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Ever since there had been wars, it has been the terrible cavalry that has crossed the continent of Europe, and when the hereditary warriors have their armor on their ships and ride their tall horses, they are majestic and invincible.

And now, when mechanized warfare comes, the cavalry is finally ruthlessly eliminated.

The war horse was already tired, no matter how vigorous it was, but now it was with a tired pace, and even, from time to time, when the horse was running, it suddenly fell to the ground.

War horses must rest and eat forage, and they have been running for more than ten hours in a row.

You can not rest, only tanks! As long as there is fuel, the tank can move on!

The horse on horseback fell from above, and he rolled twice on the ground, all of which were mud, but fortunately it was all mud, so that he fell off unharmed.

His once straight cavalry uniform was now in tatters, and had long been soaked by the rain, and now, the whole person was as embarrassed as he was, and his epaulettes were also stained by muddy water.

Joseph, the commander of the French 1st Cavalry Division, lay down in the mud like this, the sky above his head was gloomy, the light rain was still dripping, and his mood was extremely depressed.

His warhorse, right next to him, was still steaming in his nostrils, but his eyes were closed.

On the ground, there was a sound of vibration, and unlike the vibration of the horse's hooves, these vibrations were continuous.

Germans, still caught up!

Joseph looked at the cavalry around him, they couldn't run anymore, the horses were exhausted, and they now had only one road left.

In the light rain in the distance, the figure of the tank had already appeared, and the tall and mighty tank, crushing the soft thin mud, was moving towards this side.

"Report the number of our troops, and we surrender." Joseph said that at this time, his eyes were red, and there was clear water flowing out of the corners of his eyes, I don't know if it was rain or tears.

Once conquered the entire European continent, once made the Germans disarm and surrender, now France, is completely defeated.

At this time, they were only thirty kilometers from Dunkirk.

The Panther 3 tank stopped, and the infantry on top of the tank, jumped down from it, stepped on the soft mud, and held an MP38 "submachine gun", and surrounded it.

The French, who could no longer run, finally surrendered after being chased by tank units for two days and two nights!

Having accepted the surrender of the French 1st Cavalry Division in formation, Rommel was so moved that he peeked out of the tank and looked at the sky around him.

The coastline in the distance is not yet visible, but according to the map, they are about to reach Dunkirk!

"Take the captured French, hold them for the time being, leave a battalion to guard them, don't waste time!" Rommel said: "Now our task is to continue to move forward unswervingly and take Dunkirk!" ”

The diesel engine continued to roar, and Rommel could drive straight in, which was inseparable from this tank.

Just by relying on the internal mailbox, it has a range of about 500 kilometers, and if you add a big oil drum to the tail, it can drive 700 kilometers!

According to the current fuel consumption, even if the supply trucks behind them can't get up because of the muddy roads, they can drive all the way to Dunkirk!

When we get there, the remaining fuel will be enough to take down this port, and then, as long as it is a fixed battery, it will be enough.

Now, it's up to you who has the strongest will to get to the port of Dunkirk through this muddy road first!

The sky is gray, and Rommel is already winning.

Paris.

Purple vetiver irises bloom outside, and the whole air is filled with the refreshing fragrance of flowers.

For the romantic French, this fragrance is the most intoxicating.

In an intensive care ward, the chubby Churchill slowly opened his eyes and looked around, the white walls, this must be the ward, the smell of Su water, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, is another feeling.

"Clementina, where is this?" Churchill looked at his wife who was with him and couldn't help but be very moved.

(About this wife, she is also very romantic, she once cuckolded Qiu Fatzi for two years, and went to the United States to mess with bodyguards for two years.) But the family background is good, it can't be compared, and after Churchill became the Secretary of the Navy, this wife came back and assisted Churchill to become Prime Minister. ）

As for Churchill, his love history can also be written into a book, and there is not much to say about the East China Hero, you can search for it.

"This is Paris." "As soon as I learned that you were sick, I flew over and signed your surgical order," Clementina said. ”

Surgery? Churchill then felt a sharp pain somewhere in his body, the effect of the anesthetic had passed, and in addition to the pain, he also felt extremely terrible, it was that place that was emitting pain!

"What's wrong with me?" Churchill asked.

"Your **, the lesion has occurred, in order to prevent the spread, the doctor will remove your **." Clementina said: "Only with my signature can doctors dare to operate. ”

**Amputate? Churchill was furious: "How so? Clementina, you say, are you the hell? ”

Churchill's voice was a little high-pitched, and he looked at his wife, already extremely angry.

Of course, he knew about his wife's affair, and it could be said that the two were reunited for the sake of political fate, and although Clementina returned, Churchill did not touch her body.

However, you can't do such a poisonous thing to yourself for this reason! The most poisonous thing is a woman's heart! It occurred to Churchill that his wife had done it.

Hearing Churchill's accountability, Clementina immediately stood up: "Winston, remember who you are, you are now the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, the Prime Minister who can lead the whole of Britain out of the predicament!" You are the hope of the British people! Don't let your illness make you lose your mind! Roosevelt is still lame, not the same as president? You're just lame. ”

It's okay to be lame in the middle leg, anyway, I'm a lot older, and I don't have that need anymore, and now Churchill must protect this secret, not care about it!

Clementina was still very conscious at this time.