Battle of the Third Reich

Sitting on the still-tide brick pile, Pete Lautie played Browning 1910 in the dark, the only souvenir left by his grandfather.

"Hi, Lautila, do you say that the Germans will come tonight? I always feel something is wrong, as if something is going to happen." It was Wilman Thorne, who has been following since he was five years old. Pete was a gangster on the street. He had worked with thieves, casino dealers, and black market brokers, but he had never been able to confuse him. He was a bad luck guy.

"We'll wait another half an hour, and that's what it says. The Germans are very time-honoring. Hush! You hear, a plane is coming, and signal quickly." Lauti jumped off the brick pile and ran to the open space in the wall, It was originally a warehouse of the Dutch Chamber of Commerce. It was shoveled to the ground by the city government two months ago. They seemed to want to dig an air-raid shelter here, but because the community members opposed it, the project could not be completed, and the result has been abandoned to the present.

"You go to the pile, I'll order two piles here." Lautie shouted loudly, and he took out the lighter and ignited the wood pile that had been soaked with fuel. Three piles of campfires were arranged in a zigzag pattern on the open ground. This was an airborne signal negotiated with the Germans. During the agreed time period, as long as the ground fire on the ground was lit in the air, it showed that someone below responded, and the Germans would be at ease. 'S airdrop operation aimed at the fire.

Just as Lautie and Thorne were excitedly waiting for the German to come, suddenly a series of shouts rang outside the fence.

"There is firelight over there!"

"Who is there?"

"Someone is signaling the ignition!"

"Ah... be careful, they have guns, I am shot."

Then there were gunshots falling on the street.

"Come on, Pete, there is a team of Scotsmen outside. We can't hold on for long." The companion who stood outside yelled at his partner at the exit of the fence.

"The Germans have already started airdropping. We can't leave them alone." Lauti ran toward the exit with his pistol.

"Oh shit, I knew something was going to happen tonight." Thorne stomped. Draw a Belgian s runner from the back waist and follow Lautie towards the exit.

"What's going on, why haven't the people outside issued an alarm."

Lautie turned and asked his companion, who was shrinking from the corner. Then he raised his hand and shot a few shots at the black shadows on the corner across the street. Then I saw a muzzle flame on the opposite side, and the cement lamppost beside the door was hit by fire and debris flying.

"I don't know. At first, we thought that the policemen didn't dare to turn around at night. Unexpectedly, they would meet the army. The cowards on the periphery must be afraid to expose themselves and throw us away."

"I've said that I can't believe the group of prostitutes. Now you have nothing to say, if we can go back alive this time. I'll cut off the **** of Kim's dead fat man." Lautie retracted. After the doorpost, I replaced myself with a new magazine. He held his gun and settled, then turned sideways and fired at the opposite soldier, and within a few seconds he shot the magazine empty.

"Damn, I was hit, save me."

"Ah, they killed the sergeant, they killed the sergeant!"

A panic of exclamation came from across. These soldiers were unobstructed on the streets and could only crouch on the corners of the streets to seek concealment. Although carrying a standard rifle. But in such close combat with short soldiers, the weapons in the hands of the resistance are obviously more advantageous.

"Pitcher grenades, pitcher grenades." Finally, some soldiers thought they were still carrying this weapon. This made Lauty cold, and he quickly called his companions to pay attention to concealment.

At this moment, suddenly a series of strange sounds came into the air, and then Lautti's eyes glanced at the sidewalk across the street with a dazzling spark. The young Englishman hurriedly looked up and saw that a blue-gray umbrella flower above the head was slowly descending, a black figure hanging under the umbrella, the weapon in his hand continuously spit out a long tongue of fire, and the white muzzle flame thorn Eyes swell.

The parachute landed right on the street next to the gate, and the paratrooper did not untie the parachute. Instead, he continued to shoot the weapon at the corner of the street, and the fire reflected it. Lautie saw the satisfied smile on the other person's face.

"This is a bloodthirsty madman." This was the first impression the German paratrooper left on the British.

After confirming that there were no more targets worth shooting, the paratroopers released mg34's trigger. The tall German man had never loosened the handle of the machine gun, hung the murder weapon on the side of the body, and then began to pull the buckle of the umbrella strap to remove the umbrella.

"Hey, please, do you speak English?" Lautie asked carefully, trying his best to make his tone more gentle. Know that the guy on the opposite side turned a whole group of Scotsmen into a dozen seconds. Rotten meat.

"You are the Liberation Army of England. If you were to start fighting underneath, I thought it was a trap." The paratroopers rolled the parachute into a ball and stuffed it into the hands of a member of the Liberation Army standing on the side.

"Take care of this thing, very good silk, you can take it back and make your wife a shirt." The paratroopers are fluent in English.

"I, I don't have a wife."

"Then give it to your girlfriend, who is responsible here."

"It's me, sir, Pete Lauty Jr."

"Sergeant German Army, Lyman Wolfe, nice to meet you."

"Good luck." Lautie reached out with some hesitation, and was grasped tightly by the other's big hand, and then the British smiled happily.

"How many people have you come, we don't know if the Scotsmen have issued an alarm, maybe there is already a regiment of Scots who are going here."

"Wait a moment, our airdrop is fast. I was the last one to leave the cabin. The others should be in that direction. Look, there will be one." Sergeant Wolff waved his hand toward the other side of the road, only one was seen. The figure trot towards here.

"Hello, Sergeant Sorry, I'm sorry, I'll take one step first." Wolfe greeted him and patted his arm.

"Damn, what's going on here. I see you shooting at the ground."

"Our British friend has encountered some minor troubles, which is now resolved, right. Did you see the captain?"

"Where should there be, these are our friends in England? Fortunately. I'm Sergeant Major Hafugen." The Sergeant Major hung the mp40 across his chest and reached out to Lautie, who was clearly the leader.

"Fortunately, Pete Lauty Jr." Lauti quickly shook the other hand's hand.

At the suggestion of Hafugen and Wolff, the members of the English Liberation Army began to re-arrange the defensive posts on the periphery. Instead of stopping the enemy, they only needed to provide the first warning. Two German paratroopers were alert on both sides of the street, waiting for their colleagues to come to meet.

Due to the height of the airdrop, the paratroopers are not too far apart. It took five or six minutes before and after a seven-person parachute squadron all gathered together.

"This is the person in charge of us, Pete Lauty Jr." Wolff introduced to his commander.

"Fortunately, Mr. Lautie, the German Army captain Caorich." Hanging the paratrooper helmet behind his waist, the handsome German captain put on his battlefield soft hat, and the silver eagle emblem on the wall of the hat shone under the fire. Light.

"Fortunately, Captain, if you can, please leave this place with us immediately." Lauti was already anxious. The appearance of this team of Scotsmen should be an accident, but who can guarantee that no one will leak the news, after all, this organization was established within three days. The members inside are uneven, and who knows if they will get into one or two sittings in Scotland.

"No problem, we can start at any time." Caorich raised his wrist and looked at the time, then nodded at his men, and the signal soldiers erected the whip antenna on the radio and sent it in Morse code. Signal of safe arrival.

Just as the German special unit airborne to London, a sorrowful mist in the British Empire's wartime cabinet command post was like it was before the arrival of the Judgment Day. Their prime minister has gone crazy, and everyone is aware of the problem, but no one dares to point out this fact publicly. Churchill's thinking was disordered. He began to be unable to distinguish between reality and what came from his own imagination. He has confused hallucinations with reality. Someone saw him giving a passionate speech at the empty conference table.

"We haven't failed yet, we won't fail. Yes. Do you know why? Hastings." Churchill's mouth was stuffed with burnt bacon, and the grease ran down the corner of the mouth. He hadn't cleaned his appearance for several days, and his chin was full of short white stubble. The skin of his cheeks was sagging and sagging, and his eye sockets were collapsing. In his once calm and wise eyes, only flickering fear and madness remained.

"He's scared, he's scared, this man finally feels scared." Ismay felt an inexplicable pleasure. As a friend, he shouldn't have had such a reaction, but he didn't know why, he just felt happy.

"I don't know, Winston." Ismay didn't dare to show his true emotions. At this time, he could only follow the man's thoughts. This is the safest flow of conversation. The Colonel’s staff was wrongly saying that he is now fighting soldiers in a German soldier’s uniform on the outskirts of London.

"Because we have the trump card, do we know the trump card? Hastings." Churchill took a sip of whiskey and swallowed the cured meat in his mouth.

"Our reinforcements are coming soon. We only have to stick to it for a week, and everything will change in a week. At that time, I will let those traitors, speculators and their running dogs drown in their own pool of blood."

"Reinforcement? I don't know we still have reinforcements, Winston." Ismay lowered his head and cut his potato steak carefully.

"Americans, their weapons will arrive in the UK in a week. They also agreed to sell us a thousand p40 fighter jets, all of which are the latest models. Douding assured me that this aircraft can easily defeat the German Mei. Seschmidt." Churchill chewed the poached egg proudly, squeezing bloodshot eyes into Ismey's playful.

"A thousand fighter jets? That's a big deal." Ismay knew that the other party was thinking about it again and again. Where did the Americans sell so many planes to Britain, and their own air fleet equipment was shabby.

"Of course, we still have 4 billion pounds of investment and real estate in the Americas, enough to buy the entire US Air Force. We also have to buy tanks, warships, we have to order battleships, they will definitely be interested in this than the deal, those Americans There is only money in people's eyes." Churchill took the napkin rudely and wiped the oil on the corners of his mouth, and then reached out to tear a leg from the roast chicken on the table.

"General Gertz is forming a reserve army in Birmingham. He will soon be able to gather a large army of 200,000 people. As long as we can attract the Germans outside the city of London, he can launch a sudden attack behind the enemy's side. At that time, we should cooperate with each other inside and outside, and annihilate the German Landing Corps under the city of London in one fell swoop. That will be another Verdun and Waterloo, a turning point for the fate of Britain. When our relatives on the other side intervene in this war, the Germans It must be like the last time, and eventually I can only obediently roll back to their black forest. I want to let the golden-haired boy kneel on the steps of No. 10 Downing Street to pray for my forgiveness." Churchill gave an exuberant speech. Not caring about the flesh in his mouth sprayed onto Ismay's dinner plate, Mr. Consultant stayed for a while, then put down the knife and fork, indicating that he had finished the meal.

At this time the door knocking sounded, and then a staff member walked into the house with a document. "Mr. Prime Minister, this is the report just received by the Admiralty. General Phillips said that he must let you know the news immediately."

"Really?" Churchill took the napkin and wiped his hands covered with grease, and then took the telegram.

"Ha!" Churchill suddenly laughed when he saw half of it.

"I know you don't believe what I said, you all think I'm crazy." Churchill stood up and walked back and forth in the restaurant with his hands.

"This...is the turning point I've been waiting for." Churchill repeatedly read the report excitedly.

"The Germans intercepted a British transport fleet and sank two of them. One of the ships carried the American volunteers we recruited. Two hundred Americans died in the hands of the German navy. The United States is about to enter the war , Hastings! The Americans are about to go to war." Churchill snapped the telegram in front of Ismay.

Continue to ask for the monthly ticket. There are still three days before the end of the year. After reading this chapter, please vote and recommend it. With the support of everyone, I will fight to the end. Thank you all for your encouragement and support. (To be continued.)