The rain was getting heavier, but the German army in Dover was still busy. Two more large transport ships arrived at the port after midnight, one of which brought rain gear and equipment urgently needed for the landing cluster.

German soldiers carried their own marching backpacks with them during the battle, which contained only a change of clothes and an emergency food item. In fact, many people were reluctant to carry these things, and many soldiers left their backpacks on the company's baggage trucks, carrying only the necessary ammunition and equipment to go into battle lightly. The weather changed without warning, one moment the sun was shining, the next moment the clouds began to thicken.

At that time, the various units were still on combat duty, the urban area had not yet been completely cleared, and some stubborn British remnants were still engaged in sporadic exchanges of fire with the German army, resulting in the surrounding German troops competing to support, and some sections had been covered by fire, and the troops in front could not withdraw to rest at all, and the baggage troops in the rear also did not know the specific location of their combat units at present.

By the time the battle was over, raindrops were already beginning to fall in the sky. Many soldiers did not carry rain gear and began to look for shelter from the rain, which caused further confusion in management. The commander was disconnected from his own troops, the combat troops and the baggage troops could not find anyone with each other, and although there was radio communication with each other, how could these Germans possibly know what the Custer restaurant was and what Wilson's butcher's shop was.

Accurate military maps were of no use at this point, as many of the streets were clogged with crumbling buildings, and there were newly dug trenches and traps, making it difficult for soldiers to walk, let alone bulky trucks. The streets and alleys were filled with German soldiers marching in sleeveless raincoats, and a large number of British prisoners and civilians were mixed in, and both the combat department and the logistics department were in a mess.

In the end, an enraged Guderian gave the order for the troops to regroup and began to arrange the living quarters according to the structure of each unit, which restored order, but it also took a lot of time. These problems were exacerbated by the subsequent arrival of reinforcements. The landing cluster has already taken care of itself, where is there still energy to settle their accommodation. Rundstead could only express his understanding, and after consulting with Bock, he circled an area on the map for each unit to solve the problem of camping on their own, and then deal with the night first.

The officer in charge of resettlement was already about to be paraded, who would have thought that several divisions of troops would be placed in such an area, and there would be several times the number of materials and equipment that needed to be stored in a safe place. Dover is also in this place, the barracks that could hold a large number of troops and the Thor's hammer on the opposite bank of the fortress are smashed, and now both soldiers and officers can only live in ordinary houses.

Dover also concentrated a large number of armored forces, these tanks and armored vehicles, although not afraid of the rain. However, they need to have a dry space for repair and maintenance, although the German armored forces in the previous battles have achieved brilliant results, but they are not unscathed, many equipment and machinery have undergone overload operation, at this time must be repaired and maintained, otherwise it is difficult to ensure that the chain will not be dropped in the subsequent operations. Some of the farms outside Dover served as shelters for the tank battalions, mainly because of the large barns and warehouses that could be used by repair companies, even if they were. By the time the troops were settled, it was already dark.

According to the original plan of the High Command, this should not be the case, the problem is that the plan is that only a part of the defenders will be left in Dover that night. The large forces were all going inland, and now not only did the large forces stay, but they also brought their own logistical baggage troops, plus a steady stream of men and equipment from the other side. As a result, it was overcrowded for a while.

The command moved some of its troops to villages and towns on the outskirts of the city, where most of the vacant houses remained intact and the British had limited capacity to evacuate. So I took away only some of the valuables and easy-to-carry furniture, and left most of the clumsy belongings in the house.

Lieutenant Zeisler's Panzergrenadier Company did not take part in subsequent combat operations, and remained as the backbone of the perimeter blockade at the Duke of York's Royal Military School off the Dover road. On the contrary, the 2nd Company participated in the battle against the city of Dover, but it was heard that it only cruised around the battlefield and did not directly participate in the attack. The terrain is not very suitable for half-track combat, and although these vehicles have good off-road ability, the hills are still too steep for them.

The High Command had a very clear understanding of the grenadiers, and they forbade the commander to use these personnel carriers as combat armored vehicles, these half-track vehicles have a certain bulletproof ability, but only for rifles and pistols, in the face of heavy machine guns and larger caliber anti-tank weapons, this kind of vehicle is still extremely vulnerable, and cannot be fooled by its sturdy-looking appearance, in fact, it is just a kind of personnel carrier with a thicker shell in its bones.

Zeisler's Panzergrenadier Company was lucky not to suffer the same offense as his colleagues, and there were enough rooms in the academy for them to live in, as well as a huge indoor court where the German tracked vehicles had crashed into a gap in the wall and parked two platoons of vehicles.

The remaining platoon was placed on the side of the Dover road, and the Germans erected a large canopy beside the bushes, under which the soldiers set up a firing bunker with mortars and heavy machine guns. The perimeter and top of the canopy are covered with a camouflage net, which is difficult to identify in dark weather, and at night it is impossible to distinguish it from the surrounding bushes.

Canvas canopies were also erected on three half-tracks, where a platoon of soldiers was stationed and rotated every two hours, keeping the road from Dover to Canterbury on full alert.

In the original kitchen and warehouse of the academy, there were still a lot of food and supplies stored by the school, many of which were specially allocated to these cadets by the local garrison. The grenadier company's baggage squad arrived at the academy before dark, bringing additional supplies and ammunition. When night fell, all the soldiers were served a hot and fragrant meal, and even the student prisoners were each given a bowl of German-style broth.

These students gave Zeisler a bit of a headache, he didn't know how to classify them, either they were soldiers and they were just children who had not graduated, or civilians who were militarily trained and heavily armed, and finally Zeisler was ready to classify them as militiamen, after all, they were all dressed in uniform and with clear signs, Zeisler was ready to treat these children as prisoners of war. That would at least save their lives.

"Company commander, there is a new order from the regimental headquarters." The communications soldier poked his head out of the armored vehicle and shouted at him.

"Wait a minute." Zeisler took a sip of the broth in the lunch box, then put down the lunch box and walked to the command car.

"Well, we have work to do. The second and third platoons were ordered to assemble here in twenty minutes. Let the soldiers be fully armed, hand over unneeded luggage and belongings to the baggage platoon, each squad carry three bases of ammunition, and each crew should prepare two barrels of spare fuel. Zeisler said loudly to Sergeant Corp.

"Yes, sir." Master Chief saluted Zeisler, then turned and ran out of the indoor court.

"What about those prisoners, we haven't had time to hand them over to the gendarmes." The company's medical officer asked.

"The platoon will continue to stay here. The gendarmes will come tomorrow morning to pick up the prisoners. Zeisler walked to the command car, grabbed the handle by the tailgate, and climbed onto the car.

"Connect me to a platoon of radios." Zeisler walked up to the communications soldier and put his arm on his shoulder.

"Wait a minute, sir." The communications soldier picked up the microphone of the 300-type walkie-talkie and began to call loudly.

"Bread calls Bacon, bread calls Bacon, does Bacon hear?"

"Which guy gave this code name?" The medical officer standing under the car asked the herald beside him.

"Upper." The herald pointed his finger above his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"Bacon received, heard very clearly." The voice of a row of communication soldiers came from the microphone hanging next to the carriage.

"I'm Zeisler. Let Vail talk to me. Zeisler took the microphone from the communications man.

"This is Vail." A platoon commander replied over the radio.

"Weil, I'm Zeisler, and now I have a new mission, so you can come over with a squad right now."

"Understood." Vail was a decisive officer. His answer was as concise as ever.

Twenty minutes later, two platoons of Panzergrenadiers lined up in the open space in front of the stadium, the soldiers standing tall in the rain, their gray M35 steel helmets in the rain. The water flowed down the eaves of the helmet onto the sleeveless poncho, and then down the folds of the tarp onto the concrete floor beneath the soldier's feet.

"I know there must be some of you who don't like rain, and I hate it too. But we are glorious German soldiers. Nothing can stop us from fulfilling our mission. Now we have a new mission, and we have two platoons of soldiers in the regiment to form a reconnaissance team, and we are marching to Canterbury tonight. I now feel extremely honored that our company has once again become the vanguard of the entire division, ahead of all comrades, and this will forever be recorded in the history of the company.

Now the commanders of each car listened well, and lined up in a column according to the team, the command platoon and I led the team, the second platoon leader followed me, and the heavy platoon still pressed the old rules at the end of the line. Now let's get started, and the teams will board the bus immediately. Zeisler gave the order to the soldiers, and then the neatly arranged phalanx dispersed at once, and the soldiers, led by the squad leader, began to rush towards the personnel carrier that had been started parked by the stadium with their equipment.

Zeisler nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked towards the platoon leader who was waiting for him.

"The defense here will be left to you, and tomorrow morning a group of gendarmes will be sent from the regiment to take over the prisoners, and if my guess is correct, your platoon may move with the battalion headquarters."

"Yes, sir, I hope to be able to join you on the front lines soon. Good luck. Second Lieutenant Weil gave Zeisler a military salute.

"I'm also looking forward to you catching up soon, we all need good luck, Vail." Zeisler returned the salute to his subordinates, turned around and ran briskly to his command car.

Holding on to the front cover, Zeisler waved his arms in the rain.

"Panzergrenadiers! Advance! In the glow of the bright headlights, the gray 251 half-track transporter jerked forward, then roared toward the road outside the academy. (To be continued......)