Since the war, the terrible cavalry have spread across the European continent. When the hereditary warriors rode their tall horses on their ships, they were majestic and invincible.

And now, when the mechanized war comes, the cavalry group has finally been ruthlessly eliminated.

The war horse is already tired. No matter how agile it is, it is now with exhausted steps. Even when horses are running, they suddenly fall to the ground.

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

There are only tanks that can be left without rest! As long as there is fuel, the tank can continue to move forward!

"Neal..." The running war horse suddenly fell off its front and fell to the ground. The cavalry on the horse's back suddenly fell off from above. He rolled two on the ground, all of which were mud. Fortunately, they were all mud, so after he fell down, he was safe and sound.

His once straight cavalry uniform is now in ruins and has long been blown through the rain. Now, the more embarrassed he is, the more embarrassed he is, and his epaulette has been defiled by mud and water.

Joseph, the commander of the French First Cavalry Division, lay down in the mud. The sky above his head was gloomy, the drizzling drizzle, and his mood was extremely depressed.

His war horse was right beside him, with heat still emitting from his nostrils, but his eyes were closed.

There was a vibration sound on the ground, which was different from the vibration of horse hooves trampling. These vibrations were continuous.

The Germans caught up!

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

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

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

It once conquered the entire European continent and allowed the Germans to surrender, but now France is defeated.

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

The Black Panther tank stopped, and the infantry carried on the tank jumped from it, stepped on the soft mud, held the mp8 "submachine gun" and surrounded it.

The French could no longer run. After being chased by tank troops for two days and two nights, they finally surrendered!

Rommel was deeply moved by accepting the surrender of the French First Cavalry Division as an integral part. He showed his head out of the tank and looked at the misty sky around him.

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

"Premises the captured French people for the time being, leaving a battalion to guard them, and do not waste time!" Rommel said: "Now, our mission is to continue to move forward unswervingly and occupy Dunkirk!"

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

With the internal mailbox alone, it has a range of about 500 kilometers. If a large oil barrel is added at the rear, it can drive to 700 kilometers!

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

When you get there, the remaining fuel is enough to capture this port, and then, as long as you are a fixed turret, it will be enough.

Now, it depends on who has the strongest will. First pass this muddy road and arrive at the port of Dunkirk!

The sky is gray, and Rommel is already sure to win.

Paris.

There are purple vetiver iris blooming outside, and the whole air is filled with refreshing fragrance of flowers.

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

In a special care ward, the fat Churchill slowly opened his eyes and looked at the white walls around him. This must be the ward. The smell of Lai Sushui, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, is another feeling.

"Clementina, where is this?" Churchill asked in a touching question as he looked at the person who was with his wife who was with him.

(About this wife, she is also very romantic. She once cuckolded Fatty Qiu for two years and went to the United States to hang out with the bodyguard for two years. However, her family background is good and she can't compare. After Churchill became the Minister of the Navy, the wife came back and helped Churchill become Prime Minister.)

As for Churchill, his love history can be written into a book. I won’t say much about the heroes of East China, you can search.

"This is Paris," said Clementina. "After learning that you were sick, I flew over immediately and signed your surgery list."

Operation? Churchill then felt a severe pain somewhere in his body. The effect of the anesthetic has passed. In addition to feeling the pain, he also felt extremely terrible. It was the pain that was causing it!

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

"Your lesions have already occurred. In order to prevent spread, the doctor removed your syr." Clementina said: "Only after I get my signature, the doctor dares to undergo surgery."

**, Excision? Churchill was immediately angry: "How could this happen? Clementina, do you think, are you doing it?"

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

Of course he knew his wife's romantic past. It can be said that the two were reunited for political destiny. Although Clementina was back, Churchill had never touched her body.

However, you can't use such a harsh action against yourself for this reason! The most harshness is not the woman's heart! Churchill suddenly thought that it was his wife who did it.

Hearing Churchill’s accountability, Clementina immediately stood up: “Winston, remember your identity. You are now the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, the Prime Minister who can lead the whole of Britain out of trouble! You are the hope of the British people! Don’t lose your mind because of illness! Roosevelt is still a cripple, and you are not the president? You are just a lame leg.”

It’s okay if you have a lame middle leg. Anyway, you’re so old that you don’t have that need. Churchill now must protect this secret instead of caring about it!
Chapter completed!