Only in hell can Frank find his place.

The collapse of the 52nd Canadian Infantry Division was already only a matter of time. The fury of the swarming Axis troops and ordinary Englishmen was enough to completely drown out all the Canadians.

The sound of machine guns and the explosion of thrown grenades resounded throughout the battlefield. The smell of death in the air was suffocating. Death fluttered in the Canadians' guards, and the scythe in his hand swung from time to time, and every time it fell, it was always able to harvest a piece of life.

Frank never thought of giving up, and one thing he knew very well was that even if he gave up now, the British would never let him go. Their anger is enough to tear themselves apart, and their hatred can easily bury them into the bottomless abyss.

Anyone can surrender, but not themselves. So the only thing I can do at this moment is to fight to the death. Even if the enemy appeared in front of him, the only choice he could make was to kill himself or die with him.

However, it is probably a kind of sadness for a general to come to this point.

He wondered why the war had come to this point, and why he had come to Southampton and had fallen into such a situation. Who is to blame? No, no one can blame it, all paths are chosen by themselves.

The enemy rushed up again, densely packed, and the first line of improvised front all fell into the hands of the enemy. Some of the captured Canadian soldiers, as always, were treated in a furious manner by the angry English. If it weren't for the efforts of the soldiers of the Queen's Army to dissuade them, I am afraid that all the captives would have turned into corpses.

Little by little, the attacker compresses the enemy's living space. They have an absolute advantage over the city with the help of the locals, who can always choose the most suitable attack in the most suitable place, and can always launch a surprise attack when the Canadians are completely surprised. Then the Canadians will be very upset to find out. The enemy didn't seem to have exerted much effort, and he was inexplicably defeated.

In three hours, the 52nd Canadian Infantry Division had lost more than half of its strength, which was the result of despair and frustration. In the occasional gap in battle, the Canadian soldiers, who had barely survived so far, would gather together sadly and wait silently. Endure in silence.

How many of them will still be alive when the next battle begins?

The drizzle, which had stopped for a few minutes, fell down again, falling on the battlefield and on the soldiers. Cold, bone-chilling. It's cold from the inside of the body to the heart. That is despair of war, that is despair of one's own future and destiny.

Frank did not speak to Dontanner on the phone, as Dontner's headquarters was also under heavy attack and he was no longer able to help him. Bear. On your own. Death is also on your own!

"Cheer up, boys!" Frank shouted to his men: "Hey, the battle is not over, it has just begun, we will get reinforcements, General Dontanner will not give up on us." ”

How could this kind of nonsense, which even he didn't believe, deceive the soldiers again? The soldiers listened numbly. It's like listening to a talk show. Occasionally, someone would look up at Frank, but the only thing in that look was coldness, indifference, and disdain.

It was this general in front of them that brought them to such a passive situation. If it weren't for him. They won't just passively wait for death like they do now......

Two grenade explosions were heard, and it was the resumption of the Axis offensive. A large number of Axis soldiers appeared in the eyes of the Canadians, forcing them to reluctantly re-enter their positions. Now, these Canadians are not fighting for any Allied forces, let alone for any Franks, they are only fighting for themselves.

If it were possible, they would really like to lay down their arms and surrender at once......

"Field Marshal Ernst." When Field Marshal Ernst appeared on the battlefield, Romeo, Major Stroop and Anno hurriedly welcomed him into the temporary headquarters: "We have taken control of the initiative on the battlefield, the battle will end by tonight at the latest, and the vast majority of Canadians will be wiped out here." ”

"It's too slow." Wang Weiyi frowned: "The battle here must be ended as soon as possible." Mr. Anno, I heard that you rejected Canada's repeated requests to surrender and also killed some of your captives? ”

It was not until now that the Axis troops entered the city that Anno knew that "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol" was actually the magical Baron Alexon, and at this time, in the face of the baron's question, Anno hurriedly replied: "Yes, Your Excellency Marshal." Those Canadians brutally killed our fellow citizens, and I'm just making them pay the price they deserve! ”

Wang Weiyi was silent: "Mr. Anno, I understand the anger in your heart at this moment, but I think I have to tell you that war can be won by relying on anger alone. The determination of the Canadians to resist is already very low, and the reason why they have not surrendered on a large scale until now is because of the killing of your captives. Fighting is death, surrendering is also death, I think a normal person knows what kind of choice Lu Dao should make......"

Anno was silent, and although he admitted that the Baron was right, there was always some unwillingness in his heart......

"Accept the surrender of the enemy, and let no prisoners be harmed." Wang Weiyi issued his own order: "The free army and civilian forces are all evacuated from the main battlefield to serve as auxiliary work." Put me in more loudspeakers and keep playing, and I want every Canadian to know that the war has to end. ”

The Free Army and the civilian forces were not very well controlled, and if there were Canadian prisoners, it might soon cause them to be extremely angry, and Wang Weiyi did not want to take such a risk.

Soon. By his orders, there was a major turn on the battlefield. The frenziest Frenzy and civilian forces that had behaved in battle began to withdraw from the battlefield, and these fell to the ears of the Canadians. And then. The newly erected loudspeakers continued to call for Canadian soldiers to lay down their arms within an hour, that their lives would be fully respected, that they would be sent to prisoner of war camps to be treated as a prisoner of war deserved, and that the Axis powers would strictly abide by the Geneva Conventions. Wounded Canadian soldiers are similarly adequately treated.

In the name of Baron Alexon – and the loudspeaker made a special emphasis on this point – in the name of Baron Alexon, the Canadian soldiers must surrender immediately. Southampton doesn't need to shed any more blood, and the titular man should continue to die in this cursed war. In the name of Baron Alexon - everything promised by the Axis powers will be fulfilled!

The lethality of this was enormous, and it undoubtedly dropped a bombshell in Canada. If that's what someone else said. It may not be enough to convince Canadians completely, but it is a promise made by Baron Alexon himself. Who's that? It was a gentleman who was now few on the battlefield, and that was a marshal who could risk sending the enemy's commander to the enemy's barracks.

His words were enough to convince everyone......

The Canadians were completely shaken. An hour, which is not a lot of time left for them. They have to make a decision in the shortest possible time. Some of them were bold soldiers. Contact with the enemy began, a number of seriously wounded soldiers were sent from the positions, as a result of which, as Baron Alexson promised, the wounded were quickly and effectively treated. In this way, a stone in the hearts of Canadians suddenly fell to the ground.

One after another, soldiers left their positions, and they did not even say a word to their commanders. Their request is actually very simple, to live, they just want to live well. By the end of the war, they would be able to leave the camp alive.

To be alive is the most basic requirement of a person!

The officers did not stop them, they knew that this was a hopeless war. And many of them silently left their positions and joined the ranks of surrender. Like soldiers, they are just ordinary people when they take off their uniforms.

Frank already knew what he was saying, and he didn't stop him either. What can be stopped? The morale of the army has long been weakened. If it weren't for the brutal retaliation of the British that scared their subordinates before, perhaps the 52nd Infantry Division would have been finished long ago. However, now the enemy has changed its strategy, so that the soldiers, who had some determination to resist, have completely and completely chosen to give up.

Let them go, let them go, no one can stop this from happening......

"General Frank, my troops are finished." It was Frank's subordinate Brigadier General Peculiar, and he looked anxious: "My entire brigade is still alive, and almost all of them have surrendered. I couldn't stop it, I was just about to open my mouth to reprimand, and a few guns were already pointed at me! ”

Frank smiled bitterly: "Peculiar, the situation here is exactly the same as yours, and now, even the gendarmerie has begun to get out of control." Failed, we failed. ”

"What do we do now?" Although the sound of gunfire outside became sparse, it only frightened Strange: "The enemy only left us an hour, and when the time comes, I am sure that there will be no more than a hundred soldiers around us." ”

Frank gave Peculiar a smirk, he knew exactly what his men were thinking: "Peculiar, I'm not going to stop the soldiers, I'm not going to stop my officers, everyone has the right to make their own choices at times like this." ”

Peculiar nodded silently: "What about you?" Checkmate? ”

"Me?" Frank poured himself a glass of wine, his last bottle: "Anyone can surrender, but I can." ”

Peculiar sighed, he could understand Frank's mood at this time, but what could he do in such a situation? No, he couldn't do anything, and he had no choice but to leave him.

Strange is gone, and despite this mental preparation, Frank still feels abandoned. Not only did he and Strange serve in the same army, but they were also fellow villagers. Now, even the people he trusted the most have left him.

He looked outside with his wine glass, and the position was in chaos. One by one, one after another, the soldiers threw away their weapons and waved white flags in the direction of the enemy. Not even a single person wanted to stay even a second longer in this cursed position.

Betrayal of relatives? For the first time, Frank tasted the betrayal of his relatives.

He drank all the wine in his glass. Then he poured himself another glass. There was still half a bottle of wine left in the bottle, and when the last sip of wine was finished, it was time to unload the burden from my shoulders.

He wanted to leave a few words for his family, but when he took out his pen and paper, his mind was blank, and he didn't know what he should write. What's the point? No matter what, at least the news of his death can still reach the ears of his family, in this case. Why write a letter to grieve your family?

Forget it, let yourself bear this pain and sorrow alone......

The wine in the bottle was rapidly dwindling, and Frank drank it in one gulp. What a nice bottle of wine, this bottle was given to him by Don Tanner when he first arrived in Southampton, ah, what is Don Tanner doing now?

He felt compelled to call Dontanner again. At least it's a separation. But when he picked up the phone. only to find that the phone could not be reached.

He threw away the phone with a wry smile, drank the last sip of the glass of wine, and pulled out a delicate pistol. Where to shoot to get out quickly and without pain? Shove the muzzle of the gun into your mouth or pull the trigger on your head? Frank has no experience in this area.

Eventually, he shoved the gun into his mouth in the same way that most people would......

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The 52nd Canadian Infantry Division was finished, more than half of them were killed or wounded, and almost all of those who survived were taken prisoner. Even their commander, Frank, ended his life with a bullet.

"At least he died like a soldier." Look at Frank's corpse. Major Stroop said coldly.

"It's not that he died like a soldier, it's that he has no choice but to commit suicide." Wang Weiyi smiled faintly: "He was afraid that he would fall into the hands of the angry British." When the time comes, maybe he will think that suicide is the best thing to do. ”

Major Stroop shrugged. Who is to blame for this?

"God bless Queen, I wish her a long life, God bless Queen! often victorious, Mu Rongguang; Fu people's hope, happy heart; God save the Queen! Yang Shenwei, Zhang Tianwang, protect the royal family, annihilate the enemy, and cleanse with one drum. Break the conspiracy, destroy the traitorous party, and sweep away the chaotic alliance; Let us all look up, God save the Queen! May God's grace be long, choose the finest products, pour the treasure bag, long live the Queen! May she protect the law and turn the hearts of the people together,

God save the Queen! ”

Outside, there was such a song, in unison, and then all the English soldiers and the people of England joined in this chorus.

"A force that can be used." Wang Weiyi listened calmly: "This people are very imaginary with the Germanic people in some aspects, they have the quality of tenacity, and they will never give up even in the most dangerous times. Choosing them as allies is perhaps the most appropriate. ”

"We can defeat them." Major Stroop said confidently.

"Major, war is not just about fighting." Wang Weiyi smiled and said: "If there is only fighting, then no matter how strong Germany is, we will not even be able to truly conquer Europe." Sometimes, continuous victories will unite our enemies from all prejudices. A long period of attrition, even if we can win every battle, will deplete our resources and manpower, and eventually lead to defeat. ”

Major Stroop was just a pure soldier, and he didn't particularly understand what the baron meant.

The baron seemed thoughtful, and he walked over to Frank's corpse and picked up an empty bottle from the ground: "There is only so much wine in a bottle, and if you sip it one sip at a time, no matter how slow you drink, sooner or later it will be drunk." What should I do if I have enough wine in this bottle at all times? We need food, we need winemakers, and if Germany is the bottle, then England and France, including all European countries, are the food and winemakers we need......"

Major Stroop probably understood that the Baron was thinking about the future, right?

Major Stroop was not wrong in this regard, Wang Weiyi was already thinking about the future at this time. The final outcome of the war was bound to end with the victory of the Axis powers, but what about after the victory? How to resolve some of the contradictions that had been hidden by the war and how to build a united European Union led by Germany? That's what he had to think about.

He is convinced that a united European Union, which is the most powerful organization, is enough to make the United States tremble. At least for now, everything is going according to its own vision. After three world wars, it is imperative for Germany to recuperate and recuperate, rather than to continue to plunge into new and terrible wars.

Many soldiers are not able to solve it by the means of war.

"Major Stroop, you are a qualified military man." Wang Weiyi suddenly said: "But this is not enough, I hope you can become a qualified diplomat and a qualified politician in the future." ”

Major Stroop muttered, he still prefers to be a soldier in comparison! (To be continued......)