Volume 11, Ship Girl also wants to make a revolution
Chapter 1, A Different World War II (Part 1)
Four o'clock in the afternoon on September 15, 1945, France, Port of Dunkirk
The last rays of the autumn sunset fell slantingly on the messy beach, blending with the mottled yellow sand.
Waves of surging waves crashed endlessly against the dark seawall, rolling up countless pieces of white foam.
The dusk was dim, the setting sun was like blood, and the land and sea were dyed a bright red. It looks like a dream, so unreal.
——In fact, this ancient city with a long history is once again being illuminated by war and dyed red by blood...
Under the bright red sunset, tens of thousands of defeated soldiers, stripped of their armor and in a state of panic, were pouring into Dunkirk in a mighty manner, crowding the docks and streets. The beach was full of soldiers wearing dirty coats and carrying their backs. Carrying all kinds of baggage, with expressions of panic and empty hands, the soldiers yelled and kicked each other, vying for the chance to board the transport ship evacuating the port. On the highways leading to the city in the distance, there are still more people and vehicles crowded. Countless refugees carried their luggage and trudged along with their families. The sound of crying and wailing could not be heard for a while, which was extremely dazzling under the afterglow of the setting sun.
On the roof of an inconspicuous three-story building next to the Dunkirk port area, with the British Empire flag hanging down, General Bernard Law Montgomery held a telescope, with his back to the sea, overlooking the place. The war-torn port city remained silent for a long time.
Everything seemed like a repeat of the Dunkirk evacuation five years ago.
The British Expeditionary Force and French friendly forces under his command were once again routed and poured into the port in an attempt to escape to the other side of the Strait of Dover.
It's just that the last time the enemy was the German Nazis, and this time the enemy was replaced by the Russian Bolsheviks...
More powerful, more fierce, more desperate.
"...report to the general that your plane is ready and ready to take off to London at any time."
Just as Montgomery was looking at the noisy beach of Dunkirk Port with a look of despair on his face, a staff officer with a document bag hurried over, raised his hand to give Montgomery a military salute, and reported the report in a sonorous and powerful voice, " ...The Prime Minister hopes that you will report to him as soon as possible!”
"...Well, I understand, without further ado, let's set off now!"
General Montgomery sighed softly, and took one last longing look at the French city closest to Britain.
In this great game for hegemony of the European continent, Britain has already suffered a complete defeat!
He couldn't help but recall the desolation and chaos of the last Dunkirk evacuation, and the scene where he clenched his fists on the same beach and vowed to come back for revenge... Next, there were thousands of miles of yellow sand across the North African battlefield, And the thunderous landing in Sicily... In the end, he Indeed, he came back this year, waving the military flag and once again setting foot on French soil, but he still failed to gain a foothold on the mainland across the strait. Instead, he was once again beaten to disgrace by a more powerful enemy. Conduct the second Dunkirk evacuation without despair!
The Netherlands and Belgium are all finished, and the Paris siege to suppress the French red elements has also collapsed. De Gaulle's "Free French" volunteers are mixing with the remnants of Pétain's Vichy France and retreating south, and the destruction of the Grand Fleet has further shaken the situation. British fighting spirit.
Although the British army still controls several important coastal areas in northern France such as Brittany and Normandy, they are short of major generals everywhere after repeated failures, their morale is low, and they are very unpopular with the French people. Unless massive blood transfusions from Americans are immediately available, it's hard to say how long it can last.
Alas, the old enemy, the Axis Powers, has not yet completely fallen, but a more powerful new enemy is already standing tall on the horizon.
A red devil is extending its claws to the whole of Europe, making London and Washington tremble!
When will Great Britain see the dawn of victory? !
Or is it that all the glory and greatness that once belonged to Britain is destined to disappear with the wind? ! !
Thinking of this, General Montgomery's eyes couldn't help but become blurry. He could only lower his head and rub away his tears, then turned and walked towards the field airport.
Behind him, a British cruiser that was urgently dispatched to carry out the evacuation mission was slowly leaving the dock. The entire battleship suddenly turned into a huge refugee ship under the sunset, with at least several thousand people crammed into it. , even the main gun turrets had bunks and tents set up, and the towering bridge was crawling with soldiers and refugees. From a distance, it looked like an Indian train with "outboard passenger"...< br>
——Fortunately among misfortunes, the enemy army was exhausted at this time and stopped far away from Dunkirk.
Therefore, the second Dunkirk evacuation at least did not have to be carried out under enemy shelling and bombing...
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Meanwhile, Paris, Champs Elysees
When Marshal Zhukov rode a T-34 tank and led the red army that swept across Europe, he passed through the Arc de Triomphe in Paris with great vigor and vigor. The setting sun was slowly falling in the western sky, and the gorgeous sunset shed its last rays of light. Towards the Champs Elysées.
Under the bright red glow, the beautiful and exquisite buildings on both sides of the street seemed to be bathed in a sea of fire in an instant.
——One hundred and thirty-one years after Russian Czar Alexander II marched into Paris at the end of the Napoleonic Wars, the military boots of Russian soldiers once again set foot on the Champs Elysées. However, this time they came not as conquerors, but as liberators!
The Second Paris Commune, which raised the red flag again after seventy years, finally withstood the siege of the German Nazis, the French reactionary army and the British invaders for half a year, and finally waited for the proletarian brothers from the East to win the victory. The ultimate victory!
At this moment, the entire Paris has turned into a sea of red flags. Countless reporters gathered on both sides of the street, excitedly watching the Soviet Red Army's entry ceremony, their camera flashes flashing. Although the onlookers in Paris were generally malnourished and emaciated due to the lack of food supply during the siege, their eyes were still shining, and they stood crowded together on the windows and balconies, waving various homemade gadgets excitedly. red flag.
The Soviet Red Army that entered the city did not disappoint them - in order to show respect for the local masters, the Red Guards of the French Communist Party who defended the city were at the front of the team to guide them. These French red warriors wore a variety of messy civilian uniforms and carried captured and air-dropped weapons from various countries. They looked like a ragtag group. Only the red armbands on their upper arms could prove their identities. They were all very tired and haggard because of the hard battles in the past days, but the victory that had just arrived was like the most effective shot in the arm, causing excited smiles to appear on their faces.
The first thing that appeared next was the Soviet Cossack cavalry. These natural knights were equipped with sharp scimitars and fur hats. They carried the dust of the dust that swept across Europe and proudly marched on their horses in the world-famous Hong Kong. On the Elysées. Although the clothes of these prairie warriors are generally a bit sloppy and the queues are not very neat, the fierce murderous aura and bold self-confidence that permeate their bodies still make people fall in love with them.
Behind the Cossack cavalry is the infantry phalanx of the Soviet Red Army. These selected Soviet infantrymen, holding their respective military flags, were arranged in a solid and neat square formation. Even though they were on the most famous street in the world, they all still looked firmly ahead, and no one turned their eyes to either side. Thousands of pairs of leather boots stepped on the ground at the same time, making a neat roar. The momentum that followed was so solemn and majestic, bringing a strong oppression to everyone at the scene. The feeling also made Paris citizens marvel at it.
The visual impact of the infantry phalanx on the Parisian citizens had not faded, and greater stimulation followed. To be more precise, it should be a shock, because the Soviet tank troops, the torrent of red iron armor sweeping across Europe, were already roaring and slowing down. Slowly drove over.
The low roar of the engine came close to the ground like rolling thunder. Along with the slowly approaching rumble, the people present felt that the ground under their feet, the air around them, and even their own internal organs were shaking with the roar.
In fact, it is not that Parisians have never seen similar scenes. Just five years ago, when Nazi Germany conquered France through a blitzkrieg, the complacent Hitler also held a swaggering military parade in Paris. In view of the German armored forces With their impressive achievements, the French, who once thought they were the best in the world in the army, had to lower their arrogant heads and show their awe and shock in the face of the strong.
However, in the following years, the Soviet Union's iron-clad torrent proved to the world their power and invincibility with more brilliant victories.
Now, this torrent of steel starting from the easternmost tip of Europe has crushed the once arrogant Nazi German army, and flattened the British Expeditionary Force and the French White Army, which were acting as chariots. It has swept across the entire European continent in an extremely arrogant manner. Flowing wildly to Paris.
——The Soviet armored convoy participating in the city entry ceremony appeared in two columns, two meters apart on the left and right, and five meters on the front and rear, slowly advancing along the Champs Elysées in an overwhelming manner. They are all composed of T-34 tanks. In the eyes of Paris citizens full of curiosity and awe, these sharp-edged iron guys give people a dangerous atmosphere full of destructive power from their appearance.
Soviet Red Army vehicle commanders wearing armored uniforms stood proudly at the turret hatch, stretched out their upper bodies, and proudly smiled and waved to the French citizens on both sides. The red five-pointed stars on the armor plate on the side of the turret shone brightly in the sun. Marshal Zhukov, who led this red army, was also wearing a handsome military uniform, sitting on a tank, looking at the people on the street with some curiosity and longing.
This is Paris!
The capital of romance and art that shines brightly throughout Europe, as well as the cradle and sacred place that gave birth to the modern European revolution.
The first socialist regime in human history was born in Paris.
Although the Paris Commune seventy years ago lasted only a few months, it collapsed under the combined efforts of reactionary forces from various countries. But today, amid the flames of World War II and the fierce advance of the Soviet Red Army, the Paris Commune has resurrected and is resurrecting, and is continuously expanding its occupied area, towards the goal of "Red France" keep going.
At the same time, in Berlin, Warsaw, Budapest, and Vienna, bright red flags were raised one after another.
Of course, Marshal Zhukov also knew very well that although the skirt of the goddess of victory has now been lifted high towards the Soviet Red Army, and a red Europe seems to have dawned, they still have to overcome countless obstacles before winning the real final victory. It takes hardship and danger.
Although the British were defeated in Belgium and the Netherlands and had to conduct the second Dunkirk evacuation, they still controlled a series of coastal strongholds such as Normandy, Brittany and Bordeaux. The French White Army of de Gaulle and Pétain is still entrenched in southern France, trying to fight to the death.
As for the vast Central European occupation area behind the Soviet Red Army, the war has ceased and is littered with ruins. The remnants of the Nazis have not yet been wiped out. The new red regime has just begun to be established and is far from being consolidated. And the Yankees are likely to join the enemy soon.
——Right now, Konev’s Northern Italian Front is confronting Eisenhower’s U.S. troops in Rome, and each side occupies half of Italy. Although we can barely maintain peaceful coexistence for the time being, there is also the possibility of a misfire at any time and turning into a full-scale war.
Alas, from Eastern Europe to Western Europe, from Moscow to Paris, the Soviet Red Army's journey was too long.
No matter how indestructible the torrent of iron armor is, it has basically reached its limit after rumbling past the Eiffel Tower.
However, despite these hazes and threats, it does not prevent them, the Bolsheviks, from enjoying the glory and victory at this moment!
Thinking of this, Marshal Zhukov leaned out half of the tank's turret and waved his hand:
"...Comrades, play our music!"
The next moment, the majestic and deafening "March of the Soviets" rang out on the Champs Elysées. The majestic and powerful notes were spread to every corner by the high-power loudspeakers on the tanks. The glass windows on both sides of the street were Trembling under the roar of the chords - although this song, which appeared only after the outbreak of the war, is not an official national anthem or military song, it is unexpectedly popular because of its rich Russian-style rough and violent aesthetics. At this time, the citizens of Paris were also shaken to their hearts and souls by it, and the Bolshevik soldiers had high morale amidst the passionate music.
НашСоветскийСоюзпокарает
ВесьмиротЕвропыкНевенавосто－ок
Надземлёойвездебудутпеть：
Столица, водка, Советскиймедведьнаш!
НашСоветскийСоюзпокарает
ВесьмиротЕвропыкНевенавосто－ок
Надземлёойвездебудутпеть：
Столица, водка, Советскиймедведьнаш!
Всенародыздесьстояттого,
Чтомывсевоплотилинасвет,
Благодарныйнизкийпоклон
Отса-моймо-гу-щес-твеннойвмире!
Ура! ! ураааа
"...Very good! Let's sing together!"
"...Ula!"
The steel tracks rolled over the road, the fluttering military flags were bright red, and the dusty soldiers sang loudly in tune:
Our Soviets will punish the whole world!
From Europe to the Neva River and eastward,
Everywhere on the earth will be sung:
Capital, Vodka, our Soviet Bear!
Our Soviets will punish the whole world,
From Europe to the Neva River and eastward,
Everywhere on the earth will be sung:
Capital, Vodka, our Soviet Bear!
Long live! Ten thousand years old!
——Although most of the audience do not understand Russian, it does not prevent them from feeling the confidence, heroism and power in the singing.
And countless flashing camera lenses have made this day in history remembered on film, and also spread the roar of the red giant bear to all parts of the world - so far, all opponents who dare to face this giant bear have been buried. After entering the grave, I was trembling in front of the bear's paws...
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Central France, Orleans
At this time, Orleans, a city famous for Joan of Arc, was already a ruined scene ravaged by war. In front of the church that had been baptized by shells, a wisp of smoke was rising. Collapsed houses and craters everywhere added a tragic color to this ancient city.
Groups of French soldiers who had been defeated on the suburban defense line were retreating into the city in small groups, and then gathered in a square in a mess. Among them were de Gaulle's "Free French" volunteers and the Vichy government troops under Marshal Pétain, but no matter their identities, they were all equally tired, frustrated and depressed at this time. Many people have lost their weapons in the chaos, and many others have been injured to varying degrees.
When they were running away with their backs facing a hail of bullets, these defeated soldiers were not thinking about anything. After I ran into the relatively safe city and took a breather, I looked at the thick smoke slowly rising in the distant suburbs and listened to the rumbling explosions. I couldn't help but feel disturbed.
In addition, these broken troops did not belong to each other, and no one listened to anyone else's orders. Orleans' city defense headquarters was already in chaos and paralyzed, and no one could care about these guys. It didn't take long for them to start arguing and yelling, making the square noisy.
"... Damn it, it's all because of you lackeys who licked the Nazis' butts! You made Mother France look like this!"
"...Isn't it honorable for you bastards to take refuge with the British? Bah! Traitors!"
"...God! Nazi Germany has been destroyed, why are we still fighting? I want to go home!"
"...Go home? Have you heard the rumors about the Soviets' purge of counter-revolutionaries, right? Do you think the Bolsheviks will let you go? Yes! For the motherland, we must keep fighting. ! Don’t be discouraged. Although the battle to regain Paris has failed, we still have half of France as our rear, and the United States and Britain will also provide us with a steady stream of reinforcements and funding, just like the last war..."
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"...It's useless! No matter how much reinforcements there are, it's useless! The Soviets have atomic bombs! The British fleet has been bombed and sunk off the coast of the Netherlands!"
"...Moreover, even if we continue to fight the Soviets, we will not listen to the orders of a group of Nazi lackeys!"
"...This is all in the past! We are all French, why can't we unite?"
"...a joke! Those red elements in Paris are also French! Why don't you go over there?"
……
"...Quiet! Stop making noise!"
In this chaotic moment, with a loud and powerful shout, a tall captain walked out majestically, then straightened his chest and abdomen, and stood energetically on the edge of a fountain in the center of the square. Facing the people in the square, he shouted loudly:
"...Look at the military uniforms you are wearing! Look at the guns you are holding! Soldiers, it won't be long before the ferocious enemies will come to us, pointing their guns at us, and using their aircraft Throw bombs at us! The war is far from over, but you are arguing here! Are you discussing when to escape from here?
Cowardice, cowardice, and selfishness have completely dominated your nerves, making you unable to see the future path clearly! I would like to ask, those present think carefully, do we have a way out? No! Those red heads want to ravage all of Europe! So what if some of us could escape? What will greet those cowards next will be more violent storms and more ferocious enemies! We have no retreat! However, don’t be too pessimistic! We are lucky. It is precisely because of these sufferings and the baptism of these wars that we have the possibility of being favored by the god of luck! We must grit our teeth and go all out! Otherwise, we will accomplish nothing! We should fight until the last moment, the future will definitely belong to us! ”
"..."
The entire square was immediately shocked by this guy's angry voice, and fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
However, just when the captain of the Vichy French government army was proud of his eloquence in speeches and was ready to keep up his efforts and take these rebellious thorns under his command, he saw the collapse in front of him. The soldiers looked panicked and fled in all directions, and for a moment they couldn't help but get angry.
"...You guys..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a strange whistling coming from behind. Just as he was about to turn his head to look, he felt a sudden flash in front of his eyes... Then at the last moment before he was lifted into the air and lost consciousness, he heard There was a violent roar.
"...Boom~~"
The thunder-like explosion made the ground tremble. The defeated soldiers who were originally focused on the square were thrown to the ground. Along with the falling earth and rocks, they let out various tones of screams and prayers. But then, accompanied by a group of shadows falling from the sky, aerial bombs fell like raindrops, exploding in pieces, and shrapnel flying in all directions, knocking down soldiers in pieces, or knocking out some lucky ones. The worst soldiers were thrown into the sky, creating a field of screaming and groaning wounded and bloody corpses. Even the people hiding in the house may not be lucky, because the shock wave shattered the glass of the windows, and any unlucky guy who couldn't escape had several pieces of broken glass embedded in his body.
But even so, the Soviet Il-2 attack fleet in the air still seemed to be unsatisfied. They swooped down again and used their cannons to shoot burning chains of fire on the ground, tearing into pieces many French soldiers who were lucky enough to survive... …faced with these sudden visits and irresistible The remaining French soldiers, who had lost their command and did not have any anti-aircraft weapons at hand, could only crawl into cellars and sewers, and then some people cursed and used all the most vicious sentences they knew. Curse those damn Bolsheviks. But more people held their heads and sobbed softly, or clenched their fists in grief and indignation. Others recited scriptures in a low voice and began to pray for those who died in battle.
And at the far end of the street, on the spire of a certain cathedral, a red flag full of bullet holes was slowly rising in the smoke.
——Although we are at the end of our efforts, at least at this moment, the red torrent is still advancing slowly and unstoppably on the European continent...
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Rome, Italy
This ancient capital of the Roman Empire, which was once the center of European civilization, has now been artificially divided into two halves. The red flag of the Soviet Union and the Stars and Stripes of the United States are flying in the city at the same time, but the Italians seem to have been reduced to the conquered. Nor can he control the future and destiny of this land.
——At the end of Italy's fascist regime, the American and British coalition forces in the south not only seized Italy's North African colonies, but also took control of Sicily in southern Italy through a devastating landing battle. They peered at the Apennine Peninsula and were ready to attack. With the cooperation of the red guerrillas from various countries in Southeast Europe, the Soviet army swept across the entire Balkans in one breath, and quickly broke into Croatia and Austria, thus knocking on the northern gate of Italy.
So, after the news came that Berlin was captured by the Soviet army and Hitler committed suicide by taking poison, the panicked Italians launched a military coup, overthrowing Mussolini, who was heartbroken because of repeated defeats, and then announced his withdrawal. war, hoping for a "decent peace."
But it is very regrettable that these naive Italians did not wait for a "decent peace" and ushered in the north-south advance of the US military and the Soviet army. The Soviet Union quickly established the North Italian Front Army. Under the command of the marshal, they crossed the Alps and marched southward. After receiving the news, Eisenhower, the commander of the US military in Europe, also led the US and British coalition forces to cross the sea from the previously occupied Sicily to the north.
Facing the menacing Allied forces, the Italian armies along the way had already declared themselves to be disintegrated due to Rome's coup d'état and declaration of surrender. They disbanded or surrendered without any resistance at all. The Allied offensive turned into peaceful takeovers and armed marches until the two sides "meeted" in Rome.
——Looking through the dictionary, the word "reunion" refers to the rendezvous of several friendly forces acting independently on the battlefield. However, the Soviet army and the American and British coalition forces that "joined forces" in Rome did not look like friendly forces no matter how they looked at it. As soon as the two sides encountered each other, a small-scale armed conflict broke out. Later, although the conflict did not expand, they each seized positions, maintained battle preparations at all times, and faced off against each other on Italian soil.
Then, with Rome as the center, Italy was divided into northern and southern halves by the Soviet army and the American and British coalition forces. The Soviet Union supported the Italian Communist Party in the north and formed the red regime in northern Italy. The United States raised the "Free Italian Government" in the south. The original king of Italy was deposed, and Mussolini was escorted to London to prepare for trial for his war crimes... Although such a situation of being at the mercy of others made the Italians feel very frustrated, but they could do it without having their homeland reduced to scorched earth. Saying goodbye to war and restoring peace in this way seems to be a small and certain happiness.
However, even such a small certainty of happiness seems to be in vain at the moment - and then, as the Soviet army and the British army fight for the life and death of the French red regime in France and the Low Countries, the Italian peninsula The air suddenly became tense.
Although due to Marshal Konev's restraint and General Eisenhower's suppression, and the deliberate transfer of British troops out of the confrontation line near Rome, the US and Soviet occupying forces stationed in Rome are still barely maintaining peace for the time being. Even General Patton, who liked to speak cruelly, did not make any actual provocative moves. But in fact, even the old man and woman who sells newspapers on the street know that once the talks between the two parties completely collapse and the White House is determined to turn against the Kremlin, Rome will instantly become a battlefield and be destroyed by the artillery fire of the occupying forces of various countries. ash.
Sadly, in this war that may break out in Italy at any time, there are no Italians playing a role at all.
Under the current situation that the Italian army has been disbanded, both the US military and the Soviet army seem to believe that the opinions of the Italians are not important at all. All they have to do, and the only thing they can do, is to sign and seal the agreement.
At this time, the Italians suddenly realized the feelings of the Czechoslovaks at the Munich Conference a few years ago. In short, everyone is anxiously looking forward to the final decision from Moscow, Washington and London...