My Third Empire

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These days, the people of London can be described as a mess. Anyone who has a way is trying to leave the city and escape to the country. Many rich people are fleeing to the northern region, many people are on their way to Liverpool, they hope to get a ticket there, a ticket to Canada.

This kind of escape is similar to smuggling, because the British side explicitly prohibits British civilians from escaping abroad, but since some people have the ability to escape to Liverpool, there are not many people who control those so-called prohibitions.

American ships will never send ordinary people to the United States or Canada, because the American government absolutely does not want to see the British build a "sunset empire" in the northern United States, thereby breaking the geographical advantage of the United States. However, Americans are still happy to see some capable Britons traveling to the United States. They welcome Britons with advanced craftsmanship or real talent to travel to the United States to become American citizens.

In fact, U.S. industry has not been able to ease its breath for 30 years since the economic crisis. It was first taken by Germany by large-scale ultra-low means and a large number of talents and strategic materials. Later it was forced to affect the United States by transfusion of British blood Industrial development. Even so, along the way the United States is still recovering its industrial potential as the world's number one powerhouse.

Akado wanted to kill Britain before the United States really woke up. Did Roosevelt want to use Britain to hold Germany down and let the United States rise with peace of mind? The two giants are desperately robbing time, but robbing is robbing the territory of another country-as British, they finally realized the feelings of the Chinese in the Russo-Japanese War. This is really a turn of feng shui, who said it is not a modern newspaper?

The British who fled the streets filled the streets. Because London was guarded by the British team in all directions, the entire city seemed overcrowded. John walked on the street that had not been so lively for a long time. He looked like a wandering ghost with the soulless eyes to the various people around him.

A few days ago, the military officer who had said to him was buried in his heart, and he never mentioned it to his wife. He did n’t know if this thing really succeeded, which child he would choose to leave the UK, nor did he Knowing that if you choose a child and follow Mrs. Mary to leave, will the remaining one die in the next war?

Sometimes things are so cruel, although I love each child deeply, but John must make a best choice before it comes. He didn't know who to choose, or whether the other would feel that he didn't love him enough.

The German Air Force ’s bombing of London has almost stopped these days, and occasional patronage has only dropped a few bombs symbolically. Therefore, as a coordinating officer in air defense and disaster relief, John's work has not been busy lately. He has a lot of time in a daze, and a lot of time to think about what he must think about clearly.

"Hey! John!" The communications soldier on a motorcycle saw him wandering the streets and shouted, driving the motorcycle and leaning up: "How could such an expression look like it was transferred to the front line?" Alright? "

"No, it's still the old job, what about you? Isn't it a grandfather who is an official? Why didn't he leave?" John touched his pocket with a smile and took out a shriveled cigarette case, and found that there was only one cigarette in it and had to smoke Come out and hand it to the young correspondent.

The soldier took out his cigarette and threw the whole packet to John. Then he took the already bent cigarette from John's hand and drew it to his mouth: "After a few days, go to Liverpool! Don't think I I walked so much, my grandfather would have to die on the battlefield when I walked. Sometimes I think that the group of high-end **** are really raised by a bunch of bitches, so why not talk? "

"Don't be content, you can go to Canada to avoid it anyway, and maybe you can come back at that time." John smiled and lit a cigarette, but said helplessly: "If you still complain, how about us little people Alive? "

The young correspondent took a breath and narrowed his eyes to sigh: "I also have my circle. Several friends who drink together have entered the concentration camp in Dunkirk, and some died in Norwich. Yesterday, I sent a letter of condolence by myself. The only one left, I went to Canada alone to hang out, do you think it's so easy to mix? "

"My family has two children, a boy and a girl ... I'm just a little boy, just such a great skill ... I can only go one." The wind-scarred man held a cigarette, and there seemed to be something falling in his eyes.

"..." The signal soldier was stunned for a long time, and finally he smiled bitterly: "I always thought that I was already unsatisfactory, I didn't expect it to be really sad. I won't say it, I know one, All the things in the car are for you. Don't be stingy these days, give your child some good food. "

As he said, the young correspondent handed John the little bit of bread left in the car: "I ’m not a good person either. To be honest, you eat a little more and someone else is going to be hungry, but I do n’t know those people. So I feel more at ease. "

John didn't say thank you, just took the bread and patted the young correspondent's shoulder: "When I arrive in Canada, I will live alive. If I don't have to die this time, I will go there and see you."

"OK! If you can't go. I will come back to see you ... see my grandpa ..." The young correspondent nodded and promised: "When the war is over, let's open a bakery together! Just sell the bread! Let the people around you , No one can be hungry! "

"Okay!" John watched the young man leave, glanced at the big bag of bread in his hand, and took out a little, and stuffed it with a stumbling old lady approaching, ignoring the old lady's gratitude and crying, and left quickly.

Shortly after he left, a hurried man walked across the street, then stood in a lane not far away staring at the window across the street with his hands in a daze. Soon there was a flash of fire in the quiet window, and then all the glass shattered, blazing glare and thick smoke, and then made a deafening explosion.

After seeing the explosion, the strange-looking man turned and left the alarm bell, screaming and crying into a street. Then at the crossroads at the end of the street, a few men with the same expression merged and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people. After a while, several violent explosions occurred in the entire street, after excluding the possibility of bombing. The British characterized these incidents as man-made destruction.

However, no one knows whether it was these people who rang the grenade that the government distributed to them, or whether the Germans were mixed into London to carry out terrorist attacks. Now that the German tanks are tens of kilometers away, whether there are a few German spies mixed in, no one cares.

These people are German special forces who sneaked into London for early destruction. Although they did not carry too many weapons, there are now many and many civilian arms scattered throughout London, so they are really like fish here. Just killing a few old men in civilian homes and killing a few old ladies, and then using candle book thread and grenades as a simple timing device to leave, is so simple for these German special forces that training is not even enough.

The two of them are working in groups of two, although the total number is only 60, but they can simultaneously create 30 explosions in the huge city of London. This can be said to be a natural special forces battlefield, or a natural terrorist attack special zone. The grenade distributed to civilians has not yet begun to threaten German soldiers, it has become a nightmare for civilians throughout London.

At first, some people thought that it was possible to find out these German soldiers who had sneaked into London by identifying strangers, but they soon discovered that it was almost an impossible task. There were ruins on the streets of London, and many of the bomb shelters lived with each other. The strangers we knew, even if the army went to the streets to investigate, these German special forces were able to avoid the search in many empty houses without owners.

In addition, during a siege operation on March 2, a German special soldier who happened to be killed also found elaborate forged documents and a large number of pound sterling banknotes, which made no doubt that these enemies had infiltrated London at this time. Smart move. They used a mode of warfare that was so negligible that they severely hit the morale of the British people guarding London. Later, these German special forces even accumulated grenades, and then secretly operated at night, throwing a dozen grenades into the air defense hole at a stretch, making the refugees in the air defense hole that they could not start because of the large number of people.

The bomb shelter of the Johns family was attacked by a German Special Forces soldier with three grenades. Fortunately, the Johns and Mrs. Mary lived on the back side, so fortunately they were not injured. John was forced to organize several people to patrol at the gate of the bomb shelter and stop all strangers who tried to approach the bomb shelter. This was considered to be barely ensuring the safety of his bomb shelter.

However, when this method slowly became popular, the German special forces also began to organize targeted operations. They no longer started on the bomb shelters, and went to look for the residents who left the order, which caused headaches for British civilians and London defenders.

Until the end, the London City Defence Command ordered that residents should be concentrated in the prescribed residence as much as possible, and no private outings and movements were allowed. The army patrolled the street more than once, which made the situation a little better, but as the German team approached In London, more and more British civilians fleeing, and the military ban becomes more and more like waste paper.