"Is the communication back to normal? Are there any contacts with other troops? ”

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a tissue, Penwood sat down in his chair and asked his liaison. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Got in touch with London airport! There was also a warship in the harbor. ”

"Because of the rebellion, they have not refilled their ammunition or fuel, and they have started a fire and are still being extinguished."

"Really?" Holding the armrest of the chair firmly, Panwood gave the order. "Let the planes take off, let the warships go to the shelling, tell them."

"Englandexpectsthateverymanwilldohisduty"

Although Panwood also knew that this order was no different from sending the soldiers to death, but at this time there was nothing Panwood could do except such an order, and only hoped that such remnants of the defeated generals could slow down the enemy's advance, so that his side could get a chance to be in a good position, and the longer the time dragged on, the greater the chance of reinforcements on his side, anyway, as long as the other side could not fight quickly, the advantage was on the British side.

As for the order he gave that was obviously to kill the soldiers, Panwood could not bear it, but he still resolutely ordered.

"Half a century ago, we could have sunk them across Europe in the Atlantic, and now, half a century later, we can still roll them back to the bottom of the ocean." Looking at the battleship captured by the camera on the screen, Panwood said with a resolute expression.

"Yay!" "Well done!" "Beautiful!"

Suddenly, the soldiers in front cheered, and then the soldiers behind cheered one after another, and their own attack sent cheers of victory echoing through the silent hall.

"Lord Panwood! Valid hits! Our battleship hit the enemy! The correspondent in front of him had a look of ecstasy on his face, and turned back like Panwood to report the good news that everyone cheered about.

Before Panwood could digest the good news and make the next move, the next sound made the smile on his face freeze.

"Unscathed! Unscathed! Our attack failed to penetrate the enemy's armor! Unable to believe that the friendly attack had come to naught, the correspondent stood up with his hands on the table and said in disbelief.

"The enemy is attacking!"

"Wh... What the!!!! I... Our battleship has been sunk! Just once!! Just sink our battleship!! Are those guys monsters? ”

When such news came out, the cheers stopped abruptly, and the smile on his face froze as if it were still, and the conference hall fell silent for a moment. In twos and threes, the soldiers who had been gathered together returned to their posts with heavy colors on their faces and returned to their work, but the atmosphere was more silent than before, and the morale was even lower, which was worse than before the attack.

Only three minutes later, a loud explosion was heard from the loudspeaker, followed by panicked voices echoing one after another.

"What's wrong? What happened? Panwood asked, leaning over.

"Our planes... All shot down! ”

"Nope! And one more! It flew to the enemy bridge! ”

"Yes." Hearing the words in his ears, Panwood was filled with emotion for a moment that his soldiers had fulfilled their task and had done their duty at the last moment. "Turn on the screen and let us see our heroes!"

The huge screen in the conference room flickered a few times, and a huge battleship took over the entire screen.

Whether it is the soldiers at the bottom who are running errands or General Panwood, who is sitting in the first place and sitting in charge of the overall situation, they are all staring at the screen intently at this time, and the twitching muscles on their faces mean that everyone's hearts are not calm at this time.

-- When Britain was placed on the blue sea by the Creator at the beginning of the world. He has sworn to the gods of this land, and sworn to protect this continent forever with the gods

I don't know which one spoke, and the song sounded from the command room, it was the song that the former Royal Navy loved, and it was the soldiers of the former empire on whom the sun never set that conquered the sea.

- Rule! Britannia! Rule this raging ocean!

The Britons will never be enslaved!!

The others joined the chorus, putting down their work and standing up to stare at the screen in front of them.

There is no more holy nation in the world than ours! Therefore, the tyrant must be defeated. Make our country prosperous and free, and let other nations only look at us with envy and fear!

The tyrants that ravage over London must be defeated and the sunset will continue to shine in the world.

Panwood joined in the chorus, and although his voice was inaudible compared to the others, he still sang with a resolute face.

- Rule! Britannia! Rule this raging ocean!

The Britons will never be enslaved!!

Invariably, everyone on the battlefield straightened their chests and stood up straight, raising their right hands next to their foreheads, saluting the firelight that occupied the entire screen, and saluting the soldier who still did his duty at the last moment.

The fire went out, the smoke cleared, and the blackened bridge of the battleship reappeared on the screen, but it was clear that not a single screw had been damaged, except that it had been blackened by the explosion.

"God bless England! Continue to contact other troops, we haven't lost yet! Panwood, who was aroused in his heart, straightened his face and then ordered.

"Yes, Lord Panwood!"

The soldiers who were once again depressed were once again summoned up the courage to fight under the heroic act of this soldier, and with blood and anger, every man, every soldier did his duty at his post, even if there was so little hope.

But everyone here didn't give up.