Chapter 217
France Commune and the French Exile Government cannot defend Syria.
Then, an opportunity arises for Turkey.
“The British must prioritize their own affairs. Even if they grit their teeth later, now is not the time. It’s unreasonable unless Communist Germany extends an olive branch.”
If Goebbels has any sense, he won’t negotiate.
That’s because extending a hand to an invader destroys the supposed justification for igniting a global revolution.
With the Colonial Empire collapsing like this, wouldn’t they be tempted to grab it?
Moreover, the popularity from the communist takeover of France will soar.
Even if the British Army survives, it will be tough.
“Let’s test the waters with Kemal.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“We must tighten our grip from now on. Although we expected France to fall, it’s still a gamble for us.”
We must always consider the worst-case scenario.
After all, will we even have the chance to enter while France is intact? We must prepare for variables.
Fortunately, the nuclear weapons are almost ready, so no matter what Germany does, we can end it with a nuke.
“The White Army is always ready to fight, as ever.”
I’m proud that the military is making full preparations.
Stalin, seeing signs of Nazi Germany’s invasion, insisted it couldn’t be real and then got a proper walloping.
The Russian Republic in this world will annihilate our Germany and France Italy. These three Reds will die.
“Your Majesty, news has arrived from the London branch. The Allied forces preparing to withdraw from Dunkirk have suffered a devastating blow from the Communist German army and the French military.”
Not long after, Savinkov delivered the news we had been waiting for.
This means Turkey won’t have to watch the British.
Goodbye, UK and France, who have both buried their heads in the sand.
“This is something we don’t even need to think about.”
If the British and French are messing things up, we might as well keep our promise to Kemal.
Besides, I’ve shared some fun information with him. The UK and France can’t really do anything about such a Turkey.
The British forces decimated, the French Exile Government losing their homeland—how will they manage?
Let’s treat Turkey a little and gain their assistance in the war. Now, all that remains are Poland and Austria.
“Poland is also running out of time.”
“It seems Poland launched a late offensive but then retreated.”
They were already in shambles in the original history, so they won’t be synchronized.
Communist Germany isn’t even thinking about landing in the UK, so they’ll handle Poland first.
Even so, we can’t intervene.
If Poland begs nicely, it could be different, but we still lack justification for involvement.
We can create justification with Austria, but if we intervene through Poland, we’ll miss the opportunity to feast on Poland.
“Hmm, should we engage in a little operation? Get Poland to request assistance from Russia.”
“It’s finally time to use that method.”
“Yes, I’m counting on you.”
We’ll request assistance from Russia together in Poland! At this point, Poland can’t say a thing.
For that to happen, Poland needs to be a bit stomped on, and right now, the picture is painted perfectly.
Poland will now face off against Germany and France Commune directly.
Of course, it’s unmanageable alone, so with a support request from the Poles, wouldn’t it mean Russia occupies Eastern Poland without war?
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Meanwhile, the British mainland was gathering every ship available.
To safely return the hundreds of thousands of Allied troops from Dunkirk before British soldiers were trampled to death by Reds.
“Send every ship out! From all over Britain, no, even Ireland! We must save the soldiers of our British Empire!”
There are around 400,000 troops.
These forces were meticulously gathered, each one a testament to meticulous preparation unlike historical reality.
Of course, this British army also included troops from the Commonwealth, but the laboriously prepared strength by Churchill meant everything.
Losing them would mean Britain’s de facto defeat in this war. The fleet had to focus on defending the homeland.
“Damn those French bastards! Betraying us!”
“We should’ve seen it coming since the Paris Commune.”
“Please, save my only son!”
“My grandson is heading to Belgium. Please help him return safely.”
All the British joined hands and prayed, while Churchill, in the shelter, racked his brain over Dunkirk’s withdrawal preparations.
Was it stress? Or was he simply bearing too much mental burden?
Since the moment British troops began to crowd into Dunkirk, Churchill’s face had grown gaunt and aged.
With trembling hands, he mustered strength and asked his visitor, Alan Brooke.
“Chief of Staff, how goes the evacuation preparations?”
“We are gathering ships by all means, but it seems we will have to divide the effort.”
That means, unless Communist Germany lets up, they’d have to endure significant damage.
At this, Churchill weakly lowered his head, bearing a defeated expression.
“This could lead to immense damage. How shall I convey this defeat to the King?”
It will be hard just to evacuate successfully.
With the Communist German army chomping at the bit, if this takes multiple efforts, it will only become harder.
At the very least, we must leave enough forces to sacrifice to hold back those Reds.
If the now secure Communist Germans lay siege to the troops, they will eventually perish massively.
What on earth is Russia doing?
Shouldn’t they be considering joining at this stage? If France falls, they too would be in trouble.
In any case, it’s urgent.
Even the mainland fleet is bound to assist in any way possible.
Even the few remaining ships in East Prussia are helping, making for serious business.
This was all because those French bastards betrayed them.
Damn frog scum. When at the Allied Command, I should’ve wiped the command entirely.
Of course, there are some French soldiers loyal enough to flee to the UK alongside the British.
However, the majority joined the French People’s Army, so there was no way France could appear pleasant in Churchill’s eyes.
“Prime Minister.”
“What is it?”
This time it’s Louis Mountbatten. What brings the Allied commander of Britain and France here?
For him to visit directly during this crucial evacuation preparation—there’s surely more bad news to come.
“The Jerry fleet is crawling out.”
“The German Reds’ red fleet is?”
What do the Germans have to come out for?
No way. It can’t be that.
Horrific possibilities that shouldn’t exist surfaced in Churchill’s mind.
It can’t be that.
No, it mustn’t be. Churchill shook his head vigorously.
“Aren’t they planning to block the evacuation?”
And right then, Mosley, sweating bullets, blurted out what Churchill would least want to imagine—the worst-case scenario.
No, but this can’t be it.
“Their fleet cannot possibly defeat the Royal Navy! They may have been trying to rebuild their fleet, but compared to ours, it’s just a speck!”
There’s no way they could win.
Do those Reds dare match up against the fleet of the British Empire?
Yes. It should certainly be that way. With hopeful eyes, Churchill glanced at Louis Mountbatten.
But he simply shook his head.
“However, if their aim is to tear apart our retreating soldiers to the end, it will likely be challenging.”
With a gloomy expression, he struggled to deliver the point that it’s tough.
Yes. What does that imply?
It likely means it will be difficult. Though simplified to that one line, it conveys a singular meaning.
The damage will be unimaginable. Yet, if that happens, the Communist Germans will lose their fleet too.
Are they truly willing to destroy their entire fleet?
“That means they’re saying they intend to wipe out the entire fleet.”
“From the Germans’ perspective, given they can only use U-boats, they could very well be inclined to completely dismantle us without even having landing troops. Moreover, the French navy that switched sides may help them.”
The worst-case scenario could indeed unfold.
“What for would the French fleet help? Even in a revolution, it shouldn’t happen so swiftly—”
“Most are already affiliated with the People’s Army, and moreover, during the Allied forces, they were dissatisfied with British command.”
France already had underlying anti-revolution sentiment.
Under such circumstances, the French weren’t likely to appreciate the British forcing them into war, the chaos within France leading to British control over the French-British Alliance, and the offensives failing repeatedly would naturally breed antipathy in the French.
“So what does that mean? Are the Jerry’s measly fleet going to kill our soldiers? Can’t we smash their fleet beforehand?”
“Unfortunately, we must also hold back the French fleet, and if they’re aiming to act without holding back, it’s impossible.”
Of course, ultimately that Communist German fleet could be destroyed, allowing the British Empire’s navy to maintain its prestige.
But it would be a victory at the cost of hundreds of thousands of British soldiers.
There’s no denying that Britain is being forced into such choices, and after all this time, they sorely miss Russia’s intervention.
What is this saintly nation doing?
In their brutal purge of Reds during the Civil War, why is that Russia still not stirring?
As these thoughts whirled, he shook his head.
Originally, Churchill himself had not wanted Russia to intervene.
What good is it now to think such things?
“We have to— we have to make it work somehow?”
“Right now, we’ll just have to do our best.”
Louis Mountbatten’s face, pledging to do his best, didn’t look good.
And then, on the day Dunkirk’s evacuation operation commenced.
Fierce battles continued at Dunkirk.
“Let’s tear into those Tommies! Let’s bring victory to Comrade Goebbels!”
“Hail Goebbels!”
The French army, while under the surveillance of the German People’s Army, switched to the People’s Army facade, launching an all-out assault on the Allied forces at Dunkirk, supported by Army Groups A and B.
“Hold on at all costs! We must endure until the remaining troops can evacuate!”
“We need to support our troops! Hurry!”
The British struggled to leave enough troops to sacrifice while trying to withdraw.
However, Charles Forbes, the commander of the British fleet supporting the Dunkirk evacuation, faced difficulties.
“Sir! Their fleet has blocked ours!”
“Damn those Reds!”
These red corpses were clinging to the soldiers of the British Empire like a deadly trap.
In circumstances where evacuation operations absolutely had to be supported, this was the worst possible scenario.
“We must hold our position here until the British can’t withdraw, until they’re annihilated!”
A and B Army Groups’ Dunkirk onslaught commenced, with even some French People’s Army collaborating in pushing the Allies to the brink.
And not only that. Leder’s red fleet also trapped the Royal Navy and began to destroy every transport ship sent to save the soldiers from the coast and Britain.
The troops aboard the transport began to fall prey to the Red U-boats.
Even if they did not fall victim to the attacks from the mainland navy, they continued to destroy transport ships and find ways to crush the British forces on the coast.
Oil flowed from the British transport ships hit by torpedoes and battleships, with remnants of once-human flesh, along with surviving soldiers, ablaze on the sea.
With each transport ship destroyed, the British army suffered exponentially.
The Communist German Red Army showed no intention of saving the Allied forces.
“Kill those damn Red flies! We need to save our army!”
“Don’t let a single imperialist escape!”
The Red Air Force also joined in, relentlessly driving out the British air force while indiscriminately bombing the coasts and transport ships where the Allies were withdrawing.
“They don’t even accept surrenders!”
“Those are the red devils!”
“Damn you, Churchill! Why did you start this war?!”
Dying British troops were filled with fear of the German communists and growing hatred for Churchill, who had initiated the war.
Charles Forbes, watching his army perish in the red tide, was left without a single action he could take.
“How… how can this be? Our soldiers are all dying. All of them! Hundreds of thousands of men we painstakingly gathered. Every one of them is dying.”
The shores and sea were filled with the blood and flesh of once-human bodies.
The Royal Navy had completely obliterated Leder’s fleet to never let them crawl back to the sea again.
But of the 400,000 troops, fewer than 60,000 managed to withdraw to Britain. Even they, along with troops from other Commonwealth countries and the French, Dutch, and Belgian Exile Governments, were sent to the Dachau concentration camp.
The Dunkirk evacuation operation had essentially failed, contrary to history.
This battle left the Communist Germans’ fleet in ruins, making it hard to target British mainland, while Britain’s navy remained undiminished but lost a colossal army in an instant.
Considering that Germany already struggled to land in the UK, it’s fair to say that it was effectively a victory for Germany in preventing a landing from Britain.
Blood flowed everywhere across Dunkirk and the coastline, where the trading ships dispatched from the mainland were serving as transport vessels.
This marked a complete British defeat.
The once-great nation that commanded the oceans and reigned as the world’s strongest power was crumbling.
“Hahahaha! This is all thanks to our Italy rolling the frontlines from the south! What are you all doing? This is the opportunity! Liberate all those British colonies in Africa!”
Inspired by Dunkirk, Mussolini, seizing the moment when the British Mediterranean fleet was withdrawing, attempted to mobilize Italian troops in Africa to confidently occupy British-held Africa.
Unfortunately, there was an Ethiopian army heading north to assist the Allies at Russia’s request.
“Mussolini’s attack is stopped by the Ethiopian army.”
“Why do they always get in the way?”
And once again, it was blocked.