Sitting on the still damp pile of bricks, little Pete. Lauti plays in the dark with the Browning 1910 in his hand, the only keepsake his grandfather left him.

"Hi Lauti Lauti, did you say the Germans would come tonight? I always felt that something was wrong, as if something was going to happen. "It was Wilmanam who spoke. Thorne, who has been following Pete on the streets since he was five years old, has been a burglar, a casino dealer, and a black market broker, but has never been able to make a difference, and is a bad luck guy.

"We'll wait another half an hour, that's what it says, the Germans are very particular about keeping time. Hush! Listen, a plane is coming, send a signal quickly. Lauti jumped off the pile of bricks and ran to the open space in the wall, which was originally a warehouse of the Dutch Chamber of Commerce, which was flattened by the city two months ago, and it seemed that they wanted to dig a bomb shelter here, but because of the opposition of the community councillors, the project was not completed, and it has been abandoned until now.

"You go and order that pile, and I'll order two here." Lauty shouted as he pulled out his lighter and lit the pyre, which had long been soaked in fuel. At the agreed time period, as long as the fire on the ground is lit up in the air, it means that someone below will respond, and the Germans will safely launch an airdrop operation with the target of the fire.

While Lauti and Thorne were excitedly waiting for the Germans to arrive, a series of shouts rang out from outside the wall.

"There's a fire over there!"

"Who's there?"

"Someone is igniting a signal!"

"Ah...... Be careful, they have guns, I got shot. ”

Immediately the streets erupted in gunfire.

"Let's go, Pete, there's a squad of Scottish soldiers outside, we can't hold out for long." The accomplice who was out of the wind stood at the exit of the wall and yelled at his partner.

"The Germans have already started airdropping, and we can't leave them alone." Lauti ran towards the exit with a pistol.

"Oh,. I knew something was going to happen tonight. Thorne stamped his foot, pulled a Belgian SF wheel from his midfield, and followed Lauti towards the exit.

"What's going on, why didn't the people on the periphery raise the alarm."

Lauti turned to his companion cowering in the corner, then raised his hand and fired several shots at several dark figures around the corner across the street. Then I saw a muzzle flame on the opposite side, and the cement lamppost next to the door was hit with flames and debris flying.

"I don't know, originally we thought that the group of policemen would not dare to go around at night, but we didn't expect to meet the army, and the cowards on the periphery must have been afraid of exposing themselves, so they left us and slipped away."

"I said a long time ago that you can't trust those prostitutes, so you have nothing to say now. If we make it back alive this time, I'm going to cut off the testicles of that dead fat man with my own hands. Lauty retracted back to the post and gave himself a new magazine. He held his gun and froze, then turned sideways and opened fire on the soldiers opposite, emptying the magazine in a matter of seconds.

"Damn, I was hit, help me."

"Ah, they killed the sergeant, they killed the sergeant!"

There was a panicked exclamation from the other side. These soldiers were unsheltered in the streets. can only squat on the street corner to seek concealment, which is originally a bit of a loss in the terrain. Although they were armed with standard rifles, the weapons in the hands of the resistors were significantly more advantageous in such close-quarters combat.

"Throw grenades. Throw grenades. The fact that some of the soldiers finally remembered that they were still carrying such weapons sent a chill through Lauti's heart, and he hurriedly called his companions to take cover.

At this moment, suddenly a series of strange sounds were remembered in the air. Then out of the corner of her eye, Lauty caught a glimpse of a dazzling spark on the sidewalk across the street. The young Englishman hurriedly looked up, and saw a blue-gray umbrella flower slowly descending above his head, and a black figure hanging under the umbrella. The weapon in his hand continued to spit out long tongues of fire, and the snow-white muzzle flame pierced people's eyes.

The parachute landed right down the street next to the gate, and the paratrooper did not untie his parachute, but continued to shoot wildly at the corner with the weapon, and in the light of the fire, Lauty saw the satisfied smile on the other man's face.

"This is a bloodthirsty madman." This was the first impression that the German paratroopers made on the Englishman.

When it was confirmed that there was no more target worth shooting, the paratroopers released the trigger of the MG34, and the tall German strong man unloaded the handle of the machine gun, hung the murder weapon on the side of his body, and then began to pull the buckle of the umbrella strap and remove the umbrella on his body.

"Hey, excuse me, do you speak English?" Lauty asked cautiously, trying his best to make his tone appear kind, considering that the guy on the other side had turned an entire team of Scottish soldiers into rotten flesh in a dozen seconds.

"You're the Liberation Army of England, if you hadn't started the exchange of fire below, I would have thought you had fallen into a trap." The paratroopers rolled up their parachutes and shoved them into the hands of a member of the English Liberation Army standing aside.

"Deal with this thing, it's a good silk, you can take it back to make a shirt for your wife." The paratroopers speak English fluently.

"I, I don't have a wife."

"Then give it to your girlfriend, who of you is in charge here."

"It's me, sir, little Pete. Lauti. ”

"German Army Sergeant, Lehmann. Wolf, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"Fortunately." Lauti stretched out his hand with some hesitation, but was grasped tightly by the other party's big hand, and then the Englishman smiled happily.

"How many of you came, we don't know if the Scottish soldiers raised the alarm, maybe there is already a regiment of Scots rushing here."

"Wait a minute, our airdrop is fast, I'm the last to leave the cabin, the others should be in that direction, look, there's one." Sergeant Wolf waved his hand across the road, and saw a figure trotting towards him.

"Hello, Sergeant Major, I'm sorry, I'll go first." Wolf stepped forward and patted the other man on the arm.

"Hell, what's going on here, I see you're shooting at the ground."

"Our British friends had some minor troubles, which have now been resolved. By the way, did you see the captain? ”

"Where should it be over there, these are our English friends? Fortunately, I'm Sergeant Major Hafogan. The sergeant major slung the MP40 across his chest and held out his hand to Lauti, who was clearly the leader.

"Fortunately, little Pete. Lauti. Lauti quickly took the other party's hand and shook it vigorously.

At the suggestion of Hafogen and Wolff, members of the English Liberation Army began to re-establish defensive posts on the perimeter, not only to be able to stop the enemy, but to provide the first warning. Two German paratroopers stood guard at opposite ends of the street, waiting for their comrades to come and rendezvous.

Due to the height of the airdrop. The paratroopers were not too far apart, and it took five or six minutes before and after a seven-man parachute detachment was all gathered together.

"This is the person in charge of picking us up, Pete Jr. Lauti. Wolf told his commander.

"Fortunately, Mr. Lautty, German Army Captain Kaoririch." Hanging his paratrooper helmet from his waist, the handsome German captain put on his field cap, and the silver eagle emblem on the wall of the hat gleamed in the firelight.

"Fortunately, Captain. If you can, please leave here with us immediately. "Lauty has long been anxious, the appearance of this team of Scottish soldiers should be an accident, but who can guarantee that someone did not leak the news. After all, this organization has been established for less than three days, and the members in it are mixed, who knows if it will be mixed in with one or two Scotland Yard scouts.

"No problem, we can go at any time." Kaoririch raised his wrist and looked at the time. Nodding to his subordinates, the communications soldier erected the whip antenna on the radio and signaled the safe arrival with Morse code.

Just as the German special detachment landed in London. The British Empire's wartime cabinet command post was filled with a gloomy fog, like the scene before Judgment Day. Their prime minister has gone mad, everyone is aware of the problem, but no one dares to point out this fact publicly. Churchill's mind was disorganized, and he began to discern what was reality and what was out of his own imagination. He had confused illusion with reality, and he was seen giving an impassioned speech at an empty conference table.

"We haven't failed, we're not going to fail, yes. Do you know why? Hastings. Churchill's mouth was stuffed with burnt bacon, and grease trickled down the corners of his mouth. He hadn't cleaned his appearance for days, and his chin was now covered with short white stubble. The skin on his cheeks was loose and drooping, his eye sockets had collapsed, and his once-calm and wise eyes were now only flickering with panic and madness.

"He's scared, he's scared, and this man finally feels scared." Ismay felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure, he shouldn't have reacted this way as a friend, but for some reason, he just felt happy.

"I don't know, Winston." Ismay did not dare to show his true feelings, and at this time he could only follow the man's train of thought, which was the safest flow of conversation, and two colonels who thought they were smart had said the wrong thing, and were now fighting the Germans in soldiers' uniforms outside London.

"Because we have trump cards, we have trump cards, you know? Hastings. Churchill took a large sip of whiskey and swallowed the cured meat in his mouth.

"Our reinforcements are coming soon, we just need to hold out for a week, just a week, and everything will change. Then I will let the traitors, opportunists and their lackeys drown in a pool of their own blood. ”

"Reinforcements? I didn't know we had reinforcements, Winston. Ismay lowered her head and carefully sliced her portion of potato steak.

"The Americans, their weapons are still a week away in England, and they have agreed to sell us a thousand P40 fighters, all of which are the latest models, and Dowding assures me that this aircraft can easily defeat the Germans Messeschmidt." Churchill munched on the poached egg triumphantly and playfully squeezed his bloodshot eyes at Ismay.

"A thousand fighters? That's a big deal. Ismay knew that the other party was thinking about it again, where did the Americans get so many planes to sell to the British, and the equipment of their own air force was shabby and pitiful.

"Of course, we have four billion pounds of investment and real estate in the Americas, enough to buy the entire U.S. Air Force. We will also buy tanks, warships, we will order battleships, they will definitely be interested in this than a deal, those Americans only have money in their eyes. Churchill rudely picked up a napkin and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, then reached out and tore a leg from the roast chicken on the table.

"General Geertz is forming a reserve army at Birmingham, and he will soon be able to assemble an army of two hundred thousand men, and if we can draw the Germans outside London, he will be able to launch a surprise attack behind the enemy's flank. At that time, we should join forces with the outside world and encircle and annihilate the German landing corps under the city of London in one fell swoop, which will be another Verdun and Waterloo, and a turning point in the fate of Britain. When our relatives on opposite sides of the river intervene in this war, the Germans will surely have to roll back to their Black Forest, as they did last time, and I will have that blonde boy kneel on the steps of 10 Downing Street and beg for my forgiveness. Churchill gave a speech in high spirits, not caring that the meat crumbs in his mouth squirted onto Ismay's plate, and Mr. Adviser froze for a moment, then put down his knife and fork and signaled that he was done.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a staff officer walked into the room with a document. "Mr. Prime Minister, this is a report that the Admiralty has just gotten, and General Phillips has said that he must let you know about it immediately."

"Really?" Churchill picked up a napkin and wiped his oil-stained hands before taking the telegram.

"Hah!" Halfway through the sight, Churchill burst out laughing.

"I know you don't believe what I say, you all think I'm crazy." Churchill stood up and paced back and forth in the dining room with his hands behind his back.

"This ...... It's the turnaround I've been waiting for. Churchill read the report over and over again with excitement.

"The Germans intercepted a British convoy of transports, sank two of them, one of which was carrying American volunteers we had recruited, and two hundred Americans died at the hands of the German Navy. America is going to war, Hastings! The Americans are going to war. Churchill excitedly slapped the telegram in front of Ismay.

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