My Third Empire

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On the ruins of a pile of buildings like a hill, John picked up a cracked photo frame, shook off the broken glass above, and picked out the photos in the frame. In the picture is a very happy family of three, with a happy smile on everyone's face.

He raised his head hard, looked at the burning building not far away, and gave a bitter smile and dropped the picture frame at his feet. The family died in the bombing yesterday. They had no time to hide in the bomb shelter and had to hide in the basement of this building.

There were also a dozen elderly people and children with inconvenient legs and feet who were hiding together. Now they are buried under the rubble and ignited by the fire ignited by napalm for 2 hours. John knew they were dead, and they were very ugly.

John now wears a military uniform and becomes a British Army. The area he is currently responsible for is about several times as large as the original, managing about 2,000 volunteers and 4 soldiers with guns. Of course, he was under the control of the original British officer, and was affiliated with the rear air defense unit. He did not have to go to the beach to prepare to fight the German landing troops.

Holding the photo, he stumbled over the ruins, bypassed a semi-buried iron bed, and walked to the top of the ruins step by step. There two men with armbands nodded to him. This reminded John of his previous appearance, so he tried his best to squeeze out a smile and nod in return.

Yesterday's bombing of the Germans dispatched nearly 200 planes. Hundreds of tons of bombs were dropped in downtown London, a scale that John had never seen before. In the past, German bombers also frequented London, but there were more secret factories in the industrial zone and suburbs, and just left some remaining bombs in the city and left.

But yesterday ’s airstrike was clearly directed against downtown London, and this time it was clearly revenge against something. The napalm bombs dropped by the Germans were so outrageous that most of the buildings were severely damaged.

Most houses in London have become a ruin. The Germans visited London seven times in just ten days, including a three-day break. The hurricane fighter production line in the suburbs of London can only replenish the Royal Air Force ’s lost fighters at a rate of one to two per day.

"John, are the casualties counted?" A young communications soldier rode a motorcycle and stopped under the rubble. He took out a statistical record book from the pocket hanging on the side of the motorcycle. Supported Moto shouted loudly to John on the ruins.

"How can it be counted." John kicked the broken rubble on the ruins and reluctantly replied loudly: "There are still 45 buried below, if all count, 711 people, or more."

"Don't be too sad, you are a relatively small area. In the most serious area in the south of the city, a bomb shelter's ventilation system was blocked by German incendiary bombs. I heard that more than 2,900 people died. The young correspondent persuaded.

"When is the relief food distributed? This is the most terrible thing." John walked down the ruins, tripped over something, and finally did not fall. He stood firm with his feet rolling, and then raised his head and asked anxiously, "The shop has not opened for three days, and many homes have no food."

"I do n’t know, I heard that there was another ship docked yesterday, but I heard that the arms were delivered from the United States, when did the food transport ship dock, I think ... about three days ago "The young officer said after thinking for a while.

John also knew that three days ago a grain carrier was docking, and also knew that half of the grain was sent to the southern coastline defense. After all, there are tens of thousands of people waiting to eat.

John sighed, groped a flattened cigarette case from his pocket, poured out the only two cigarettes from it, and handed them to the young correspondent: "Friend, you have many relationships, help, Our family has no food, can we find a way to get some? "

"I knew you had to say that." The young correspondent smiled: "Since everyone is so familiar, I don't need much, four hundred!"

Without saying a word, John began to turn his pockets, and finally turned over all the money he had hidden: "Six hundred are given to you, give me a little more."

"The appetite is really not small." The young correspondent stuffed the money into his pocket, then took two pockets of bread from the pocket hanging on the motorcycle, and some margarine written in German, and then I turned over a bag of dried fish and took out three small packets of slap-packed American flour: "I only have so much, I'll give it to you."

He pointed to the margarine produced in Germany, and said proudly: "German goods, I heard that even their Akado eats this brand. Smuggled, it costs a lot! From the United States! The transportation of food is not very timely, and the interval is too large. Once it is sunk, it will not be delayed for more than ten days ... Although smuggling from the Netherlands and Denmark is high, it is good or bad. "

"Germans also sell madmen." John looked at the German margarine in his hand. The poor packaging on it and the head of the head who had been distorted because of multiple printings, he pouted: "It's really for them The head of state is ashamed. "

"Isn't it?" The young correspondent nodded. "I heard that it's a big man with a lot of background."

John was silent for a few seconds, and then asked again: "You said, will the Germans land?"

"The above people speculate that the possibility of landing is as high as 90%, so we are constantly expanding the defense force at several suitable landing sites." The reason why the young communications soldier knows so much is that he has a comparative cow x His family, his grandfather heard that he was a general and knew many military secrets.

"Can you withstand it?" John asked again.

The young communications soldier looked around and whispered cautiously, "I don't know. The brochure that we issued will say that we will definitely be able to send the Germans back to their hometowns, but no one will say badly. Ah. My grandpa said in private that the probability of victory is less than half. "

He sighed and said to John: "My grandfather said that about half of the forts were built during the last war and are currently being stepped up. But because of the lack of materials, most of them can only use the original things."

"So how do you stop the Germans from attacking?" John asked for the first time he heard that London where he was in was so dangerous.

"To be honest, the defensive facilities 20 years ago are already very strong, and some major locations are well prepared, so I think it should be no problem?" The communications soldier thought for a while and said: "Oh, fate!"

After saying this, he said goodbye, and then started the motorcycle. With the roar of the engine, it disappeared at the corner of the next street.

John looked at the things at his feet and the sack he gave him when the soldiers were leaving. If it was in a peaceful age, this thing would not even cost half of the current price. With a bitter grin, John put the sack on his shoulder and wanted to find time to rush back to the bomb shelter and deliver the food to his wife.

But he found several ragged volunteers around him, one by one hesitating, seeming to want to speak.

Of course he knew what these people wanted to do, so he did not rush to speak, but waited for these people to speak first. In front of these volunteers, the person in charge of the military is the kind of powerful person with a wide range of knowledge and knowledge, just like a communications soldier or a senior officer in his eyes.

After holding each other for a few seconds, a man finally spoke first: "Sir, these food ... Yes, can you give us some." The other people did not speak, but the clear expression on their faces indicated that they were waiting With the answer.

"Then it depends on how much money you have." John replied: "You must have seen it too. I also spent money to save my life. I won't do it if it's cheap!"

"I have 300 here!" The man took out his banknotes very consciously, he had to take out more money, because several mouths at home were waiting for him to return with his food.

"I also have 300 here!" Another person quickly rushed to pay, but the last volunteer seemed to be shy, and there was anxious face red there, but he couldn't get the money.

"Butter, flour!" John took the things out, leaving himself bread and dried fish, and the remaining bag of flour. Skillfully stuffed the money into his pocket, and then walked back with the rest. In terms of value, the sack in his hand and what he ate were almost white.

After walking down the street, he found that the man with no money still followed him, his face flushed, but hesitated to speak. John didn't say much, opened his pockets, and threw the dried fish to the man: "Go back and stare at me. If you have any questions, please come to me!"

The man nodded gratefully: "Thank you! I will repay you." After that, he ran back to the ruins that John was responsible for, holding the dried fish all the way.

John came to the entrance of the bomb shelter on the street and walked down the stairs that looked a little steep. The dead body was long gone, but the blood stains and the rubble were still there to prove the story that happened.

Every time he passed by, he had to look at the corner, the blood stains and the dusty gravel.

"My dear." John saw his wife and child, and he was in a better mood. He trot over, picked up his child, and handed his food to his wife: "I got some Food, flour to Mrs. Mary. "

Mrs. Mary is their new neighbor, and John is the wife of the officer who is the backer. The family moved in the day before yesterday and huddled together with the Johns. Like all British people, today's days are getting more and more difficult.