Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 208: Occupation (1 point 5)

Müller pushed open the glass window in the corridor and poked his head out to look downstairs. A group of military policemen carrying rifles were walking down the path in front of the apartment. One of the small soldiers was holding a German black back. . Novel し

It seems that the British are doing a good job of protecting the environment. There are large green fields and dense woods around the airport. There are also clumps of neatly manicured shrubs everywhere in the base camp, and the roads are lined with trees on both sides. .

This is the case in many European countries these days, because the land is so large and sparsely populated that many lands have no manpower to cultivate and still maintain the original scenery. But the situation on the British side is different from that in Europe. After hundreds of years of noble feudal hereditary inheritance, there is no one inch of land on this island. Every mountain and forest has its own identity, and all of them are printed with royal emblems. The land lease is proof.

Many landlords themselves are hereditary aristocrats. They have channels for making money and don't need to rely on reclaiming their own territory to make a living. Not only that, they also used violence to drive home farmers on public land, and took those hilly rivers and wilderness areas into their own pockets. They flattened the fertile farmland and turned it into pasture, and raised well-bred sheep. The overseas trade of woolen products developed rapidly, and the snow-white wool was like shining silver in those years.

Historically, this storm is called the enclosure movement, and it also has a very vivid nickname, sheep cannibalism. After this turmoil, the central and southern parts of England became what they are now. Until the 21st century, large tracts of open grassland can be seen everywhere in the English countryside, covered with dandelions and alfalfa, and every time the autumn breeze starts to fly in the sky. Snow-like flying catkins, who would have thought that behind this dreamlike beauty is a **** history.

Müller did not dabble in history much, let alone conduct any research, that is, because he was going to land in the UK, he gnawed a few books of British history, trying to find the enemy in front of him from the historical records. There is an objective understanding. The result was an eye-opener for him. This group of guys even dared to insult the Germans as barbarians and see what they were doing all over the world. Even the Viking pirates were ashamed. It's right to think about it again. They do have the blood of that group of pirates, and that group of guys rowing dragon head boats has not done much harm to British women.

Müller took a deep breath of the cold morning air and raised his wrist to check the time. Then turned around and continued along the corridor.

"Good morning, General Mueller, General Weierle is waiting for you inside." Weierle's adjutant stood at the door to greet him, and he opened the door for Mueller sideways.

"Good morning, Miller. You look very energetic today." Mueller said with a smile, gave him a slight jaw, and strode into the room.

"Good morning, Muller." Weierle, wearing a neat uniform, sits at the dining table in the living room and enjoys breakfast.

"Good morning, sir." Mueller nodded in salute, went to the dining table and pulled a chair away and sat down.

"How was your rest last night, sir." Mueller shook off his napkin and stuffed a corner into his neckline, and the orderly put a breakfast in front of him.

"Oh, that's great. Mueller, last night was the sweetest sleep I have had during this time."

"I can understand, sir, the responsibility on your shoulders is great, and the head of state trusts your wisdom very much." Muller picked up the knife and fork and began to cut the burnt German sausage.

"In front of the great head of state, I am not a wise man at all. The only thing I can do is to do some supplementary work with the superficial experience accumulated in the past." Weirler rolled up a piece with a fork The fried egg was put in his mouth.

"Your Excellency is so humble." Mueller said with a smile, and he has always admired the wisdom of the old officer.

"Don’t talk about this, I told you last night. The Wehrmacht must complete the occupation of London as soon as possible. The current situation in the city is too complicated, and the forces from all quarters are entangled and cannot be understood at all. The relationship between them. This is very detrimental to our plan to conquer this country." Weierle changed the subject, he still has an important mission to accomplish.

"You are also confused, right, so I wrote that report."

"So your Excellency sent me over, which is really troublesome." Weierle picked up a piece of bread from the bread basket, broke a small piece with his hand, and scraped the egg yolk on the dinner plate.

"Our task now. It is to completely control the city. Order must be re-established." Weierle put the bread into his mouth.

"Control regulations should be issued to appease ordinary citizens."

"This is the job of the Group Army Command. It is to be handled by professionals. What's the current situation in the city, I need to know the latest situation." Weirle picked up the coffee pot on the table and gave it to himself One more cup.

"As far as I know, until early this morning, there were still sporadic exchanges of fire in the city. Part of the guards hid in residential areas. There were also many civil self-defense groups and militias who had retreated from the south relying on barricades. And the bunker continued to resist our attack." Muller put down his knife and fork and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

"Last night, in order to prevent the city from falling into chaos, we cut off the power supply in most areas. The scheduled "Report to the Citizens of London" was not released to the London area through London Radio until this morning."

"What about other media?" Weierle asked.

"The Brits have been prepared for this a long time ago. We discovered that they actually prepared two front-page headlines, one is an ordinary government propaganda article, and the other is a press release announcing the fall of London."

"You can call at any time, right? It can be understood that more than 90% of the uncrowned kings of Fleet Street are on the wall." Weierle picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth.

"Muller, get the car ready, let's go around the city."

"It's already ready for a long time, and I'm always waiting for your orders, sir." Mueller replied respectfully.

The organized resistance activities in London have basically ended. Although there are still one or two gunshots from time to time, it is also the German army surrendering the scattered soldiers. This night, most of the citizens stayed up all night. They hid in their homes, anxiously waiting for their destiny. Pious citizens knelt in front of the icon and kept praying, asking God to protect them from the damage of powerful invaders.

A timid citizen secretly abandoned the weapons issued by the community self-defense organization to each family~IndoMTL.com~ As a result, it triggered a chain reaction of neighbors around. Everyone admired the death of this initiator. This brain is faster than others. Really smart enough. London has fallen. What do you want to do with your weapons hidden? Do you have ill-conceived intentions to kill German soldiers? It's all right now. There is nothing in the house that can be used to kill people except the kitchen knife. This is enough to prove to the German army that he is just an ordinary citizen and a great citizen. As a result, guns and ammunition were thrown in the back alleys of that row of apartments one night, which really shocked a German detachment that had advanced here because the scene seemed to have enough companies. The army fled from this alley.

When the sun rose, the work efficiency of the German army was obviously improved, perhaps because of Weierle, his arrival has invisibly put a lot of pressure on the senior commanders of the e army. Although the confidant of the head of state has no influence among ordinary soldiers, he is well-known among the upper ranks of the military. This is the chief think tank next to the head of state, and the most trusted of the heads of state. No one dare to underestimate its influence.

Sorry, that’s all there is today. I feel a little discomfort in my cervical spine and I dare not sit for too long.

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