Speaking of which, don't look at these people who have been on the fringes of society, as if they exist in another plane. However, the dark forces of society never imprison themselves, and they have long built up a dense network of relationships and power systems over a long period of time, demarcating their spheres of influence and margins of interests according to race, industry, and even financial resources.

Some of London's East End underground groups date back to Queen Victoria, and their underground networks extend not only throughout the UK mainland but also across the colonies, involving all areas of commerce, both legal and illicit, particularly the human trade and the smuggling of drugs and weapons.

These people are born with a contempt for authority and law, and the only thing that can bind them is the ancient rules that have been handed down since ancient times, the so-called dark justice. In the eyes of some old guys, this time the government's actions have trampled on all the bottom lines, and Churchill clearly wants to cut their roots, which is a blatant declaration of war on the underworld.

But before they could mobilize their resources and connections to start the operation, Scotland Yard and the army dealt them another heavy blow. The police and the military gathered some of the members of the social groups they had previously identified to be executed on a construction site on the outskirts of the city, and it is said that the scene was very tragic, with dozens of people hanging like cattle on rough gallows, and signs of the same size were hung around the necks of the deceased, with the words "traitor", "traitor", "German spy" written on it.

To everyone's further uneasiness, it is said that this is only the first batch of reports from the government, and Churchill is not satisfied with this, and his order is to exterminate all anti-government groups in the East End. This involves not only vibrant associations, but also independents, anarchists and even a small group of opposition party members, all of whom have one thing in common, all of whom are dissatisfied with Churchill and his policies.

In the past, such news would have been dismissed as rumors, because such plans were proposed, not to mention the reaction of the general public to them. Even the parliament will not be able to pass this hurdle, and maybe it will be impeached, and the entire cabinet will fall because of this, and be spurned for a thousand years. But it was a time of war, and the German siege was imminent, and Churchill had enough power and strength to give the order to carry out this ridiculous plan.

During the day on the third day, the rain was still pouring down, and several more besieged neighborhoods were cleared, and the police and army, who had already seen the blood, behaved even more brutally. Even the slightest verbal protest was violently dragged aside by the thugs and violently violent, while several men trying to defend their families were shot dead in the streets in front of their loved ones.

This cannot continue like this, this is a violation of the law and justice, and some people of insight have raised their voices of indignation. Churchill and his lackeys are now more fascist than Italy and Germany, and his actions have long since surpassed the power given to him by the king, and even the most noble reasons cannot hide their bloody and criminal nature.

Some long-dormant institutions and organizations began to surface, and they were able to connect with survivors in the East Side through their networks. They did not hesitate to use their own channels and manpower to help those who resisted, and did not care at all that they would be exposed to Churchill's eyes and attract the attention of the other party. That's when you can see the bottom line of those organizations. In just one day, they rescued thousands of people from the police encirclement.

These organizations have the financial resources and connections to do so, as well as a lack of management expertise underground, and quickly bring together a loose organization. The Germans were gaining victories. Everyone saw a possibility and the benefits to be gained after success, and after deliberation, the big and small minds hit it off and decided to gamble big.

"We give the most and get the least."

"We are the cornerstone of this country. but was ruthlessly trampled on by the powerful. We are the creators of wealth, but we have never enjoyed the fruits of our labor. ”

"We have been oppressed, enslaved, and now slaughtered. When the time comes for us to make our voices heard, all the working people should unite, we should not be afraid of the lords who are high up, and when we show the strength of unity, it is they who should be afraid. ”

"Today in the East End is our tomorrow, and sooner or later those bloodthirsty nobles will have to attack all the poor people."

"We can't be silent any longer, and the blood of the people of the East Side can't be shed in vain."

"As we lined up in the rain to receive that pitiful ration, while the magnates and capitalists were tasting steaks and caviar in lavishly decorated restaurants, I couldn't help but ponder what was causing this difference, and what had happened to England."

"The bomb will never fall on the heads of those old men, because the RAF is doing its best to protect the nobles in the Western End."

"The proletariat of the whole world is brothers and sisters, and we must defeat the royal families and magnates who lie on us and suck the blood, and build a fair and free society."

"The capitalists are starting to jump over the wall, they are desperate, and when freedom comes, we will ring the death knell for these vampires."

A series of incendiary slogans spread quietly among the low-level residents of the city, and these low-class people, who were living in a state of confusion, suddenly found their eyes opened, as if all the questions they had previously buried in their hearts had been answered, and they all had a longing for a better life and a desire to escape the miserable situation, and these incitements were just right to ignite their blood, and the brutality of the police and the army intensified their hatred.

"So, you founded the English Liberation Army, you mean, this organization has only been born for two days now." Lieutenant Colonel Maiko felt that he could not describe what he had heard, and he looked at the leisurely middle-aged man in front of him and asked.

It was a Caucasian man in his forties, with brown hair and a slightly receding hairline. Wearing a clean gray suit, the material is ordinary but the workmanship is very exquisite, with a pair of rimless round glasses, and a pair of lake-blue eyes behind the lenses.

"Although this organization has just been founded, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, we have a strong mass base, most of which are the working class and low-level citizens who have been oppressed by the government and the chaebol elites, and there are many honest citizens with a sense of justice. Now we have more than 10,000 people scattered throughout the London metropolitan area, and we have comrades in many key positions, and even there are many righteous people in the government who support and sympathize with us. Together, these men will be a formidable force, and I think Mr. Lieutenant Colonel should be able to understand what I mean. One of his men brought a pot of black tea, and the middle-aged man lifted the teapot to fill Maiko's teacup.

"Mr. Smith."

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel."

"I don't think you're bringing me here just to tell me about these things, I guess it's better to be honest and get what out of me, or what can I do for you? Let's start with that, I'm just a lieutenant colonel in the Air Force, not one of those high-level commanders who can influence the tide of battle. Lieutenant Colonel Maiko stroked his helmet on the side of the table, and he calmly inquired.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, you are more important to us than you think." Smith motioned for his men to put refreshments on the table. "Taste, Lieutenant Colonel, it's fresh cream, not one of those artificial colors."

Seeing Miko smiling and sitting unmoved, Smith shook his head with a wry smile.

"You Germans never believe in pie-in-the-sky, which may be a good quality, but after your paranoid personality ferments, it becomes worthless if you don't get it yourself. That's why you start foreign wars again and again, because you don't believe that you can solve the contradictions without using your hands. Bismarck is an outlier among you, and God willing, you have only one Bismarck. Smith picked up the teaspoon and stirred the black tea with milk and honey.

"But now you have a new Führer, and I confess that he is the most special of all the leaders I have not yet understood. Perhaps there really were apostles, and God was so partial to the Germans. ”

Seeing that Lieutenant Colonel Maiko's face changed slightly, Smith hurriedly raised his hand to apologize. "Forgive me for my rudeness, I should not have spoken of the apostle in your presence. Well, I'll be blunt, the English Liberation Army needs the help of the German army, we have common goals and enemies, and we don't have conflicts of interest, and I think these conditions are enough for us to build a good relationship.

We can help the German military with many missions that are difficult for you to accomplish, and in some ways the German army needs us more than we need you. I think my men have shown you that we are quite kind, and now we just need you to make some small return and help us get in touch with the Germans. We have called many times, but apparently the other party does not trust us, and we are looking for a link to communicate, and God has sent you and your men to us. ”

Smith stretched out his hand to Maiko, and the Luftwaffe lieutenant colonel thought for a moment, then decisively stretched out his hand and shook it with the other party.

"I understand, I will help you get in touch with your superiors, and you still need to communicate the specific situation."

Just as Smith and Mike were having a good time, a young man walked up to Smith and whispered a few words to him, and then Smith said to Mike with an apologetic face.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant Colonel, but our men only saved your bombardier, Sergeant Stauffen. Another of your subordinates refused to communicate with my men, and he opened fire on the men I sent to rescue him, before surrendering to the police who arrived on their way.

"Oh, it's all my fault, poor Film, I ordered him to surrender to the police." Lieutenant Colonel Maiko looked bitter and prayed that his squadron leader would not have an accident, otherwise he would explain to the bride-to-be.

Thank you so much, your support is really strong, and I will continue to work hard, and I will not relax and come up with a more exciting plot, thank you to everyone. Thank you all for your support. (To be continued.) )