a few minutes, Ryan's speech was converted into encrypted code.

The young communicator took a last look at the telegram. Although he was extremely reluctant, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Forget it, screw it."

He turned around abruptly, sat down in front of the telegraph machine, typed out the code, and sent it to the royal capital hundreds of kilometers away.

More than twenty minutes passed.

At about the same time the Ranger Company completed its count of the surviving members of the United Kingdom Marine Brigade.

Longden, who was originally immersed in the gentle night, was almost about to explode at this moment.

In Londen, there is a building called the Government Telecommunications Office, but it is actually the headquarters of the United Kingdom's Military Intelligence Agency.

More than a dozen officers were sitting around in the underground safe house. The lowest-ranking officers among them were army colonels, while the highest-ranking one was a Royal Navy admiral!
But this group of soldiers who could easily obtain news and intelligence from all countries in the world on weekdays were now looking at the document in their hands with gloomy expressions.

The leading Royal Navy Admiral, Sir Mansfield Cumming, looked at the documents in his hand with a gloomy expression, just like his subordinates. His monocle slipped from his eye socket several times, and he raised his hand to push it back.

Damn thing.

He slammed the glasses on the table beside him, and the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily, but no one dared to look up at him.

After half a minute, Sir Mansfield Cumming said, "As you can see, gentlemen. We now have fifteen minutes to confirm the authenticity of this information..."

"Regardless of whether we have discussed or obtained any intelligence, in fifteen minutes I must submit a document explaining this intelligence to His Majesty the King and Prime Minister Winston Churchill."

He looked at his men in front of him coldly and said, "But now, I need some of you to assure me how many men and warships our forces deployed in Ostend are composed of."

"Two Lion-class battlecruisers, my lord." A major general from the Royal Marines raised his hand. "Excluding the crew, there are 3,152 Marines remaining. Their commander is Major General George Bernardiston. The organization is an overstretched Marine Brigade."

The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, because the major general knew very well that there would be only two outcomes for the sender of the Honor Communication - either he would be caught and killed by the enemy, or he would never be caught by the enemy.

And since the communication content recorded in the document in their hands could be deciphered by the border communication and sent to the royal capital, it means that the Imperial Army signalman who sent this text must be in an absolutely safe environment.

Furthermore, judging by the accuracy of the content, it seems the Imperial Army had indeed used a method unknown to anyone to quickly defeat the Kingdom's troops sent to Perije...

Sir Mansfield Cumming was well aware of this fact.

He looked at the major general who had just spoken: "In other words, there is nothing wrong with the content of this document?"

The major general wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and said tremblingly, "If we rule out this as a countermeasure to the enemy's intelligence war against us... then this is it, my lord."

His speech kept Mansfield silent for a long time, until the moment when time was about to reach the deadline, Mansfield spoke.

"How should I explain this to His Majesty the King and the Prime Minister?"

"They used clear code, which would let the whole world know that we used false intelligence in our operations."

"But what's more important is the Russian Empire."

Mansfield growled, grabbed the pen on the table, and stabbed his prosthetic leg fiercely. "In order to persuade the Empire to send troops, our people have tried every possible means to make them believe that the Kingdom has really sent 80,000 troops to Perijie!"

"But now, because of an imperial noble who appeared out of nowhere, we have completely ruined the results of our intelligence operations over the past few days!"

The conference room was filled with the sound of wood and pens colliding, and Sir Cumming's roar made everyone unable to raise their heads.

at last.

Just when everyone thought that today's meeting would end with such an absurd result, an army colonel spoke.

"Then how about we really send 80,000 troops to Perijie?"

"Where did you get so many troops?"

Sir Cumming stopped smashing his prosthetic limb and looked at the other man. "Colonel Lawrence, that's 80,000 troops, five divisions!"

"The Kingdom currently doesn't have that many regular troops to send to Perijie, and we don't have that many transport ships..."

It is common knowledge that all of the United Kingdom's warships are distributed almost everywhere in the world.

According to the document just now, the two most important battlecruisers of the United Kingdom have fallen into the hands of the enemy. Perhaps they have not surrendered yet, but they certainly have no chance of returning smoothly and carrying out the next transport mission.

Then the colonel said something that seemed ridiculous but reasonable to Cumming: "We can use civilian ships, my lord."

"The Kingdom has a large number of civilian ships, and it usually only takes us about three hours to cross the English Channel."

"If we can recruit enough civilian ships to transport 80,000 soldiers, it will only take half a day at most to complete the transportation of the troops."

"What about it?"

Mansfield Cumming looked at him coldly: "How are we going to deal with the Empire, the Prime Minister, and His Majesty the King?"

"With hatred, my lord."

The colonel looked at Cumming and said.

"This operation is a provocative act launched by the Empire against our United Kingdom. My guess is that they must have obtained our action plan from some source, otherwise they wouldn't have reacted so quickly..."

"As for the response... I think if we can control the news publishers and newspapers and have them consciously shift the narrative from a Kingdom defeat to a brazen sneak attack by the Empire, then I think the people will fully support our actions..."

Mansfield listened calmly to the other party's words, but he always felt that he had seen this kind of operation somewhere. He subconsciously looked at the colonel: "Come to think of it, you were previously..."

"In Bengal, my lord," the colonel replied promptly.

Mansfield vaguely remembered that Bengal was a province of India: "Oh, then you are with..."

"I used to work under Governor Curzon."

"Oh, no wonder the beast is so adept at this." Mansfield sighed immediately, but he immediately realized the problem with his wording and quickly changed his words: "I mean, no wonder you came up with this method so quickly."

"It is an honor to serve the King."

The colonel immediately put his hand on his chest and said, "I can draw up a plan right away. It will only take five minutes."

Mansfield was stunned for a moment. He quickly glanced at his watch, but found that he was running out of time. "Forget it, just come with me to see His Majesty the King and the Prime Minister. We'll go on foot so you have time to organize your thoughts."

"Yes, my lord."

(End of this chapter)