Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 205: The destruction of the empire (1)

As German troops penetrated into the London city, the situation in the city became more and more weird. The German army did not know what words to use to describe the situation at the moment, and commanders began to frequently ask each other about the progress of their troops over the radio.

"This is not occupation, this is garrison. Some citizens stood on the side of the street to welcome us. They threw confetti and petals on my soldiers." A captain of the 27th Infantry Regiment reported to his superior. Obviously, this officer, like his soldiers, did not expect to see this kind of sight in his dream.

In fact, every German army unit that entered the slums of London was treated the same, and the German soldiers were somehow regarded as liberators and received a warm welcome from the bottom residents.

London is a huge city. Even if some children and elderly citizens have been evacuated, the city still retains no less than six million residents. Because many factories and government agencies are concentrated here, a large number of workers and clerks are needed to operate normally. Especially in the industrial area of ​​the lower Thames, millions of workers work hard here, such as the Royal Ordnance Factory, where workers work in shifts 24 hours a day, even when the German soldiers approach the city, these workshops are still there. It produces scarce cannons, tanks and rifles for the British Army.

The working class in London has become intolerable to Churchill's wartime policies. They think this is a **** squeeze, but they have a grand patriotic name. Every day they need to work for more than twelve hours, but what they get is only a bunch of worthless promises from the company's senior management and half a pound of extra flour on the supply card. The problem is that many workers are not single, they have family members to support. They can't just watch their relatives go hungry every day.

The food rations for the low-level residents have been reduced to an infuriating point. Many citizens have begun to sell the inheritance left by their ancestors and go to the black market to snap up crude food that they would never even look at before to satisfy their hunger. In this case, people find that the nobles and rich men can still spend time in the restaurants of high-end hotels.

The citizens cannot express their anger because all the violent machines are on the side of the rich. So when some rebellious remarks began to spread in secret, no matter how absurd the rumors were. All were sought after by angry people.

At this time, all classes in London have been split into several parts, and the bottom layer is precisely the part that occupies the largest number of people. London at this time is actually like a gunpowder keg with fuse, as long as a spark ignites, it will be earthshaking immediately.

It is impossible for the upper echelons of Britain to see this kind of crisis, but the general situation has already occurred. Although politicians are interested, they are powerless to do so. What makes London's parliamentarians, politicians and officials even more unexpected. Those invaders who made them hate it, under the circumstances of the accident, eventually become the saviors of all of them.

However, the above happened in several impoverished residential areas, and the German troops entering the South and West Ends of London encountered completely different encounters.

"Where is this side, where are we on the map." Lieutenant Schachter sat in the back seat of the barrel car, holding a map of the city of London in his hand, and asked about the passenger seat One of the British officials asked him to point out the location of the troops again.

"That's Ruskin Park. Let's go down this road. Go straight to Camberwell Road and turn to Volvo Train. You will reach the National War Museum and then head south. It's the Thames." It was a British major who led the way, and he took the trouble to explain for the stormtrooper captain. This is not only because of the task of completing the task assigned to him by the superior, but also because of the ss mark on the opponent's collar and the rumor that this unit has a direct access to the highest level of the German army.

"We are going to reach the banks of the Thames before the 25th Armored Regiment. Okay, keep going." Schachter waved to the troops behind him, and the 77th Stormtrooper fleet restarted and began Follow the road guided by the British official towards the most prosperous area on the South Bank of London.

Gradually, the houses on both sides of the street began to change, and the previous three-story apartment became a five-story or even six-story solid building. Although most of the buildings still bear the Victorian style. But there are many more decorative sculptures and brightly colored exterior coatings, many of which use expensive stone veneers. The glory and wealth of the heyday of the British Empire are everywhere.

This is close to the core area of ​​London, where a large number of government agencies are stationed. Museums, hospitals, banks and large corporations. Of course, there are also many residential houses here with different identities, but most of them belong to the upper class, and their economic conditions and personal accomplishments are completely different from those of the civilian class.

It can be said that at the beginning, the resistance was the most intense, and it was these people who were most keen on fighting Germany to the death. Now these noble people huddled in their windows with fear, and secretly watched the invaders swaggering forward from the streets through the gaps in the curtains.

The enthusiasm that they had boiled before has long been chilled by continuous failures. Most of them have become complete defeatists, indulging in the ballrooms of bars and restaurants all night, trying to find all kinds of stimulation, using alcohol And drugs are anesthetizing their nerves, because only in this way can they forget their fears and no longer have to worry about the future of the country and their own future.

"My God, it's SS, it's the SS." Someone exclaimed from behind the curtains.

Newspapers and magazines used to spend a lot of space to introduce this unique German army. In order to let British readers understand the brutality and evil of this force, the uncrowned king of Fleet Street and the writers have used extraordinary imagination. Most of the stories are mixed with many "details" descriptions. Anyway, decent families will never let them go. The kind of things children read, but at the time it was very much in line with the appetite of ordinary British readers and received unanimous praise.

The Nazi SS is a machine without a personal thought, the loyal dog of the German dictator, and it is all mobs and gangsters. In order to achieve their goals, they will not hesitate to kill innocent civilians, even babies and pregnant women. . . This brutal image has been deeply ingrained in the minds of British people. Therefore, when people see the white double lightning signs painted on the car doors, they can imagine how panic they will be.

Some people hurriedly retracted from the window and drew the curtains forcefully, as if they could be cut off from the terrible army outside. But some people reacted in another way. They opened the window and hung white sheets out of the window. These people got the so-called "inside news". As long as the white sheets were hung out to show compliance, the Germans would not Come to disturb you.

"This is a British custom?" Schachter tilted his head and looked at the white cloth fluttering on the windowsills of the buildings on both sides.

"You know, the French will find a white flag when they surrender, but I have also seen people in white pajamas. It's near Orleans...what's that called"

"Neonuo." The driver reminded with a smile.

"Yes, Neono, a beautiful small village, where the French defenders rummaged through the village but did not find a piece of white cloth. Finally, they found a white pajamas from a widow’s house and saw the French throw it away. When I was wearing that stuff, the whole group was dumbfounded."

"Yes, I still remember General Manstein's expression at that time." The driver agreed.

"This is a high-level community. From the morning, we have notified the citizens to stay in their rooms. I think they are ready for today." The British official changed the subject, although he had already Prepared, but I still feel uncomfortable seeing this scene.

At this time, the convoy approached a seemingly strong sandbag barricade. The four-wheeled armored reconnaissance vehicle that opened the road slowed down and began to approach the fortification slowly. Although the British promised that they would not encounter resistance from the defenders along the way, the Germans did not dare to care about it. Who knows if there will be any British soldiers who want to fight to the end and secretly ambush in the fortifications waiting to be played. The Germans and their own fate.

"No problem." The captain of the reconnaissance vehicle leaned out from the machine gun tower and waved to the rear team. The 222 armored vehicle bypassed the barricade and began to move on.

When Schachter’s barrel cart drove by the barricade, the Waffen-SS lieutenant stood up and looked into the barricade. Now there is no one behind the semi-circular bunker, and the ammunition allocated to the fortification is neatly arranged. Lying against the wall.

"The troops in charge of this barricade are now on standby in the barracks, waiting for your people to be surrendered in the past." The British official explained.

"Lieutenant, it's Colonel Nicholas from the War Department. He asked to talk to you." The communicator sitting next to Schachter reported loudly, and he handed the headset in his hand to Schachter.

"This is Schachter." The SS lieutenant quickly took the headset and put it on his head.

"We are progressing well now, near the Volvo line of thought... Understand, I know, Colonel... But... But if there is such a thing, I know it is not that simple, well, I will stop. Come down and wait for the Twenty-Fifth Armored Regiment. Obey, Colonel. No problem, Colonel... Yes! It's all for the Führer ~ IndoMTL.com~ OK, the call is over, hi! Reinhardt!" Schachter took off his headset , Handed it to the communicator.

"Notify the cars in front to stop. Stop them all." Schalke said to the signalman, and then he stood up and waved his arms to the cars behind to signal to stop.

"What happened, Captain." The convoy stopped in the middle of the road, and the captains of each team came up to ask what happened.

"There was a problem on the British side. Their marshals and generals failed to persuade the Royal Guards loyal to the royal family. Now these troops have launched a mutiny. They have taken control of Westminster and occupied areas on both sides of the Thames. Defense line, they are ready to fight us to the end. Our superiors ordered us to temporarily stop and wait for the rendezvous with the Twenty-Five Armored Regiment." Schachter stepped out of the car, and he beat his trouser legs with his gloves. This new situation made him excited.

"Royal Guards?" The SS Lieutenant looked disdainful.

"There is nothing remarkable. We failed to catch up with the Battle of Dunkirk. This time we want everyone to know that the Waffen-SS is the strongest guard."

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