"Humph! If we fight to the death, do we still have to surrender to those black Africans? "Winston. Churchill retorted.

"Surrender is impossible, and at the moment our army will definitely lose a decisive battle with them, but our army can break through and retreat towards the Congo, and then our army can rely on the favorable terrain of the Congo to resist the tank units of this black army and their air power." The MP said:

"But if our British Empire loses African land, then what hope do we have, once our British Empire loses or allows Africa to become independent, then what will lead us to the British Empire will fall like Spain." Winston. Churchill said with a look of hatred:

"Can we keep the African colonies if we resist? The telegram that had just been sent by the African Military Command was now unable to make up twenty planes that could take off, and those Africans had so many planes over Uganda that they could drown the Imperial soldiers by throwing them down with stones. But what about our planes, and where are the planes of our British Empire? The MP went on to retort:

Looking at the British parliamentarian who was almost in a hysterical situation, everyone fell silent together. Once upon a time, the British Empire, known as the empire on which the sun never sets, was so high-spirited, they had long ceased to regard those indigenous armies as opponents, but only a few hundred years later, they had fallen to the point of being completely annihilated, how ironic it was!

Just when everyone was silent and relatively speechless, an officer wearing a major general's uniform hurriedly walked in, "Report to the Prime Minister, the latest telegram from the African frontline combat commander, that Africa has used a large number of air forces and high-explosive bombs and thousands of heavy artillery to storm the Ugandan region, the Ugandan defenders have suffered heavy casualties, and so far our army in Africa has suffered nearly 100,000 casualties." Our commander claimed in the telegram that if there were no new reinforcements, they would last at most a week before they would be wiped out. ”

This telegram, which was like a worse one, completely derailed Neville. Chamberlain's last bit of willpower was crushed, and he sat down on the podium and sat in his seat for a long time. Finally, after sorting out his thoughts, he said slowly: "Just do what the councillor said, order our troops in Uganda and Zambia to withdraw immediately to the Congo and join the Congolese defenders before making plans, and inform the French government of our decision." ”

"Prime Minister, by all means! Those lands were bought by our ancestors with their blood. Can't give up. "Take Winston. The main battle faction led by Churchill immediately wept bitterly at Neville. Chamberlain dissuaded:

"Okay, you don't have to say more, you know what the situation at the front has been eroded. What are we going to do with them now? "Nivelle. Chamberlain squeezed this sentence out of his mouth weakly at this time, then stood up with difficulty, and staggered off the podium. Left to Winston. Churchill led the main battle faction in pain.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo"

A series of high-pitched shells tore through the air, followed by a violent explosion falling on the position, and Private Ralph lay on his stomach in the foxhole he had just dug with his head in his arms, and pressed his head tightly to the ground, not even daring to lift his head, allowing the violent explosion to sound next to him, and the raging shrapnel slashed.

The explosion was so strong that even Ralph, who was a hundred meters away, was shocked to the point that his chest was numb, and he didn't even notice that his ears had been shaken with a trace of bright red blood as he covered his head tightly.

Ralph's position has been attacked by the African People's Liberation Army Army on the opposite side for three consecutive days, first bombarding with heavy artillery and then tank clusters every day, and the African People's Liberation Army is bombarding its positions inch by inch with its powerful artillery fire. As the battle has been fought to this day, Ralph's regiment, which should have nearly 2,300 men, has only less than 100 people left in less than a company at this time, and this number was still counted this morning, and after nearly an hour of shelling just now, I am afraid that it will be reduced by more than half.

At this time, Ralph had passed quite a long time, as if a century had passed, and the shelling had finally stopped. Ralph was almost certain that today would be his last day in the world, and judging from the experience of the past few days, in a few minutes the infantry or their tanks on the opposite side would pounce directly, and with less than a hundred troops on the position, they would not be able to resist the charge of the African soldiers armed to the teeth. The only thing Ralph could do, who had been shaken by the bombshells, was to lie on his back on the ground and take one last look at the sky that had been smoky and gray. It can be regarded as a short confession, or waiting for the opposing soldiers to come up and choose to surrender directly to save their lives.

After a while, Ralph, who was lying on the ground, looked around, and saw only a position that was already a mess, with dense craters of various sizes and severed limbs everywhere, but there was no such thing as the tooth-aching metal grinding and the roar of the engine that had been familiar for the past few days. "Could it be that these Africans today are suffering from amnesia and have not sent soldiers to attack themselves? You have to know how many people can survive in your own position now, even a group of old men with crutches can easily occupy our position. A person can kill himself with a crutch. Ralph thought with a wry smile:

But soon Ralph realized that his idea was too naïve and wrong, and he underestimated the ferocity of the African army on the other side. Because at this time, he saw dozens of small black dots appear in the sky. The dozen or so small black dots were flying in their direction, and their altitude was getting lower and lower. Soon came into his sight. At this time, he couldn't hear anything in his ears because he was already deaf.

The small black dot that appeared in Ralph's eyes became larger and larger, and soon showed its true face, which was a huge bomber. At this time, they are flying less than a few hundred meters in the air. Several of them are flying in their own direction. Immediately, the door of the bomb bay in the lower part of his fuselage was opened, and huge bombs poured out of the belly of the plane, and these bombs smashed on the ground mercilessly.