"I heard it right, is this really what your head of state means?" Ramsden asked in confusion.

"Yes, otherwise Marshal Guderian would not dare to issue such an order."

"Marson? Has he become Marshal?"

"The promotion order just issued today, the formal award meeting was waiting for a while. Because of General Guderian's outstanding contribution in the North African battle, the head of state has been promoted to marshal." The envoy raised his head arrogantly and said in an unquestionable tone, "He used 100,000 to beat 300,000, not only won, but also captured 100,000 prisoners... If a general of your country also had such achievements, would Mr. Churchill be awarded him a title of marshal? Of course, General Alexander will not think about it in his life. I have never seen him make any outstanding contributions, and I dare not even show his face..."

As soon as he heard the other party mocking Alexander, the arrogance of the British trio dimmed. The facts were obvious that the envoy had entered and left Cairo several times, and had never seen the legendary supreme commander of the Middle East War Zone. Every time he asked for a meeting, he refused by Ramsden. Combined with the secret message from the Egyptians in the city, it was easy to conclude that Alexander had escaped.

"I can reveal to you another fact that the Head of State made this decision was unanimously opposed by the three marshals Kesselin, Rommel and Guderian, who believed that the enemy could not be entrusted. However, the Head of State's admiration for Egyptian historical civilization and concern for the Cairo people made him make this decision that was not accepted in military terms."

"So we should thank your army?" Moshead's face turned pale. "If you don't agree, come and fight. I won't go anywhere, just wait for you in Cairo."

"This is a sad book of Medton. The ceasefire time is extended to 8 a.m. tomorrow. If your army refuses to accept the corresponding conditions, our army will attack in full swing. Whether Cairo and your army are completely destroyed depends on the general's thoughts." The envoy handed the ultimatum to Ramsden and said in a smile, "Anyway, our army in Iraq has been taken down, and the oil field is in our hands. It is meaningless for you to delay time - you will not want to stay in the city and watch us defeat the entire Persia again."

"Don't wait until 8 o'clock tomorrow, I can reply to you now..." Fleberg was furious and stepped forward and was about to scold the envoy, but was stopped by Ramsden. "Send the envoy to leave first, let us discuss it later."

Hoffman gave them an incredible plan: agree to the British army to retreat and allow them to retreat quickly to Aswan by railway, but people can retreat, but equipment cannot be retreated - they are only allowed to leave with personal belongings and light weapons, and all equipment and facilities of Cairo City and the troops must be left intact for Guderian, giving Ramsden a total of 8 hours of consideration.

Then Hoffman made it clear that Guderian would make a plan for siege. If Ramsden disagreed or tried to delay time, the Air Force would dispatch 8 hours later, the artillery would open fire and prepare for a strong attack.

"What if the other party agrees? This means that you let go of more than 30,000 British troops who have been tested for war and have a deep hatred for us..." Although Kesseling reluctantly allowed the order to be passed on to Goodrian, he still expressed strong dissatisfaction in front of Hoffman.

"Are you afraid of 30,000 troops with only light weapons?"

"Of course I'm not afraid now, but the Americans will soon arm them. Head of State, don't forget the story of Dunkirk. We let 300,000 British people run away because of our own losses. They abandoned almost all heavy equipment at the beginning, but later..."

"I still remember Dunkirk's incident. If it weren't for Gorene's stupid pig..." Hoffman could not explain Hitler's mistakes, so he simply put the blame on Gorene. Anyway, the dead would not argue. "But this time it's different. Do you think they can retreat safely and then re-arm them against us?"

"You mean..." Keseling seemed to understand a little, "First pretend to let them go, and then you can take the opportunity in the middle..."

"No! No no!" Hoffman shook his head like a rattle. "Albert, you misunderstood me. We cannot do this. It is too harmful to our reputation. Doing so will only lead to one consequence-the British will never believe the promise of surrender again, and they will fight to the end."

"Do you just let them go..." Kesselin still looked unwilling.

"Not only let them go, but even the wounded, colonial officials and all those who are willing to go with the British can let them go. Only when the pro-British faction is gone can the pro-German faction control the overall situation of Egypt." Hoffman waved his hand proudly, "You are right before. Those supplies and equipment are the most insignificant things for the Americans and can be produced in less than 3 days, but..."

Hoffman dragged his voice: "You have to have the opportunity to be armed when you produce it. You can look at the map. How can Americans deliver supplies and equipment? In this ghost place in East Africa, there are not many roads, do you rely on airplanes? Do you rely on trains? You can only rely on boats!"

"I want to control the Indian Ocean and force Americans to keep stuffing warships and ships into the Indian Ocean to die - unless Roosevelt and Churchill don't want these troops, they must come over - and there is another way that the enemy will walk from East Africa to South Africa with their legs, let alone whether they have the ability to walk back. Even if they can, they are willing to go back so shameless?" Hoffman smiled. "North Africa and the Middle East have lost so many troops, and the Indian Ocean and the Horn of Africa have lost many troops. How many well-trained troops can they lose? People are the most expensive products in the world. It only takes a few minutes to produce a cannon, but it takes 20 years to produce a soldier who can control artillery. In particular, these two are the Dominion Division. As long as Churchill has a little political mind, they cannot lose it."

Keselin thought carefully. Although he felt that the head of state's words were almost whimsical, it made sense to analyze it: after letting these two divisions go, the British and American troops in East Africa were nearly 4 divisions - 2 divisions from Australia and New Zealand. The troops commanded by Alexander that fled from Egypt in advance and then quickly destroyed the column and landed in the surviving troops. Not to mention that there are many wounded people, it is not easy to maintain supplies and ensure the supply of materials, and the Americans must be exhausted. To use the head of state's words, this is a new form of siege to attack aid.

"I agree to your request, but I have three conditions: First, our army retreats in batches, and all those willing to follow us, whether they belong to the troops or not, will arrive safely and hand over a batch of equipment; Second, the means of retreating transportation will be coordinated by your army, and you must ensure that no attacks will be carried out during the retreat - there must be a personal signature of Marshal Guderian; Third, after our army retreats to Aswan, your army will not be allowed to attack within 10 days until our army retreats into Ethiopia."

"It's all a matter of details and is acceptable."

At 7:00 a.m., Ramsden stood up to the opposition and agreed to the ultimatum proposed by the German army on behalf of Cairo, and quickly arranged for a retreat. The first batch of retreating troops were wounded soldiers, expatriates and family members in various hospitals. The Australian and New Zealand armies only retreated and one regiment was escorted to the guards with the car.

Guderian, Mahir and all Cairos watched the British leave coldly, and Cairo's city became a sea of ​​joy, and the large Egyptian flag and the 100-character flag began to flutter - the days when the British colonists rode on the heads of the Egyptian people were finally gone forever.

The entire operation was called the "Ramsden Great Retreat" in later generations. Although it caused a lot of controversy, Ramsden has made the best efforts to save his life and honor. No individual who is not prejudiced dares to erase his achievements.

Goebbels immediately seized the opportunity to promote:... "Ramsden's Great Retreat" is a vivid portrayal of Germany's implementation of the Arab National Liberation Declaration, which fully demonstrates the head of state's respect for Egyptian culture and history, and his love and care for the Egyptian people. He would rather let the enemy army with deep hatred with us than destroy the ancient city of Cairo. The sacrifice and patience of the German soldiers quickly won the friendship and recognition of the Egyptian people. The leaders of the new Middle Eastern countries sent congratulatory messages to congratulate Egypt on its complete independence! They are sure that the Arab nation and the German nation can write an unprecedented new chapter in history on the basis of win-win cooperation. The head of state said that we will definitely liberate Persia and all the Asian, African and Latin peoples who groan under the tyrannical colonial rule of Britain and the United States, and account for the vast majority of the world's population!

On the evening of January 4, there was still the last regiment left in Cairo. Ramsden had Moshead and Fleberg led his troops to retreat a few days ago, but he held on until the last moment. The entire retreat was orderly, and the German army completely followed the promise without any opportunity to attack.

"General Ramsden, there is a very unfortunate news that needs to be notified."

"Hmph, I knew you wouldn't keep your promise, come on." Ramsden sneered, "Although we have one group left, we have as much courage and determination as ever."

"You..." The envoy opened his mouth and finally said slowly, "You are wrong. Our army has no intention to tear up the agreement. The troops can retreat on time. I am just ordered to notify you that I just received the news that two hours ago, the commander of the Eighth Army of your country, Lieutenant General Bernard Montgomery, committed suicide and died in the country, leaving a suicide note. He is now in Tobrook. The head of state has instructed him to use a special plane to transport his coffin to Cairo. He will arrive in about 2 hours. If you want to go to mourn, we will give you convenience. After the mourning is over, we will send a train or plane to arrange for you to retreat..."

"Ah!" When he heard this news, Ramsden was stunned as if he was struck by lightning. Tears could not help but surged out of the tough guy's eyes. All the soldiers who had not retreated were crying - they benefited too much from Montgomery.

Ramsden settled the retreat of the last batch of troops, refused everyone's persuasion, and firmly said: "I'll go with you, I'm going to send him the last journey."
Chapter completed!