The day has finally come to scare all Fenton government officials and Americans.

On October 16, 1966, the Axis forces were still present in London.

The sky was whistling with Axis planes, and on the ground was the Axis army's torrent of steel. It was a scene that terrified the enemy and shocked others. Her Majesty the Queen and the flags of the Axis armies, fluttering again on British soil.

This is bound to be the final battle of the Battle of England, and this will even be the final battle of the Third World War.

There is nothing left to spare, and both warring sides have already used their strongest forces on the battlefield. Everything that can be mobilized has already been mobilized, and commanders on both sides must ensure that every bullet of their army is used in the most suitable place.

On the 16th, there was already a fierce exchange of fire between the two sides, and there was not even a tentative attack. At the beginning, the two opposing sides gave their full strength. They attacked desperately, defended desperately, they had red eyes, used all their strength, and fought together through gritted teeth. No one wants to take a step back, and everyone knows exactly what it means to step back.

Victory or defeat is no longer the most important thing for them, they need to prove themselves on this battlefield.

In the final battle of the Third World War, they were not willing to let their country's long hard work go to waste, and they were never willing to make their efforts worthless. They do not know when and how the battle will end, maybe when the last shots stop. And that's all over.

At the forefront was General Radan Roma.

This Englishman general is also a general trusted by both the Fenton government and the Americans. At Telrod, two divisions of British troops under his command faced the surging Axis forces. There was a bitter resistance.

Once again, the Allied air forces that had disappeared reappeared, and they were frantically strangled with the Axis air forces in everything. Like the troops on the ground, they are by no means willing to give up war.

One plane after another was injured and caught fire, and one after another let out a sharp whistle and fell to the ground. White umbrella flowers often appear in the air, and once they appear, they are often shot by countless bullets.

General Radan Rom had never seen such a brutal war in his life. His soldiers were bleeding and his men were dying. Day 1. It was only the first day, and the war was already unbelievably brutal.

Calls from the headquarters came and went, and calls from the front asked for reinforcements. London called to inquire about the situation on the battlefield, but none of this could affect General Radan Roma.

In fact, to tell the truth, General Radan Rom was very sure that Terrod would not be able to hold on, and that the enemy's strength had far exceeded that of the Allies. I can do it myself. It's nothing more than doing your best and making what you do with a clear conscience.

Others? The other generals didn't think about it at all. If a bullet passes through the chest in a minute, then it may be the greatest luck. He no longer had to think about anything, no longer had to think about how the war would end up.

At times, General Radan Rom himself felt that his ideas were a little ridiculous.

This time, the Axis forces attacking in Telrod showed a completely different side, and they continued to attack from the first minute of the battle and never stopped. It seems that they want to settle the battle here in the first attack.

The pressure on General Radan Rom and his army is self-evident. In the continuous, uninterrupted assault for more than an hour, every inch of the British army was baptized with steel and blood. The earth trembled. The breath of death floated in the sky. Countless ghosts who had lost their lives in the war were looking at their companions with mournful eyes, as if waiting for more to go to heaven or hell with them.

Inch by inch positions are being lost, and patches of soldiers are dying. The only thing General Radan Rom could do was to throw himself into this terrible melting pot. But even if that were the case, what could he change?

In the telescope, he saw two German "Leopard VII" vehicles rushing towards them as if no one was around, and no matter what the British used, they could not stop their breakthrough. Their terrible tracks wiped out the position, and the soldiers in the position were crushed in a terrible way.

Then, a group of German soldiers appeared in General Radan Rome's telescope with tanks, their weapons spewing tongues of fire wildly, and countless lives swept away by the wind of ammunition. The British soldiers had done their part, but what could they do with such a frenzied attack?

They were like lonely boats in the sea, tossed high into the sky by the roar of terrible waves, and by the time they fell, they were already torn apart......

General Radan Rom stared blankly, he found that his mind was blank, he did not want to think about anything, and he did not have the energy to think about anything. Die, let all of them die here. From the first minute they set foot on this battlefield, their fate was sealed.

The general put down the binoculars in his hand: "How many reserves do we have." ”

"A regiment, general."

"Oh, is there only that?" General Radan Rom smiled bitterly, before the time of half a day had come, there was actually less than a regiment of troops left in his hands, those terrible enemies, the strong combat effectiveness they possessed was simply terrifying: "Throw it all in, all of it." ”

"But that's our last strength. General, we need to hold out here for ten days, this is the outer battlefield of London, and if this place is lost, I can't imagine what the terrible outcome will be. ”

"Ten days?" General Radan Roma's voice sounded as if he was very disdainful: "Let the people who make the battle plan come here and see for themselves, and let them see who can hold out here for ten days." Lose your marbles. The people who make the battle plan are some crazy people! ”

For victory, General Radan Rom never held out any hope, from the very beginning of the battle. He knew it wasn't possible. London, too, will be the next target of the enemy.

Enemies have swarmed from all sides......

On October 16, 1966, despite the stubborn resistance of General Radan Rom and his troops, they were unable to withstand the enemy's breakthrough. General Radan Rom tried almost everything, but he still failed.

The Axis forces stormed his position, wiping out more than half of his forces, the remaining British. Forced to surrender to the enemy. Thankfully, their British status has protected them, and it may not be long before they are released......

General Radan Rom was also lucky. Before the enemy stormed his headquarters, he received an order from London to leave his troops. He did not die and did not become a prisoner of the enemy. But so what? It's just a matter of time.

One day. It's only one day again. Telrod became the domain of the Axis forces, and all the outer lines of London were lost. Now, a lonely London is completely exposed to enemy guns.

"I simply can't stop the enemy's attack." At the Allied General Headquarters in London, General Radan Rom said: "Their attack was truly terrible, and I can assure you that there is nothing to blame for the performance of my soldiers, but we and our enemies are not at all on the same level. ”

President Fenton, Prime Minister Wilkins and Secretary Capanon listened in horror. Although at the time of the development of the battle plan. No one thought that General Radan Rom would be able to hold out in Terrod for ten days, but they never thought of it. In one day, Terrod was actually lost.

What about London? Is there any hope for London?

Their eyes fell on General Gandra in unison...... But at this time, General Gandra had exactly the same thoughts in his heart as they did, so what could he do? The enemy has taken Telrod, and they will launch a full-scale assault on London by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.

Sharp sirens sounded in the sky, and the damned enemy air force was so rampant even at night.

"I think we should be more calm at times like these......" General Gandra barely bred himself together, "Gentlemen, there is nothing to be afraid of, although Terrod is lost, we still have great strength in London. Let us act, let each and every one of us become a true warrior, and miracles can only be born in the brave. ”

The officials of the Fenton government nodded frequently, and it seemed that they were very much in favor of General Gandra's opinion, but only they themselves knew what they really thought in their hearts......

London has become a hopeless city!

Ah yes, President Fenton felt the right name, "the city of hopeless." Continued persistence will only bury all people here. Of course, he would not have revealed this idea in front of General Gandra at this time, after all, if he wanted to leave this hopeless city, he had to rely on the help of the Americans......

"General Gandra, a call from President William."

When he heard the news, General Gandra hurriedly walked into the office that belonged to him, carefully closed the door, and then picked up the phone: "Mr. President." ”

"General Gandra, tell me about the battlefield."

When President William's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, General Gandra felt that his voice was a little dry: "Mr. President, the situation is not particularly optimistic. We had just lost Terrod in a few hours, and now the enemy's shells were able to fall from Terrod to London with great ease. ”

"What about the city? I think you still have a very large army in the city. ”

"Yes, Mr. President, we still have a very large army in London." "But it seems that the fighting mood of the officers and soldiers is not very high, our air force, missiles, and artillery shells are not very high, and the navy cannot continue to provide us with the most direct support," said General Gandra. If it hadn't been for a miracle, I think we'd probably have lost this war. ”

"Let's take action and make each and every one of us a real warrior. Miracles are born only in the brave. ”

General Gandra had said such a thing just a few minutes earlier, but it was only to the British, and as a soldier, General Gandra had never thought that a miracle could happen under such circumstances. No, there may be one person who can do that, but that person will never come and command the Allies.

"It may be a terrible situation, but at such a moment I think of a German." President William on the other end of the line was silent for a moment. Said the name of the man General Gandra had in mind: "Ernst. Bram, we prefer to call him Baron Skeleton. General Gandra, from the beginning of the First World War. The baron has always worked incredible miracles in desperation, and even though Berlin is about to fall into our hands, he has once again succeeded miraculously. The Germans can do it, and so can the Americans. ”

General Gandra smiled bitterly. No one in this world can know how the Skeleton Baron managed to do those incredible miracles...... At least General Gandra himself thought that it was absolutely impossible for him to become a skeleton baron for the Americans......

"Be brave. Let the soldiers be braver. President William kept cheering up his generals: "I will continue to give you all the assistance you need, of course, I need enough time." All you have to do is guarantee the dignity of the United States in London! ”

General Gandra pursed his lips: "Mr. President, I have heard some rumors in London, and it seems that your situation is not very good. ”

"Don't worry about these things." President William was quick to say, "Impeachment is impeachment, but I'm still the president of the United States, and I have all the rights that the U.S. Constitution gives me." Especially in times of war. As long as I'm president of the United States, I'm not going to give up. ”

Maybe. From the very beginning of the war, President William was the most ardent supporter......

"One more thing." President William's voice lowered a little: "If my judgment is correct, Baron Skeleton is in London right now." ”

"What?" General Gandra was taken aback and could not believe what he had heard: "Who do you say is in London?" ”

"Baron Skeleton." President William accentuated his voice: "Yes, I am too familiar with this baron, when the decisive battle comes, the skeleton baron will not stay in his headquarters at ease, he always likes to appear in the heart of the enemy on the battlefield of the decisive battle. He has always had a famous saying, 'Win the maximum with the least price'. General Gandra, I must warn you that you must pay attention to the destructive power of the Skull Baron, who alone can surpass even an entire army! ”

In an instant, General Gandra remembered someone. This man is in London, and this man is in control of everything, including himself. If he wants to do something, no one can stop him.

"Lieutenant Colonel Moyol"! Yes, if Baron Skeleton is really in London, then there is no doubt that he is "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol"!

However, General Gandra did not dare to tell President William about this, because he was also threatened by the Skull Baron, and he also did something to betray the interests of the Allies.

"You can't catch him." President William smiled bitterly: "Even if he appears in front of you, you can't catch him." So over the years, the Allies have made numerous attempts, and a special team has been set up to investigate him, and there have been times when we have almost seen hope of success, but in the end? He managed to escape, and we still don't know how he managed to escape. ”

"So what can I do?" General Gandra asked tentatively.

President William fell silent again, and after a long time said, "yes, what can you do?" We know that he is there for us, but we can't do anything about it, and maybe that's where our sorrow lies. Be careful, General Gandra, I don't want to open my eyes tomorrow and hear that my general has become a prisoner of the Skeleton Baron. ”

"If that day does come, I hope I can still maintain the pride of an American general." The word "pride" came out of General Gandra's mouth, and it sounded sarcastic: "At least I am luckier than everyone else, and I can finally talk to Baron Skeleton in peace." ”

President William smiled wryly: "That's not a pleasant memory, good luck, General Gandra." ”

"Good luck to America." General Gandra put down the phone.

It was a hopeless city, General Gandra thought again. Outside, enemies are pouring in from all directions. In the city, there were countless Englishmen in anger and excitement, and their anger was enough to completely drown the city. And now, he got another piece of news that he didn't want to hear at all:

The Skeleton Baron is in London!

He was completely sure of President William's words, and he knew what kind of identity Baron Skeleton was doing, but so what? In addition to himself, there must have been many Britishmen and Americans who had been bribed by him to deliver him all the news he wanted to know.

Even, he was there to protect the baron.

It's really turned into a hopeless city! (To be continued......)