Chapter 448: Harlow

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"Are you saying that the technicians who were under our control are gone?" Churchill had no good mood these days. He had to hide in the dark basement and look at the UK that no longer exists on the map. The troops are in a daze.
In fact, the front-line commanders have ordered some dissatisfied divisions with only a few thousand people to be split into some real combat troops, so those troops with only names but no fighting power on Churchill's map are actually gone. However, some well-established troops were strengthened, and these troops were ordered to guard several important passages to London.
Hearing Churchill's question, the head of the intelligence service wiped the sweat on his forehead, not knowing what to answer. His personnel did protect those important figures, and the dispatched were all veteran warriors. As a result, hundreds of people were still killed in Liverpool, their hinterland.
The German special forces were out of sight. They caused all kinds of troubles in London and made him the head of the intelligence department. However, such a German force appeared in Liverpool, which made him collapse. In fact, the emergence of the German special forces made the British authorities find that they have no institution to counter this special force.
Although traditional intelligence bureaus can compete with these special operations teams in Germany in intelligence analysis and acquisition, they do not have enough strike power. Although the army can suppress these special forces, they simply cannot adapt to the rhythm of these special forces because of their slow movements. The police are not even the opponents of these specially trained Germans ...
Moreover, Britain was in chaos in the state of war, people were displaced, and the previous supervision of the entire country by various departments was lost. The refugees could not count, and strangers were everywhere. It also gave the German special forces an unbridled environment.
"Mr. Prime Minister! The other party dispatched a special force that can operate independently in the occupied area of ​​our army. This force is different from previous espionage activities. It is not a harassment. They have a strong combat capability, and their purpose is clear and their intelligence is perfect. One of our departments can deal with ... "As the saying goes, the responsibility is everyone's responsibility, and only the credit is yours. In this case, the responsibility is not shirked. He estimates that the head of his intelligence department will be done.
So he quickly pushed out the prepared words: "The Navy's inspection is incomplete and imperfect, and the Army does not cooperate with our actions ... our intelligence department has no way ..."
When the navy general was found, the navy general said: The Air Force has no way to provide cover, nor can we.
When I found the Air Force general, the Air Force general said: The Army lost the frontline airport, and we have no way.
When the army general was found, the army general said: The navy cannot defend the enemy from outside the country, and we have no way.
Now the head of the intelligence department also said this: The matter is the responsibility of the army and the navy, and we have no way.
What kind of good-natured person would you exchange for a few days to hear almost identical excuses from playing football with each other? So Churchill was furious, and he lost his temper in front of the head of the intelligence service: "You can't do it? The Army can't do it! The Navy can't do it! The Air Force can't do it! You are all waiting for me to figure it out? Or do you actually think A good way, ready to go to the new master of Chamberlain? "
At first glance, the prime minister turned his head, and the head of the intelligence department knew that his position might be untenable, but he was not too sad. It is still secondary to be an improper official at this moment. Whether he can save his life is the main issue.
So the person in charge of the intelligence department took out a written resignation letter from the inside pocket of his suit and put it on Churchill's desk. It was very difficult to say: "Mr. Prime Minister, since you are working for me Not satisfied, I am willing to resign. "
What is shameless? This is it. The Germans are about to leave the city, do you say you can't resign and get ready to run? Who will take over the mess you left behind? Those scientists and engineers who have been lost are all hopes for the future of the British Empire. If you say that you lose it, you will lose it.
"Is the luggage packed? Ready to go to Liverpool? Then take the boat to the United States? It's safe and there are salaries available." Churchill sneered. "There are a lot of people waiting for you. Just telling a little British secrets will let you You are doing very well. Each of you has thought of a way out for yourself. Who thought of the British people? Who thought of the British Empire? "
I just quit my job, I do n’t have to use the future of the British Empire to crush me? And the end of Britain is not the scourge of you big people? It's none of my business? The head of the intelligence department slandered. But he still has no courage to say these words, and can only express his disdain or dissatisfaction in silence.
"Prime Minister! Your telegram." At this time, a secretary entered Churchill's office to a certain extent to ease the awkward atmosphere inside, but Churchill just took the telegram and looked at it, and he was furious again.
"Are they pigs? Are they pigs? A division's troops can't hold a small town! That's a division's troops!" Churchill waved his telegram while cursing loudly, and the head of the intelligence department did not speak. , Because he knew it without looking, it was Harlow lost.
After the Germans consolidated their defensive forces in the north, they launched another offensive in the south. The British defenders were beaten up by the 140mm caliber howitzers discarded by their own in the north, and they continued to retreat down to the city of Harlow.
Originally, Churchill hoped that Harlow could hold on for three days or even ten days, and take more time for his war of defending London. But what he did not expect was that Harlow ’s garrison only persisted for 5 hours and then put London ’s portal, Harlow, was thrown to the A group army in Lundstadt.
If unsurprisingly, the German cannons at noon-to be precise, the cannons discarded by the British were able to hit the streets of London. His Million Londoners' plan to fight against London hasn't made progress, it has become a complete joke. Soon after, he would be able to hear the sound of German cannons and the roar of machine guns, and he would become the first British Empire prime minister to be attacked by the enemy army in the capital when he was in office.
"Go out ... go out." Churchill sat back weakly in his position and waved helplessly. "Let me be quiet."
Two people, such as Amnesty, quickly quit the Prime Minister's room and came to the corridor of the spacious underground bomb shelter.
"We, are we really done?" The female secretary looked at the head of the intelligence department and asked, "Has the German hit Harlow?"
"I'm afraid it's true, Miss." The head of the intelligence department said with a sigh: "Although we defeated the Italian attack in North Africa a few days ago, the situation here is indeed very bad."
"If, I am willing to give you some remuneration, can you arrange for me to leave London? It's okay to go north or to the United States, or Canada." The female secretary asked softly.
After glancing at the enchanting figure of the female secretary, the head of the intelligence department swallowed: "What remuneration are you going to pay me?"
"At night, you are waiting for me at the exit of the bomb shelter." As soon as the woman looked at the man's eyes, she understood the other's thoughts, and she smiled more enchantingly, and said.
"Okay, this is no problem. I will arrange for you to leave here and go to the United States, as long as you can get permission to leave." The man nodded.
"What if there is no permission?" The woman asked again.
The man was stunned, and then nodded-who still cares about that permission this year? Maybe one day Churchill found out that his female secretary was gone, but by that time was he still in the mood to find a missing woman?
As expected, the Germans began shelling London at noon. More than a dozen shells landed in the northeast corner of London, blasting several buildings intact into rubble, dozens of civilians were killed and hundreds were injured.
The streets and alleys of London can no longer see any civilians walking around. Occasionally, a few soldiers carrying ammunition boxes and guns rushed across the street, all of them bent over. This has become the front line, and this has become the battlefield. .
In the afternoon, Churchill, accompanied by his own secretary and several staff members, accompanied by the commander-in-chief of the London Defense Forces, inspected the area bombarded by the Germans and shook hands with the temporarily-located old men to leave with the accompanying reporters After a few photos were taken, the Prime Minister rushed back to his basement.
In the evening, the British defenders temporarily counterattacked the Harlow area. The two sides fought for a whole night, and they were unable to divide the victory. The two teams competed in the ruins repeatedly, and the result was that the British recaptured the southern part of Harlow, but they paid a heavy price for 5,000 people. Unlike the original British recruits who had insisted on keeping up with Harlow, this time the British defenders lost veterans drawn from all corners, so the British did not take advantage of this battle.
The next day the fighting continued. The British-controlled southern part of Harlow was repeatedly visited by German bombers. Eventually, the British gave up and returned to the suburbs of London. The battle of Harlow ended with a German victory.
German a group army commander Lundstedt sent a telegram to Berlin that night. The content of the telegram was concise: I have occupied Harlow, and the London offensive and defensive war will begin tomorrow. Long live Akado? Rudolph!