The skies over Southampton have been flooded with war.

Airplanes appeared frequently, and a large number of bombs and incendiary bombs rained down. Fortunately, in consideration of post-war reconstruction, the Axis forces did not use more powerful weapons. For the British in Southampton and the Allies stationed here, this was probably the only place they could be "thankful for".

The Allied forces under Dontanner's command are also desperately fighting back, and the Allied air forces, which are constantly reinforced, are also fighting to the death against the Axis air forces in a small space. No one wants to give up fighting easily, and everyone knows what Southampton means for the war as a whole.

The sky is whistling, the earth is whistling, and the cannons are whistling. Southampton has become a battlefield, about to be filled with blood and corpses.

It was obvious that in the fierce air battle, the Allied air forces, which were not well prepared, were gradually losing air superiority, and they were losing the initiative on the battlefield little by little under the attack of the powerful air forces of the Axis powers.

This worries Dontanner, but what can he do? He couldn't go to the skies in person and take part in this fiery battle. The only thing he can do is that his fighter can hold on to the sky for as long as possible, and delay for himself as much as possible.

However, it now seems that even this willingness will be difficult to achieve.

An Allied fighter plane was emitting smoke in the air, and it tried to control it, but it was a difficult target to achieve. The pilot bounced out of the cabin and watched his fighter plane plant towards the ground. And the fate of the pilots. It's not much better than your own plane. When the white parachute cloud dispersed, it quickly became the target of the enemy fighters, and the merciless bullet indifferently completely submerged into his body. The white cloud withered in an instant.

This is just a microcosm of the whole air war.

The air battle had now been underway, and every Allied commander who watched knew that they were about to lose support from the air, and that they were about to brave the overhead bombardment and bullets to deal with the attack from the ground. This is probably the saddest part of them.

"General Johnard, I think we can start attacking."

Johnner put down the binoculars in his hand: "Colonel, do you know that His Excellency the Baron is in Southampton. ”

Colonel Colham was taken aback, he couldn't believe what he had heard. My God. His Excellency the Baron is actually in Southampton? If those frantically dropped bombs accidentally injure His Excellency the Baron, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"But we don't have to worry." Johnner's heart was probably filled with confidence in the Baron: "My father has always told me that no bullet in this world can hurt a Baron. Not a single shell could find a trace of the baron. Maybe when I start attacking, His Excellency the Baron will give us a big surprise. ”

Colonel Colham shrugged, he didn't have the same self-confidence as General Johnner.

Johnnar suppressed his smile: "Colonel, let's start." 2nd Skeleton Infantry Regiment. The 3rd Skeleton Panzer Regiment was the first to go on the offensive. Before tonight. Wipe out all the defenders on the outside of Southampton! ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." Colonel Colham replied calmly.

On 11 October 1966, the Axis Assault Group, consisting of the Waffen-SS Skeleton Division, the 9th and 11th Wehrmacht Divisions, and the 1st Division of the Royal Army, launched a powerful offensive against Southampton under the command of General Jarner.

At this time, the first line of defense was the 36th Brigade of the U.S. Marine Corps, nicknamed "Scarlet Rose", commanded by Colonel Enrique. This brigade has always had a very glorious tradition, they participated in the First World War, and since the outbreak of the Third World War, they have been put into the battlefield. They always like to say the mantra: "Our roses were white." But it was stained red with blood."

And their opponents are even more full of combat experience. Participated in all three World Wars, formerly known as the "Skeleton Commando", the German Waffen-SS skeleton division! Colonel Colham, who was the leader of the 2nd Skeleton Infantry Regiment, knew what kind of responsibility he was carrying. He glanced at Maxim, who was standing in front of him. Feng. Major Stroop then asked in a steady voice, "Major Stroop, are your commandos ready?" ”

"Yes, Colonel, the skeleton lancers are ready for battle!"

"Skeleton Lancers" - this is the nickname that everyone gave to the "SS Stralupp First Class Commando".

Those who join this force always see themselves as the Skeleton Baron's guard, guarding the Baron's side by the will of death to conquer anyone who tries to pose a threat to the Baron. In their eyes, there will always be only two kinds of people: the living and the dead!

No matter how dangerous the battle may be, these brave and loyal skeleton lancers never disappoint......

Colonel Colham couldn't see the slightest expression on his face: "I heard that the Americans across from you are called 'Scarlet Roses', do you know where the nickname comes from?" ”

"Of course, of course I know." Major Stroop replied calmly: "In the First World War, the American army that was their predecessor was ordered to hold their position, and for a full 19 days, in the face of the absolute superiority of the German army, they firmly held the position, their commander was killed, and a blood-stained rose was found on his body, so they have had such a nickname since then." ”

"Yes, they held out for 19 days under the attack of the overwhelmingly superior German army...... "Colonel Colham sighed softly, "in this sense, it is very worthy of my admiration." However, it is no longer the First World Realm. Major Stroop, I know that you value honour more than your own life, and I can tell you that Baron Skeleton is in Southampton at this moment. ”

Major Stroop's whole body suddenly became refreshed. Nothing could be more exciting than this news.

Colonel Colham could fully understand what his subordinates were thinking: "You are the Skeleton Baron's Guard, and the entire Skeleton Division is the Baron's Guard. So I now order you to break into Southampton in the shortest possible time, and the Baron needs to be guarded by his side. ”

"I'm glad you were able to entrust such a task to me." Major Stroop raised his right arm straight: "All for Germany!" ”

All the strength of the "Skeleton Lancers" appeared on the battlefield. "Leopard VII.", "Destroyer 3", and "Moder Assault Gun" all couldn't wait to let out a roar. The infantry accompanying the armored vehicles were also eager to try it out.

"Skeleton Lancers - Forward!" In this order from Major Stroup, the Southampton offensive and defensive battle officially began!

This is the battle that decides the outcome of the war, and this is the one that decides the fate and future of Britain! Major Stroop understands this, as does his opponent, Colonel Enrique. Whoever loses the victory in this war will completely lose the initiative in this war......

Artillery fire mingled in the air, and bullets whizzed across people's ears. Everyone has long forgotten about fear on such a battlefield, and in their hearts, there is a strange hollow. At this time, they are no longer normal people. They're just a bunch of war machines!

They don't have any choice, and they don't deserve any choice. When the first shots of war were fired, their fate was already sealed......

The German soldiers of the "Skeleton Lancers" were only thinking about how to defend the honor of the Barons' Guard, while the Americans of the "Scarlet Rose" were also thinking about how to protect the reputation they had since the First World War.

Tank-to-tank steel battle, soldier-to-soldier flesh-and-blood battle!

The air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke and blood. Even if you breathe a little harder. My internal organs will roll, and I want to vomit all of yesterday's dinner.

Snipers hide in unknown places, they carefully capture their targets in the scope, no matter how fierce the cannon sound around them, they must also keep themselves calm, as a sniper, they will not allow themselves to make any mistakes. The moment a bullet flies out of the chamber of a gun, it means the loss of a life.

They were able to see the enemy fall at the muzzle of their own guns. They could even clearly see the brains flowing from the heads of their enemies mixed with blood. However, all this has long been numb to them.

They are used to seeing too much death, they are used to seeing too much bloodshed. They are even more insensitive than machines. Now they're taking lives. But God knows if the enemy's bullet will take his life in the next second.

One by one, the soldiers fell, the Germans, the Americans. But all this did not affect the mood of the soldiers on both sides in the slightest, and even those who had some fear in their hearts at the beginning of the war had long forgotten some of their fears by this time. What they are now thinking about is no longer how to live, but how to exchange their lives for the life of an enemy as much as possible.

War is always just a game for politicians, and these soldiers are just tools for politicians to complete their game. When the war is at its most intense, the two governments will sit down and negotiate patiently, allowing their soldiers to bleed and die on the battlefield. Then they will suddenly declare that the war is over. Those soldiers who survived were lucky enough to receive a medal each. Then the vast majority of them will return to their hometowns with a little severance pay.

Decades later, the two countries that have fought endlessly will be as close as friends because of each other's interests. But the soldiers who died in battle will never be remembered again.

It is only about every year on Victory Day that the leaders of the country stand in front of the tombs of the fallen martyrs and make an impassioned speech, at most shedding two tears in front of countless journalists, to express their inner "sadness". Then, they will leave in a hurry for a new round of trade or political negotiations.

The soldiers buried deep in the ground who fought to the death for the honor of the country can only wait for the arrival of the next memorial day......

This is the sorrow of the soldiers!

But now it's either the "Skeleton Lancers" or the "Scarlet Rose". None of them would have thought of that. In their eyes, they only have loyalty and honor to the country, and they will never leave their battlefield unless they are the last one.

In this sense, both the Germans and the Americans who sit here to fight to the death are worthy of respect. It's not about the position. This has nothing to do with the country, they are just doing their duty as a soldier.

When the fighting stopped for a while, the soldiers would lean on their positions, pull a crumpled pack of cigarettes from their pockets and light one.

An American soldier who could play the flute took out the flute he carried with him and played a mournful tune, which quickly resonated with all the American soldiers. The sadness conveyed in the flute and their mood at the moment are so imaginable.

Fight for another country in a strange land. And their families are still at home waiting for their return......

The two German snipers, who were very close to the front line, also seemed to be attracted by the sound of the flute, forgetting their responsibilities for a moment and listening carefully to the mournful sound of the flute. In fact. Sometimes the hearts of soldiers are the same. What you wear is not everything.

"I can also play the flute." The mustachioed German sniper on the right says sadly: "When I was in school, I even fantasized about being in the Berlin Orchestra, but unfortunately I gave up on this dream. ”

"I used to want to be a pianist." The German sniper on the left, with a scar on his face, sighed softly: "I applied to art schools twice, but I was not admitted on both occasions. They said I didn't have a lot of talent in music. It's a joke. Is it? A handwritten person who was supposed to play the piano picked up a gun. ”

"Everyone has a past that they don't want to recall." The mustache raised the sniper rifle in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the American fluteman. To be honest, if possible, he is reluctant to hurt the other party, and even wants to make a friend with the other party. But there is no way, this is a battlefield, not some art academy.

The mustache reluctantly pulled the trigger in his hand...... The mournful flute died down for a moment......

This is the most brutal war. Sympathy for each other cannot prevent the killing of each other. The flute player died, but the American soldiers who had been immersed in the music did not have the slightest anger. They don't even mourn. This is the fate of a soldier who has long been destined to be good.

A new offensive began, and when the German soldiers of the "Skeleton Lancers" reappeared on the battlefield, the American soldiers of the "Scarlet Rose" quickly returned to the defense.

The artillery fire was still stubbornly fired, and the tanks on both sides burst out with a terrifying roar. The destroyed armored vehicles were lying on the battlefield in smoke and lying on the battlefield. There were a few charred corpses, hanging alone from the armored car.

Major Stroop had been personally directing his troops to launch attacks one after another, and he had only one thought in his heart: the Baron was in Southampton, where the Baron was waiting for the Iron Gate! No matter what kind of opponent you are on, you have only one choice:

Defeat them - defeat them once and for all!

From the bottom of his heart, he could not but admire the tenacity of the enemy on the opposite side, and under the attack of the powerful skeleton division, although the Americans were outperformed, they showed no signs of rout. There were several positions that seemed precarious, but thanks to the efforts of the Americans, they were successfully defended.

As a commander, they like such a strong opponent. Only the mediocre like to pick vulnerable enemies as opponents. Defeating a strong opponent can fill a good commander with pride and pride in his heart.

If possible, Major Stroop wanted the enemy commander to be alive, and he would pour him a cup of coffee and talk about the war. In times of war, they are enemies, and when the war is over, they may be able to become friends.

Unfortunately, Major Stroop knew that his wish would probably never come true......

And at the same time, Colonel Enrique was also afraid of the great fighting power of the Germans. They seem to be a war machine that never knows how to get tired, attacking again and again under intensive blows, and is gradually taking the initiative on the battlefield. Fighting against such an enemy is the most headache and the most daunting thing.

General Dontanner had already inquired about the situation on the battlefield several times, and Colonel Enrique gave a truthful report on the situation on the battlefield. The process was not optimistic, and he could not even hold out until the arrival of night. General Dontanner told him solemnly: "You must not fail without my orders." Colonel, remember my words, don't fail. We need to get the most time here. Will you be able to understand what I am saying? ”

"I think I'll do my best." Colonel Enrique could only answer the other side in this way.

What can be done? Who can predict what will happen in a minute? Who could have predicted in what form the war would end? Maybe you will be killed, maybe you will be captured, who knows. But at least one thing Colonel Enrique can guarantee, as long as it is not the last minute, as long as the most desperate moment comes, he will not give up.

"Skeleton Lancers" - Colonel Enrique has memorized this name very well!

This is perhaps his most glorious battle! (To be continued......)