Late on the night of May 27, the British Expeditionary Force launched a desperate final assault on the beach. Under the glow of the flares fired by the Germans, the figures in khaki military uniforms rushed like a swarm of insects and sea rats, and there was no edge at all. A large number of corpses were piled up in the mountains, more than one metre thick. In the face of the intractable German tanks, the British soldiers did not flee as before, and they directly sent death squad members carrying cluster grenades and Molotov cocktails to carry out a decisive raid under the cover of night.

Under the frantic struggle of the British army, the German defenders, who were at a clear disadvantage in strength and lacked geographical protection, gradually reached the limit of battle. In the early hours of the next morning, the German army began to retreat in the direction of Dunkirk Harbor, and the British took the opportunity to continue the onslaught, and finally reached the seashore before daylight. Although the British only captured a total of less than 2 kilometers of beach, Gordon burst into tears of joy: he had finally smashed a gap in his desperate situation, and then he had to wait for a thousand boats across the channel to race to save his army!

Still, Gordon was too early to rejoice. In the early morning of 28 May, the Germans launched a massive offensive against the British Expeditionary Force from all directions, and although Gordon constantly ordered his troops to retreat to shorten the defensive line, the German advance remained as unstoppable as a sharp knife cutting into butter. As the report of the defeat at the front came like snowflakes, Gordon quickly realized an extremely grim reality: the lone army under his command was already logistically cut off, and it could only hold out for another 2 days at most, and it would inevitably be crushed by the main German forces pouring in from all directions!

Worst of all, the Germans also launched a counter-assault on the beach after dawn, intending to recapture the area and re-seal the encirclement, which made Gordon's troop deployment even more stretched, making the front line more and more unsustainable due to the lack of reinforcements. In just five hours, the area under the control of the British army had shrunk by nearly a third, and a large number of British soldiers who had no hope of escaping laid down their arms and entered the German prisoner of war camps in despair.

By the afternoon of the 28th, seeing that the defeat of the expeditionary force was imminent, Gordon secretly issued a final order: the senior officers of all departments of major and above immediately gathered on the beach and evacuated by night boats. Since the morning of the 27th, the sky near the Strait of Dover has been filled with heavy fog, and not only have German and British combat planes died down over the theater of operations, but even transport planes have not been able to dispatch, so the retreat of the British senior commanders can only rely on sea transportation.

Gordon was filled with joy in this, because the battle on the 26th had shown that the Germans still had a clear advantage in the air, and now there was no air cover on either side, and it was obvious that the British expeditionary force had retreated in haste.

The sunset was dim, the clouds were low, and the sky and earth gradually fell into darkness, except for the flames burning on the battlefield in the distance. Gordon changed into an inconspicuous gray military uniform, trying to make it look dirtier with dust and mud, and the general's epaulettes were torn off, and the whole person looked like a clerk who had just been devastated by war. In order to avoid being recognized by the British soldiers, which would lead to riots and even mutinies, Gordon disguised himself very much; Escorted by several henchmen, he drove quickly to the beach.

The wind is howling, the waves are rolling, and the figures on the beach are longing, like a group of ghosts traveling in the dark night. Shells were constantly being dropped near the beach from afar, provoking huge explosions and dazzling fires. The British soldiers, however, were oblivious to the explosions and deaths around them, and their eyes were all focused on the faint ship in the distant sea. Gordon looked from afar, and saw countless sampans of various shapes rising and falling in the waves, and in addition to the well-defined traffic boats, there were also a large number of sailing boats, motorboats, barges, small fishing boats, and other ships that did not belong to the army at all.

"These should be the boats that the people spontaneously drove over in response to the prime minister's appeal." Gordon nodded secretly, and his joy in his heart was that he spoke more highly of Churchill. Since the British Expeditionary Force occupied beaches with insufficient depth, the question of how to transfer personnel in large quantities to large ships with a deeper draft became an urgent problem. Faced with this situation, Churchill called on all the shipowners on the southeast coast of Britain to rush to the other side to save their compatriots early this morning, which immediately greatly increased the relay force, and the speed of the whole retreat increased dramatically.

After looking at it for a while, Gordon lowered the brim of his hat and stepped out of the car, blending in with the adjutant's entourage into the crowd on the beach. The sound of crackling gunfire came from a distance, and Gordon couldn't help but speed up his pace. Based on what he had, the British Expeditionary Force would collapse within 36 hours, and if it didn't leave tonight, it would be difficult to go again tomorrow. Because if the weather improves tomorrow, the German planes that obscure the sky will seriously threaten the safety of ships on the sea. And the British fleet could not accompany the army to hold out until the last moment, as long as the German artillery could effectively cover the ships on the beach, the entire retreat could only be stopped!

Gordon was depressed and sad in his heart, but he didn't notice what he stepped on, and his body instantly lost his balance and almost fell headlong. After stabilizing his body with the help of the adjutant, Gordon discovered that the culprit was an abandoned rifle with a sharp bayonet stuck in its muzzle, which sent chills down Gordon's spine. Turning his head to look, he saw that the ground was full of scattered weapons, ammunition and baggage debris, except for the kettle and dry food, all the equipment carried by an infantryman, Gordon could be found on the ground 10 meters nearby.

Seeing that Gordon's expression gradually turned furious, the adjutant next to him hurriedly explained in a low voice: "Your Excellency, in order to allow as many soldiers as possible to board the ship, the gendarmerie ordered all evacuees to abandon all their personal equipment and lose weight, so the vicinity of the beach has become what it is now. When soldiers throw away their heavy equipment, they save an average of 1 person for every 5 people. There was very little time left for our troops to evacuate, so we had to save as many people as possible. ”

Gordon was silent, bowed his head and continued walking towards the beach. Approaching the water, several people found that five wooden trestle bridges about 100 meters long had been erected in the shallows, and the British soldiers were squeezed on them with their chests against their backs, and jumped one after another to the small boats in front. As each ship turned to leave, the deck was filled with soldiers, and its heavily overloaded waterline raised concerns about whether it would be able to withstand the waves. The armed gendarmes maintained order at the beginning of the trestle, but there was no chaotic scramble that Gordon feared, and the whole operation was fast and orderly, showing the natural skill of the British army in organizing the retreat.

In seawater, however, the situation is different. In order to improve work efficiency, many small boats with a draft of less than 1.2 meters drove directly to the shore to save people, and a large number of British soldiers with a strong desire to survive jumped into the sea and desperately climbed to the boat. The fast man struggled to grab a boat and panted, and the slow man could only be ruthlessly pushed into the sea by the people on the full boat, constantly fluttering and crying, and the noisy sound resounded in the waters. After a few tosses, many of them quickly became exhausted, and they stood frozen in chest-deep water, waiting for a ship to pass in front of them.

Gordon was so heavy that he couldn't bear to look at the scramble in the water. With the assistance of the adjutant, Gordon and others successfully obtained permission from the gendarmerie to cut in line; Half an hour later, Gordon boarded a fast and comfortable Navy transport boat through a trestle bridge open for officers. At all times, there is a privileged class. With the sudden sound of gasoline engines, the ten-ton boat quickly headed for the gunboat Gadfly, 4 kilometers away, which was to carry Gordon back to England overnight.

Gordon's concern about the next day's retreat proved to be very well in place. After more than two days of foggy weather, the Strait of Dover began to clear on the morning of the 29th, and the German army voyages, which had been impatient for a long time, immediately rushed to the beach and launched a fierce air attack on the British ships on the sea. Despite the best efforts of the British Air Force fighters to intercept them, the sea was still flooded with bombs, and the small boats used to transport people were overturned by the explosion waves, and many drowned bodies soon floated in the sea.

At the same time, large and medium-sized ships carrying personnel in deep waters were also fatally hit by falling from the sky. Most of these ships are privately owned, and their resistance to bombs and damage management are much lower than those of warships, and even if a 250kg bomb is missed, the resulting compartment flooding is irreparable. Soon, a mail ship loaded with more than 2,000 people was hit by a Stuka bomb, and the violent explosion caused the entire stern of the ship to shatter in the blazing waves, and the ship sank quickly in 3 minutes, causing a whirlpool that sucked everyone on board into the deep sea!

In the face of a sharp increase in casualties, the British still gritted their teeth and insisted: only a small part of the total number of retreating people was wiped out by German planes, and if they gave up for fear of losses, then they would really be completely annihilated, and there would be no chance of escape. As the afternoon came, the dense shelling broke the order on the beach again, and the British troops were blown to pieces, and the small boats near the shore were surrounded by the water column, and nearly twenty were overturned or destroyed in the blink of an eye!

"The Germans are coming!" Seeing the shells exploding on the beach and in the water, the British soldiers fell into a great panic, and the otherwise orderly retreat immediately collapsed. There was no doubt that the Germans had advanced very close to the beach, and under the cover of their artillery fire, it was no longer possible for the British boats to get to the shore to rescue the people, and finally had to evacuate the beach.

Despite the desperate cries and cries of the British soldiers, the ships were still becoming more and more sparse on the sea with a column of water. Before nightfall, there was no longer a piece of board on the beach, and the sound of gunfire and bullets at this moment was clearly audible with the sound of the waves crashing.