My Third Empire

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"The Germans are so close? My God." John was shocked and speechless when he heard that the Germans could shell London. The last time he heard about the German attack, it was still near Cambridge, and God knew how to hit London so quickly.

The officer as John ’s backer smiled bitterly, and these unfavourable news of war would naturally not be advertised everywhere. As a matter of course, if you ca n’t say less, the government would even claim that the Germans were run away What.

They did not eat lunch, not because they were too busy, but because they had no food. The Germans had already begun to attack the city, and the small thing of providing food to the civilians was naturally forgotten. The whole of London is silent and abnormal, just like a dying beast, quiet and suffocating.

Both John and the officer went out to look for food. As a result, they rummaged through the ruins for a long time and found no decent food. The two of them walked back and forth to the bomb shelter where they were, filled with frustration.

I heard that the officer spent a lot of money, and even took out the gold bars that had been hidden, only to get through the relationship and get a place to go to the United States. However, because the war situation had worsened and he hadn't had time to send his son away, the Germans entered London. The traffic was chaotic, and the bombing of German planes became fierce, so the son of the officer missed the time to board the ship and could only squat in the bomb shelter in London with the Johns.

The officers in these days are in a very bad mood, the reason can be known without asking. The two stopped on a street corner, the officer pulled out two cigarettes, and the two stood on the street corner and swallowed.

"There is an order to distribute gasoline and bayonet." The officer spoke of the task just assigned to him while smoking: "That **** Churchill wanted everyone to go to **** with him."

"Let him go to hell, the army can't hold its ground, let the woman and the child be buried, it's really hard for him to figure it out! How could this **** become the prime minister of the British." Road.

A dozen British soldiers ran in the distance, and looking at the costumes, they knew that they were the main British troops on the front line. Their clothes were somewhat torn, covered with dust and dirt. These people's faces were full of fatigue, but they still clutched the guns in their hands.

Some people were carrying ammunition, some people were carrying machine guns, and others were carrying grenades in one hand and rifles in one hand. These people bent and moved carefully against the wall. They passed by John and the officers. No one saluted nor stopped. The look is like watching two dead people.

The penultimate soldier stopped and reached out with his hoarse voice: "Is there smoke? Come one."

John touched his pocket and shook his head bitterly. The officer took out the cigarette case and pulled out one to hand to the soldier. Then he drew another match to help the soldier.

The soldier took a sip and then nodded his thanks: "Thanks, you better leave the spacious place. The Germans have some teams that like to infiltrate. Their snipers are very accurate." After he finished, he followed himself Comrade-in-arms ran towards the smoky neighborhood in the distance.

"It seems that there is such a thing." The officer looked at the soldiers who ran away with disdain, and his face sneered: "They can't even hold their positions, and they are reminded to pay attention to safety. If I ... … "

John was listening to the officer ’s complaint, and suddenly saw something broken through the chest of the officer who was leaning against the mountain. Blood splashed on his face. He scared his neck quickly, and then fled to the side. Corner.

There was a loud gunshot, and John probably heard the direction of the gunshot. He adjusted his concealed angle to avoid being hit by a sniper, then squatted against the wall and looked down at the one who had fallen to the ground. officer.

"Hey! Are you okay?" John was so scared that the smoke fell to the ground, and the officer who watched the blood pool asked quietly, fearing that someone would be alarmed.

"I ... was hit! Save ... I ..." The officer of the mountain seemed to be suffering from pain, even struggling little by little on the ground, asking for help intermittently: "Help ..."

"God! I dare not approach you! Sir! He is near the building over there, and I will be hit when I go out!" John said with tears against the wall: "You ... wait for me! I Go find a stick! You grab the stick, I'll pull you over! "

He was quick and wise, hurriedly turned back and ran in the opposite direction, dropped the officer who was still shouting to save me again and again, ran to a ruin, pulled out a tattered curtain, and hurried back to the street officer to fall s position.

However, he did not throw the curtains out after he ran to the place, because the officer on the ground had lost his breath and struggled. He lay there with his eyes open, motionless and quiet. John gasped against the wall, looking at the corpse that had gradually become cold, and the tears in his eyes could not stop flowing. It's sad to have been dependent on myself in this hell-like London for so long, to take care of myself for so long, when you left, you didn't even have a last word to leave.

Even he himself didn't know how long he had been sitting here looking at the corpse. He didn't recover until several British soldiers ran beside him. An English soldier leaned against the wall around the corner and gasped, then glanced at John sitting under his feet.

"Speaking of the possibility of a sniper, you don't listen." The soldier sneered, then kicked John's thigh sitting beside the kick and pointed to the other side of the wall: "If you want to die, you can continue to sit here. There is a German tank next to the intersection that is less than 200 meters in that direction, and it will not take long to drive over. "

John glanced at the officer ’s body again. He did n’t dare to stay here. He stood up and ran to the other side of the street with a few British soldiers. When he reached the end, he turned around and glanced at the officer ’s body again. At the corner over there, on the other side of the place where he had just sat, there was a German soldier who had leaked half of his head and was looking at him.

He quickly ran into the corner of this end, separating the eyes of the two sides. This was the first time John saw a German soldier in his life. The young German guy was a bit like his neighbor's son, but it looked like he was a few years older.

Only then did John know how close he was to the German soldiers. He looked at the direction of his bomb shelter and took a Lien Field rifle from a British soldier. He picked up the gun, pulled the bolt, then took out the warm grenade from his pocket, pulled the safety ring, and threw it vigorously toward the direction of the Germans.

The battle was fierce in the streets and alleys. John didn't dare to aim with his rifle, but just mechanically loaded the ammunition in the rifle after firing the bullet, and then continued to shoot. He and several British soldiers were standing in several rooms on the corner of the street. The troops that arrived drove an anti-tank gun. Dozens of British soldiers miraculously held their positions until the sound of gunfire here in the evening It gradually subsided.

In the course of the battle, from time to time, explosions came from the surrounding buildings. Many civilians knew that the Germans had come over, and they did not have the guts to attack the German team. They chose the method of early suicide. Those who sent it to people Grenades have become the best suicide tool.

However, when John dragged his tired body, carrying the rifle and accompanied by several new "comrades", and returned to his home, he found that it was not just an officer who left the world today.

The gangsters who were driven away by John came back here again. They started committing crimes in the neighborhood because of hunger. This time he took advantage of John's intentional revenge. Unexpectedly, when preparing to attack John's wife and children, the unbearable wife of John sounded the grenade left at home. John's wife and two children and the bodies of several rogue gangsters are still lying in the bomb shelter, and Mrs. Mary is crouching in the corner.

John looked blankly at the few old men and women left in the bomb shelter, and suddenly laughed: "Hehehehe, hahaha. Okay, well, I fight desperately outside, and that ’s how you thank me. ... "

Anxious, he grabbed the grenade on his comrades and pulled the safety ring. Several comrades were so frightened that they quickly escaped from the bomb shelter, and then the gate of the bomb shelter spewed out thick dust because of an explosion.

John died, as one of the most common little people in London, the most unknown died in his "home". He lived desperately and had good hope. He wanted to desperately strive for a life for his children. After his failure, his family was destroyed.

The officer who was John's backer also died. He had hoped to have a better ending than John, but he still died, died on a street corner, and died in a familiar place that had traveled countless times. The whereabouts of his child are unknown, and his wife was killed by John in the place that can be called home.

Street fighting in London is still going on. British soldiers are dead in every corner. They use their best efforts to stop the German attack, fighting on every road in every block, in every room in every building. Every room in the kitchen and the living room repeatedly compete, as for what they compete for, they do not seem to know.

On the first day of the London street fight, the German team entered the suburbs of London and violently exchanged fire with the British defenders outside the city. After a day of hard work, the British recaptured most of the blocks occupied by the Germans and drove the Germans back to the edge of the city.