Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 191: Chaos in the Imperial Capital (1)

Sitting on the pile of bricks that was still a bit damp, little Pete Laudy played with Browning 1910 in his hand in the dark. This was the only souvenir his grandfather left to him. Net [//No pop-ups for novel updates, please search]

"Hey, Lauti Lauti, 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 was five years old. I've been fighting with Pete on the street all the time, working as a thief, a croupier, a black market broker, but I haven't been able to show up, he's an unlucky guy.

"Let’s wait for another half an hour. The above said that’s the point. Germans are very particular about keeping time. Hush! Listen, there is a plane flying over, hurry up and send a signal." Lauti jumped off the brick pile and ran into the wall. The empty space here was originally a warehouse of the Dutch Chamber of Commerce. It was shoveled by the city government two months ago. They seemed to want to dig an air-raid shelter here, but because of the opposition of the community members, the project was not finished, and the result was abandoned. just now.

"Go order that pile, I will order the two piles here." Laudy shouted, and he took out a lighter and lit the pile that had been soaked with fuel. The three bonfires on the open ground are arranged in a figure-shaped pattern. This is an airborne signal negotiated with the Germans. During the agreed time period, as long as you see the fire on the ground lit in the air, it means that someone is responding and the Germans will feel at ease. Launched an airdrop operation targeting the fire.

Just as Laudy and Thorne were waiting excitedly for the Germans to arrive, suddenly a series of shouts sounded outside the wall.

"There is fire over there!"

"Who is there?"

"Someone is firing a signal!"

"Ah... be careful, they have a gun, I was shot."

Immediately, there were scattered gunshots on the streets.

"Come on, Pete, there is a team of Scottish soldiers outside. We can't hold on for long." The accomplice standing outside the fence yelled to his partner at the exit of the fence.

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

"Oh, hell, I knew something was going to happen tonight." Thorne stamped his foot. Pulling out a Belgian sf runner from the back waist followed Laudy and rushed towards the exit.

"What's the matter, why didn't people on the periphery sound the alarm."

Lauty turned her head and asked her companion who was shrinking in the corner. Then raised his hand and fired several shots at the shadows on the corner across the street. Then I saw a muzzle flame on the opposite side, and the cement lamppost next to the door was hit with fire and debris flying.

"I don't know. Originally, we thought that the policemen wouldn't dare to go around at night. We didn't expect to encounter the army. The cowards on the periphery must be afraid of exposing ourselves, so we left us and ran away."

"I said long ago that I couldn't believe the group of prostitutions. Now you have nothing to say. If we can go back alive this time. I will cut off the testicles of the fat man Jin." After retracting to the goal post, Tie changed himself to a new magazine. He held up the gun first, then turned sideways to the opposite soldier and fired repeatedly, and within a few seconds he emptied the magazine.

"Damn, I was hit, save me."

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

A flustered exclamation came from the other side. These soldiers are unobstructed on the streets, and can only squat on the corners to seek concealment, which originally suffered a bit from the terrain. Although carrying a standard rifle. But in this kind of close combat, the weapons in the hands of the resisters are obviously more advantageous.

"Pitch grenade, pitch grenade." Finally some soldiers thought that they still carry this weapon. This made Lotte's heart cold, and he quickly called his companions to be concealed.

At this moment, a series of strange noises suddenly occurred in the air, and then from the corner of Laudy's eyes, a dazzling spark flashed on the sidewalk across the street. The young British hurriedly looked up and saw that a blue-gray umbrella flower above his head was slowly descending. A black figure hung under the umbrella. The weapon in his hand continued to spew out long tongues of fire, and the white muzzle flame thorns. People's eyes are swollen.

The parachute fell on the street next to the gate, and the paratrooper did not untie the canopy. Instead, he continued to shoot frantically towards the corner with the weapon, and the fire light reflected. Lottie saw the contented smile on the other's face.

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

After confirming that there were no targets worth shooting, the paratrooper released the trigger of mg34. The tall German brawny let go of the handle of the machine gun, hung the weapon on his side, and then began to pull the buckle of the umbrella strap to remove the umbrella from his body.

"Hey, excuse me, do you speak English?" Laudy asked carefully, he tried his best to make his tone more kind, knowing that the guy on the other side had a whole team of Scottish soldiers in ten seconds Turned into rotten flesh riddled with holes.

"You are the English Liberation Army, if you didn't start the firefight below, I thought I was caught." The paratrooper rolled the parachute into a ball and slid it into the hand of an English Liberation Army member standing aside. in.

"Dispose of this thing, it's very good silk, you can take it back to make a shirt for your wife." The paratrooper speaks very fluent English.

"I, I have no wife."

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

"It's me, sir, little Pete Lawty."

"German Army Sergeant, Lehmann Wolf, nice to meet you."

"Good meeting." Laudy stretched out his hand hesitantly, but was held tightly by the opponent's big hand, and then the Englishman showed a happy smile on his face.

"How many people have you come here? We don't know if the Scotsmen have issued an alarm. Maybe there is already a regiment of Scots who are rushing here."

"Wait a minute, our airdrop is very fast. I was the last to leave the cabin. The others should be in that direction. Look, there will be one." Sergeant Wolfe waved to the other side of the road. I saw a figure trotting up here.

"Hello, Sergeant Major, I'm sorry, I'll be one step ahead." Wolfe greeted him and patted the opponent's arm.

"Damn it, what happened here. I saw you shooting at the ground."

"Our British friends encountered some minor problems, which have been solved now, yes. Did you see the captain?"

"Where should they be over there. These are our English friends? Fortunately. I am Sergeant Major Harfogen." The Sergeant held the mp40 across his chest and stretched out towards Lawty, who was clearly the leader. Hands up.

"Fortunately, little Pete Lawty." Lawty shook his opponent's hand quickly.

Under the suggestion of Hafogen and Wolfe, the members of the English Liberation Army began to re-arrange defensive posts on the periphery, not to be able to stop the enemy, but to provide the first warning. Two German paratroopers were on guard at both ends of the street, waiting for their colleagues to come and meet.

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

"This is the person in charge who is in charge of us, Little Pete Lauty." Wolfe introduced to his commander.

"Fortunately, Mr. Lauti, Captain Kaourich of the German Army." With the paratrooper helmet hung on his waist, the handsome German captain put on his field cap. The silver eagle emblem on the wall of the cap is in the flames. Shining down.

"Fortunately, Captain, if you can, please leave here with us right away." Laudy was already anxious. The appearance of this team of Scots should be an accident, but who can guarantee that no one leaked the news, after all, this organization was established less than three days ago. The members inside are mixed, who knows if they will get into one or two Scottish Yards.

"No problem, we can set off at any time." Kaourich raised his wrist to check the time, and then nodded to his subordinates. The communicator erected the whip antenna on the radio and used Mohr Sma signaled a safe arrival.

Just as the German special detachment landed in London, the wartime cabinet command post of the British Empire was filled with gloom and mist like the scene before Judgment Day. Their prime minister was crazy, and everyone was aware of the problem, but no one dared to point out this fact publicly. Churchill's thinking appeared disordered. He began to be unable to distinguish what was reality and what came from his personal imagination. He has confused the illusion with reality. Someone saw him giving an impassioned speech to 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 grease dripped down the corners of his mouth. He has not cleaned up his appearance for several days, and his chin is now covered with short white stubble. The skin of his cheeks was saggy and drooping, his eye sockets collapsed, and now only the flickering panic and madness remained in his once steady and wise eyes.

"He's scared, he's scared, this man finally feels scared." Ismay felt an inexplicable pleasure. As a friend, he shouldn't have this reaction, but I don't know why, he is Feel happy.

"I don't know, Winston." Ismay dare not express his true feelings. At this time, he can only follow the man's thoughts. This is the safest conversation process. Thinking that the clever colonel’s staff member made a mistake, he is now wearing a soldier's uniform outside London and fighting the Germans desperately.

"Because we have an ace, do you know if we have an ace? Hastings." Churchill took a gulp of whiskey and swallowed the bacon in his mouth.

"Our reinforcements are coming soon. As long as we hold on for a week, everything will be changed in a week. At that time, I will let the traitors, speculators and their lackeys drown in my own blood."

"Reinforcements? I don't know we still have reinforcements, Winston." Ismay lowered her head and carefully sliced ​​his own potato steak.

"Americans, their weapons will reach the UK in a week. They also agreed to sell us one thousand p40 fighters, all of the latest models. Dowding assured me that this kind of aircraft can easily defeat Germany. Human Messerschmidt." Churchill chewed the poached egg triumphantly, and squeezed bloodshot eyes playfully at Ismay.

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

"Of course, we still have 4 billion pounds of investment and real estate in the Americas, enough to buy the entire U.S. Air Force. We also want to buy tanks, warships, and we want to order battleships. They will definitely be more interested in this than the transaction. , Those Americans only have money in their eyes.” Churchill rudely picked up the napkin and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and then reached out and tore a leg from the roast chicken on the table.

"General Geertz is forming a reserve army in Birmingham. He will soon be able to assemble an army of 200,000 people. As long as we can attract the Germans outside London, he can launch behind the enemy. A sudden attack. At that time, we should unite inside and outside to encircle the German Landing Corps under London in one fell swoop. It will be Verdun and Waterloo again, and it will be a turning point in the fate of Britain. Wait until our relatives on the other side intervene in this war. The Germans will definitely be like the last time, and eventually they can only roll back to their Black Forest obediently. I want the blond-haired boy to kneel on the steps of No.10 Downing Street and beg for my forgiveness.” Churchill said excitedly. As he spoke, he didn't mind that the meat crumbs in his mouth sprayed onto Ismay's dinner plate. The consultant stayed for a while, then put down his knife and fork to signal that he had finished the meal.

At this time, there was a knock on the door~IndoMTL.com~ Then a staff officer walked into the room with a document. "Mr. Prime Minister, this is a report just received by the Admiralty. General Phillips said that he must let you know this news immediately."

"Really?" Churchill took the napkin and wiped his oily hands, and then took the telegram.

"Ha!" Halfway through, Churchill suddenly let out a laugh.

"I know you don't believe what I said, you all thought I was crazy." Churchill stood up, pacing back and forth in the dining room with his hands on his back.

"This... is the turn I have been waiting for." Churchill read the report repeatedly with excitement.

"The Germans intercepted a British transport fleet and sank two of them. One of them was carrying the American volunteers we recruited. Two hundred Americans died in the hands of the German Navy. The United States It's going to go to war, Hastings! The Americans are going to go to war." Churchill excitedly photographed the telegram in front of Ismay.

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