The Afterglow Of Empire: From Dunkirk

Lin Rui traveled through time and found that he had become Lord Arthur Stirling, a notorious aristocratic officer of the British army who was on the French battlefield in 1940. Bad news: This was the eve of the Dunkirk evacuation. The British army was defeated across the board. He was surrounded by the German armored divisions in Azhaybruck and was destined to die. Good news: I didn’t dress up as an Italian army and go to North Africa and get beaten up by the natives. Even better news: His mind is loaded with a God's-eye view (RTS) of the battlefield. "I have no loyalty to the British Empire, and I have no respect for George VI." Arthur, or Lin Rui, straightened his tie and looked at the dense red enemy logos on the map with cold eyes. "I just don't want to die in the mud of France. If the price of living is sending these Germans to hell, or kicking that arrogant Montgomery from power...then I have no choice but to do it." Facing the steel torrent of the German army, he straightened his tie and raised his cane. “There is an old saying in my hometown, ‘Grace makes the man’, Hans, do you know that?” So, from Azhaybruck to Alamein, from Normandy to Berlin. He commanded the most brutal war with the most elegant gesture. "Turn the tank three degrees to the left, where Jerry's ammunition rack is." "Gentlemen, fix your bayonets. It's tea time."
Tags: Penetration of Britain/Tactical Micromanipulation/Dark Direction/Pseudo Gentleman/Empire Elegy