Chapter 329 Plymouth Login (Part 2)

On June 12, after five days of emergency mobilization, the 89th Legion's direct troops, the 1, 2, 3rd Infantry Division and the 2nd Marine Division were all gathered in St. Brieux on the Normandy Peninsula. St. Brieux is located in St. Maro Bay and is a very excellent harbor.

In order to ensure the success of this battle, the Admiralty Department mobilized a "Dreadnought" class warship and two "Former "Default" class warships from the Straits Fleet to provide escort and artillery support for this landing operation. According to the plan, the 2nd Marine Division will take the lead in launching an attack. After establishing the forward base, the three infantry divisions and direct troops of the 89th Legion will all land within the next 4 days, and then launch a large-scale attack eastward, threatening the Portsmouth area, thereby mobilizing other British defenders to create conditions for the landing of Dover and Portsmouth.

St. Brieux is more than 200 kilometers away from Plymouth. If you set out from St. Brieux, it will take 10 hours to arrive. Therefore, the departure time of the landing troops is set at 10 pm on June 12, so that at 8 am on the second day, the troops can reach their destination and launch an attack.

Late at night on June 12, the Duille Palace was also full of bright lights. Xiao Jie and other leaders of the French Empire gathered here, waiting for the order to be issued.

"Your Majesty, the time is up, and you can order the troops to set off." Eck looked at the time and reminded Xiao Jie.

"Send them a telegram and tell them that I'm waiting for news of their victory here." Xiao Jie said excitedly. The full landing war against Britain is about to begin. How can this not make him not excited?

Eck nodded and went out to give orders, his face also full of excitement.

At 6 a.m. on June 13, on the bridge of the "Dreadnought" class warship of the Straits Fleet, General Monty, the commander of the 89th Legion, and Admiral Alfred, deputy commander of the Straits Fleet, were talking in a low voice.

"There are two hours left before the general can order your troops to start preparing." Admiral Alfred suggested.

"Okay, I will arrange it." Admiral Monty nodded. This time the main landing combat mission was completed by the 2nd Marine Division. In addition, he also drew two infantry regiments from the 1st Infantry Division of the 89th Legion to operate together. After the 2nd Marine Division successfully landed, the two infantry regiments will be responsible for protecting the safety of the landing ground.

"Don't worry, general. In the area of ​​Plymouth, the UK only has an infantry division and a cavalry brigade, with a total force of about 20,000. But the area they defend is very large, and we will only encounter more than 10,000 people when attacking Plymouth. In addition, the UK would not have thought that we would land in Plymouth, so we are very sure to succeed this time." Perhaps seeing Monty was a little nervous, Alfred comforted.

"I know. How effective is the British division?" Despite this, Monty couldn't help asking. After all, the first battle to land on the British mainland was commanded by him. The quality of this battle was directly related to whether the war will be successful in the future, so we can't be confused at all.

"The British 7th Infantry Division and the 2nd** Cavalry Brigade are stationed in Plymouth. As the British regular army, their combat effectiveness is still relatively strong, but there is still a gap compared to our army. At present, the main defenses of Plymouth are the two infantry regiments of the British 7th Infantry Division and the division's direct troops and a cavalry regiment of the 2nd Cavalry Brigade, with a total force of about 10,000." said Admiral Carl, deputy commander of the 89th Corps.

"Will their fortifications be built to cause great difficulties for us?" Monty asked.

"Maybe they thought it was impossible for us to land here, so although the 7th Infantry Division also built a lot of fortifications, their fortifications were much worse than Portsmouth and Dover. As for whether it would cause difficulties for our landing, it depends on General Alfred." Carl said with a smile.

"Haha, don't worry, you two, even if their fortifications are strong, our naval guns will destroy them all and clear the obstacles to landing for you. Don't worry, I will arrange the artillery formation to move forward quickly and enter the artillery attack on Plymouth as soon as possible. When we arrive, they will be almost done, and the Marines can start the landing battle." Alfred said with a smile. It is still very easy for them to provide artillery support to the landing troops. After all, those so-called solid fortifications are not much different from paper in front of the naval large-caliber naval guns.

"Thank you then." Monty thanked quickly.

"Where, where. Everything is for the Imperial Horse." Alfred said, and then he went to issue an order. Under his command, the "Former Fearless" class warship "Loire" led eight "Bonaparte" class warships out of the formation and accelerated their advance, preparing for the launch of shelling of Plymouth before the landing troops arrived to prepare for the landing troops.

At 7:20 am on June 13, the French shelling fleet appeared in the Plymouth waters. Their appearance immediately attracted the attention of the British army. Then, the whole Plymouth was in chaos. At 7:40, after some preparation, the captain of the battleship "Loire" ordered the shelling to begin. Under the leadership of the "Loire", the shelling fleet launched a devastating blow to the British fortifications built on the coast.

"Terminal Commander, the French fleet is here." After discovering that the French fleet is here, Alan, a colonel commander of the British 7th Infantry Division, quickly ran to the dormitory of the 7th Infantry Division commander and reported to him.

"What are you yelling? Is the sky falling?" Major General Ralph, the commander of the 7th Infantry Division, roared angrily. Because he was too tired last night, he was just awake now and was about to have a "morning fuck" with the female nurse he had just fucked in yesterday, but Allen came to make trouble, so he had to climb down from the female nurse in disappointment. Do you think he is in a good mood?

Ralph opened the door and asked with a dark face: "Col. Allen, you'd better give me a satisfactory explanation, otherwise I'll make you look good."

Colonel Allen saw the female nurse lying on the bed through the crack of the door. He knew that he had ruined Ralph's good things. No wonder he was so angry. But he still had to bite the bullet and report to Ralph: "Teacher Commander, the French fleet is here."

"French Fleet? What are they doing here?" Ralph was also a little puzzled. However, before he could ask clearly, the shelling of the French shelling fleet began.

The huge roar was so loud that even the house began to shake. "What are they doing here? Are they simply wanting to shell us or are they going to land here? Is there a transport ship?" Ralph quickly grasped the key to the question and asked.

"There are no transport ships, only 9 warships, one of which is the 'Former Fearless' class, and the rest are the 'Bonapart' class." Allen thought for a while and replied.

"Oh, that's good. Order all the troops on the front line to withdraw from the position and leave after the French threw the shells. It's no big deal." Ralph said with confidence. Then he returned to the bed, with the sound of cannons outside, and the same sound of cannons roaring inside his sleep and food.

Ten minutes later, Ralph's door was knocked again, accompanied by Allen's shout: "Teacher, come out quickly, something is wrong."

"Oh my God!" Ralph was about to collapse. His "fight" with the female nurse was in its most intense moment. After being disturbed by Allen, he immediately became "drained". He put on his pants angrily, and Ralph opened the door: "Col. Allen, have you been kicked by a donkey in your head? Why are you disturbing me again?"

"Teacher, big things are bad, really big things are bad. There are many transport ships on the sea." Allen stuttered.

"What? A large number of transport ships? How many?" Ralph didn't care about getting angry now. He had realized that the matter was a bit serious.

"There may be more than 150 ships," Allen replied.

"It's over, it seems that the French are preparing to land here. Damn the Military Intelligence Agency, didn't they say that the French would land in Portsmouth or Dover? Why are the French landing fleets here now?" Ralph roared.

"Teacher, you should think of a solution quickly. Otherwise, if the French landed successfully, we will be dead." Allen said anxiously.

"Damn it, order the troops to enter the position immediately, and the French cannot get ashore. Also, contact the other troops of our division immediately and ask them to reinforce us immediately. At the same time, contact the Army Headquarters to explain the situation here to them, and ask them to send troops to support us." Ralph quickly issued several orders.

The 2nd Infantry Regiment of the British 7th Infantry Division was responsible for defending the Plymouth coast. When the French fleet began shelling, they were ordered to withdraw from the position in order to reduce losses, but just over 10 minutes later, they had to re-enter the position. At this time, the French fleet's shelling did not stop and their fortifications had been destroyed. It can be said that their situation is now very bad.
Chapter completed!