I Will Stage A Coup D’état - Chapter 115



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EP.115 Normandy Landing Operation (2)

On June 1, 1944, the Allied forces issued orders to organize anti-German resistance ahead of the landing.

“On June 6, the Allied forces will land on the European continent. Resistance groups everywhere, take up arms and go into action.”

Germany now reacted lukewarmly.

“Who do those kids think they’re fools? They should’ve fooled me three times, but they’re holding a ceremony to fool me four times.”

“Oh, the weather is bad. You have to lie a little bit to be fooled.”

German intelligence did not send any information to the German military.

The Allied forces took advantage of the Germans’ complacency.

At dawn on June 6, the US 82nd and 101st Airborne Divisions, the British 2nd and 6th Airborne Divisions, and the South Korean 1st Airborne Division dropped heavy bombs on key bridges and roads in Normandy.

Only then did the Germans realize that the Allies were attacking.

“Emergency! Emergency!”

“Oh, why again!”

“Allied airborne troops have landed! Move out!”

By the time German forces inland began to move in response, major roads and bridges had been taken by Allied airborne troops.

“Huh?”

“This bridge is now ours. We can use it as we please, that’s what I mean. Would you like to pass through here?”

German units were caught in a situation where they had to rush to the coast.

“Let’s go too!”

“Let’s go!”

At sea, 40 British and American warships rained down a torrent of fire upon the land.

As the artillery fire was directed at the concrete bunkers and everything else without a trace, the German tanks deployed along the coast were destroyed without being able to do anything.

The main target was a battleship that was destroyed, lower-ranking targets were cruisers and destroyers, and the rear was pounded by thousands of bombers.

The German army was literally helpless in the face of the Allied forces’ three-dimensional violence.

The German defenses were largely neutralized by the naval bombardment.

On the morning of June 6, 1944, eight Allied divisions landed in an orderly fashion on the razed beaches of Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno, and Sword.

Hans, a soldier of the German 352nd Division stationed in Omaha, watched all this unfold, his eardrums half-ruptured by the battleship’s bombardment.

“Hans, if we stay here we’ll all die. Let’s run. The shelling has stopped, so now is the only time we can run.”

A senior comrade who had served on the Eastern Front advised him to run away, but Hans refused.

“Coward! How can a son of Great Germany say such weak things! My fatherland, Father Germany, demands my devotion! Don’t say defeatist things to me.”

Hans, who had just been drafted, was burning with intense patriotism.

The German army he studied was the strongest army in Europe, armed with a strong sense of duty and enthusiasm.

I couldn’t believe that there were such rotten seeds in that kind of army.

“Hans. If you risk your life here, your family won’t be happy. It’s important that you come back alive.”

“Shut up! If you’re going to run away, then get out! I’m not a coward or anti-national like you!”

His comrades looked at Hans, foaming at the mouth and spouting his loyalty to National Socialism, and then ran out of the bunker.

‘Cowards. Cowards like that are making the war unfavorable.’

Hans gritted his teeth and grabbed the MG-42.

In the distance, Allied soldiers could be seen wading through the water between the stakes that had been set up to block landing craft.

If I just kill all those dog-like bastards, my country will win this war.

The President will make it so.

Hans aimed his gun at the enemy line and pulled the trigger.

Tata tata!

As the bright yellow beam of light spread out, soldiers who had just stepped onto the shore while wading through the water screamed and fell.

The blue sea and white sandy beach were quickly dyed red with blood.

“Everyone die, everyone die!”

Those who attempted to invade Greater Germany deserved to die.

Every time Hans’ machine gun drew a line, corpses littered the area.

“Hey, catch that dog!”

By the time the Allied soldiers reached the cliff, Hans’ machine gun had taken out over 100 Allied soldiers.

“I, I will save my country.”

Hans felt invincible holding the machine gun.

Let’s just kill a thousand more.

When the son of Great Germany shows that he can do a thousand a day, those cowards will get back on their ships and run away.

Hans truly thought so.

Flash.

The next moment, an 8-inch main gun shell from an approaching Allied cruiser hit Hans’ bunker directly.

Hans died on the spot without even being able to scream.

“Those damn Nazis.”

Allied soldiers cursed at the sight of bunkers crushed by the cruiser’s gunfire.

The 352nd Division’s defense line was gradually crumbling.

The German B Army Group headquarters, which was belatedly informed of the Allied landing, was unable to come to its senses.

Since we were under attack both inland and along the coast, we had no idea where to start responding.

“Call the commander quickly!”

Unfortunately for the Germans, General Rommel, commander of Army Group B, responsible for northern France, was home on vacation.

For this reason, the actual command was delegated to the Chief of Staff of the Army Group, Hans Speidel.

The problem was that Speidel was not the man to lead a German counterattack.

Rommel was belatedly informed of the situation at home and urgently requested a call with the Führer.

“Please tell the Führer. The situation in Normandy is very urgent.”

“Your Majesty is sleeping, so I can’t.”

Party secretary Martin Bormann was adamant that the Führer could not be awakened.

The armored divisions cannot be deployed without the Führer’s permission, but the Führer is asleep and cannot be woken up.

Romel was so shocked that he stuck out his tongue.

The success or failure of the defense now depended on how well the German units along the coastline held out.

However, it was unclear how long the infantry divisions, with their poor equipment and organization, could withstand the relentless Allied offensive.

‘We’ve blown our chance to counterattack, so we’re finished.’

Romel picked up the phone again, chewing on his despair.

*

“Your Majesty, the landing operation has been successful. So far, 13 divisions, including the airborne division, have set foot on the European continent.”

It was a slightly larger number than the original.

I looked at the map and became lost in thought.

The troubles of the Normandy landings were actually just beginning.

‘Because this was a neighborhood where breaking through was more difficult than landing.’

Normandy’s terrain was a filthy place for attackers.

The land, demarcated by hedges, mounds, and low shrubs, was in itself a natural defensive line for the defenders.

Adding to this the fortifications built by the German army, it would have been difficult to easily take down even the weak German army that was holding out.

‘There’s a minefield there too.’

Germany in the distant area laid a huge number of mines before the ports were captured, rendering the docks unusable for an average of three months.

There was no way Germany wouldn’t do the same thing.

Considering these points, it was difficult to advance to the German border in a short period of time.

Even if they broke through Normandy at the pace of the original plan, it would take at least two months, so they would have to wait until September at the earliest to reach the German border.

The problem was that the Western Allied forces were weaker than those in the distant region.

The United States entered the war itself in late 1943, and Britain did not enter until late 1942.

Since both armies were not sufficiently bulked up, the number of divisions was far less than that of the distant enemy.

In terms of training and practical experience, it was far different from that of history.

Although the German army was quantitatively inferior to the original force, we had to consider that the decrease in our forces was greater.

Under these conditions, it could have taken more than three months, if not two.

‘If you drag it out like that, it’ll end up being a picture where only Ivans are having fun.’

That kind of picture was difficult.

Of course, we needed a card that would quickly make the Nazis surrender.

There was a dragoon operation landing in southern France, but that required preparation time.

A card that will take down the Germans faster and more quickly.

The answer to the problem was, of course, in the East.

Our great steel red secretary.

It was easy to scare the Germans just by borrowing his name.

I decided to take this opportunity to make some propaganda leaflets.

“Your sister, your lover, your daughters, the vengeful Ivans are coming. Aren’t you afraid that the Red Army will take revenge on your family? If you want to avoid the disaster of the Ivans taking over your homeland, open the way for the Western Allies to advance. Only then will your family be protected.”

I thought it was a persuasive phrase.

Of course, the Western Allies were not all gentlemen.

The Allied Forces were also human, and there were people who raped and pillaged.

It is said that 20,000 German women were raped during the Normandy landings.

However, the Allied forces were not so vengeful as the Ivans, who raped everyone from girls to the elderly and nailed them to death in barns.

That’s the difference between heaven and hell.

“What do you think?”

“Still, something is missing.”

“If you have any thoughts, please tell me.”

Instead of Seon Seon-seong, who came at my call, Kim Pan-ho came up with an idea to supplement my thoughts.

“I would like to see photographs showing the treatment of surrendered Italian and German soldiers.”

Ah, the soldiers who came to us.

Those guys are making a good living by digging potatoes, assembling nuts, and mining minerals.

Is that convincing?

Even the Germans know that if they surrender to Ivan, their only options are death or abuse.

“Your Majesty, you are right. We must show you how we will be treated if we surrender.”

I thought this would be 140% convincing.

“Prepare to print as much as possible in the propaganda department.”

“I will accept it.”

“air force.”

“Yes, Prime Minister.”

“Prepare a plane so that we can transport you to Europe right away when the propaganda department prepares.”

“I will accept it.”

Oh, I almost forgot that.

I had them cut out a page of beer and stick it on each flyer.

The leaflets were printed as is and shipped to Europe.

Since that alone did not seem to be enough to meet the quantity, we also requested that England produce leaflets.

“I don’t know if those damn Jerrys will surrender after seeing that. Anyway, I’ll cooperate. How many shots do you want?”

Our friend the British Empire also agreed to help produce the leaflets.

From the second week of June we began to spread leaflets like a carpet over the German front lines.

The Germans won’t surrender right away just because they see a leaflet, but they’ll at least think about it.

They too will worry about their families and themselves.

That was enough to cause the embankment to collapse.

Once you get into the flow of surrender, the rest is very easy.

The original translation will fall like dominoes, just as the Germans did in September 1944 and March 1945.

‘It will be to your benefit if it falls apart like that.’

It will be the same in our country too.

So, surrender gracefully.