Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 203: Collapse (2)

"At the last moment of this life, I begged God to save the British Empire and begged him to forgive me for my past sins. I am by no means a traitor. William Edmund Ironside." By miscellaneous With the dim light of the old-fashioned electric light on the top of the object, Marshal Ironside wrote his will in his notebook. He knew that the planners of the mutiny would never let him go. He knew too many secrets. , Is destined to be doomed.

At this moment, there was a neat sound of footsteps outside the door, slowly approaching along the corridor, and finally stopped at the door of this small room.

"It's finally here." Ironside stood up, he threw away the pencil and stuffed the notebook into the back pocket of his army pants.

The door lock sounded, the door was opened, and a guards officer in a field uniform stood outside the door.

"Ironside, come out." The second lieutenant ordered loudly.

The Field Marshal stretched the hem of his uniform and walked out of the room with his head held high.

"I brought an order from the cabinet during the war. Your crime of treason is undoubtedly confirmed. Adhering to the power granted by His Majesty the King, the cabinet during the war decided to deprive you of your rank, military position and all honors." The two soldiers stepped forward and began to dismantle the medals and rank marks on the marshal's uniform.

"You have no right to convict me without a trial in court." Although Ironside expected to be humiliated, he didn't expect that the other party would do it so absolutely.

Ionside stood in the corridor, letting the soldiers violently tear off his pair of generals' collars, he did not choose to resist, he was sixty years old, facing a group of strong guards soldiers , In addition to exchange for more shame, it does not help at all.

"You stupid traitor. Now it's time for you to pay for your crimes. If you want to be decent, then follow us obediently." The ensign of the Guards turned around. Make the way for Ironside.

"You and your master will pay for what you did today, remember what I said." Ironside stroked the messed hair when he was taken off his military cap. He glanced at the ensign coldly, and then followed the soldier leading the way towards the end of the corridor.

Passing through the complicated aisles, Ironside was taken to a small garden in a patio surrounded by towering buildings and walls.

"I've been here, and I can see St. James's Park upstairs." Ironside looked around and felt that the environment was good. It's a good place to end.

The Field Marshal found that he was not alone. Opposite the porch was a tall, smooth wall. Many people were already standing under the wall. He could recognize most of the faces. Most of them were the companions who participated in this series. There were the Chief of the Army Staff and the Navy Liaison Officer of the War Cabinet. What surprised Ironside was that they were There is also a German army lieutenant colonel.

The German official was obviously aware of his situation. He stood on one side with his head up and chest up, although his hands were tied behind his back. However, he still maintained an upright military posture. He raised his chin and stared at the opposite row of guards with live ammunition from under the brim of his hat. His expression was filled with the contempt of the enemy in front of him.

"Go over, stand against the wall, you old dog!" The ensign of the Guards slammed behind Ironside. He was so hard that the field marshal staggered forward. I'm about to fall in steps.

Ionside finally got into shape. He turned his face and glanced at the arrogant ensign, with a trace of pity in his eyes. This stupid ensign didn’t even know that he had been abandoned by his master. The piece of chess was complacent even thinking that it was reused by the master. Ironside knows the tricks too well, this kind of mindless idiot is best suited to carry it to death.

The field marshal shook his head. He straightened his collar and hem, and strode to the wall. Ironside turned and stood beside the German lieutenant colonel. Turning back and nodding to the German.

"I have seen your picture, Marshal Ironside, are these people crazy? Even you are going to be executed." Neendorf turned his face to look at the British Marshal beside him.

"Your English is good, Lieutenant Colonel. But you don't need to be too surprised. This is normal. In the British Empire, stranger things will happen." Ironside felt in front of a German , How to maintain the demeanor and decent of a British official.

"Nerndorf, Your Excellency Marshal, a lieutenant colonel in the German Army, I don't think this is normal at all. I am a military envoy."

"Well, I take back what I said, these guys are really crazy." Ironside closed his mouth. He was already desperate for Prince Henry’s IQ. Does that guy think it’s the Middle Ages? This kind of stuff still dreams of becoming a king.

"Adhering to the power granted by His Majesty the King, the Prime Minister of the Cabinet has signed the death penalty order against you. This is a letter of order." The ensign standing in front of the firing squad held a piece of paper in his hand. There was a series of loud explosions, and the second lieutenant raised his head and looked around in a panic. After finding that there was no abnormality around him, he cleared his throat embarrassingly, and folded the pieces of paper into his uniform pocket.

"It seems to be in the direction of Halifax Square." Ironside estimated the direction and distance of the explosion, and he whispered to the German official.

"That should be the 7th Armored Division. Our men have clearly broken through the defense." Neendorf replied in a low voice.

"It's a pity that they came too late, they can't make it." Ironside shrugged.

"Do you need to be blindfolded?" the second lieutenant asked, but no one answered him.

"You all think you are tough guys, very good." The second lieutenant of the Guards walked to the side of the firing squad and drew his gun from the holster around his waist.

"Attention everyone!" he ordered loudly.

There were two squads of guards. Except for two soldiers standing at the door as guards, the remaining 18 were all executioners. These Guardsmen seemed to be performing this kind of mission for the first time, their movements were a little stiff, and their expressions were very tense.

Hearing the ensign's command, everyone involuntarily slapped their spirits, and then stood upright like a conditioned reflex. Seeing the trembling looks of the soldiers, Ironside couldn't help but smile.

"Everyone! With guns!" The soldiers slanted their rifles across their chests with both hands.

"Everyone! Aim!" the second lieutenant continued.

The soldiers flattened their rifles and aimed at the target under the wall. The second lieutenant paused, and he glanced at the great men who had been so high before him. I want to see fear and prayer and despair on their faces, which can make him more happy.

Unfortunately, all he has gained is contempt and slight mocking eyes. He was born as a low-level civilian. I really underestimate these people on the opposite side. Most of them have been educated by the elite since they were young. When they are alive, they may bow to their knees for profit, but when they face death, no one can stop them from showing their final self-esteem.

"Everyone..." the ensign drew a long voice and shouted, and when he was about to yell the next word, there was a loud roar at the door. "Don't fire! Stop it all!"

The second lieutenant was taken aback, and he quickly turned his head and looked around.

"Stop the execution, this is Prince Henry's order!" I saw a British military major shouting at the garden gate.

The two lieutenants stepped forward and pushed open the guard soldiers who were blocking the door, and then the major strode across the threshold into the small garden.

"Are you the person in charge here?" The major walked to the ensign. He glanced at the prisoner standing by the wall first, then turned his face and asked.

"Who are you?" The second lieutenant looked at the handsome young major in front of him with a puzzled face. He had never seen the man in front of him before.

"Introduce myself, I am Major Frank of the Second Scotland Brigade. Now these people are taken over by me. You can go back to your post, Second Lieutenant." Major Frank looked at the man in front of him with arrogance. Guard officer, he even disdain to ask the other party's name.

"These people were executed by your Excellency during the war. What you said about Prince Henry's order, I want to see the written order." The ensign of the Guards looked at the armband of Major Frank. Then he asked loudly, not because of how much he had done his duty, but simply because of the little temper after the toy was stolen. Because he also knows the people who can enter here through numerous guards outside. Of course it is not a simple role, it must be based on something.

At this time, the soldiers brought by the major also entered the garden one after another. There were almost thirty people, all armed and full of murderous spirits.

"You want to see the warrant? Very well, Captain Maiko, show the ensign's warrant." Frank said to a tall captain standing beside him.

"Warrant?" The captain was stunned.

"It's the share I gave to you before I went out." Frank paced impatiently.

"Oh, I see." Captain Maiko fumbled in his chest pocket for a long time, and took out a piece of paper. He hesitated. After seeing Frank's affirmative look, he reached out and handed it to the British ensign in front of him.

"Why is it so crumpled...Wait a minute...you got it wrong." The ensign saw a piece of letter paper full of messy numbers. He looked up at Maike suspiciously.

"That's right, this is the warrant." At this time, Major Frank's reply came from behind him with mockery. Before the second lieutenant of the Guards could react, there was a loud noise in his ears, and the last thing he felt was the endless darkness rushing toward his face.

At the same time, the soldiers who had already occupied good positions in the surrounding area took up their weapons and started shooting at the guards in the garden. The battle started and ended suddenly. A few seconds later, the guards soldiers His body lay on the ground, and everyone was shot at least three times.

When the gunfire sounded, the crowd waiting for the execution on the wall could not help exclaiming, but when they understood that it was a fire, the battle was over, the garden was full of broken soldiers’ bodies, and the trees were floating. There was a puff of light blue smoke, and the air was filled with pungent smoke.

"Oh, my God! This guy's brain almost splashed on my military uniform." Captain Maiko kicked the body of the ensign of the Guards on the ground, and he was shot in the back of the head. It was lifted, and a brown-haired scalp was rolled up and drooped on the back of his neck.

"Do you like this uniform very much? Mr. Lieutenant Colonel." Frank inserted an artillery Ruger back into the holster on his back.

"Of course, I still want to store it as a souvenir." Lieutenant Colonel Maike bent down, broke the ensign's finger, and retrieved the previous crumpled paper.

"What did your wife say in the telegram? Lieutenant Colonel." Sergeant Wolfe asked, standing aside, carrying a Bren machine gun.

"This is my personal business. Don't try to draw a word from me."

At this time Frank has already walked to Ironside~IndoMTL.com~ He first saluted Neendorf on the side.

"Captain Frank Kaurich, Special Operations Squad of the Headquarters Intelligence Agency, you are shocked by Lieutenant Colonel Neendorf."

"Thank you very much. I have heard of you a long time ago and never expected to meet in this way." Neendorf replied solemnly and expressed his thanks.

"Marshal Ironside, I am Captain Frank Kaorich. I know you have a lot of questions now, but I can't answer you now. It's still dangerous here. We must move as soon as possible." >

At this moment, there was a sharp gunshot in the garden. Kaorich quickly looked back, only to see a soldier holding a pistol with an innocent look.

"There is still a breath in front of this guy."

"Use a knife next time, you idiot!" Wolf stepped forward and patted the soldier on the back of the head.

I asked for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket. The ranking has fallen a lot, and I feel a little frustrated.

Thank you for your support. (To be continued.)