The Twilight of Empire: Starting from Dunkirk

Lin Rui had transmigrated, finding himself transformed into Lord Arthur Sterling—a notorious, cowardly British aristocratic officer on the French front in 1940. Bad news: It was the eve of the Dunkirk evacuation; the British army was in complete disarray, and he was surrounded by a German armored division in Azhebrew, certain to die. Good news: He hadn't ended up in the Italian army, getting beaten up by natives in North Africa. Even better news: his mind had been loaded with a God's-eye view (RTS) of the battlefield. "I have no loyalty to the British Empire, no respect for George VI," Arthur, or rather Lin Rui, straightened his tie, his eyes cold as he stared at the map covered in dense red enemy markings. "I just don't want to die in the French mire. If the price of survival is sending these Germans to hell, or ousting that arrogant Montgomery… then I'll have no choice but to comply." Facing the German armored onslaught, he straightened his tie and raised his cane. "There's an old saying in my hometown, 'Manners make a man,' Hans, do you know that?" And so, from Azheim to El Alamein, from Normandy to Berlin, he commanded the most brutal war with the most elegant demeanor. "Tank, adjust three degrees to the left; Jerry's ammunition rack is there." "Gentlemen, fix bayonets. Afternoon tea time." Tags: British setting/Tactical micromanagement/Dark themes/Pseudo-gentleman/Imperial Elegy