"Why is the alarm bell ringing again?" Leaning against the bunker near the shoreline, a British soldier holding his rifle looked boredly at the calm sea and asked his comrades beside him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The comrade-in-arms next to him was lighting a cigarette for himself, and when he heard his friend's question, he replied without raising his head: "What else can it be?" Isn't it just that the Germans are making trouble again? ”

Many of the British submarines and patrol boats have been on guard near the English Channel, and as soon as the German army is disturbed, the British coastline garrison will enter a state of martial law.

All the soldiers canceled their vacations, and everyone left the barracks and drove into bunkers with weapons on their backs, blankets and other messy things, waiting for a possible German landing.

With a yawn, the British soldier who spoke first complained: "Those officers don't use their brains, do the Germans train once, and we have to deal with it once?" ”

This is not the first combat readiness mobilization, this martial law began a long time ago, after the last time German bombers suddenly bombed the fortifications laid out along the coast of Britain.

"As far as our preparations are concerned, we will be completely finished when the Germans call, so let's cherish the good times in front of us." His friend lit a cigarette, then carefully stuffed the empty box into his pocket, and said gloomily.

Since a week ago, all soldiers' allotments of luxuries, including cigarettes and chocolate sweets, have been cancelled, alcohol is no longer available on the streets, and Britain no longer seems to have any stockpiles.

There were no cigarettes and things like candy and milk, and it wasn't the deadliest thing - the army had now begun to ration food, only two and a half meals a day, and half of breakfast, to save food.

The people seem to be more miserable, only at noon can they exchange ration coupons for food, and the rest of the time they have to rely on their own solutions, the whole family is hungry to survive, and the voices of complaining have long been noisy.

In 1922, during the German financial crisis, the government made a joke when they got married: a subsidy of 1 trillion German marks, or an English penny.

Now the situation seems to be reversed, the pound is about the same as waste paper, and some people are even willing to pay more than ten times the price in order to replace a bag of flour.

On the streets, some widows of military personnel who could not receive relief food became prostitutes for a bite to eat, and a tragic atmosphere of despair permeated everywhere.

"I don't want to die here...... If my wife doesn't get the relief food, she becomes like those people...... God, just thinking about it made me a mistake to be a soldier. Leaning against the pit wall of the trench, the soldier who spoke first sighed in despair.

His friend was no better: "I also regret it, I said it was for the motherland, but now we are going to starve to death on the front line." ”

At this time, along the coastline, some engineers with elderly volunteers, carrying shovels and pickaxes, walked into the distance with their heads bowed.

As the procession passed by, it attracted the attention of countless British soldiers in the trenches, who watched curiously at the group of old men in thick trench coats, and watched them pass by their positions with top hats and tools.

"I heard that the defense line over there hasn't been repaired yet?" The soldier with a cigarette in his mouth found a new topic and ended the sad conversation.

The British soldier who retreated from Dunkirk to the mainland along the way, who was also a veteran, sneered: "Not even half of it has been repaired, wait and see, the Germans will be shocked by our perfunctory approach." ”

The anti-landing bunker fortification group in Britain as a whole was not as strong as expected, and only one-fifth of the trenches between the machine-gun pillboxes were reinforced with reinforced concrete, and the rest were just ordinary trenches.

There are also not many areas covered by sandbags and barbed wire, and only a handful of mines have been laid. Now the British defenders were pitifully few machine guns, and they lacked all kinds of heavy weapons.

Britain's high-powered anti-tank guns are now no longer available, and the famous cannons in history have become scarce treasures.

On an average of a kilometer, there was only one anti-tank gun, and the machine-gun bunkers became the main pillar of the defensive line. Fortunately, the German navy was not very powerful, otherwise the British defense line would be in danger of collapsing in a round of shelling.

"I heard that when I came to work, I could give a meal...... These old men, who were not construction workers at all, signed up for the ......," the British soldier said, pointing to the old men with shovels in the distance.

"When do you think the Germans on the other side will have the ability to fight?" Feeling that his new topic was not very good, the smoking recruit asked another topic that he was interested in.

Although he is a newcomer to the army, he has participated in military training for a short period of time, and he can already be regarded as one of the soldiers on the battlefield with relatively high quality.

Farther away, a soldier heard that not even a single shot had been fired on the position, and even if there was plenty of ammunition, bullets had been classified as a scarce strategic material.

In order to stock up on ammunition and prepare for the German landing, army commanders no longer dared to waste ammunition on training.

As a result of the collapse of shipping, the British Army's ammunition will not be replenished for the next few days - all that is left in hand now is all the belongings.

If the Germans landed at this dangerous time, the British forces would have to barely fight. As for the results, everyone actually knows it.

Without counting naval interference, the success rate of the German landing is now as high as more than 80 percent, which is the main reason why Churchill and others have trouble sleeping.

"Be careful!" An officer with a document bag hurried past the fairly strong trench bunker: "The latest news from the radar station! The planes of the Germans have already taken off! ”

"My God, the Germans won't land at this time of day, will they?" Glancing at each other, the smoking British soldier nervously hugged his Li? Enfield rifles.

They couldn't help but not be nervous, and from the position where they were standing, more than 20 meters to the left, a machine gun was arranged in the reinforced concrete bunker. Counting on these weapons to prevent the German landing, everyone has no bottom in their hearts.

"Morning!" The veteran of the British army, who had experienced the real tempering of death in Dunkirk, waved his hand disdainfully, and then squinted at the sea in the distance: "When the German army attacked, it was not the peaceful appearance it is now. ”

At this moment, his mind was reminded of the desperate world in his eyes on the beach of Dunkirk.

The Stuka dive bomber swooped down from the sky with a heart-wrenching hiss that remained like a nightmare to this day.

At that time, he could only curl up on the ground with his helmet in his arms, crying loudly, hoping that death would not come and take his life.

Then, a huge explosion kicked up the surrounding gravel, and the smell of blood stinking into his nostrils made it difficult for him to breathe.

The sound of machine guns in my ears was incessant, then drowned out by the loud explosions, and then just recovered from the buzzing tinnitus, the sound of machine guns was still continuous.

Someone grabbed him by the collar, dragged him up from the ground, and forced him to keep walking. It wasn't until he reached a small boat that he realized that he had half an inch of shrapnel stuck in his shoulder.

Under the grey sky, Stuka passed by the ship he was on, perhaps because his ship was too small, or perhaps the other side had run out of ammunition...... In short, the other party did not mean to rush down the clouds, and everyone on the ship breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't until he saw the corpses of soldiers floating on the sea, the endless oil stains, the lifebuoys without their masters, and the shipwrecks with only masts left, that he realized that he had finally left the hellish place.

"Hey! I'm asking you! What did the Germans attack? The soldier with a cigarette pulled him back from his memories to reality, with a curious expression on his face.

Looking at the young face in front of him who had not really experienced the war, the same young but numb veteran replied with a cold face: "Believe me, you don't really want to know." ”

At this point, the scar on his shoulder still seemed to ache faintly. The mental wounds left by Dunkirk are still bloody at this moment.

"The enemy will fire at you from all sides, there are enemy planes above your head, there is no safe place to dodge, no one will hear the cry......" The veteran pressed the other man's shoulder, and said what he felt had been embellished.

But even so, the new soldier with the cigarette in his mouth was still frightened by the horrific scene in the veteran's mouth, and he held his weapon for a long time before he exhaled a puff of smoke.

"The planes of the Germans did not fly over the central axis! Alert canceled! After a few more moments, a British officer walked through the trench again, loudly informing him of the latest situation.

As usual, the Germans were just a routine training exercise, and although they had mobilized a number of ships, they clearly had no intention of landing on the British mainland.

Hearing the news, the oppressive atmosphere on the battlefield was finally broken. The recruits began to talk and laugh again, and the same was true for the smokers, whose faces immediately filled with a smile of satisfaction.

The veteran didn't smile, he still stood there with his weapon in his heavy overcoat, not knowing what he was thinking.

Only he knew in his heart that he remembered his comrades who died there on the edge of the coastline in the distance.

Those people died on the seashore of France, and he himself can still stand here and talk to others - this seems to be a kind of happiness, right?