On the morning of December 26, Ramsden held the latest battle report and rushed into General Alexander's residence with three armored vehicles. He was eager to find the commander-in-chief of the Middle East War Zone to discuss countermeasures. He had just received the latest battle report: Last night, Rommel commanded the Great German Division and suddenly crossed the Sinai Peninsula and appeared near Tel Aviv. After a night of battle, in the early morning, even Haifa fell into the hands of the German army, and the enemy's troops pointed directly at Lebanon and Syria.

What surprised him was that after he brought the guards in, he was told that the general was not in the official residence.

He grabbed the butler's collar and shouted, "I went to the superior's office. They said the superior was still in the official residence; now when I arrived at the official residence, I still couldn't find him, and the phone was not available. Where did you get the general?"

"Dear General, listen to me, no one dares to disrespect the general."

"Where is that person?"

"He flew to Aswan at 3 a.m. today with General Ted."

"What? Plane? Aswan? This is impossible!" Ramsden pulled out his pistol and pressed the butler's forehead and said viciously, "Be honest, where is the general? Last night he inspected the troops with me, and there was no slightest expression of going south."

"It's true." The housekeeper said tremblingly, "In order to keep the secret and prevent the Germans from sneak attacking, he told me at the last moment, and he also said that once the command is successfully established, he will send you a telegram."

At this moment, the adjutant of Ramsden hurriedly arrived in a jeep: "Sir, I have just received a telegram from General Alexander from Aswan. He said that he had successfully flew to Aswan and established a command center, and he appointed you as the Supreme Chief of Cairo, who is fully responsible for all matters."

"Bastard!" Ramsden took the telegram and looked at it for a few rough glances. He tore the telegram to pieces. After thinking about it, he felt confused and kicked the housekeeper to the ground.

"What should we do now?" asked the adjutant worriedly. "The German team was discovered in the south of the city. They had already forced them up, but the road had not been completely blocked. Where can we go?"

"Go back to the command center first and then think of a solution." Ramsden felt that the sky suddenly collapsed. He disliked Alexander's arrangement for other troops to retreat first, but because of the opinions of most people, he could only hold his nose and endure it. He even tried every means to do ideological work for the Australian 9th Division and the 2nd Division of the New Zealand Division. For Ramsden's sake, and even Montgomery expressed his acceptance of the arrangement when saving the two divisions at all costs, and was willing to stay in Cairo and cover the retreat of friendly troops.

Yesterday was Christmas Eve, and the day before yesterday was Christmas Eve. Although the soldiers could not be given holidays due to war, the generals still visited various troops at night. He still talked and laughed at everyone, and could not hear any frustration or anxiety, nor was there any wavering or fear. He said a lot of encouragement, condolences, and cheered up to the soldiers of the Australian and New Army. He said a lot of sincere and apologetic words to the generals, which made everyone feel enthusiastic and misunderstood by themselves, and even a little guilty. Even now, everyone is still full of admiration for the generals: no matter what, the generals only arranged for some troops to retreat - there were always troops to retreat first. He himself insisted in Cairo with us, which fully demonstrated that he was a hero like Lieutenant General Montgomery.

Ramsden didn't think about this at first. He just thought the general slept too late at night and was still stranded in the official residence. Unexpectedly, such a thing happened. He calmed down after leaving the door and blamed himself for his carelessness: the general's behavior was abnormal two days ago - that was because he was about to run away secretly. He was expressing guilt and uneasiness in advance, and he felt sorry for himself until now.

"He ran away." Moshead, commander of the Australian 9th Division, and Bernard Freiberg, commander of the New Zealand 2nd Division (called the commander, but only commanded one New Zealand 2nd Division) were summoned to the command center. The first words of Ramsden made them open their mouths in horror.

"What?"

"who?"

"Who else? Harold Alexander, this bastard!" Ramsden cursed gritted his teeth, "He left his troops, his duties, and ran away... He even dared to send a telegram shamelessly saying that he had established a command center in Aswan and was ready to accept our retreat. To keep confidential and stabilize the morale of the army, don't announce the news of his retreat for the time being!"

"Fuck... I'm going to sue him! I'm going to find Churchill!" Freiberg was a hot temper and threw his hat to the ground. "I don't believe that no one can cure him."

"It's a matter of future, so I'd better find a way to do it quickly. Goodrian's troops are forcing him..." Moshead was both hated and angry.

The phone ringing suddenly rang: "No, sir..."

"What happened again?"

“Most of the planes flew south.”

"What?"

It's over! It's completely finished! The commander fled, the plane retreated, and the army outside besieged the city. What can the New Army do with 30,000 people?

"We still have more than 200 tanks and enough trucks and armored vehicles, and there are also a large number of artillery, enough to evacuate while fighting."

"How to cover up if you want to withdraw? The Germans cannot let us leave swagger. There is only one way to Aswan..."

"It's not possible to retreat like this!" Ramsden immediately thought of the real difficulties, "Where is the fuel? What about the supply? What about the rear? What about so many wounded people?"

As soon as he heard about these practical difficulties, the command center immediately fell into a dead silence.

"Hold to the end! We must hold to the end." Freiberg said gritting his teeth, "Cairo's medical conditions are the best in Egypt, and at least half of the injured will die on the road."

Moshead said hesitantly: "You can't retreat with the wounded, then everyone will be done-and then the wounded will be done in the end."

"Once we break out of Cairo City, we will face the pursuit of Germans all the way. How many people will die in the vast desert?"

The two looked at each other suspiciously, and finally said hesitantly: "...there may be 15,000 to 20,000 casualties."

"That's 60%-70%. "Ramsden sighed, "Even if it's only 40%-50%, I don't want to do this. Is it kind to let the other half die to save the remaining half?"

The two of them shook their heads instinctively - this determination is not easy. At present, all the soldiers who are left are from their hometowns brought from their hometowns. If the casualties are too great, the two of them will not be ashamed to meet the Chinese people in the future.

"Now there is no air force again, and there is no airdrop supply to cover us - we have become completely abandoned children. So what if we retreat to Aswan? I really think Alexander will wait for us in Aswan and answer us?" Ramsden said hatefully, "Maybe he patted his butt and walked towards Ethiopia after taking this telegram."

"What do you think of?"

"Yes, General Ramsden, please make an idea. You are the commander of the Egyptian army and the commander of the city defense. We promise to obey your orders."

"Sir... Sir, the King of Egypt and the Prime Minister are here." Ramsden was anxious, and the adjutant came in to inform the shocking news.

The three of them were stunned: "What are they doing?"

Although he looked down on the Egyptians, the king and prime minister came and at least went out to greet him from the point of etiquette.

"This... General Ramsden, all the generals, Your Majesty is deeply uneasy about it when he heard that the German army had surrounded the city. He came to inspect the city defense situation." Egyptian Prime Minister Hassan Sabre spoke first, "I heard that General Alexander, the highest commander of your country's Middle East War Zone, has retreated?"

Ramsden looked at them vigilantly, without saying anything, and he was inconvenient to admit or deny the news. He still had a little respect for the Egyptian Prime Minister, but he had no favoritism for Farouk I, the big fat man. He knew about the king's "glorious deeds" within a few days after he came.

He casually said something about defense and military strength, and wanted to send the Egyptians to leave perfunctorily, but he didn't expect that the fat man listened very seriously and walked several steps forward, and was very close to Ramsden at once.

Want to assassinate?

Ramsden's heart tightened, and he was about to distance himself again, but he didn't expect that the fat king fell to his knees in front of him and hugged Ramsden's thighs with his chubby hands and started crying: "General, General Ramsden! You save the people of Cairo... You must not fight. Cairo is a historical city, and there are more than 300,000 ordinary people in it... I didn't instruct him to do what Harry Mahill did, please spare me..."

If he usually meets such a 300-pound fat man holding him on the street, Ramsden kicks over with his legs, but after all, he is the king of Egypt. He looks down on others and has to save face. So he persuades him kindly while trying to help him up. However, the fat man is too fat, and Ramsden can't help him alone. Moshead and Freiberg hurried over to help. The three of them pulled and pulled, and finally helped the pile of 300-pound meat up. Ramsden only felt sweaty on his back and disgusting his hands.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister, I will seriously consider your request. We will not make things difficult for most Egyptian people, nor will we destroy Cairo. Harry Mahir's behavior only represents himself and has nothing to do with Your Majesty. Please be relieved. Now, please come back and hide in the palace as much as possible, and there is safety there."

On the way back, Farouk I said to Sabri proudly: "How is it? I performed pretty well just now. If the teacher hadn't written a letter to ask me to do this, if someone else dared to open this, he would have drowned him with a spit."

"Of course... Your Majesty did not do it to succeed? The old minister's fortune and life are all on His Majesty."
Chapter completed!