Battle of Poland · England and France

Hearing this, Mosicicki looked at the map and was silent for a long time before saying, "What about the Polish corridor? The central front shrinks back, what will happen to the 'Pomeranian' army on the Polish corridor? What about Danzig? The central front shrinks. , their flanks are completely exposed to German Army Group A!"

"Let them break through immediately! How much can be withdrawn!" The general waved his hand, "As for Danzig, it can't be saved! Danzig's coastal defense forces' first round of saturation artillery bombardment in the German Navy and the first round of German naval aviation Under the saturation bombing, the formation was lost, and now Danzig is relying on a light infantry division to fight against the German 1st Marine Division."

"What if we can win?" Mosicicki looked into the general's eyes and said expectantly.

"Impossible, Mr. President." The general said in frustration, "The army of German Army Group C stationed in East Prussia is trying to rely on Danzig."

"Oh, okay." Mosichicki said with a sigh, "this is the end, I can only approve your plan, let our troops retreat!"

"Understood!" The officers were overjoyed when they heard the words, saluted and left Moschicki's side, and went to their respective assignments.

"Secretary, arrange a plane for me." Moschitzki stood up and said to the secretary, "I'm going to see Chamberlain and Lebrun, they are our last hope!"

A few hours later, Paris, France, the Presidential Palace.

"Mr. Lebrun, Mr. Chamberlain, it's been three days since Germany invaded France, why haven't you declared war on Germany?" Mosicicki couldn't hold back his heart when he saw Lebrun and Chamberlain. Anger, "Are all your promises to me false? Do Britain and France still have credit at all?!"

"Mr. Mosicicki, don't worry." The Polish President blocked the door and pressed him, which made Lebrun a little unhappy, "We will do what we promised!"

"Then, please tell me, Mr. Lebrun, how long will Poland have to wait for the support of its allies?" Mosicicki sighed. "Misters, forgive my bad tone."

Hearing Moschicki's apology, Le Brun's face looked better, and he replied: "We have issued an ultimatum to Germany in the morning, ordering them to cease fire before the early hours of this morning. And the reason for this ultimatum It took three days because both of our countries were mobilizing troops."

"Mr. Mosicicki, why is the German army advancing so fast?" Chamberlain asked, "With the combat effectiveness of the Polish army, it shouldn't be defeated so quickly."

Moschicki was very embarrassed to hear this and said, "The German armored forces are very powerful, and we lack anti-tank weapons, so we can't fight their tanks on the western plains."

"Can Poland stop the German offensive before our support troops arrive on the battlefield?" Chamberlain asked, "Our troops are already moving towards the German-French border, as long as your party's German offensive momentum can hold back their A, With two Army Groups C, we will be able to defeat their B and D Army Groups on the German-French border, and then we will drive straight into Germany and defeat Germany in one fell swoop!"

"Yes!" Mosicicki answered with oath, "We were not ready ahead, we lost the Warta River defense, and let the battlefield go to the plain attack, which the Germans are good at, and we have now abandoned the Poznan Province. In the western region, the troops were compressed to the line of the Pross River, and the battlefield re-entered the positional defense that we are good at. I believe that it is absolutely impossible for the Germans to break through the natural danger of the Pross River when we are fully prepared!"

"Very good!" Le Brun smiled, "I believe that with the cooperation of our three parties, this war will soon be over!"

Meanwhile, Berlin, Germany, the capital of the Führer.

"Hehe, let's stop before the wee hours?" Lyon looked at the telegram in his hand co-signed by Chamberlain and Le Brun, and sneered, "Just kidding, what about the ultimatum? It has already indicated that I am ready to beat you two at the same time! Ridiculous Lebron and Chamberlain, haven't they realized the reality yet?"

Just as Lyon was mocking Britain and France to himself, an officer came to the door. He knocked on the door and shouted, "Long live the Führer!"

"Mordel is here? Come in!" Leon glanced at the person who came, and waved his hand to let him in with a smile.

"My Führer, are you looking for me?" Model asked Leon suspiciously.

"Look at this!" Leon nodded and said, and then handed the "English and French ultimatum" in his hand to Model.

Model took the telegram and read it carefully.

After a while, Model finished reading the telegram and handed it back to Lyon, saying, "My head of state, is Britain and France going to declare war on us?"

"Yes!" Leon replied, "Do you know what I asked you to do?"

Model was silent for a while after hearing the words, and then replied: "I guess you want me to block the possible attacks of Britain and France for the Empire, right?"

"Smart!" Leon applauded and laughed, "That's it, but how did you guess?"

"Because you called me, not someone else." Model replied confidently, "I think as a commander, I can't compare to Rommel and the others in terms of offense, but they are better than others in terms of defense. Don't get on me! So I guess you called me instead of Rommel, it must be for the defense!"

"Haha, it seems that you are very clear about your position!" Leon laughed happily.

"Then I'll go back and mobilize the troops!" Model saluted, "My Eighth Army is still on the front line from Waldshut to Lerach, and I have to transfer it to Germany in the shortest possible time. On the French border!"

"No no no!" Leon waved his hand and said, "The Eighth Army will go to the German-French border, but it is not under your command!"

Model was stunned when he heard the words, and hesitantly said: "Then... where do I go?"

"Go to Army Group B! Replace Manstein as the Chief of Staff of Army Group B!" Lyon said, "I hope that Army Group B will make France suffer!"

"Yes, my head of state!" Model was overjoyed when he heard the words, "I will definitely live up to the expectations of the head of state and the empire!"

"But... but if I succeed Manstein, what should Manstein do?" After he finished speaking, Model thought of his old friend Manstein, and he gritted his teeth to persuade him, "My Führer Manstein is a very good chief of staff, I don't know what mistakes he made, but I hope you don't bury him."