Great Britain -- Defenses; Imaginary wars and battles
It was now also known that, in addition to the various corps who had
effected a landing, the German Guards had, by a sudden swoop into the
Wash, got ashore at King's Lynn, seized the town, and united their
forces with Von Kleppen's corps, who, having landed at Weybourne, were
now spread right across Norfolk. This picked corps of Guards was under
the command of that distinguished officer, the Duke of Mannheim, while
the infantry divisions were under Lieutenant-Generals von Castein and
Von Der Decken.
The landing at King's Lynn on Sunday morning had been quite a simple
affair. There was nothing whatever to repel them, and they disembarked
on the quays and in the docks, watched by the astonished populace. All
provisions were seized at shops, while headquarters were established at
the municipal buildings, and the German flag hoisted upon the old
church, the tower of which was at once used as a signal station.
Old-fashioned people of Lynn peered out of their quiet respectable
houses in King Street in utter amazement; but soon, when the German
proclamation was posted, the terrible truth was plain.
In half an hour, even before they could realise it, they had been
transferred from the protection of the British flag to the militarism of
the German.
Ere sundown on Sunday, stalwart grey-coated sentries of the Guards
Fusiliers from Potsdam, and the Grenadiers from Berlin were holding the
roads at Gayton, East Walton, Narborough, Markham, Fincham, Stradsett,
and Stow Bardolph. Therefore on Sunday night, from Spalding on the east,
Peterborough, Chatteris, Littleport, Thetford, Diss, and Halesworth,
were faced by a huge cavalry screen protecting the landing and repose of
the great German Army behind it.
Slowly but carefully the enemy were maturing their plans for the defeat
of our defenders and the sack of London.
CHAPTER VII.
DESPERATE FIGHTING IN ESSEX.
London was at a standstill. Trade was entirely stopped. Shopkeepers
feared to open their doors on account of the fierce, hungry mobs
parading the street. Orators were haranguing the crowds in almost every
open space. The police were either powerless, or feared to come into
collision with the assembled populace. Terror and blank despair were
everywhere.
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