"Marshal, the 1st Army Corps and 2nd Army Corps have already gained absolute superiority in the fighting around Canterbury. The main force of the British Army has been crushed by us in battle. Large numbers of British troops, utterly devoid of fighting spirit, have even surrendered to us in organized units. At this rate, it will not be long before we wipe out all the British forces gathered around Canterbury," said Lieutenant General Ludendorff, acting commander of the 8th Army Corps.
Field Marshal Falkenhayn nodded. The battle situation was developing in a direction extremely favorable to the German military, which satisfied him greatly. As long as the German military could win this great battle, victory in the war on the British mainland would be one step closer.
"What if the British continue pouring troops into Canterbury? Don't forget, they still have more than a million soldiers in London and the surrounding areas," said Field Marshal Falkenhayn.
"Yes, Your Excellency. The British have an absolute advantage in troop numbers. If they keep sending reinforcements, it will make the battle more troublesome. But it will only be troublesome. At most, we will spend a little more time and pay a somewhat greater price, but we can still win this battle." Lieutenant General Ludendorff was extremely confident of victory.
Field Marshal Falkenhayn was equally confident.
"General Ludendorff, you and the soldiers under your command must be unable to hold yourselves back any longer, eh?" Field Marshal Falkenhayn asked.
Lieutenant General Ludendorff smiled and nodded. "Yes, Marshal. The various frontline units are winning victories, while we can only stand by and watch. That feeling is truly hard to bear. Besides, I also believe the 8th Army Corps can take the field now."
"Oh? What do you intend to do?" Field Marshal Falkenhayn asked.
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