Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 170: Cape Outpost

"This is the last one this morning, Liddell.," John spread his palm and said to the little tailless monkey in front of him. The fleshy little North African tailless monkey raised his head and looked ignorantly at the British army sergeant in front of him. This cute cub hesitated a little, then carefully stretched out his small paw and grabbed it from the opponent's open hand. After that delicious dried fruit.

"You are such a greedy little guy." The sergeant turned his palms and touched the little monkey's head.

"Sergeant, breakfast is ready." The first class soldier Hirshine has been busy at the table for ten minutes, and finally got the breakfast for today. This young Englishman has an ancient Irish surname. Perhaps his ancestors came from there, but he doesn't seem to have the slightest Irish descent from his appearance. Perhaps it is because time has slowly diminished those blood relationships.

"Okay, I'll come over right away." John touched Liddell's head again, checked the lock of the collar, and after confirming that it was fixed correctly, he turned and walked down the steps of the lookout.

At this time, the morning shift staff of this lookout is already in place at the table, waiting for his commander to issue an order to start the meal.

Sergeant John’s observation post is at the southernmost tip of Gibraltar, directly facing the famous Strait of Gibraltar. This place is what the garrison called the "European Plain", because it is a rare piece of flat ground in the small land of Gibraltar. Because it is at the southernmost tip of the peninsula, it is the front line that bears the brunt of sea attacks, so only some military installations are set up here, and I watched this precious flat land sit idle.

The main task of this observatory is to monitor the passing ships in the strait, and at the same time serve as a security post for air raids. In fact, its position is not as good as that behind the giant rock. Germany has already hit the British mainland. A few people who can't control their mouths immediately began to broadcast to their fellow villagers. This shocking news caused a great panic within the garrison, and the Governor's House was continuously released. Four or five instructions to refute the rumors pushed down this undercurrent, and for this reason, many guys were put into the confinement room. However, many officers thought that the news might not come from nowhere, because London had not been contacted for three days, and perhaps the German army had really set foot on British soil at this moment.

However, some garrisons also dismissed these rumors. Sergeant Major John is a typical one. This British gentleman, full of self-esteem and pride from his bones, completely relied on his personal qualities and solid military skills to climb up to the position of post commander. In his opinion, any news that is unfavorable to Britain is the enemy's conspiracy, in order to undermine the confidence and morale of these empire defenders. Only some timid cowards would listen to the news released by the enemy. These people should be sent to dig pits in the deserts of North Africa and die there.

"Let's pray now." Sergeant John stretched out his hands to both sides, forming a circle with his subordinates holding hands at the dining table.

"Our Father in Heaven" John closed his eyes and prayed religiously, and the soldiers echoed in a low voice.

After praying, Hirshine began to distribute food. He picked up the frying pan and added a spoonful of scrambled eggs to the dinner plate in front of everyone. At the same time everyone was given a piece of bacon.

"These are the last six eggs we have left. Aunt Philip said that I need to add money next time I want to buy them."

"How much to add." John picked up the fork and put a piece of egg into his mouth, then took a piece of military bread from the bread basket.

"Twenty pence, sergeant."

"Hey, the situation in the city is also very bad now. By the way, give her some of our extra soy flour, maybe she can use it for some money." John cut the hard bread with a knife. Supplies are as solid and reliable as its name.

The city in the mouth of Sergeant John is actually a small town on the edge of a huge rock. It is filled with British immigrants and relatives of the garrison. According to the plan, they should be evacuated to other safe colonies, such as North America and Asia. Kind of, as a result, due to the sudden change of the situation, the whole plan became a dead letter. Everyone can only be trapped on this small peninsula and let fate decide.

This makes the morale of the army even worse, because they simply don't have that much space to house these civilians. Due to the shortage of tools and materials, the emergency tunnel shelter project has been stalled for several weeks. The blind confidence of the British team tasted bitter fruit at this time. They had never thought that there would be a day of siege before, so the existing bunkers and fortifications can only fit a third of the population~IndoMTL.com~ It also includes garrisons and government agencies.

The Government House has repeatedly asked for help from London. In any case, civilians must leave this area that has become very dangerous. However, London’s repeated feedback is helpless. Now even the transportation of local materials is difficult to protect. They can't get it. So much transportation and **** power were used to transport these civilians to safety.

"Sergeant, come and see, fleet our fleet" suddenly exclaimed from a lookout post above his head. John quickly threw down the items in his hand, stood up and quickly climbed the spiral iron ladder in the middle of the bunker.

"Queen Elizabeth, and Nelson, God, I thought they would never care about us anymore." The sentry excitedly passed the telescope in his hand to the sergeant, and stretched out his right hand to draw on his chest. With the cross.

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