Churchill frowned and paced slowly in the corridor of the shelter, constantly spitting smoke like a steam locomotive, and the passing staff saw the prime minister's figure shrouded in low pressure from afar, and all turned around and detoured on the spot.

Churchill was very taboo about being disturbed by the outside world when he was thinking, and he would even be full of childish anger, although he would not settle accounts on the spot, he would definitely leave a bad impression, and maybe the next time he encountered some kind of work that would kill him, he would naturally think of you.

However, this kind of work must be done by someone, and a new lieutenant of the staff group was pushed out and became a sacrifice. The young lieutenant stepped forward, this inexperienced rookie did not know how to block the prime minister's way, Churchill raised his head sharply and glared angrily at the offender who dared to interrupt his train of thought and block his steps, the second lieutenant never thought that a person's eyes could be so fierce and tyrannical, at that moment the young man felt a sore bladder, and some warm liquid moistened the flax.

"What's the matter!" Churchill asked coldly to the stiff-looking little lieutenant in front of him.

"Prime Minister...... The Prime Minister ...... "The young lieutenant's mind went blank, and he could no longer remember why he was standing in this place.

"You need to go get some rest, kid!" Churchill found that his attitude might have made the other party too nervous, and he had seen this situation so many times that many people were even speechless under his own coercion, and it was already a good performance for this kid to be able to call the prime minister.

"Okay, Prime Minister, okay......" The second lieutenant had forgotten even the basic salute, he turned around and walked towards the other end of the corridor sluggishly, Churchill noticed a series of shoe prints with water trails behind the second lieutenant, and couldn't help frowning in disgust, he decided to give the staff an order to transfer this nest away as soon as possible. Such cowards should be sent to a harsh environment to be tempered, and the Sahara may be a good choice.

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister." The reluctant staff group could only send a second offering, and an army lieutenant stood at a distance and saluted Churchill.

"What the hell are you guys going on, I'm thinking about the topic of the meeting right now, if it's just a general matter, let the Chief of Staff of the Army handle it himself, don't come and bother me before the meeting." Churchill was a little tired of the sneaky ways of these men, and he vowed to drag the lieutenant out to sacrifice the flag if it was just a trivial matter.

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister, Marshal Ironside, please come over at once. He is waiting for you in the office of the Army Commission, there is a very urgent situation to report to you. The lieutenant puffed up his chest and finished the sentence in one breath, his broad forehead glistening in the corridor light.

"Urgent? Do you know what's going on? Churchill felt a little nervous, and he had a premonition that maybe it was another piece of bad news, and that he was already in a state of flux, and that the British Empire could not afford any more bad news.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I don't know what it is." The lieutenant replied loudly.

"Understood, I'll be right over." Churchill stabilized his mood. Anyway, the status quo is already like this, and it should not be any worse, maybe it's about those German paratroopers, the army has always liked to make a fuss. Churchill comforted himself as he walked towards the makeshift office of the Army Commission in the bunker.

The British Army and the Commonwealth Army have a unique organizational structure of the British, which is different from the rest of the world, and its complexity can dazzle the eyes of ordinary military fans, and by the way, turn that person's brain into a pot of gruel.

This group of Anglo-Saxon barbarians is, after all, of Germanic blood. Inheriting the glorious tradition of the Saxon barbarians, who are brave and fierce, they also absorbed the greed, cunning, insidiousness and viciousness of the Anglo barbarians, and finally came out of the blue. While their Germanic relatives were still fighting each other in the Black Forest, they had already kneeled on the island with various Celtic tribes, annexed the achievements of the Roman Empire in one fell swoop, and broke a great foundation.

The German state of Saxony is one of their birthplaces. So when they denounced the Germans as a bunch of barbarians in the forest, they were actually insulting their own ancestors.

The British military system can actually be said to be inherited from the Roman Empire, they almost copied the Roman legion in the early days, this group of barbarians who worship Rome to the bones after hundreds of years of evolution, even still retain the habits of the Roman Legion, after the establishment of a force, no matter how the times change, still insist on retaining the establishment of the number and honorary title. For example, the Royal Fusiliers Regiment shows that the British Army had just begun to form flintlock pistols when this unit was established, and for example, the Flintlock Regiment, which shows that this regiment had entered the era of rifles when it was established.

The British bureaucracy called this title an administrative title, which was used for desk work, and was completely different from the combat establishment. So looking at the number of the British tends to confuse people, it is obviously a flintlock regiment, but it turns out to be mechanized infantry, obviously it is a Scottish infantry regiment, and it turns out to be a paratrooper unit.

In the British Army, it is called a regiment, and it is often formed with only one battalion. However, after the outbreak of war, some regiments would swell in an instant, frantically absorbing a bunch of reserve local battalions and reserve battalions, becoming huge units similar to brigades, and at one time there were infantry regiments with 17 oversized infantry battalions and a total strength of more than one infantry division.

In addition, there is also the fact that the first battalion is stationed in Gibraltar, the second battalion is far away in India, and the third battalion is classified as a reserve in the mainland, which makes others think that this regiment seems to be elusive, in fact, this is the norm in the British Army, which is colonized all over the world, but it is enough to make the agents who collect British intelligence crazy about it.

What is even more chaotic is that the various brigade-level and division-level units of the British army do not have a fixed establishment, and most of the troops in the brigade are temporarily assigned and often exchanged and deployed at any time according to the different areas of operation. For example, the famous 79th Armored Division in history, the British actually shoehorned five armored brigades into the establishment of this division, with thousands of tanks, which can be called the world's first armored corps.

After talking about the chaotic basic structure of the British Army, above all this is the command system of the British Imperial Army. In contrast to the chaotic troop formation, it was rare to be concise and clear, and the commander-in-chief was the wise King, who had supreme leadership as the commander-in-chief of the three armed forces, and of course it was only words.

The Minister of War is the administrative leader, he is responsible for the day-to-day construction and management of the army, and the real head of the army is the chief of the army general staff, who is responsible only to the army minister and the wartime cabinet as the commander-in-chief of all military operations of the army. He is in charge of the Army Council, which is responsible for drawing up operational plans, and the Army Executive Committee, which oversees execution. Below is a bunch of administrative, equipment, construction, logistics, scientific research, and so on miscellaneous committees, the division of labor is also clear, and each can perform its own duties to complete the tasks assigned above, in addition to the work efficiency of the bureaucracy and sluggishness peculiar to Britain, but it is also a relatively scientific administrative structure.

Baron Ironside and his henchmen sat around the makeshift office of the Army Commission, engaged in a heated discussion over several telegrams and telephone records on the desk. While several officers were blushing and pointing at each other's noses, Churchill pushed open the door and walked in. Time seemed to freeze in the room for a moment, and then everyone stood up and saluted the Prime Minister.

"Your Excellency Ironside, is there any urgent situation to report to me, has you received another information about the discovery of German paratroopers?" Churchill walked all the way to the main seat of the map table in the middle and sat down unceremoniously.

"Your Excellency, the problem is even more acute, in the rear of Dover there are German armored units, the baggage and artillery units of the 1st Panzer Division are under attack by German tanks, according to the surviving officers, there is at least one tank regiment in number. The baggage squadron of the 6th Infantry Division was also attacked by a German army on the London road, and they claimed to have encountered a dozen new German tanks, but they were unable to identify the specific model, refusing to claim that it appeared to be an improved version of the German No. 4 tank. Ironside stood up and reported respectfully to Churchill, placing several telegrams and notes on the table in front of the Prime Minister.

"This can't be, these people must be insane!" Churchill did not hesitate to say that the news was ridiculous. He put the cigar in his hand into the ashtray on the table, then took out his famous tortoiseshell glasses from his suit pocket and put them on his nose, picked up the telegrams and carefully studied them word by word.

"Completely unbelievable, I saw a group of frightened men, wailing like a pack of defeated dogs, who might have only been attacked by a few German paratroopers, but fled like cowards, and lied about encountering German tanks in order to relieve their guilt. I have seen many similar examples in reports on the front lines of the French campaign, where fear can create hallucinations and magnify the enemy's strength many times over.

In order to avoid court-martial, these people can do anything, lying about the enemy is their most common trick, but unfortunately these people are so stupid that they forget that they are on an island, German tanks cannot fly, and they cannot cross the fortress of Dover and appear on British soil. Churchill took off his glasses, casually threw the telegram in his hand on the table, pouted his contempt for the desertion, and picked up the cigar and stuffed it back into his mouth. (To be continued......)