Chapter 1624 No One Knows the Allies Better than Me

"Hello? This is Ensher, what? Which Ensher? Damn it, Ensher from the 101st Heavy Armored Battalion! What happened? How could the British plane fly over our heads!?"

"Hello!? Hello, speak! Can you hear me? Damn it! The phone line is broken!"

Not only Wittmann saw the unusual situation, many people in the 101st Heavy Armored Battalion also saw that the plane was not painted by the German Air Force, but by the British John Bull plane on the opposite side!

The British plane flew over our heads early in the morning?

This joke is too scary!

Although the plane only flashed by and was obviously not aimed at this village, the armored soldiers did not know what model the British plane was and what it was used for in such a short moment. But it would not be a good thing if the British plane flew over their heads at such a sensitive time.

Ensher rushed into his headquarters and picked up the phone to ask, but he didn't expect that there was a chaotic and anxious voice on the other end of the phone. Before he could ask the reason, the phone was disconnected and there was no sound. Only the furious Ensher threw the microphone.

"What do you think? What do you think?"

Ensher was asking for Wittmann's opinion. Things had developed to this point and it seemed that there could only be one result.

"The Allies called, and there was only this explanation. The phone was disconnected and there were British planes overhead. What other possibilities do you think there could be?"

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Wittmann's thoughts were consistent with Ensher's. This ominous sign would not lead to much good results, and it could only be judged this way.

"No, we can't go on like this. If we go on like this, we will just sit there and wait for death. We have to take action! Wittmann."

"Action? Have you forgotten our orders? How do we act now?"

With a bitter smile on his face, Wittmann spread his hands. Without a clear order, their battalion could not go anywhere.

"The guys above didn't even give a clear idea about whether to defend the beach or let the enemy go deep into the enemy's territory before fighting. Should our battalion command ourselves? We don't even know where to go! We should contact the superiors first to find out the situation. If you think it's okay, I'll go organize the troops, and you can find a way to get in touch and find out the situation, okay?"

Whether it works or not, there is no other better way. Ensher, who needs some time to sort out the situation, nodded to Wittmann.

"Refuel, load ammunition, and prepare to set off. I think we will receive orders soon. Be ready to act at any time and wait for my news."

"Got it."

While Wittmann and Ensher were busy organizing the troops and preparing to set off to participate in the war, in a heavily guarded German headquarters a hundred kilometers away, Erwin Rommel, a legendary general of the Wehrmacht who was trusted by the Führer, was holding the microphone and loudly confirming to the other end of the phone.

"The main landing site is Normandy, yes! The previous judgment was wrong! The enemy has already invested a lot of troops in Normandy, and several sub-landing sites have been deployed. We have received multiple reports of attacks at the same time! My opinion is to send reinforcements immediately. We must drive the enemy into the sea before they gain a foothold! I apply for the deployment of armored forces now, immediately!"

The neat military uniform is spotless and handsome, but at this moment Rommel is completely without his usual elegance and self-confidence, and even the confidence that he often has on his face in the past is gone.

Rommel now is more like an employee who is a little overly frightened but knows that he has to hurry up. The reason is not that complicated, but quite simple.

Rommel just made a solemn promise to Guderian who came to inspect him a while ago. If he were the commander-in-chief of the Allied forces, he would definitely choose the landing site near Calais, not Normandy as Guderian thought.

Rommel always had an indescribable confidence in his attitude towards Guderian.

Rommel did not think that Guderian's title of "Father of German Armored Forces" was so great. In Rommel's eyes, Guderian was just an "Eastern Front Country Bumpkin" who dealt with Russians all day long. He knew nothing about the specific situation of the enemy he was about to face, and he was still looking at the Allies with the same tricks as he used to judge the Russians, which was extremely stupid.

When it comes to dealing with Americans and British, he is the one who is familiar with their temperament, knows the nature of these Allied forces, and can grasp the opponent's veins.

Rommel even confidently asserted that the Allied large-scale two-phase landing operation would have to wait until at least June, and many intelligence showed that the British lacked enough transport ships to send troops across the channel.

The Americans are now fighting fiercely with the Japanese bow-legged monkeys in the Pacific, and they can't spare too many fleets to rush to the Western Front. The Allies still need some time to accumulate enough ships.

But now, the sudden cruel reality gave Rommel a great shock.

The real landing site was not Calais as he had previously asserted, but in Normandy. Guderian was the one who really judged the situation correctly. This made Rommel, who had boasted before and looked down on this "Eastern Front country bumpkin", feel really hot on his face, as if he had been slapped in the face.

But losing face was not the main problem. The main problem was that Rommel had placed many of his main armored units closer to Calais. This was the result of him meeting the Führer in person and shouting that he was the one who grasped the truth, and that Rundstedt was just a sour man who sat in his office all day studying maps and did not understand the Allies at all.

If Rundstedt had not slammed the table and quarreled with him in the Führer's office and strongly opposed it, Rommel would have even wanted to place the armored units in the beach defense area and deploy them forward, and drive these idiots into the sea once the Allies began to land.

Rundstedt pointed at Rommel's nose and cursed, "Do you think the enemy's planes are all seagulls? Or do you think that naval guns are all chimneys? Stupid!".

The matter ended with the Führer's compromise, and at the same time adopted the opinions of Rundstedt and Rommel, and gave them each a few armored divisions to play with according to their own ideas. However, Rommel's overly radical beachhead deployment plan was not approved. He was only allowed to place the armored forces in a position where they could "provide quick support" and make a decision based on the development of the war situation.

To be honest, Rommel's various remarks and predictions on dealing with the Allied landings were indeed quite "understanding king" style. He was very much like a certain great figure in the 21st century, who was just short of saying "No one knows the Allies better than me".

And now, Rommel must pay the price for his earlier words and deeds and make up for his mistakes.

There is also good news in so much bad news. For example, compared with the existing history, in this new timeline that was changed by the butterfly effect instigated by Malashenko. Facing the Normandy landing in May, Rommel, who had not had time to wait until June to go home for his wife's birthday, still stayed on the front line and was on standby at any time. This is probably the only good news at the moment.

However, Rommel himself did not know about the historical changes.