Afterglow of an Empire: Starting from Dunkirk

Lin Rui had time-traveled, and found himself transformed into Lord Arthur Stirling — a notorious, cowardly British aristocratic officer on the 1940 French battlefield. The bad news: it was on the eve of the Dunkirk evacuation, the British army was in full retreat, and he was surrounded by German panzer divisions in Hazebrouck, with no hope of survival. The good news: he hadn't ended up as an Italian soldier getting beaten by natives in North Africa. Even better news: his mind had loaded a god's-eye view (RTS) that could overlook the battlefield. "I have no loyalty to the British Empire, no respect for George VI." Arthur — or rather Lin Rui — adjusted his tie, his gaze cold as he stared at the dense cluster of red enemy markers on the map. "I just don't want to die in the mud of France. If the price of survival is sending these Jerries to hell, or kicking that arrogant Montgomery off his pedestal… then I suppose I'll have to reluctantly oblige." Facing the steel tide of the German army, he straightened his tie and raised his walking cane. "There's an old saying in my hometown: 'Manners make the man.' Hans, have you heard it?" And so, from Hazebrouck to El Alamein, from Normandy to Berlin. He conducted the most brutal war with the most elegant bearing. "Tank, adjust three degrees left — there's a Jerry ammo rack." "Gentlemen, fix bayonets. It's teatime."