Chapter 522

Since the beginning of the war, it has been the terrifying cavalry that has traversed the entire European continent. When the hereditary warriors are in armor on their ships and riding their tall horses, they are majestic and invincible.

And now, when mechanized warfare came, the cavalry was finally ruthlessly eliminated.

The war horse is already tired, no matter how vigorous it is, it is already walking with tired steps, and even, from time to time, when a horse is running, it suddenly falls to the ground.

The war horses must rest and eat grass, and they have been running for more than ten hours.

Can not rest, only tanks! As long as there is fuel, the tank can keep going!

"Hey..." The running horse suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. The cavalry on the horse's back suddenly fell from above. He rolled twice on the ground, and it was all mud. Fortunately, it was all mud. After he fell, he was safe and sound.

His once-straight cavalry uniform is now in tatters and has long been smashed by the rain. Now, he is as embarrassed as he wants, and his epaulettes are also stained with mud and water.

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

His warhorse was right beside him, with steam still bubbling from his nostrils, but his eyes were closed.

On the ground, there was a sound of vibration, which was different from the vibration of a horse's hoof. These vibrations were continuous.

Germans, catch up!

Joseph looked at the cavalry around, they could no longer run, the horses were exhausted, and now they had only one road left.

In the light rain in the distance, the figure of the tank has already appeared. The tall and mighty tank, crushing the soft mud, is moving towards this side.

"Report the number of our troops, we surrender." Joseph said, 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 let the Germans surrender, but now France, but a complete defeat.

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

The Panther 3 tank stopped, and the infantry on the tank jumped from it, stepped on the soft mud, and surrounded it with MP38 "submachine guns".

The French, unable to run, finally surrendered after being chased by tank troops for two days and nights!

Cheng formally accepted the surrender of the French 1st Cavalry Division. Rommel's heart was filled with emotion. He stuck his head out of the tank and looked at the misty sky around him.

The coastline in the distance can't be seen yet, but according to the map, they are about to reach Dunkirk!

"Detain the captured French temporarily, and leave a battalion to guard them. Don't waste time!" Rommel said: "Now, our mission is to continue to advance unswervingly and occupy Dunkirk!"

The diesel engine continues to roar, and Rommel can drive straight in, which is inseparable from this tank.

Just relying on the internal mailbox, there is a battery life of about 500 kilometers. If you add a large oil tank to the rear, it can drive 700 kilometers!

According to the current fuel consumption, even if the supply vehicle behind cannot get up because of the muddy road, they can drive all the way to Dunkirk!

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

Now, let's see who's will is the most determined to pass through this muddy road and reach the port of Dunkirk first!

The sky is gray, and Rommel is already winning.

Paris.

Purple fragrant iris blooms outside, and the whole air is full of refreshing floral fragrance.

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

In an intensive care unit, the fat Churchill slowly opened his eyes and looked around. The white walls must be a ward. The smell of Lasu water mixed with the fragrance of flowers is another kind of feeling. .

"Clementina, where is this place?" Churchill asked, looking at his wife who was beside him in bed.

(As for this wife, she is also very romantic. She once gave Fatty Qiu a green hat for two years, and went to the United States to hang out with the bodyguards for two years. However, her family background is good, and it can’t be compared. After Churchill became the Secretary of the Navy, this wife would He came back and helped Churchill become prime minister.)

As for Churchill, his love history can also be written into a book, not much to say about the hero of East China, everyone can search.

"This is Paris," Clementina said. "I flew over immediately after learning that you were ill, and signed your surgery sheet."

Operation? Only then did Churchill feel a severe pain somewhere in his body. The effect of the anesthetic had passed. In addition to the pain, he also felt extremely terrifying. It was that place that was emitting pain!

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

"Your vagina has already developed lesions. In order to prevent the spread, the doctor removed your vagina." Clementina said, "Only with my signature, the doctor dares to operate."

**,resection? Churchill was immediately angry: "How could this be? Clementina, you say, is it your fault?"

Churchill's voice was a little sharp. He looked at his wife and was extremely angry.

Of course he knew about his wife's romantic past. It could be said that the two were reunited for the sake of political destiny. Although Clementina came back, Churchill never touched her body.

However, just because of this reason, you can't do this kind of poison to yourself! The most poisonous is the heart of a woman! Churchill suddenly thought that it was his wife who did this.

Hearing Churchill's accountability, Clementina immediately stood up: "Winston, remember your identity, you are now the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, and the Prime Minister who can lead the entire United Kingdom out of the predicament! You belong to the British people. Hope! Don't make you lose your mind because of your illness! Roosevelt is still a lame man, not the same as president? You're just a lame leg."

It's okay to be lame in the middle leg. Anyway, I'm a lot of age, and I don't have that need anymore. Now Churchill, we must protect this secret, not care about it!

Clementina was still awake now.