Battle of the Third Reich

"In the last moment of this life, I begged God to save the British Empire, and begged him to forgive my past sins. I am by no means a traitor....≦....≦William Edmund Ironside." In the dim light of the old-fashioned electric lamp on the top of the utility room, Marshal Ironside wrote his will in his little notebook. He knew that the planners of the mutiny would never let him go. The secrets he knew were too great Too much, doomed to escape.

At this time, a tidy footstep sounded outside the door, slowly approaching along the corridor, and finally stopped at the entrance of this small room.

"It's finally here." Ironside stood up, and he threw away his pencil and tucked the notebook into the back pocket of his military pants.

The door lock sounded, the door was opened, and a guard officer wearing a field uniform stood outside the door.

"Ironside, come out." The ensign ordered loudly.

The Field Marshal stretched out the hem of his uniform, and strode out of the room with his head raised.

"I brought the order of the wartime cabinet. Your crime of treason was confirmed. Adhering to the power given by His Majesty the king, the wartime cabinet decided to deprive you of the rank and all the honor." The lieutenant tilted his head and the two soldiers Stepped forward and began to dismantle the medals and rank marks on the marshal uniform.

"You have no right to convict me without a court trial." Although Ironside had expected to be humiliated, he did not expect that the other party would do so.

Ironside stood in the hallway, letting the soldiers rudely tear off his pair of generals and badges, he had no choice to resist, he was already sixty years old, facing a team of strong guard soldiers, except for changing In addition to the more shame, it simply does not help.

"You stupid traitor. Now it's time for you to repay the crime. If you want to be more respectable, then follow us obediently." The Lieutenant of the Guards turned around. Give way to Ironside.

"You and your master will pay for what you are doing today, remember what I said." Ironside squeezed the hair that was messed up when the military cap was removed. He glanced coldly at the second lieutenant, and then followed the leading soldiers towards the end of the corridor.

Through the complicated aisle, Ironside was taken to a small garden, which was in a patio surrounded by high buildings and walls.

"I've been here, and I can see St. James's Park from the upper floor." Ironside looked around and felt the environment was good. It is a good place to end.

The Field Marshal found that he was not alone. There was a tall, smooth wall opposite the porch, and many people had stood under the wall. He could recognize most of his faces, most of whom were involved in this series of connections, including the Chief of the Army Staff, and the Navy Liaison Officer of the wartime cabinet. To the surprise of Ironside, one of them was actually There is also a German army lieutenant colonel.

The German official was clearly aware of his situation. He stood alone on the side with his head high, though his hands were tortured behind him. But still maintaining a straight military posture, he raised his chin high, his eyes staring at the guard soldiers in the opposite row of live ammunition from under the brim. The expression was full of contempt of the enemy in front of him.

"Walk over, stand against the wall, you old dog." The Lieutenant of the Guards slammed behind Ironside. He was so hard that the Field Marshal stumbled forward a few steps. fall.

Ironside finally set himself up. He turned to look at the high-spirited second lieutenant, with a trace of pity in his eyes. The stupid second lieutenant did not know that he was actually a chess piece abandoned by his master. He even thought he was proud of being reused by the master. Ironside was too aware of the tricks in it. This kind of brainless idiot is best used to kill him.

The Field Marshal shook his head. He adjusted his collar and hem and strode to the wall. Ironside turned around and stood beside the German lieutenant colonel. He turned his face and nodded to the German.

"I've seen a picture of you, Marshal Ironside. Are these people crazy? You even have to be executed." Nerndorf turned to look at the British Marshal.

"Your English is good, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel. But don't be too surprised. This is normal. In the British Empire, something weirder than this will happen." Ironside felt that in front of a German, everything To maintain the demeanor and decentness of an English official.

"Nerndorf, Your Excellency Marshal, German Army Lieutenant Colonel, I don't think this is normal at all, but I am a military envoy."

"Well, if I take back my words, this group of guys are really crazy." Ironside closed his mouth. He already felt desperate about Prince Henry's IQ. Does this guy think that it is the Middle Ages now? Also delusional to become king.

"According to the power conferred by His Majesty the King, the Prime Minister of the Cabinet signed the death penalty order against you. This is the order." The second lieutenant stood in front of the execution team holding a piece of paper in his hand. The loud noise of the explosion, the second lieutenant raised his head in panic and looked around. After finding out that there were no abnormalities around him, he cleared his throat embarrassingly and tucked the paper into the uniform pocket.

"It seems to be in the direction of Halifax Square." Ironside estimated the direction and distance of the explosion, and he whispered to the German officer.

"That should be the seventh armored division, our people clearly have broken through the line of defense." Neindorf replied in a low voice.

"Unfortunately they arrived too late to catch up." Ironside shrugged.

"Do you need to cover your eyes?" the second lieutenant asked, and no one spoke up.

"You all think you are a tough guy, very good." The second lieutenant of the Guards walked to the side of the execution team and pulled out his gun from the waist holster.

"All attention" he ordered loudly.

The soldiers of the Guards at the scene had two squads. Except for the two soldiers standing at the door to act as guards, the remaining eighteen were all execution personnel. These Guardsmen soldiers seem to be performing this task for the first time, their movements are a bit stiff, and their expression is very nervous.

Hearing the second lieutenant's password, everyone involuntarily twitched, and then stood upright like a reflex. Looking at the trembling face of the soldiers, Ironside couldn't help but smile a little.

The "all guns" soldiers held their rifles diagonally across their chests.

"Aim all," the lieutenant shouted.

The soldiers flat-ended their rifles and aimed at the target under the wall. The lieutenant paused for a moment, and he glanced at the big figures who were once high above him. Wanting to see fear, pleading and despair from their faces can make him more happy.

It is a pity that all he got was contempt and a taunting look. He came from the bottom of the civilian population. It's too underestimated that these people across from each other, most of them have received elite education since childhood. They may bow down for their own benefit while they are alive, but when they face death, no one can stop them from showing their final self-esteem.

"All..." The lieutenant shouted with a long voice, and when he was about to utter the next word, there was a loud roar at the door. "No fire is allowed to stop"

The second lieutenant was taken aback, and he quickly turned to look around.

"Stop execution, this is Prince Henry's order" I saw a British major standing in the garden and shouted.

The two lieutenants stepped forward and pushed the guard soldiers blocking the door, then the major strode across the threshold and entered the small garden.

"You are the person in charge here," the major walked to the lieutenant. He glanced at the prisoner standing by the wall first, then turned around and asked.

"Who are you?" Lieutenant looked at the handsome young major in front of him with a puzzled look. He had never seen the person before him in his memory.

"Introduce yourself, I am Major Frank of the Second Brigade of Scotland. Now I am taking over these people. You can go back to your post, Lieutenant." Major Frank looked at the guard officer in front of him proudly. He even disdain to ask the other party's name.

"These people were executed by the order of the Lord during the war. What you said about Prince Henry's order, I want to see the written order." The Lieutenant of the Guards looked at Major Frank's armband. Then he asked aloud, not because of how much he did his due diligence, it was purely a petite temper after the toy was taken away. Because he also knows people who can enter here through heavy sentries outside. Of course it is not a simple role, it must be dependent.

At this time, the soldiers brought by the major also entered the garden one after another. There were about thirty people, all armed and murderous.

"You have to look at the warrant, Captain Michael, show the second lieutenant's warrant to your lieutenant." Frank said to a tall captain standing beside him.

Captain "Warrant" froze for a moment.

"It's the one I gave you before I went out." Frank paced impatiently.

"Oh, I know." Captain Michael groped in his chest pocket for a long time and pulled out a piece of paper. He hesitated. After seeing Frank's positive look, he reached out and handed it to the British lieutenant in front of him.

"Why is it so crumpled... wait a minute... you got it wrong." The second lieutenant saw a stationery filled with messy numbers. He raised his head in doubt and looked at Maiko.

"Nothing wrong, this is the warrant." Major Frank came back with a mocking answer from behind. Before the Lieutenant of the Guards responded, there was a loud noise in his ears, and the last thing he felt was the endless darkness coming from his face.

At the same time, the soldiers who had occupied a good position in the surroundings took up their weapons and started shooting at the guard soldiers in the garden. The battle began suddenly and quickly, and a few seconds later, the body of the soldiers of the guard Lying on the ground, everyone got at least three shots.

When the gunshots sounded, the crowd waiting to be executed by the wall could not help but exclaim, but when they figured out that there was a fire, the battle was over, the garden was full of broken soldiers, and there was a wave floating among the trees. There was light blue smoke, and the air was filled with a pungent smoky breath.

"Oh, my God's brain almost spilled on my uniform." Captain Michael raised his foot and kicked the body of the second lieutenant on the ground. He was shot in the back of his head and his skull was lifted up. , A piece of scalp with brown hair curled up on the back of the neck.

"Do you like this uniform, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel." Frank inserted an artillery-type Ruger into the holster on the waist.

"Of course, I still want to store it as a souvenir." Lieutenant Colonel Maiko bent down and broke the second lieutenant's finger to retrieve the crumpled paper before.

"What did your wife say in the telegram, Lieutenant Colonel." Sergeant Wolff asked with a Bren machine gun standing beside him.

"This is my personal affair. Don't you want to draw half a word from me."

At this time Frank had already walked in front of Ironside. He first saluted Neindorf on the side.

"Captain Frank Kaorich, the Special Operations Team of the Command Intelligence Agency, you were surprised by Lieutenant Colonel Nendorf."

"Thank you very much. I have heard of you a long time ago and never thought I would meet in this way." Nerndorf gave a solemn reply and expressed his gratitude.

"Marshal Ironside, I'm Captain Frank Caorich. I know you have many questions now, but now I can't answer you. It's still very dangerous here. We must transfer as soon as possible."

Just then a sharp gunshot sounded in the garden. Caorich quickly looked back, only to see a soldier carrying an innocent face with a pistol.

"There is a breath in front of this guy."

"The next time you use a knife, you fool." Wolff stepped forward and patted the soldier's head.

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