"Yes, the sea lion plan." Lyon said proudly. This "sea lion plan" was developed by him and a group of talented officers of the German High Command in half a year, including being transferred back from the Western Front. Manstein.
This is the more important task that Lyon and Model said last time to Manstein.
"This plan details how we will cross the English Channel and attack the British mainland," Lyon said.
"But, but how do we cross the strait?" Thinking about the English Channel, which is known as the natural barrier of Britain, Raidl felt that this plan was completely impossible.
"Isn't it written in the plan?" Leon asked strangely, "Of course we went by boat, do we still swim there?"
"No, Fuehrer." Rader looked embarrassed. "I mean, the British navy is so powerful, how can we cross the strait under their blockade?"
"Well." Leon said and patted Raidel's shoulder, "This is up to your High Seas Fleet. Do you remember the plan I told you last time?"
"Then, the sneak attack plan?"
"Yes." Leon nodded with satisfaction and said, "It seems that you haven't forgotten it."
"I dare not forget the plan that the Führer said." Rader said terrified.
"Very good." Leon nodded with a smile, and then walked back to the way he used to be, while saying, "Since you haven't forgotten, let's take advantage of the Englishman's new boat before launching, and find a chance to implement it. Ray Del, I know that if this plan is successful, it will make you a sneak attack, but its success will give us the opportunity to completely eliminate the old rival of Britain! Compared with some false names, I think you understand which is better Heavy."
"Yes, Führer." Rader replied dully.
To be honest, he is very reluctant to carry out this plan, because as a traditional Prussian soldier, honor is equal to his life, and it is better for him to die than to be called a "sneak raider".
But he is a Prussian soldier who has experienced World War I. He has seen with his own eyes the tragic and solemn "Rainbow Operation" and how his motherland has been humiliated by the victorious countries, so although he is very resistant to this plan in his heart, but He still chose to accept it.
"Relax, my general." Lyon saw Rader's helplessness, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted, "History is always written by the victors, as long as we win this war, then this This raid plan is a textbook sea blitz, and you will be recorded in history. In addition, I have prepared a sea blue walking stick for you, which is made of pure gold and inlaid with many beautiful It's a very beautiful gem, and as long as you win the battle, it's yours."
"Cane?" Raedl froze for a moment, "Marshal's cane?"
"Yes, marshal's cane!" Leon said with a smile, "after you can't beat the British fleet out of the sea, you will be the first marshal of the three armies of the Empire!"
"Understood! My head of state!" Rader suddenly changed his previous sullenness when he heard the words, summoned up his fighting spirit, and said, "I will destroy the British fleet for you and the empire, I promise!"
"Haha!" Leon laughed twice, then stepped back and walked back, "Let's step up a little bit, before granting you the marshal's scepter, I have to award some great boys with honors!"
More than ten minutes after Lyon returned to the villa, the party reached its climax.
When the host saw that the awarding time was about to come, he took the microphone and called to the whole manor through the temporarily installed broadcast: "Ladies and gentlemen, the award ceremony of the battle hero is about to start, please go back to the villa of the head of state. Come on, witness this great moment!"
After listening to the host of the party, the people who were scattered all over the manor and took the opportunity to expand their contacts immediately rushed back to the lawn in front of the head of state's villa, waiting to watch the award ceremony.
The bell, representing ten o'clock in the evening, appeared on time at the Manor of the Head of State. As the bell rang, dozens of officers and soldiers in brand-new military uniforms walked out of the dark with their heads held high and boarded the carefully constructed medallions in turn. .
After the officers and soldiers took their places, Leon appeared in front of everyone with two officers holding a tray, and the tray was full of various medals!
Watching Leon walk to the awarding platform, everyone raised their right hand in unison and shouted wildly, "Long live the head of state!"
"Haha." Leon smiled, waved his hand to let go, and said, "Gentlemen and ladies, oh, there may be a few lovely children, good evening everyone!"
"I think the reason why everyone is here today is to celebrate the new High Seas Fleet's victory over the mighty British Royal Navy, and to see the faces of the heroes in this battle."
"And standing behind me are the protagonists of this party, the naval heroes you want to see! Before we start, let's applaud our heroes!"
"Clap clap clap!" Following Leon's words, there was warm applause from the scene.
The applause lasted for more than a minute before Leon squeezed his palm to signal everyone to end, and after it was completely quiet, he continued: "Next, let's carry out the most important project of this party, awarding honors to the heroes, I hope that the soldiers who have received the medal will continue to fight heroically and continue to bring victory for the empire!"
After speaking, Leon turned around and walked to the left with the two officers holding the trays. One by one from left to right, he personally put medals on them and shook hands with them.
There are a total of 48 soldiers standing here, half of them are ordinary soldiers, who have been awarded for outstanding performance in their posts (such as shooting down enemy ships with artillery, shooting down enemy ships with planes, shooting down many with anti-aircraft guns) aircraft, etc.).
Ansel was among the first to discover the British aircraft carrier formation and guided the aircraft to attack, causing two British aircraft carriers to be seriously injured and one to be seriously injured. He was awarded an Iron Cross 2nd class.
"Hey, young man!" Leon recognized this young soldier who had just been inspired by himself when he awarded the medal to Ansel.
"Long live the Führer!" Ansel expressed his excitement that the Führer still remembered himself.
"Don't be nervous, young man, now you are the master here." Leon took the medal belonging to Ansel from the tray, put it on him carefully, then glanced at the military card on Ansel's chest and said , "Ansel, your name is Ansel, right?"
"Yes, the Führer!" Ansel answered loudly.
"How is it, Ansel, have you caught up with that girl?" Leon asked with a smile.