As hundreds of landing ships passed by the battlefleet, Chentian, Scheer, and other army and navy generals standing in the command room were all speechless, and even the most calm people would become emotionally surging in front of such a magnificent picture of real history.

By this time the English Channel had spent an extremely long night, the world was gray with the hazy morning light, the visibility on the sea was much greater than an hour before, and the British coastline in front of the German generals and soldiers was gradually becoming clearer.

German airships over the beach gradually peeked out of the darkness with their grey coats, and the huge white iron crosses on the lower part of the airships made the surviving British soldiers on Bonemouth Beach tremble.

Seeing this symbol, Chen Tian remembered the indomitable fighting spirit and the resolute and tenacious national character of the German people, and the huge empire behind it was in its own golden age. Among them, Tirpitz, Falkenhein, Heydrich, Schell, Hipper, Hindenburg and others were the traditional senior army and navy generals over 50 years old, experienced and sophisticated, and these people were also the soul of the military power of the German Empire; Ludendorff, Zechter, Hoffmann, Ollie, Olge, and Matthew, who were between the ages of thirty and fifty, were the backbone of the Imperial Army and Navy, who were energetic, possessed high quality and experience, and had fully accepted new tactics and new weapons. As for the mid-level officers who are not yet 30 years old, such as Dönitz, Guderian, Manstein, and Rommel, they are the new forces with the most potential and prospect. Together with the fact that Chentian was highly tactically gifted, strategically and politically on the rise, and a large number of well-trained, well-equipped, and highly motivated officers and men of the army and navy, this well-structured and united combination made the German military more powerful than it had been in hundreds of years. At the bottom of this vast war machine are well-developed workers, peasants and mines, spirited citizens, efficient government agencies and dedicated ministers, a large number of colonies, and powerful allies with excellent geographical locations and able to provide vast tangible and intangible resources, such an empire can basically be described as dreamy.

"Such a great empire, if we can't reach the top of the world in our hands, I think people and gods will be angry!"

Chen Tian said with high spirits, but such an empire still has the only flaw in his heart, that is, its real ruler now is 56-year-old Wilhelm II, although this person is in the best age to be the king of a country, but from the day he was born, the unexpectedly disabled left hand is largely destined to his strange character, capricious he only gets the allegiance of ministers and generals to the country rather than the recognition of his personal leadership ability, conceit and arrogant attitude makes Germany always make enemies on all sides. If it weren't for Chentian, the most powerful navy in German history would have been helpless to hide in the harbor and rust; If there was no Chentian, the German Army, which had first-class combat effectiveness, would have rushed to the east and west fronts and finally fell into the quagmire of trench warfare; If there was no Chentian, the faces of the German people would not be a smile of victory, but tears of defeat and betrayal.

Scheer and the others were still silently watching the sea ahead, and the battlefleet was still bombarding Bonemouth wave after wave. The resting gunners regained their firepower, and the speed of the fleet's salvo was restored to the original 1.5 shots per minute, looking at the flames and smoke on the beach not far away, and listening to the deafening bombardment and earth-shattering explosions, everyone was full of confidence, whether it was the sailors on the battleship or the soldiers on the landing ship.

On the mast of the Frontier Governor, the flagship of the Scheer fleet, the flag representing the offensive stands out.

By this time, Guderian and the officers of the mixed armored division were no longer visible on the flagship, and an hour earlier they had boarded the standard-class destroyer "Champion", which was cruising near the shore, which was to become the front-line command of the first wave of landing forces.

"The vanguard is 10,000 yards from the beachhead, and it is now within range of British heavy howitzers!"

On the "Frontier Governor" and the "Champion", Chen Tian and Guderian received reports from the rangefinders at about the same time, which means that from this moment on, the landing ships will face a possible artillery attack from the British. The artillery fire of the Scheer bombardment fleet began to extend back from the beach again, whether it was Chentian, Sher, Guderian and other generals, or the soldiers holding their weapons tightly in the landing ships, everyone was anxiously waiting for the shells coming from the direction of the beach, Scheer naturally hoped that his fleet had cleared as many British firepower points as possible, and Chen Tian and others hoped that the landing force could rush to the beach at the minimum cost.

There seemed to be tension in the air, and time passed quietly under the gaze of the people.

"The vanguard ship is 7,500 yards away from the beachhead, and it is within the farthest range of the British field guns!" When the rangefinder reported this data, even Chen Tian felt that his palms were sweating, and many generals began to pray, praying that countless shells would not explode from behind the beach in an instant.

"6000 yards, the longest-range ...... of small-caliber rapid-fire guns" The rangefinder's voice began to tremble, and even these minions understood what these data meant.

The defenders near Bonemouth Beach remained silent, the sand and gravel on the beach were scattered under the fire of cruisers and destroyers, and the heavy shells of battleships blasted up patches of snow-soaked dirt in the unsightly area behind the beach. After nearly four hours of heavy shelling, the 3-metre breakwater behind the beach west of Bonemouth had been cut in half, and many sections of the steep slopes in the centre had collapsed.

Eight miles north of Bonemouth Beach, the British garrison reserve was stationed.

"Those German pigs don't let people sleep! A small beach, can it cost so many shells? Muttering to himself was a British general in boots, a crisp yellow uniform, and a gold-rimmed red collar badge, his shiny black leather boots trampling the snow back and forth in front of the door, and in a moment an officer in a lieutenant's uniform hurried up to him.

"General Casper, you're up so early! I'll let the kitchen prepare breakfast for you! The lieutenant said with a tired face, it seems that he did not sleep well at night.

"Get up? I haven't closed my eyes all night! Another bombardment, airships and planes, and a series of inexplicable telegrams from the headquarters, if it were like this every night, I don't think this battle would have to be fought at all! "Casper was originally only in his forties, but after a few tosses, he looked like a shriveled old man in his fifties and sixties.

"The general is right, the Germans are not landing here, and this feint is really enough!" The British lieutenant, who was also the general's aide-de-camp, felt depressed when he remembered what had happened last night. From yesterday evening to the early hours of this morning, the Home Defense Command sent several urgent telegrams with completely different contents, first asking the Bonemouth departments to be on increased alert, and later asking them to ignore the shelling of the German fleet. Every time, he knocked on the general's door and sent the telegram in, but the general who was disturbed in the middle of the night was furious, and the poor adjutant was inevitably scolded several times.

General Caspar glared at his lieutenant, he had accidentally read the contents of this urgent telegram, and he was still making a loud noise here.

"Since the Commander-in-Chief has given the order, we will follow it! Anyway, the Germans won't attack from here, so let's stay here in peace! The Scottish drunkard and his troops must have retreated away from the beach by this time! "The Scottish drunkard that Casper spoke of was General Cosmo, the commander-in-chief of the Bonemouth Beach Defence, a Scottish-born whisky lover.

"General Takami, General Cosmo's adjutant did call before, except for the 2 Indian divisions, the rest of the defenders of the beach line have retreated to 3 miles behind the town of Bonemouth, and their temporary camp can be seen by climbing the hill in front! General Cosmo's adjutant also said that the town of Bonemouth had been blown to rubble by the Germans, and that many of the artillery on the defensive line had been damaged, but fortunately some of the artillery positions deployed behind the cliffs and hills were still unharmed! The adjutant pointed to a slightly higher hill in front of the guide, but Caspar had no intention of visiting.

"Cunning old drunkard, I knew he would leave Indians near the beach! If the Indians had discovered his ruse and surrendered to the Germans with a white flag, and had given the Germans all the artillery on the other side of the beach, General Haig would have shot the drunkard! ”

Casper said loudly, not only did he not have the slightest wind to reach General Cosmo, who was less than 2 miles away on the other side of the hill, but in fact the two of them were both major generals, Cosmo was only the commander of the 50,000 garrisons of Bonemouth because of his seniority, and Casper was the deputy commander of 1 regular infantry division and 18 infantry battalions of more than 23,000 men in the reserve.

However, Caspar's rough voice woke up some of the soldiers in the nearby barracks, and there were many more people running out in their overcoats to shout. In the camp on Casper's side, all the soldiers lived in hundreds of barracks made of wood, and a small number of artillery, heavy machine guns, and ammunition were stored in the northernmost barracks, which were the farthest from the beach and the German shells, but he never imagined that the German army would attack from that direction. So when the sound of gunfire and explosions came from the north, Caspar and his lieutenant stared wide-eyed, both of them dazed and puzzled.

When the "Germans!" German! When the shouts came from not far away, Casper finally understood that it was not a drill or the soldiers' internal carrying, and his loud voice finally played a role at this moment:

"Assemble! Get ready for battle! ”

"Shh......h Shh......h

The sound of a sharp whistle spread throughout the camp, and many British soldiers began to scramble to get dressed and dressed, and before many could grab their rifles, the fierce German paratroopers rushed into their barracks. The whole camp was in chaos after the attack, and the shouting, whistles, rifle and machine gun sounds, and grenade explosions panicked all the British, and for the more than 20,000 British soldiers here, the morning was much worse than the night before.

Under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Nicklaus and Lieutenant Colonel Edgar, the 5,000 paratroopers of the 2nd and 3rd Airborne Regiments of the German G-1 Airborne Division quickly swept through the British camp that had been quiet a few minutes before, and the British sentries on guard around the camp had little time to react. After entering the camp, the German paratroopers began to exert amazing power with the Luger 08 pistol and the M24 wooden-handled grenade, and the paratroopers were often in groups of 5 to 10 people, and a few Luger could kill a room of a dozen or twenty British soldiers, and the more unfortunate British were sent to heaven without even seeing each other's faces.

The command of the already scattered British reserves was simply unable to organize a decent resistance, and the German paratroopers, who had been gathering from the beginning of the airborne landing, finally came to break out, ignoring the British bullets that were fired from everywhere at any time. The gray figures, who were not numerically predominant, were much more active than those in yellow uniforms, and between the barracks and barracks, groups and groups of German paratroopers armed with Mauser 1898 or Luger 08 and wooden handle grenades were everywhere, and the British soldiers who resisted by the barracks and other cover were soon attacked by a combination of bullets and grenades, when one after another the wood-handled grenades flew over the roofs or from a great distance, The British soldiers could only sigh at the practicality and great power of this German grenade.

Compared with the German standard M24 wooden-handled grenade, the Hale grenade in the hands of British soldiers pales in the hand. Because by the outbreak of the Great War in 1914, the British military had not succeeded in developing the grenade after many years of hard work, so the British War Office finally decided to use the British demolition engineer Martin Brown. Hale's invention of the Hale grenade, which is a hand-thrown and gun-fired grenade, can be thrown directly by the soldier's hand, or mounted on the muzzle of a rifle pistol to fire, where the range of the gun reaches 250 meters. This grenade is also known as the British No. 1 grenade, and it was also the only standard grenade in the British army until the end of the war.

Although the Hale grenade looked very good on the surface, and the design of the firing mechanism and the insurance mechanism set a precedent in the history of grenades, the power of this grenade was so small that its charge was nearly half less than that of the German wooden-handled grenade. In the 1914 arms exhibition organized for the British Expeditionary Force, the Hale grenade was particularly eye-catching, and the soldiers who visited the exhibition were very fond of the long Hale grenade with streamers, and the soldiers stood under the wall and threw the grenade, the grenade exploded behind the wall, and the sound was really good, but when the target plate was examined, there was not even a single fragment scratch. By the time the more powerful Hybrash grenade was introduced, the Battle of England was over.

In the battle for the camp, which resembled street fighting, the British soldiers suffered not only because of the huge gap in grenades between the two sides, but also because many German machine gunners and their "Firebirds" were deployed on the roads, rooftops or hills next to the barracks, and a large number of disheveled British soldiers with rifles in their hands were strafed by a large number of machine gun bullets as soon as they rushed out of the barracks. The warehouses where the British heavy machine guns were stored had long been occupied by the Germans, and the soldiers had fewer American-made Lewis light machine guns, and they were much worse than the German-made "Firebird" light machine guns in terms of ammunition capacity and sustained fire. At a distance of less than 50 meters, Lee. The Enfield rifles could not compete with the Luger pistols in the hands of the German paratroopers, and although the casualties of the German paratroopers gradually climbed as the battle progressed, the losses in combat effectiveness and morale of the British far exceeded those of the attacking 2 German airborne regiments.

As the gunfire became more dense and closer, Casper finally lost his breath, and he ran into his headquarters from the outside almost at the speed of a charge, "Pick up the Scots, oh no, pick up General Cosmo for me, quick!" ”

The communications soldier was stunned for two seconds before he was able to connect to Cosmo's temporary command as quickly as possible.

Caspar grabbed the phone, "Hey, General Cosmo?" Yes, I'm Casper! We're being ...... here What the? The Germans began to land, how could this be ......"

After putting down the phone, Casper seemed to be a different person, his eyes staring blankly at the desktop with a blank mind.

Less than two miles from Caspar's camp, General Cosmo's makeshift camp was also a frenzy of chickens and dogs, and despite the gunfire on Casper's side, he was completely out of control. It was only a few minutes before he received a report from the beach, and the Indian on the other side of the phone hesitated for a while before Cosmo understood what he meant:

A large number of German landing ships were approaching the beach and were about to rush to the beach in about a quarter of an hour, and the officer on duty at the artillery positions of the defensive line said that under no circumstances could the guns be fired without Cosmo's order......

"Oh God! I did something stupid! Cosmo was annoyed that the order not to return fire under any circumstances and to avoid revealing the position of the artillery positions had been given three hours earlier, and that it had nothing to do with the strong smell of alcohol in his room, and that the culprit was the last telegram from the General Headquarters. As Cosmo hurried to the beach with his unassembled troops, the telegram lay quietly on his desk.

"On the basis of reliable intelligence and actual analysis, we have established that the Germans will land on Brighton Beach, that the shelling of Bonemouth by the German fleet is only a feint, that the front-line troops of the Bonemouth Line may withdraw from the beach as appropriate, that the shore defense artillery will not need to return fire, and that the departments should make it their primary task to preserve their strength. Attribution: Haig. ”