Ireland eventually became independent, Northern Ireland was included in Irish territory, and Ireland joined the Axis powers as part of the bloc.

Scotland was not so lucky, and Germany gave up its support for Scotland, which allowed the chaos to be effectively contained immediately.

Calm was restored in the northern part of the British mainland, and the German takeover south of the Thames went very well.

New Prime Minister Clement? Richard? Attlee gave the order to retreat, and the British soldiers ceded a large number of cities under their control.

Guildford, Woking, Croydon, Reading...... And the whole of Cornwall, which has become a de facto occupation zone for Germany.

At noon on March 8, the German Waffen-SS Adolf? Tank No. 3, in which the commander of the 1st Company of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Panzer Regiment of the Hitler Guard Banner Division was ridden, drove into the city of London.

There were no flowers, no applause, and the streets were lined with rubble and ruins. London, which has experienced bombing and shelling, is much more miserable than expected.

The tanks crushed the gravel and made their way along the straight road, and the streets were lined with London civilians who watched with desperate and painful eyes as the German soldiers walked past them.

German SS soldiers carrying Mauser 98K rifles, a pair of dusty and muddy military boots stepped on the messy road, as if they were stepping on the hearts of the locals.

Some were crying softly, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive. Several German officials stood on the cross street, holding a map and pointing in the distance.

"The head of the regiment made them cry like this?" A German soldier with a submachine gun on his back held his chin high and whispered to his comrades walking beside him.

All the soldiers who entered the city of London were fully equipped, and they borrowed a lot of things from friendly forces to make themselves the best equipped soldiers in the world.

The SS soldiers wore new tactical harnesses in the shape of an H, raincoats and field tents rolled together.

Underneath there is a kettle lunch box, a cylindrical gas mask, and next to it are bags of dry food and bayonets. Some have sapper shovels behind them, others tactical camouflage smocks behind them.

All had magazines on their chests, and most had grenades in their belts. They marched in full order to take over half of the enemy's capital.

"The regimental commander also does not have the authority to order a shot here...... This is London, not a field zone. The soldier, who was walking next to the submachine gunner, replied in a low voice.

Soldiers walked neatly on both sides of the road, one tank after another, armored vehicles and trucks, waddling in the middle of the road.

"The mood has been ruined by this group of fools, we are the victors, not here to listen to their crying." Many Germans were complaining that the whole team seemed to have lost the joy of victory.

"When people are no longer loyal, we remain loyal!" Suddenly, from some corner, a German soldier raised his head loudly, because he was pulling his throat, and half of the lyrics were out of tune.

But no one cares about this detail, because war songs want to be loud and uplifting. So some people sang and started to sing along, and their voices were hoarse and made people want to laugh: "There should still be a flag for you on the earth!" ”

"Our young friends have become images of that better era! They make us manly and experience the death of love. As he walked, the shooter, who was carrying an MG-42 machine gun, shook his head and sang along.

And beside him, more soldiers sang along: "Never try to come near us and bring us to our knees, our loyalty is like the German oak tree, and like the glory of the sun and the moon!" ”

The soldiers in the tank also spoke, holding their weapons and looking down at the beggars of London civilians on the side of the road: "This loyalty will shine again in all the brothers!" to return them to the source of love and hate. ”

When the singing grew louder and louder, and thousands of soldiers began to sing, the small weeping of the citizens of London was drowned out.

With the singing, the steps of the German soldiers also became more orderly, and all the soldiers held their heads high, and one by one the M35 steel helmets swayed with the pace, forming a stream of steel along the street.

"Boom! Knock knock! "Outside, amid the singing of the mountains, there was a knock on the door of an apartment.

The man opened the door nervously, and saw several SS soldiers with weapons on their backs, standing at their door.

"Sir! We want to requisition your balcony, please cooperate! A German soldier who was fluent in Britain spoke politely.

Without waiting for the man to refuse, the soldier behind the German army rushed into the room with a neatly stacked bright red flag.

Under the horrified gaze of the hostess, and in the bewildered eyes of several children, the fanatical SS soldier leaned out of the window and unfurled a huge German flag in the breeze.

And when the flag was unfurled, the SS soldiers in the room also sang to the feverish song: "The heroes of this period struggled, and now that they have won, Satan has begun to plan a new list." ”

"You can't tear down this flag, or the gendarmes will arrest you and send you to Poland." The English-speaking German soldier lit a cigarette while stepping on the clean floor with his dirty leather boots.

"You're British?" Hearing the accent of the German soldier, the man had the courage to ask.

"I was born in England and am of German descent...... 37 years to return to China. The German replied with a smile, and handed the man a cigarette.

"I used to go to school in Oxford." As he walked out of the house, the young German soldier added this sentence and followed his comrades down the wooden staircase.

"As he constructed, to love the time of his life! You shouldn't forget about us, oh, those gorgeous dreams. In the hallway, you can still hear their singing voices clearly.

I don't know why, hearing these German soldiers singing such songs as they walked through the streets, the hearts of British civilians swelled up with the sadness that they were no longer British.

Their homeland has been defeated, and their land is about to become the territory of another country. In the future, they will only be able to call themselves Germans, and this will be Germany.

Germany...... What a distant country it used to be for the people here. The country that had flaunted its might in the last war still failed to pose a mortal threat to Britain.

However, twenty years later, what Kaiser Wilhelm II did not do, a man named Adolf? Hitler's men did it, and this cannot but be emotional.

Will Britain still be able to rise? Will His Majesty be able to return? Everyone thought about such a sad question in their hearts, and watched one German army after another, passing in front of them.

"Those who quietly look at the stars below can be our witnesses, when all the brethren are silent and feel that they believe in the wrong God." On the street, an Opel lightning truck with artillery whizzes by, and soldiers on it sit in ammunition boxes and sing songs.

A German motorcyclist in a handsome leather coat parked his BMW on the side of the road and watched everyone on the street through his goggles.

Dietrich, dressed in the SS general's dress, sat in his convertible and drove slowly through the streets, surrounded by soldiers and tanks.

The German soldiers, who knew that their commander had arrived, sang even harder, and the majestic singing accompanied by the sound of leather boots hitting the ground made every German commander excited: "We don't want to break the words of the past, not all boys grow up the same ......"

Dietrich, who was deeply affected, also hummed along, tapping his finger on the top edge of the door of the convertible: "I just want to spread and tell the beauty of the German Empire." ”

An armored car with a truck stopped in front of the tallest government building on the south bank of the River Thames, and then a decent German officer jumped out of the truck and walked up to the British officer waiting at the door.

Standing in front of the other party, he raised his arm and saluted a standard German hand salute: "I officially accept here on behalf of Germany!" ”

Behind him, the 20 mm cannon on the armored car was pointed gloomily ahead, and a large number of German soldiers had jumped out of the truck.

The soldiers began to line up on the side of the road, and a squad leader shouted a command, in which the neat German soldiers stood in a standard line.

The British ** official stood there, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, and behind him, on the tall flagpole above the building, a British rice flag was being slowly lowered.

Not far away is the bridge across the River Thames, Tower Bridge in London, built in 1894.

It was not destroyed in the war, but in a few hours, it was split in two and became a bridge between the two countries at the same time.

Seeing the flag belonging to Britain slowly falling, the British ** official couldn't bear it anymore and began to cry silently.

If he had a free choice, he would rather die in the previous battle than live to see such a sad scene.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in reality. He is still alive and must complete the task given to him by his superiors......

British soldiers and British civilians crowded the bridge, wanting to leave the German occupation zone. The Germans turned a blind eye to such things, and they were unwilling to control more British civilians than they expected.

After all, they didn't have much food to waste, and with the exception of some who had been named by the Führer and had to stay, Germany did not severely restrict the personal liberty of British civilians in the occupied territories.

Of course, such arbitrariness will end on March 9. At that time, anyone who wants to cross the border will have to go through strict inspections.