Battle of the Third Reich

Thomas Anton Pittman is a good guy, and everyone who knows this handsome 17-year-old boy will make such a comment. :. Enthusiasm, friendliness, generosity, helpfulness, courage, self-confidence, self-discipline, and piety, all the excellent qualities that people expect to see in their children can be found in this boy.

Three days ago, Pittman just had his 17th birthday. Although there was only one wheat bran cake without cream at the birthday celebration due to the war, the taste was still delicious, but there was a group of close friends celebrating together On his birthday, Pittman felt extremely satisfied and happy.

Now, the handsome brown-haired boy is carrying a picnic basket along the narrow iron spiral staircase to the top of the clock tower in the main teaching building.

Pittman is a twelfth grader at the Royal Military School of the Duke of York. He could have graduated from the school in another year, but in view of the current situation, the graduation ceremony must be postponed.

When the news of Dunkirk's disastrous defeat came back to China, the rumor that the German team was about to land began to spread frantically in the society. In order to calm the concerns of parents, the government also considered the safety of the next generation. Boarding schools of all sizes stop teaching, and students are forbidden to stay in the school to avoid group damage caused by air raids or other reasons, which puts pressure on the government and the army that have already been burned.

According to regulations, the Royal Military School of the Duke of York should be included in the list of boarding schools that must be suspended. However, due to the particularity of this school, it was not closed. Teaching activities continued until the beginning of August. After the Luftwaffe completely mastered the air control in the southern coastal area of ​​the United Kingdom, the school was helplessly closed and the last batch of students was withdrawn. Go to the countryside of northern England.

The main reason this school can be so special is that it has a strong military background. At that time, the Royal Military School of the Duke of York was actually a school for children of the army. The students in this school are mostly descendants of active officers and non-commissioned officers in the British Army, and have the title of landing officer cradle. This school undertakes the studies of these military children from elementary school to high school. Those with good graduates can continue to apply for the Royal Military Academy of Sandhurst, and eventually become a professional officer.

Due to the background of these students, the school decided to continue the course. Because many students’ fathers are serving in the military, they simply cannot take care of the children who are sent home. Instead of letting these military children be socially displaced, it is better to stay in the school and be taken care of by the government and the school.

After the Battle of Dunkirk, some students with good family conditions were taken back by their relatives. However, a large number of students were left behind. Some of the children’s identities have been transferred to the children of the fallen soldiers. The parents of some of the other children have entered the prison camp on the other side. These children have nowhere to go to school.

Sending these children who have undergone long-term preparatory military education to the society is an intolerable waste in the eyes of the school, so after negotiations with the upper military, this school received the support of the local garrison in Dover The students were able to stay overnight in the school and enjoy the military ratio of soldiers. While studying normal courses, while receiving military training.

However, with the victory of the Luftwaffe, the Royal Military School of the Duke of York finally ushered in the end of the day, the teaching work was all stopped, the lower grade students were forced to evacuate to various rural villages, and the government unified arrangements for life and education.

However, there are still a group of students staying, about 30 people, all of whom are senior students close to graduation, most of them are 16 to 17 years old. Already close to adulthood, far exceeding the government's age limit for evacuating students.

Many of them have been left alone, and there is no place for them to trust other than school, although they have reached the age of service. However, the Army’s recruitment process has ceased, and it is said to have to wait until late September.

These students applied to the school to stay and guard the school. They applied for the establishment of the Student Self-Defense Force of the Royal Military School of the Duke of York, equipped with teaching weapons in the school, and guarded the school premises and property. At critical moments, it can also provide some help to the Dover Garrison.

After a period of consideration, the school finally agreed to the requirements of these students. After all, this campus is huge and has a lot of valuable teaching materials and equipment. It really needs enough manpower to maintain and guard.

Thomas Anton Pittman became a member of the Student Self-Defense Force. His father was an army major, joined the British Expeditionary Force, and finally surrendered and captured in Dunkirk. His mother had been in his childhood. Already ill, he spent his childhood in his father’s barracks, and all his family’s relatives moved overseas after World War I. Before that, he could still rely on some of his father’s business investment profits to complete his education, but wait until his father was captured. In the future, those business partners lost contact with each other, and the payment of military supplies was stopped. Now he can only rely on his previous savings.

The formation of the Student Self-Defense Force gave him new hope, because he could get military rations and financial aid from some schools, which really reduced the heavy burden on him, and he was very satisfied with his current life.

Now he is preparing to take over with his companions. This tower is the tallest building within a five-kilometer radius, so the military proposed that the school send people to watch the tower 24 hours, mainly to alert the German army to drop paratroopers and spies. The school also pulled a telephone line specifically for the clock tower. Once something special is found, the watchman can notify the student self-defense team to go to the telephone through the tower to check.

Pittman climbed slowly with a heavy picnic basket. It was dinner and supper for him and his companions in the basket. They were going to be on duty from 4 pm to midnight. This work seemed easy, but it was not very easy. The two boys squatted in a narrow attic of only four square meters, with the night breeze blowing for hours. If there was no food to bear, it would not be able to sustain it anyway.

When Pittman climbed the last few escalators, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and some viscous red liquid was slowly flowing down the exit of the spiral staircase, flowing down the wall onto the iron carved tread.

"Tommy, Tommy, did you hear me speak?" Pittman yelled loudly at the exit, but there was no response from his companion. At this time he had smelled the **** smell in the air.

"Tommy, what happened." Pittman ran a few steps quickly and rushed up the clock tower's attic. In a hurry, he didn't notice that the thick red liquid had filled the iron steps of the top level. The sticky steps made him lose his balance when he entered the door. When he responded, he found himself lying in his companion's pool of blood.

Tommy Shepard is dead. The 17-year-old boy who weighed 150 pounds was once the main player of the school team. He is the most popular star among girls, handsome, cheerful and muscular. Now the face that once fascinated a group of girls has turned gray due to rapid blood loss. His eyes opened slightly, and the godless pupil stared at the roof, his mouth wide open, and the corners of his mouth were covered with foam and blood bubbles, and his chin was dyed black and red.

He pressed his hand tightly on his neck, and the other hand lay flat on the side. His chest was soaked with blood, and a large pool of blood was flowing on the floor, occupying almost half of the small attic. The other half of the floor was covered with **** handprints and shoe prints. As well as all kinds of **** scratches, this boy was obviously very painful when he died. He struggled in this attic for a long time.

Pittman slowly climbed up, carefully approaching the body of his companion. He had received some medical training and visited the school’s collection of human specimens. He thought he was prepared for blood and death, but he really faced these. , Especially when facing friends who have been with him all day and night, he found that his preparation was not enough.

Pittman slowly moved to his friend's side. He carefully removed the friend's hand on the neck and immediately saw the cause of the friend's death. Tommy had a huge hole in his neck, and he could almost see the throat and arteries inside. The wound was terrible. Half of the neck was torn apart by cruelty. The average person should have been killed on the spot, but looking at the traces on the floor in the attic, the kind of strong survival that Tommy showed at the time was impressive.

Pittman did not know how this wound was caused, because he had never seen a similar scar. It looks like a gunshot wound, but who is going to shoot at the tower of a school.

At this time he suddenly heard a roar of engines in the distance, and it seemed that a team was driving from nearby. Pittman quickly stood up and ran to the fence of the attic. He grabbed the handrail and looked down. He saw a thick bush covered the road, covered with green wild grass, and dozens of gray-painted armored vehicles lined up. The inverted V-shaped formation rushed towards the school.

Pittman likes to read military technology journals most of the week, and he recognized the model of the vehicle in front of him at a glance. "The German 251 armored personnel carrier, the Germans are attacking the school?" Pittman was stunned by what he saw in front of him. He even began to wonder if he had hallucinations. He really did not understand how the Germans appeared in the scene. Here, has Dover lost ground?

After a few seconds, Pittman believed that what he saw was true. All previous questions could be answered from here. It was the Germans who shot Tommy because they are now shooting themselves. The machine guns on the German armored vehicles began to shoot at the tallest building. Obviously the German soldiers had seen the silhouettes of the towers. Dense bullets covered the tiny loft in an instant. The two-finger thick oak siding could not withstand the shooting of machine gun bullets at all. The splashed wood chips and flying bullets swept from one side of the loft to the other like a storm. Pittman held his head in his hands and knelt beside the phone where he screamed loudly. Two heavy 7.9mm pointed bullets ripped the heavy magnet phone in half in front of him.

Pittman screamed in the rain of the bomb and desperately shrunk himself into a ball. He now had a blank brain in his brain. He only hoped that this terrible shooting would stop so that he could escape this terrible hell.

"Fire blocked the commanding heights, what did the sniper do, didn't it mean the target was cleared?" Zeissler stood on his command vehicle, holding a telescope in his hand to check the situation on the battlefield.

As the paratroopers told him, the local guards were just a group of students who had not yet graduated. A row of four armored vehicles broke through a 100-meter open field without any resistance. The opponent did not expect to be attacked by the German squad, and even the sentry did not arrange it. This was a satisfactory start for the initial battle of the armored grenadier.

"The second row also rushed in, without resistance, and they had reached the predetermined position." Chief Sergeant stared at the movement of the second row with his binoculars. He saw the signal soldier standing on the most armored personnel carrier begin to wave a white flag at him.

"The company is advancing and the three rows are keeping up." Zeissler lowered the telescope and waved at another company's 250 half-tracked vehicle. The remaining seven armored vehicles in the company were arranged in two rows. Start moving towards the campus.

Zeissler left the third row next to the second row. Two of the four 251 semi-tracked armored vehicles were heavily armed models, one with an 82-mm mortar and the other with a 37. Mm anti-tank gun. The task of the second and third rows is to block the horizontal main roads of the campus and cut off the passage of school personnel to escape. They need heavy firepower as support.

Waiting for the defensive position to be arranged, Zeissler led three of his company's 250 armored vehicles and rushed into the school's campus. The convoy was inserted into the school's central axis from one side of the main teaching building, while alerting one side to the other. Moving along the central axis toward the school office building at the end of the road, it was his planned meeting point with Erlian. If the troops of Erlian reached there, it would mean that the two companies had closed the school.

The rest is the boring task of suffocating. Erlian seems to have a lot of experience in this regard, and seems to be quite happy in it. So Zeissler was also happy to make room for the other party to play at will.

Just as Zeissler and his German soldiers stared nervously at the windows of the dormitory buildings on both sides, waiting for the expected attack, the company's caravan and the Student Self-Defense Force collided head-on.

Dozens of young men in blue academic uniforms carried Lee Enfield rifles in their hands and hurriedly ran out of a dormitory building. They may have heard the sound of machine guns shooting towers in front, but apparently did not understand What on earth happened.

The students made a mess of bees and ran onto the main road. When they saw the German armored car galloping from a distance, everyone stopped. They looked at the German armored car with a mouth silly. The rifle in pointed at the ground. No one seems to want to shoot at these enemies.

The German was also confused by this scene. The leading armored car stopped beside the group of students. Zeissler raised his hand and told the soldiers not to shoot. He felt that the other party seemed to be surrendering. So these German soldiers carried rifles and submachine guns in their hands. Standing in the carriage of the armored car, he looked at the British in doubt.

The students did not know whether the armored vehicle in front of them was a real German product or a counterfeit product used by the British army to exercise. It seems that these guys who pretend to be German soldiers are really very dedicated. Both the costumes and props are very realistic. Look at this military uniform and weapons, those beautiful medals. Take a look at this exquisite 35-type helmet, I really don't know where they got such a good thing like quality.

Seeing that the iron cross car emblem is really quite like that, the number on the car body is also very professional, people can't help but want to give a praise to the artist.

The students carried the rifle around. Several bold boys happily patted the smooth shell of the armored car. A few students interested in machinery had squatted down and began to study the load wheels and suspension structure under the body. Come.

"Are you in front of you shooting? Are you engaged in exercises? The Germans you played are so similar. Where did you get this military uniform?" The students were talking at Germany in the car. The person initiated an inquiry.

"This sir, you are wearing a German second lieutenant's uniform. It looks so realistic. It was captured from the Germans. You have an mp38 submachine gun in your hands. Can you show me?" A student was excited Shouted at Zeissler.

"Hey, this German armored car is genuine! There are German parts and warning signs."

"Really? Let me see, where?"

"Sir, could you please let me take a look? I will never touch it."

"Sir, your rifle looks a little new. I think it might be more realistic if it gets dusty."

Poor Zeissler is now filled with the chattering voices of British students, and he has also figured out the situation in front of him. These children simply do not believe that the German team in front of them is real, thinking that the British Army is disguised in order to act realistically. Yes, looking at this group of naive little British guys, Zeissler was a little wonder what to do with it.

At this moment, a figure in the distance suddenly waved his arms madly, and ran to the place quickly, screaming and screaming something at the same time, and the students outside turned to look around in doubt.

"Germans! They killed Tommy, they killed Tommy, they are Germans!" Pittman was crazy in a hurry, he didn't understand why his friends didn't shoot at these Germans, he yelled Waving his arms towards them on the side.

Several students finally heard Peterman’s shouts. They panicked their faces and looked at the German armored car, but found that the German soldiers on the car had already raised their arms and pointed at themselves. The students around the armored car had already He threw down his arms and raised his hands high.

A German soldier raised his rifle and aimed at Pittman running from a distance, pulling the trigger in the students' horrified eyes. Glancing at Pittman holding his thigh on the ground, the German soldier put down his rifle and turned his face to show a simple smile to the British student by the car. (To be continued.)