Bismarck

"General, this is one of our own." The staff officer beside him said with a sad face, "We will bring him to a military court!"

"Fuck your own people!" Alexander shouted. "I'll take care of it if anything goes wrong. If we don't stop them, we'll all be doomed."

Following Alexander's ruthless orders, no matter if they were conscious, willing, or forced by the supervision team, everyone had to obey the military order, so that the order of retreat would not be completely broken...

Light and heavy machine guns opened fire at the same time...but they were directed at their own people.

Under the seawall of Dunkirk, a bloody storm suddenly broke out...

The fleeing soldiers nearby began to stop in the face of fear, but the fleeing soldiers in the distance and behind did not stop. For a moment, the crowd huddled together under the seawall, and seemed to be starting to surge up the seawall again.

Alexander frowned and was about to order the shooting to continue.

But… at this moment, from behind the seawall, eight 380mm high-explosive bombs and one 150mm high-explosive bomb came crashing down…

Lieutenant General Harold Alexander, future Field Marshal Alexander, one of the three British commanders of the Dunkirk evacuation, commander of the British Southeast Asian colonies evacuation in the early Pacific War (and one of the culprits who "sold" the Chinese Expeditionary Force at Jiangxinpo and was forced to cross Kumenling), commander of the Middle East Theater in the Battle of El Alamein, deputy commander of the Allied forces in the North African Theater in the Battle of Tunisia, commander of the Allied forces in the Mediterranean Theater attacking Italy, British Governor General to Canada and British Secretary of Defense after the war, just fell on the beach of Dunkirk...

The bombardment of Tirpitz did not stop, and continuous bombardment continued among the fleeing soldiers...Under the threat of expulsion and death from the bombardment, the British fleeing soldiers desperately crossed the last sandbank on the Dunkirk beach...

The bombardment of the fleeing soldiers on the beach was stopped, but Bismarck did not stop the bombardment of the 380mm naval guns. Under the strong city of Jiudun, Guderian, who was preparing for a new round of attack, was pleasantly surprised to find that the mm armor-piercing shells, which came almost uninvited but at the right time, seemed to have eyes and accurately landed on the three bastions on the Berg line that had been attacked for a long time. The three bastions that seemed too strong in front of the army's light artillery were blown out one after another, and the city walls that seemed indestructible soon became precarious.

"Good job! Great job! This round of artillery fire was great! Who called the navy? I'm going to give him a commendation!!"

The officers looked at each other in bewilderment...

As the sky got brighter, the buzzing sound of the JU88 bomber engine came from the thick fog in the distant sky. Sitting in front of the radar, Moders accurately guided the course of the German Iron Eagles in the sky under the "very skilled" radar interpretation ability of "Miss Tizi, the secretary of the captain of the battleship Tirpitz". At the same time, he looked at the north of the battlefield, probably in the distance of the North Sea. It seemed that a group of British planes were looking around like headless flies, and the fog on the sea surface was relatively dispersed by the wind in the high altitude... It seemed that several planes had already flown over here?

"Humph, a bunch of idiots. There's a whole squadron of BF109s overhead!" Moders snorted disdainfully and called into the radio: "Hamster calling Knight, Hamster calling Knight, there is a British fleet in the north, it's still relatively scattered, please pay attention to intercept!"

"Got it! We, JG26 Slagt Wing, never said we were worse than you! Modders!" An equally unruly voice came from the radio, like the arrogant Garuda King looking down on the earth. "Your uncle Johannes Steinhof will never lose to you!"

Along with this sound, a full thirty-six BF109 fighters, under the reflection of the mist that penetrated the sunlight, fiercely pounced on the three aircraft carriers from the Fury, the Hermes, and the Glorious. However, due to the thick fog, they were scattered and no one could find each other. It was as if they were a group of noobs who came specially to give them a victory record...

Listening to the challenge declaration of this competitor, Moders smiled calmly, looked at the position of the German Air Force bomber group on the map table, grabbed the microphone of the radio, changed the channel and started calling: "Hamster calling meteorite, Hamster calling meteorite, you maintain your course, speed and altitude, and prepare to drop bombs in one minute..."

It is estimated that the British and French forces on the Dunkirk beach will soon be blown into a living hell by the carpet that fell from the sky... Sitting next to me, Tizi couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the British...

The cold bombs roared down from the mist and clouds above the sky, and like a steamroller, they accurately turned over the spring land of Dunkirk from the beach to the city from west to east. Whether it was the British soldiers crowded on the East Beach or the remnants of the Allied Forces shivering in the city of Dunkirk, they all cried out in front of this iron hell...

In the distance, the Berg Bastion, which had repeatedly withstood the elite armored divisions of Guderian and Reinhardt, was bombed into ruins and finally knelt under the cold steel tracks of the continental conqueror.

The German 1st Armored Division, the German 7th Armored Division, the German 20th Infantry Division, the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment, Adolf Hitler Guard... and so on, large numbers of elite troops that had terrorized Europe rushed through the Bastion Canal defense line that had once caused them extremely heavy casualties, and rushed towards the trembling Dunkirk.

"…What should we do? What should we do?! What should we do?!" Admiral Bertram Ramsey, the future Allied naval commander of the Normandy Landing, was now crouching in the corner of the headquarters, holding his head in pain. Having dealt with warships all his life and never seen land warfare, he felt only at a loss for this desperate failure and a natural fear of the future prisoner-of-war camp...

"Forget it, let's surrender... We have already failed..." Lord Viscount Gott, a pioneer and combat hero of infantry-tank coordination during World War I, a visionary soldier who began to fully strengthen the Gibraltar Fortress at the end of the 40s, the British Governor of Malta who defended the Malta Fortress under the siege of the German and Italian navy and air force from 1941 to 1942 and finally cut off the supply line of Rommel's African Corps, one of the Allied surrender officers who accepted the surrender of Italy, a Marshal of the British Empire, and the initiator and culprit who created the partition of India and Pakistan and buried the Palestinian national tragedy in the future. At this moment, he was very open-minded. He sighed helplessly, stood up from his seat, grabbed a mirror, and pulled Ramsay up from the ground while tidying up his military appearance, and then stuffed the mirror to Ramsay.

"Let's go. Although we lost, the British Empire should not fall... Let's surrender with the last dignity of a soldier. We have tried our best..." Gott said as he walked out after putting on all his medals. When he was about to leave, Gott seemed to remember something and turned back to say to his signalman, "By the way, tell Falgard too..."

At the same time, at a corner on the road near Bergburg, a group of German infantry, two German tanks and several command vehicles were meeting two British soldiers who had just turned the corner... Looking at the black muzzles of the guns and cannons, the two British soldiers wisely dropped their pistols and raised their hands high...

A handsome German major general came out surrounded by a crowd of people.

The major general looked at the two soldiers opposite him. One of them was fine, but the other one caught his interest. This soldier was not young. Although he looked dusty and was wearing the uniform of a first-line infantry sergeant, his hands were slightly delicate and the callus on his index finger from long-term trigger pulling was not very obvious. In addition... looking at his behavior and expression, he did not look like a relatively vulgar soldier. Instead, he had a long-term education and the unique flavor of the British upper class. The major general quickly understood that this was probably a senior officer in disguise, and he might be a general like himself.

"Major General Erwin Rommel, commander of the German 7th Armored Division, you don't have to hide your identity anymore. I have seen through it. I guarantee on the honor of the Wehrmacht that you will receive the prisoner-of-war treatment that corresponds to your true identity - as long as you tell the truth."

Although he was the victor, Rommel, who had been influenced and educated by the Wehrmacht officer corps for a long time, did not act arrogantly. Instead, he spoke calmly to the British soldiers opposite him in a very ordinary tone.

"Well... I don't know why I suddenly feel so familiar with you even though this is our first meeting..." The senior British officer disguised as a soldier smiled bitterly and introduced himself dejectedly: "As a defeated general, I have nothing to hide. I am Major General Bernard Law Montgomery, commander of the British 3rd Infantry Division..."

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Chapter 172: Follow-up

Compared with the excitement and pride of other German soldiers for annihilating the British, the only one who was truly shocked and unbelievable was Bismarck, because only she knew what happened in Dunkirk in history and what was happening now - the Dunkirk evacuation in history turned into the Dunkirk rout in just one night.

When Bismarck heard the news, although he had rehearsed the outcome of this battle hundreds of times in his mind, he was still stunned for a while when he heard the news from the mouth of the army liaison officer who was so excited that he almost jumped up and rushed into the ceiling of Tirpitz...

Everyone thought that Miss Bismarck was just "dizzy" by the huge victory, but in fact she was just complaining in her heart over and over again - history has changed so much!

Dunkirk is a key point that influenced the course of history. Although history has changed before, it has never been so explosive.

Bismarck suddenly remembered a sentence: A butterfly flapped its wings in South America, and a long time later, a hurricane rolled up in North America...

I am that butterfly, so is Dunkirk a hurricane caused by the accumulation of changes?

How will history develop in the future?

Historically, among the nearly 400,000 troops at Dunkirk, excluding the two French armies abandoned by the British, as many as 330,000 successfully retreated. But now only more than 17,000 people were evacuated in the limited time of the afternoon and evening of the 27th.

The rest of the people...Except for the more than 35,000 people including Lieutenant General Alexander, Deputy Commander of the British Expeditionary Force, and Major General Thomas, Commander of the escort fleet of Operation Dynamo, who were killed or missing, the 350,000 people including Lord Gort, Commander of the British Expeditionary Force, Lieutenant General Ramsay, Commander of the Dover Base and Commander-in-Chief of the Dunkirk Evacuation, Lieutenant General Glamorgan, Commander of the French First Army, and Lieutenant General Falgard, Commander of the French Sixteenth Army, were all sent to the prisoner-of-war camps set up by the German army.

When Rommel and several other German generals arrived at the beach where most people were concentrated in Dunkirk, wearing neat uniforms and with an attitude of victor, even though they were mentally prepared, they were still stunned by the spectacular scene before them.

Hundreds of thousands of people were crowded together in such an awkward situation, and behind them, there were the last few civilian ships that were packed with people and urgently left the shore - all the civilian ships and warships had taken their last trip before the situation collapsed, and these few ships were slower and were caught up by the German army. They started the ships in a panic, and soldiers who couldn't squeeze in kept falling off the ships.

At such a close distance, as long as the tanks on the shore opened fire together, they could easily sink them.

But Rommel did not give any orders, nor did the other generals. All the Allied and German soldiers watched quietly as the ships left helplessly after they could no longer accommodate their soldiers.

The whole beach was silent like a silent black and white painting.

Finally, the last few ships left.

The British and French forces had no way to retreat.

On the other side of the beach, dense crowds of German soldiers and tanks were on high alert, with the black muzzles of their guns and cannons all pointed at the defeated remnants who had lost all their fighting spirit.

His eyes focused again, this time on a tent in the middle.

The curtain on one side of the tent was lifted, and a group of people in neat military uniforms walked out, forming a sharp contrast with the subordinates around them who were dressed in tattered clothes and had dirty faces. It was Admiral Gott who came out.

"All soldiers of the British Empire, all soldiers of the French Republic, you have fulfilled your responsibilities for your country and have lived up to the glory of your soldiers. Now, in the name of the commander of the British Expeditionary Force, I order you to lay down your arms and surrender to the Germans!"

His words were rapidly amplified and spread along with the electrical signals from the microphone, and soon spread throughout the entire beachhead.

Without hesitation, all the British and French soldiers threw down the weapons they once regarded as their lives, just like throwing down a burden - resistance was meaningless, so they had to plan their future carefully. They only hoped that the Germans were not as terrible as the propaganda said, so that they could still go home.

It is possible to go home, but you must wait until after the war.

Everything then went in order, just like the Japanese lining up one after another in later generations. The British lost their arrogance, the French lost their romance, and the captured soldiers obediently followed the Germans' instructions, throwing their guns one by one into the designated area, and then were pulled aside for identity registration and inspection to see if there were any big fish hidden among them.

There are fish hiding in there, but the real big fish will not be stupid enough to sneak in at this time. After all, when surrendering, ordinary soldiers and generals are treated differently. Look, General Goth was "grandly" welcomed in by the German commanders.

While the surrender ceremony was taking place on the ground, operations at sea and in the air did not stop. The German navy and air force were constantly monitoring the movements of the British army to prevent their returning warships from posing a threat to them.

The cost to the British was far more than that.

The three British aircraft carriers that participated in the battle, HMS Furious, HMS Hermes, and HMS Illustrious, had mostly received single-carrier task forces as the core in their previous training, and were extremely poor in the coordination of multiple aircraft carriers in joint operations (to be honest, the first country in history to master the use of large formations of aircraft carriers was Japan, and even for the United States, Midway was the first time in their history that they fought with three aircraft carriers - and they were divided into two formations). In front of the elite fighter units of the German Air Force that were ready for battle, 102 planes were shot down in one morning - the total number of aircraft carried by the three aircraft carriers was only planes.

They lost more than half of their troops and almost lost their combat effectiveness!

As for the fleet that took off from the British mainland, it was not much better. The entire morning of the 28th, the beach was shrouded in fog. The bomber fleet that could not find the north had no choice but to retreat after several of them were shot down by German fighters guided by Tirpitz over the Channel. In the afternoon, when the fog cleared a little, the British Air Force, who wanted to retaliate, found that the surrendered soldiers on the beach were mixed with the German army. In addition, the German fighter unit that had completely mastered the air superiority and built a temporary front-line airport nearby, finally had to flee back in disgrace.

The few old British warships that had to wait until the sun went down before arriving at Dunkirk could only fire a few shots at the deserted beach from a distance under the watchful eyes of the Tirpitz fleet, facing the threat of the German torpedo boats and the extremely accurate bombardment of the flagship. They had no results except for blowing up a pile of sand. Moreover, they had to move away immediately, otherwise those old warships (without ship girls) would basically be courting death if they were exposed to the fast German air and submarine forces in such a near-shore area...

ps: I have been hiking every day these days. I am so tired when I get back to the hotel, so I will stop... Well, two updates tonight. I will take a flight back to Tianjin tomorrow. I will reply and update. By the way, tomorrow is a new month. I would like to ask all readers for a trade. I want a monthly ticket~~~

Chapter 173: International Situation (Part 1)

Of course, the British government has to deal with more than just strategic failures abroad. It also has to face the pressure of angry people at home - the relatives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers are already heartbroken...

The news of the disastrous defeat at Dunkirk spread to Britain, shocking the country. Although no one in Britain wanted to negotiate peace with Germany at that time, and both sides understood that the two sides had reached a deadly situation, many people still felt that "should we change a more capable prime minister..."

Churchill was embarrassed and criticized by the opposition (mainly the peace faction) in Parliament for a whole afternoon, and was scolded bitterly.

If it weren't for the desperate support of Chamberlain, a parliamentary elder and former Prime Minister who had already retired as Privy Councilor, Churchill would probably have been close to stepping down.

Listening to the MPs' sarcastic sarcasm and questions, and looking at the angry crowd outside the window holding slogans such as "Waste Prime Minister Step Down! We Need Victory!", Churchill felt dizzy.

After finally walking out of the parliament exhausted and staggering, he returned to 10 Downing Street in a daze, ate something simple, took a breath, and immediately called together representatives from the diplomatic, military, and military industry to discuss countermeasures. However, the pile of bad news he received almost made the prime minister spit blood on the ground again...

The first was General Ismail, Chairman of the British Joint Chiefs of Staff, who complained: "There are only two reorganized divisions of regular troops in our country now. Even with the more than 200 people who escaped, we can only make up one more division - and there is a lack of heavy weapons. There are only field artillery and less than tanks in the country. Although the troops being transferred from the colonies are half a world away, they will not be in place until the end of July. An emergency conscription plan has been proposed, and it is expected that the troops will be replenished soon. If it doesn't work, we can also requisition personnel from the colonies, but training takes time..."

Soon, representatives of military enterprises and the Minister of Industry also said that weapons orders would take time to produce, at least several months...

Churchill almost dropped his cigar - an authentic Cuban cigar rolled on the legs of a Cuban girl.

But it's not all bad news. The only good news is

The Air Force stated that it had preserved its strength on the European battlefield, and that its 25 most elite fighter squadrons, especially the dozen or so Spitfire squadrons that formed the core force, had suffered basically no losses.

The navy stated that as long as they had air superiority, they could effectively guarantee sea control.

Britain is a maritime power. As long as it has sea power, its homeland is basically safe. Although the army's strength has been severely damaged, it is still very difficult for Germany to cross the English Channel - not to mention that there is a polar bear lurking in the east.

"Well, at least the mainland is safe for now. Then gentlemen, we should consider long-term plans..."

Churchill finally breathed a sigh of relief, although there was still a lot of bad news...

For example, now the Foreign Minister has reported another piece of bad news: Against the backdrop of the defeat at Dunkirk, not only has Italy declared war on Britain over its North African colonies, but even Spain has begun to stir. Spain has sent troops to occupy the Tangier Condominium in Morocco (well, if anyone has played Age of Discovery, another name for that place is Ceuta Port...), and has asked Britain to take back Gibraltar, and there are rumors that Franco is trying to ask Hitler for help...

"What a joke! Gibraltar is the throat of the Mediterranean Sea!! Gibraltar, Malta, Crete, and the Suez Canal are the keys for us to control the entire Mediterranean and southern European shipping! Even if Italy declares war on our country, India's supplies can only be transported back around the Cape of Good Hope, and we must not give this place to these fascists!! Not to mention that Tangier is right across from Gibraltar, and the waterway there is only ten kilometers wide, even the army's artillery can block the waterway! !"

Churchill slammed the table in a rage, but he was helpless inside... To be honest, he really wanted to teach Franco a lesson. But now the surrender of France across the Channel is basically a matter of time. Although the British navy and air force can still guarantee the safety of the homeland (after all, no matter how powerful the army is, it can't swim across the Channel), this is probably the weakest time in British history. It is better not to disperse the troops if it can't be dispersed - as long as Franco has not openly turned to Hitler...

Moreover, although the Spanish army is extremely weak, the country is very rich in mineral resources, but Germany lacks all kinds of resources the most...Now Franco is still a neutral country in name, and can rely on the trade war to restrict Hitler from buying resources from Spain. But if he pushes too hard and forces this fence-sitter to go to Hitler's side...

"For the sake of the British Empire and to defeat Hitler, I will endure it!..." Churchill, who was full of anger, could not help but think so, and unconsciously used the Turtle Back Magic.

"In addition...Japan in the Far East has also made demands on our country." The Foreign Minister continued to report.

"Japan demands that my country cut off the Burma Road for at least three months in order to resolve the 'Japanese-Chinese armed conflict from 1937 to the present'..."

"Okay! If we ease relations with Japan, we can just withdraw a batch of troops from there!" Churchill waved his hand without thinking.

"Besides... we can't just go there for nothing! China is a fat sheep that is worth slaughtering anyway... Let's put it this way, if the Chinese government asks us to reopen the Burma Road, we have to ask them to give us the territories of Myitkyina and the Wild Man Mountain! Anyway, the local chieftains have wanted to surrender to civilized countries for more than a year or two, and they have also agreed to our freedom to mine and invest there. We have to respect their demands..."

(PS: Historically, in July, Britain and Japan signed the Arita-Cleacy Agreement, which was known as the Munich of the East at the time. Britain closed the Burma Road. Later, it was only because Japan formally allied with Germany and Italy at the end of September that Britain reopened the Burma Road in October. Despite this, Jiangxinpo and Kumenling were still ceded to British Burma by the Republic of China and Britain on June 7, 9, and renamed Myitkyina and Wild Man Mountain, known as the 1941 Line. Half a year later, the Chinese Expeditionary Force was defeated in "Myitkyina" and crossed the "Wild Man Mountain". These two names indicate that the Republic of China had already recognized that the area belonged to British Burma at that time;......)

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Chapter 174: International Situation (Part 2)

"Another problem, the French Navy..." As Pound retired and was hospitalized, the First Sea Lord of the United Kingdom was replaced by a new person. "It is basically a matter of time before France surrenders. Although the French Navy is not very strong, if they join forces with Germany and Italy, they will be a serious threat to us! Especially in the new battleships, Bismarck and Tirpitz have already made us exhausted. The two French Richelieu-class battleships are no worse than the Bismarck-class. Italy is also building a powerful Veneto-class battleship. We only have the modified Hood that can be used now. The King George V-class battleship will have to wait until the end of the year..."

"Let France die... Even though they are trash, it will take some time for that little mustache guy to completely get rid of France. Let's make some preparations during this time! Our free and Christian British Empire must not be dictated by that bastard on the European continent! We must hold on! Hold on until friendly countries in the New World come to our aid, or until Nazi Germany and Communist Soviet Union start a fight!!" Churchill gritted his teeth, his face full of flesh looking hideous under the dim light of the conference room.

"As for the French fleet, now that the Hood has come out, and there are four old warships concentrated in the mainland... we will send someone to contact General Darlan (French Navy Commander). If they don't cooperate with us, we will go all out and strike first!! For the interests and freedom of the British Empire, what does the death of a few French navy matter?!"

The Admiral and the Foreign Secretary both nodded vigorously. But... the problem still exists...

"There is another problem. The escort team is seriously under-strength... Although we now have a group of old warships escorting us, we don't have to worry too much about the German battlecruisers and pocket battleships. But... the scale of our destroyers is too insufficient! Although various intelligence reports show that due to limited production capacity, the number of German submarines that can be maintained in the Atlantic is about 10 to 12, and never more than 15. But our escort ships are too scattered and cannot provide effective anti-submarine escort... And... According to intelligence, as we gradually withdraw from Norway, the main force of German submarines will be transferred from the Norwegian Sea to the North Atlantic. And if France surrenders, the Germans can attack the Atlantic directly from the French coast, so that their combat efficiency will be at least two or three times higher! At that time, our shipping will be very troublesome..."

"Besides, the exchange rate of our pound has plummeted in the international market, and the New York Stock Exchange has required us to use real money for payment..." The finance minister also said with a frown. "Although we have some materials, such as oil, coal, timber, and basic food security, which can be developed locally or drawn from the colonies, and we also have a certain amount of reserves, and we have already implemented a rationing system, this problem still needs to be solved..."

(In fact, there is one thing the Chancellor of the Exchequer did not mention, which is that the absolute reserves of those materials are actually very sufficient, enough to last for a long time. But now the market is already rationed, and there are also panic selling and soaring prices by various speculators... In fact, as for speculation and profiteering from national disasters, let alone the current wartime cabinet, at least the lords of the House of Lords, the members of the House of Commons, and the bosses of the London Stock Exchange, basically everyone has a share, right? ---- Although the rationing was once as low as less than one loaf of bread per person a day, at least Churchill himself ate quite well, either big fish or big meat every day... But this is the rule of the game of "freedom", isn't it?)

So basically, this issue was tacitly understood. No one in the wartime cabinet mentioned the need to crack down on speculation (historical fact)

"We are currently negotiating with the United States on this issue. Ambassador Philip Kerr has already asked President Roosevelt for assistance..." The Foreign Minister said with difficulty. "The Americans said they agreed to lease us 50 expired destroyers from World War I, but... they want us to exchange the base in the West Indies..."

"Damn Roosevelt! Why doesn't he just die!" Upon hearing that they had to give up an important naval base, the First Sea Lord slammed his fist on the table, causing everyone's teacups to jump. "The U.S. Navy is already a threat to our maritime power, and those bases are used to monitor the U.S. Navy!! Moreover, intelligence shows that the U.S.'s latest fiscal budget has urgently passed a proposal to build ten aircraft carriers in batches! And six 45000-ton battleships!! In fact, they now have four large aircraft carriers and two medium-sized aircraft carriers, and are building another large aircraft carrier and six new battleships!! And how many warships do we have now?! And what kind of warships are they?!... In short, I don't agree! I absolutely don't agree!!!"

The admiral objected almost through gritted teeth.

"But... do we have a choice?" The Chancellor of the Exchequer smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "Our treasury is now empty, because we are a resource-importing country. If we want to continue the war, the credit of the pound in the international market has plummeted. The US's requirement that we pay with real gold and silver is evidence... To be honest, even the royal family has begun to plunder the gold foil on those decorations..."

"But... the Americans obviously have bad intentions!" The Admiral gnashed his teeth but said unwillingly: "This is clearly blackmail, and they want to squeeze us out..."

"...But do we have any other options?" The Minister of Industry held his forehead and said, "Since World War I, our country has declined. Now we don't even have enough production capacity for some things, and we may have to ask the Americans to produce them for us. They also asked us to transfer industrial and technological technology, but what else can I do? With the country in this state, do we have any choice?"

(In fact, the Minister of Industry also had something to say: In terms of technological background, Britain, which has been the world's number one for many years, is actually the most powerful, but... because of well-known reasons, many companies have changed their careers for the sake of profit... so there is a strange phenomenon that they have the world's number one technology and are not without money, but do not have much production capacity. In fact, in history, even the recruitment of workers and the expansion of military production capacity in Britain had to be delayed until the late stage of the Battle of Britain, when Goering bombed the aircraft engine production plant in Coventry - although the bombing of the German Air Force stopped half a month later...)

"But we clearly still have more than a dozen large shipyards and at least a dozen large docks. Now we are producing five large aircraft carriers and five battleships..." The Secretary of the Navy was dissatisfied.

"Our government has no money, and now we have no time!" Churchill finally spoke up in person, surrounded by a group of sullen military industry representatives. "Besides, the United States is our 'cousin' after all, and it is better than the Bavarian private who restricts 'freedom' on the European continent!! Leasing the island to the United States is better than leasing it to Germany..." Churchill waved his hand roughly: "It's settled!"

The Admiral moved his lips, but in the end he said nothing. He could only lower his head in pain and sigh...

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Chapter 175: Shipbuilding

When the British were sighing in anger, their German opponents were overjoyed. A total of 390,000 people, that's how many divisions they had. How many battles would they have to fight to annihilate so many British and French forces?

It is estimated that the whole of Germany will be able to laugh for a whole year. After losing so many manpower, the British Army will no longer be able to pose any threat to Germany in the short term - because the remaining people are almost all there to defend the homeland.

Even if the British Empire could gather enough troops from its former colonies, those soldiers would take at least three months to train, and they would be just a bunch of cannon fodder.