At 11 p.m. on D-Day, on the main road from Dover to Dill, a small Austin Tilly was heading in the direction of Dille. Like an agile antelope, the car, painted in brown and grass green camouflage, deftly navigated potholes and obstacles, maintaining a speed of 50 kilometers per hour.

"Slow down, Edward, don't be so fast, God! Watch out for that pit! Lieutenant Howard of the British Army clutched the handle of the co-pilot seat and shouted to his comrades. They finally escaped from that hell, but they didn't want to die on this road because of a car accident for no reason, it was ridiculous.

"Don't worry, Andy, you have to believe in my skills, I'm a professional and I've competed in three World Rally Races." Lieutenant Edward comforted his friend with confidence, holding the steering wheel with one hand and pressing on the gear with the other, refueling and shifting gears, with a calm demeanor and a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

Tilley is the nickname of this vehicle model, before the war British Army had a single variety of vehicles, lack of small vehicles, the British Army placed orders with some civilian car companies, requiring a lightweight passenger and cargo model to be improved on the basis of civilian cars. In fact, the rear body of the sedan is changed into a cargo car, which seems to be a kind of pickup, but unlike the pickup, the front cab of the Tilly car is connected to the cargo compartment, and the structure is more like a mid-jeep that appeared in the late World War II.

Edward's Tilley was produced by the old British Austin Automobile Factory, and the base model of the modification was the famous Austin Type 8 sedan, which was structurally strong and reliable, equipped with a 900cc four-cylinder gasoline engine, and could reach speeds of up to 70 kilometers per hour.

"You've raced three Grand Prix, but you haven't finished all of them, I don't want to be killed by you, hell ......" Tilley's car jerked around a mound of dirt in the road, and a woman's scream rang out in the back compartment.

"It's all right, ladies. Don't worry, at this rate, we'll be there before lunch, and we'll be safe there. Edward took the wheel. Turning his face to the back compartment, he said.

"Hey! Look at the road! Buddy! Look at the road! Howard shouted in fright.

"You're such a coward, Howard, you see you're not as good as two ladies." Edward turned his head to disdain at his friend's fuss.

"Annie, it's okay for you and Katie to be in the back. If you don't sit comfortably, I can switch positions with you. Howard turned his head and said to the two beautiful female soldiers in the back compartment.

Anne is a beautiful black-haired woman with big eyes and a nose, snowy skin and red lips, and a soft and delicate facial line, which looks like a statue of a handmaiden in the temple of the Greek moon goddess. Katie is a standard Scottish beauty, with fiery red hair coiled high, revealing a snow-white slender neck, and a boat-shaped hat buttoned crookedly above her head. There are a few faint freckles on her delicate cheeks, which not only do not spoil her beauty, but add a bit of innocence and playfulness. The two beauties still maintained an elegant demeanor in the bumpy rear compartment, but each of them had a trace of worry and trepidation in their expressions, and their mouths were slightly open and their eyebrows were frowning, which could be called my pity.

"It's okay, Howard, we're just a little worried, how long will it be before we get to your base, you promised to take us to London. I can trust you, Howard. Seeing the beauty in a sad and frightened way, Howard's male instinct instantly awakened, and the adrenaline secretion and hormone index soared wildly. Suddenly, he was full of enthusiasm and full of pride.

"Of course, my dear, you can trust me, a little faster! Edward, we're going to get to Dill as soon as possible. Howard shouted back to the former pro racer.

"Don't worry, man, at this rate. It will take twenty minutes at most. Katie, when we get to the base, you two remember to follow us closely, don't talk to anyone else, and take a little rest after lunch, and we'll go together in the afternoon. Edward smoothly shifted gears, pressed the throttle hard, and the tiny Tilley picked up speed again and sped forward like a blistering speed.

Howard patted his comrade on the shoulder, and then nodded vigorously at the two beauties with what he thought was the most determined expression. Seeing the beauties smile at him again, Howard turned back in relief.

They and the two beauties met on the streets of Dover. Howard was the company commander of the Army's Coastal Garrison Company at Fort Dear, and Edward was the company commander of the Garrison Company at Fort Wolman. The lives of these two people have been entangled since elementary school, the two of them went to elementary school together, went to middle school together, took the military school together, were assigned to the coastal garrison camp where their father did not love their mother, they were promoted to company commanders together, and finally they were thrown together on Deer Beach, and in the end the forts where the two were stationed were less than two kilometers apart. These two people are like conjoined babies, the hardcore of irons, the best of sworn friends.

Yesterday before dinner, the two of them received an order from the Dover Command to go to the Dover Command immediately for a meeting. The two lieutenants, who did not even have time to eat, jumped into the only Tilly of the two infantry companies and galloped all the way to Dover.

The meeting was as boring as usual, except for a whole bunch of clichés, just picking up the week's defense plan and the newsletter codelist. Why is it called this week?,Because the group of bigwigs in London engaged in wargames in three days and two ends.,Push once and a bunch of new ideas pop up.,And then start to change the plan.,Make a plan.,From version 1.0 to rx0080mkii version,It's simply the rhythm of the week.。 So basically every week, a booklet will be made, sometimes it will be sent by the herald of the headquarters, and sometimes they will be called to Dover to get it, depending on the mood of the commander, for example, the battalion commander misses everyone a little on this day, so he gathers for a meeting and dinner.

For this defense plan, Howard thinks that it is not even worth being a toilet reader, because the paper is too hard and easy to hurt the delicate PP. Howard's company was similar to a humanoid alarm in the plan, they only needed to howl when they saw the Germans, they didn't expect them to be able to resist the Germans' attack, the two companies couldn't even get a rifle, and the guy who ordered them to fight would be scolded for being inhumane.

After the meeting, the big guys rushed to the officer's restaurant for dinner, and several garrison company commanders began to complain to the battalion commander after pouring a few puffs of draft beer, the Royal Air Force is incompetent, the Royal Navy is brainless, our army is not powerful, and the gods and horses are all floating clouds. Howard and Edward couldn't see this ugliness. They quietly said hello to the battalion commander, drove away from the fortress, and ran to the city of Dover.

The two lieutenants happily drove straight to the bar they frequented, and the owner of the shop had a military background. In the past, only officers from the base and the surrounding area were received, and in addition to the abundant supply of food and a variety of alcohol, you could also buy a lot of strange things that could not be found in the market.

As they parked their car, they met Anne and Katie, who were standing on the street looking around. The two lieutenants were instantly captivated by each other's beauty. This is followed by a pleasant pick-up, an invitation, and dinner. The two beauties are female soldiers of the Royal Air Force Women's Volunteer Corps of Dover, one is a corporal and the other is a private, working as telephone operators in the Air Force Communications Department of the base, and there are just two days off, and the two of them asked friends out for dinner, but they did not expect to be released pigeons.

The men on both sides are tall and handsome, the women are delicate and charming, and they are both soldiers. There are a lot of common topics, the two sides talk happily, and after a while, they become acquainted, everyone is an adult, and after a full meal, they can't help but have some other ideas, and the atmosphere soon becomes ambiguous.

During the war, the term became the justification for the indulgence of countless British men and women at that time, and the couple soon found a small inn, and the scene has not been described in detail since. One o'clock in the morning. Just when everyone was sleeping soundly, the bombardment of German heavy artillery began.

Two couples woke up from their beds, ran downstairs with their clothes wrapped in sheets, and hid in a bomb shelter dug in the backyard of the hotel. This night. They spent their time in fear and hesitation. In the backyard of this hotel, you can directly see the Dover White Rock in the distance, on which the fortress was built.

Dense fireballs rose in the fortress, and rumbling thunder continued to roll in the air. They saw the magnificent Dover Castle collapse against the backdrop of firelight, and they saw a deflected cannonball break a five-story building two blocks away from them, sending a huge fireball up. Countless debris and flaming debris were thrown into the air, and then scattered to the rooftops and alleys of the surrounding houses, and people screamed and shouted like crazy, but they couldn't hear their own voices at all. The blast wave tore through brick walls, ripped off electrical wiring, broke street lamps, shattered the glass of entire rows of buildings, and rained crystal down the streets.

The terrifying power of the large-caliber heavy artillery caused a great psychological shadow in the hearts of the two young men and women, who began to doubt whether they would live to see the end of this war. The two pairs snuggled up to each other and hid in the shallow hole in the ground, shivering, the women began to cry quietly, and the men gritted their teeth with blushing faces, staring at the flames of the explosion, their bodies trembling slightly with each roar.

They found that if the castle they were guarding was shelled in this way, it would only take a minute to reduce the two spectacular-looking buildings to rubble. They are starting to feel some worries about their future.

The shelling did not begin to thin out until after nine o'clock in the morning, when the entire city of Port Dover was completely unrecognizable, with ruins everywhere, rubble and ruins, collapsed houses blocking the streets, a large number of fires eventually gathered into a sea of fire, thick black smoke hung over the city, soldiers ran and shouted, the wounded wept and wailed, and the scene seemed to be the end of the world.

The two pairs of men and women put on their military uniforms and walked out of the door of the hotel tremblingly, but they were surprised to find that the Tilly parked in front of the door was unscathed, not even a piece of paint was wiped off, and it was still parked quietly in front of the hotel.

Edward and Howard were overjoyed, and hurriedly got into the car to start the fire, hearing the rhythmic roar of the engine, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, surrounded by the iron sheet of the carriage, which gave them a lot of security.

Howard asked the two female soldiers where they could stay and they could drive them there. Unexpectedly, the two beauties made an unexpected request, they wanted to go back to London.

Last night, they watched the tower of the Air Force Communications Office in a corner of the fortress be blown to pieces, and the horrific sight frightened them, and the romantic feelings of those who had served in the army and defending the country had become so illusory in front of the cruel reality, they didn't want to die so miserably like their friends on duty that night. They decided to leave the dangerous city and return to their home in London while they still had time.

They begged if Howard and Edward could be sent out of the city if it was convenient for them, and they would find a way to get a ride home.

Looking at the expectant eyes of the beautiful women, the men stepped aside to discuss, and finally the two ensigns not only agreed to take each other out of the city, but even expressed their willingness to send them back to London in person.

Howard and Edward actually had their own plans. Seeing that the German firepower was so fierce, it was obvious that the battle could not be won, and the two lieutenants had actually discussed it privately at night, and the Germans were obviously preparing for the landing. It was only a day or two at most before going ashore, and with the scrap wood under his command, there was no way to survive if the war began, and surrender might be a solution, but I heard that the life of the German prisoner of war camp seemed to be very difficult.

Just when they were struggling to find a way out. The demands of the two beauties dazzled their eyes. Judging by the upbringing, conversation and posture of these two women, they will definitely not be from ordinary families, and if they are sent to London, maybe they can develop further relationships and find another way out.

So the four of them got out of the city of Dover in the Tilly and went straight down the county road to Dilre.

"Now we are on the Deere Highway, beyond the Executioner's Trail to the Dover Highway, and beyond the Station Trail, on the side of which is a farmstead called Westcave. When the host was still there, Edward and I often visited there. Now the farm has been requisitioned by the Army, and the owner is said to have gone to the United States, some say Chilean. Anne, have you ever been to the United States? Howard gushed about the beauty along the way.

"I've been to the United States with my father, we've been to New York, Washington and Chicago, and I don't like it, there's a nouveau riche atmosphere in society, but it's a nice view, and we're on a train across the American West. The magnificence of the scene was so mesmerizing that it was impossible to describe it in words, and I had seen red-skinned Indians, and I was very impressed by the savage culture. Anne smiled at Howard.

"It's enviable. Edward and I have never left England, and if I have the chance, I will definitely go out and see it. While Anne spoke, Howard had been nodding and smiling reservedly, but his heart was already happy. He had already decided that the beauty in front of him must be a rich girl, where could an ordinary girl have such a rich experience. And so on. Katie's family background, which is on par with Anne, must not be far behind.

Howard turned his head and found that Edward was also turning his face to look at him, and the two of them had already had a tacit understanding in their hearts, and then exchanged a knowing look with a smile.

"Ahead is the executioner's trail...... Ay? How can there be a checkpoint here? We weren't there when we came. ”

The Executioner's Trail and Dover Highway form a crossroads, and on one side of the intersection is an old cottage that Howard remembers as Gatget's Farm. Now on the road next to the farm, two rows of herringbone deer with a circle of barbed wire wrapped around them, and on one side of the barricade a shooting bunker with a Bren machine gun mounted on it with sandbags, and a Wolseley military vehicle parked next to the bunker. A dozen gendarmes with red hats and large brims stood behind the barricades, one of them holding up a stop warning sign at Tilly and waving his other hand to the side to signal him to pull over.

"What the hell, don't talk for a while, leave it to me." Edward turned to the woman in the back box and whispered, then slowed down and slowly stopped next to the barricade.

"Sir, please show me your ID." Several gendarmes approached, and the lead sergeant saluted Edward before extending his hand to him.

"I'm Lieutenant Edward of the Fort Wolman garrison company, and what happened, I remember that there was never a checkpoint here."

"Military secrets, I have no comment." The gendarmes took their papers and compared Edward's photographs back and forth.

"Your papers, sir." The gendarme lowered his head and said to Howard on the co-pilot's side.

"No problem." Howard pulled his credentials out of the chest pocket of his uniform and handed them to the gendarmerie sergeant.

"The two young ladies in the back, please show your ID." The gendarme didn't look through Howard's papers, he looked down at the two female soldiers sitting in the back compartment through the window.

"Are you looking for someone? Is it a paratrooper or a German spy. Edward took their papers from the two female soldiers and handed them to the gendarmerie.

"I have no comment, sir."

The gendarme looked back and forth at the documents in his hand, and then looked down at the car, then turned around and walked to the barricade and muttered quietly to the other gendarmes.

Edward felt that something seemed to be wrong with the situation, under normal circumstances, the general gendarmes read the documents, and immediately let people go after thinking that there was no problem, but today they did not do so, could it be that they have committed something?

While Edward was thinking, several gendarmes slowly approached, and they stood around Tilly's car to form a faint encirclement, and the gendarmerie sergeant walked to the door and saluted Edward again.

"Please get out of the car with Lieutenant Howard, we're going to ask you a few questions, and the two ladies will stay in the car first, and I hope you can cooperate." After saying that, the lieutenant of the gendarmerie took two steps back, put his hand on the holster on his waist, and several gendarmes slightly raised the muzzle of the Thomson submachine gun in their hands and pointed it at Tilly in front of him.

"Okay, okay, I'm willing to cooperate." Edward shouted loudly, pushing the car door open and getting out of the car, spreading his hands outwards to show that he was not ready to resist.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, for the routine, I hope you'll be considerate. Please come with me with Lieutenant Howard, we have set up an office at Gagette Farm. It's just a routine investigation, and if there are no problems, we'll let you go right away. The second lieutenant of the gendarmerie stood on the side of the road, his arms outstretched, pointing to the farmhouse beside him. Chiefs, please come here. ”

Howard stood on the side of the car and turned to Anne in the car and smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's okay, we'll be back soon." With that, he hurried a few steps to catch up with Edward, and the two officers, escorted by the gendarmes, walked towards the farm. (To be continued.) )