When: May 24th night.

"The planes are still bombing, but it's all going to end here tomorrow." Jan Coopis.

"I want to see Hitler's face tomorrow." Joseph Gabihick.

Bang, another bomb landed on the mountain bag, and in an instant the mountain bag was blown to the ground. Another fishing boat was gone, and in the calm sea, one ship after another was moving away, and the shore was flickering, and each flash was the fall of a bomb, and for a week, there was no rest, and no one could calculate how many bombs had fallen in the small port of Dunkirk.

"We can finally get back to the UK, but what will happen tomorrow?" Yang leaned on the railing of the ship and looked at the distant port of Dunkirk.

"It won't be darker than it is now, and the next time you set foot on this land again it will be hell with Hitler." Joseph took out his match and struck it, lighting his own cigarette.

Yang picked up the flask at his waist, opened his mouth, and hummed in a low voice.

"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me."

"I once was lost, but now i'm found ,was blind, but now i see."

Outside the Berlin café, James poured a bottle of German whisky into his glass, leaned against the fence outside the house, looked at the planets in the sky, the stars were shining, and James' favorite song "Amazing Grace" was playing on the radio.

"T'was grace that taught my heart to fear and grace that fear relieved."

"How precious did that grace appear the hour i first believed."

Inside the Belleville Palace.

Hitler hugged Eva and sat on the balcony, Baylor was setting off fireworks for the victory of the war outside the palace, the fireworks exploded in the air, the light shone on the whole of Berlin, the citizens were celebrating happily, the faces of the soldiers were no longer serious with the joy of victory smiles, and the "swastika" military flag in the night sky was still fluttering.

London's Bridge Tower, River Thames, England.

Churchill pinched his cigar hard, the Thames was full of fishing boats, but it was not fishermen but soldiers, they would never surrender to the fascists, their country was as determined as they were.

Churchill: "Anthony, how much have our soldiers withdrawn?" ”

Anthony: "There are 330,000 soldiers there, Dunkirk has been retreated, you have done a miracle, Winston." ”

Churchill: "It's not me, it's the people, the Allies, and the man." ”

Churchill stopped talking, he turned his head to the Thames, his gaze extended to the end of the river, the moonlight shone brightly, the water rippled, and in the distance another fishing boat appeared, and a man sat on the deck, singing affectionately.

"Through many dangers, toils, and snares i have already come."

"T'was grace that brought us safe thus far and grace will lead us home."

"How sweet the name of jesus sounds in a believer's ear ,it soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds and drives away his fear."

"Must jesus bear the cross alone and all the world go free."

"Mo, there's a cross for everyone and there's a cross for me."

"When we've been here ten thousand years bright shining as the sun, we've no less days to sing God's praise than when we first begun."