Therefore, these members of the "Nelson Knights", who were desperate, felt that they had really had enough for a while.

Especially when they learned that the Kent County front had finally collapsed and that the whereabouts of Mr. Macmillan, the leader of the coup, were unknown, these guys were finally pressured to break a nerve in their heads, and they couldn't help but want to open their throats and openly scold: "...... To hell with it! What a great cause, what a pure England, all who say these things are liars! Whoever believes this is a fool! We're clearly being fooled! and Muslims who want to take London should give it to them! What's more important than being alive? weishenme are we going to fight this unplanned war? ”

- Oh, damn it! Go to your "pure England", go to your "great cause"!

Now, however, even if they scream through their throats, no one listens. What's more, at this point, it's too late for them to regret it.

So, out of the most primitive instinct of human beings, they decided to enjoy the absurdity again before they died. If you can drink whiskey and hug the chick happily today, smoke a few marijuana sticks by the way, and tomorrow it will be worth the death sentence on the judgment seat!

On the other hand, there are also some of them who have already figured out a way to change their course and are ready to implement it immediately.

With the sound of leather boots tapping on the wooden floor, the closed oak door slammed open from the outside, allowing the lewdness, the smell of fat powder and marijuana to pour out from inside. The black-clothed gentleman at the head couldn't help frowning when he saw this, and the bodyguards who followed him saw this. Quickly raised a large revolver and fired a "boom" at the ceiling, which immediately provoked a scream and rolling. But it also quieted the room.

Then, the gentleman in black walked to the center of the room, bowed his head and coughed lightly, and then loudly announced a new decision.

“…… Ahem! Gentlemen! Now I would like to inform you of the sad news that the revolution has failed, that the main forces of our army have collapsed, and that the enemy has appeared on the outskirts of London. Everything we once had is about to be wiped out because of this war that we don't know who is cheaper! ”

-- Hearing the news, almost all the people present turned pale: Yes. In today's situation of the world besieging and the edifice about to fall, no matter from what point of view, the "Nelson Knights" are doomed, so what should I do as a member of the organization?

Followed by. The gentleman in black sighed and turned his head. Wave your arm hard, "...... In this case, we will still fail to reach Zuihou anyway, and instead of hitting Zuihou alone, and letting and infidels easily occupy our homeland, it is better to surrender now! At least a few fewer deaths! As long as you survive, there will be some hope. If you don't even have your life, what else can you talk about?

So. There's no need to sacrifice any more, so let's get out of here! Take your weapons with you. Go wherever you want, or go home if you want to, just don't stay in Westminster and Whitehall anymore! The enemy's first target is definitely here! ”

“…… What about you? Vice-captain and assistant sir? What are you going to do? Someone pushed away the call girl next to him and stood up and asked.

“…… We'll stay here and wait for the first enemy to step foot on this great building! The gentleman in black replied calmly.

Suddenly, the room was tense at first, and the whispered conversation in the background increased, then the deep whispers rose and disappeared, and after a few moments, the sound in the room rose again, and someone stood up and rebuked: "...... Cowards, you are all traitors! ”

“…… And what happened to cowards and traitors? Do we have to die together for this failed cause? Or even let this great building, which has carried the glory and authority of Britain for centuries, collapse and destroy in a tragic war in which its own people are killing each other? ”

The gentleman in black asked sternly, "...... If you are bent on dying for the sake of pure England, then I will not stop you, as long as you carry your rifles and go south, you will surely meet the soldiers of the French Foreign Legion, and thus satisfy your hope of dying for your country......"

“…… It's more likely that he was killed by an EU plane on the way......" the man said with a wilted expression, "...... Let's go home. ”

- So, in an atmosphere of despair of loss and sorrow, the remnants of the "Knights of Nelson" ordered the dismissal of the remaining troops in Westminster and Whitehall, and ordered them to go home separately, but they themselves remained, ready for an unpredictable fate.

However, when several of Zuihou's mercenaries staggered and disappeared into the night, the faces of the leading cadres changed suddenly.

“…… Get the white flag ready and hang it up by the Thames! Who will be the future master of London will depend on the next response! ”

“…… That's too flattering, isn't it? "Some people don't agree with the gentleman in black," ...... Even if you have decided to surrender to the king and admit defeat, why should you grovel so much? Moreover, the French are already not far from London, they have the support of the whole of Europe behind them! Will the motley army sent by the King be able to protect us while holding London? If you want to protect yourself, it seems that you might as well talk to the French......"

“…… Shut up! In any case, we are all patriots of Britain, and if London is returned to the king, it can barely be said that it will be slandered for the sake of the country; If you give the capital to the French, you become a traitor...... Does your family still have the face to stay in England? ”

The gentleman in black glared back at the man, "...... I'd rather get everything back to the way it was than see the French boots in London! ”

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Although I have already seen the piece of "Welcome to London!" But in fact, after crossing the flaming bridge in a thrilling way, and after another hour of coming, Wang Qiu and the others finally ended their country rafting trip on the upper Thames and entered the city limits of London.

Start here. The Thames River widens as it enters the sea, and the landscape on both sides of the river changes from idyllic country estates to dense rows of buildings. But the ethnic riots and brutal fighting of the previous days have also made the land even more visible - collapsed and damaged buildings. Flames, explosions after explosions, debris and corpses floating in the waves, and even rockets whizzing in the air......

London was dark at night due to a city-wide power outage, with only the light of explosions and burning fires, occasionally illuminating the silent city. On the course of the River Thames. Gradually a number of boats full of refugees appeared, but few of them went upstream, and most of them headed downstream. Whether it's a larger pleasure boat or a motorboat, or a small racing boat with a human oar, it seems that they are planning to take refuge at sea.

In this regard, Wang Qiu felt a little confused. Until Harry, who knows the inside story. Lord Gordon. Several largely understandable speculations were given to him.

First of all, the upper Thames region is also in the midst of riots and scuffles, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will not be killed, but it is safer to go to sea.

In the second place, if their refuge ships were to go down to sea, if they wanted to go up the river, the unattended locks along the way were impassable moats - they could not lift the boats by manpower. Carry it around from the shore!

In short, rely on the cover of deep night and blurred vision. Wang Qiu's "small fleet" was mixed in with a group of escape boats, and slowly continued to advance downstream, attracting no one's attention. Although there were occasional stray bullets from the shore, they did not hit any targets at all.

“…… Chelsea Bridge ahead! On the other side of the river are Kensington and Chelsea, London's upper-class enclaves. ”

Holding on to the railing in the wind, standing on the bow of the yacht, Harry. Gordon's interim cabinet secretary stretched out his hand and pointed to the dark bridge across the river in front of him, and whispered to Wang Qiu, "...... Behind is Big Ben and Westminster Houses of Parliament, and we're almost there! ”

“…… Got it, should I get everyone ready for battle? Wang Qiu nodded, and pulled out a walkie-talkie from his waist - although it has not been strongly blocked from the suburbs to the city, in key places like Westminster and Whitehall, the enemy should have troops left.

“…… Combat readiness? Harry gave him a strange look, "...... No, as long as you get there, you're victorious! ”

Then, before Wang Qiu could figure out what Harry was selling, his small fleet had already entered Zuihou, and the River Thames, which had been flowing east-west, began to flow northward, and the buildings on both sides became more and more classical and ornate, and the Houses of Parliament and the towering Big Ben were also in sight - the world-famous clock tower was 103 meters high, and the hanging clock weighed 16 tons, just as the Eiffel Tower represented Paris, and people were accustomed to using Big Ben or London Bridge to represent London. On the other side of the river, on the green space, stands the 135-meter-high Ferris wheel, the London Eye.

At this point, Wang Qiu's journey to the Thames was completely over, and all the staff immediately abandoned the boat and landed, climbing along the ladder of the causeway to the Capitol building.

-- Looking up at the delicate reliefs and ornate spires of the Houses of Parliament in Westminster, at the red flares fired from the motorboats on the Thames, and at the soldiers bravely climbing the embankment, Wang Qiu felt in a trance that he had come to Russia in the era of the October Revolution, and that he had become a Bolshevik soldier and was in the grand historical scene of "conquering the Winter Palace".

However, Westminster was not a Winter Palace after all, and the rabble under Wang Qiu was not a Bolshevik. The bigger difference is that the next moment, completely to Wang Qiu's expectations, their attack on the Westminster Houses of Parliament went unusually smoothly, and they didn't even fire a single shot at all, and a group of remaining rebel backbones came to the riverbank to greet them with white flags and respectfully led them into the gate.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Qiu released a total of more than 2,000 rabbles such as vampires, druids, superpowered girls, vampire hunters, etc., through a wormhole across time and space, first controlling the Westminster Houses of Parliament, the largest Gothic complex in Shijie, and then began to divide his troops and gradually take over the office buildings of various departments of the nearby British central government, such as the Ministry of Defense, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Finance, etc.

With a large number of "Belt and Road Party" in charge of the front station, and the remaining rebel militants being dismissed, the reception and search went smoothly. It's just that in the catastrophe of the first few days, all departments were looted to the point that all kinds of valuables were looted. From foreign gifts to gold and silver trophies, as well as expensive decorations, all were looted by the mob, and furniture, doors and windows were smashed to pieces.

Zuihou, in the capital of the British Ministry of Magic, that is, in the building of the "All Great Britain Castle and Monuments Management Association", Wang Qiu and Harry. Gordon and others finally found Prime Minister Mason and his Labour Cabinet members. There were also more than thirty hijacked members of the House of Commons.

The guys were manipulated by Macmillan and Roderick as set boards and remote-controlled toys after filming the speech announcing the success of the coup in the Houses of Parliament in Westminster. For the time being, it became a useless burden, left unattended in an empty room, and even the hypnotic magic was not solved.

Considering that these politicians always maintain their own identities and like to add chaos to crises; and the office building of the "Association for the Management of Monuments at the Old Castle of Great Britain". It's too far from the Houses of Parliament in Westminster on the River Thames. The existing forces are not enough to defend such a large area. As a result, Harry Brown, the former permanent undersecretary of the British Ministry of Magic and now the interim cabinet secretary, was born. Gordon ordered them to be moved directly back to the Synthesis, and then resettled after the unrest was over.

Seeing these political dignitaries like zombie puppets, being carried onto two temporarily recruited buses, Wang Qiu couldn't help but whistle.

“…… Mr. Gordon, could it be that this is your pre-arranged secret hand, Westminster's 'bloodless opening of the city'? What a calculation! ”

“…… Hehe. What a sarcasm you say! Most of the city had been burned to the ground - killing and death, fire and destruction. It hasn't stopped until now, what kind of 'bloodless opening' is this? "For that, Harry. Gordon just smiled bitterly and shook his head repeatedly, then looked up at the raging flames that reflected half of the night sky, and couldn't help but feel a little sad for a while, "...... Why did it burn like this? ”

Wang Qiu chuckled dryly, and took a few steps back without a trace, so as not to be seen by Harry—for no other reason, the fire of London burned so fiercely, not even the violent storm could extinguish it, and there was also a credit to his own countrymen......

-- After taking control of the Houses of Parliament in Westminster, he got in touch with Shen Yue, the boss of Chinatown, through a special shortwave radio sent by Professor Yang, and was pleased to hear that most of the family members of the "Chinese Strange Circles Tour Group" were fine, and only one old lady had accidentally disappeared in the riots, and he was really dumbfounded when he heard about their "great martial arts" in the street battles in London for a while.

It turned out that since the riots broke out in London, the shops and residences in Chinatown had been the target of mobs. If it is those honest Chinese businessmen in the past, most of them can only consider themselves unlucky when they encounter this situation. But now that immigrants of all ethnic groups in London have organized self-defense forces, the Chinese with deep pockets naturally do not dare to lag behind, and they also have guns and body armor. As soon as the fighting broke out in London, Chinese immigrants organized themselves, cut off roads, built barricades, and successfully withstood several attacks by white supremacist thugs.

In addition, the comrades from Pakistan also used their jishu knowledge and raw materials in the shops in Chinatown to drum up a lot of strange ordnance, including changing fire extinguishers into flamethrowers, making mosquito coils into smoke bombs, etc., and quickly produced a large number of "Molotov cocktail" Molotov cocktails, which were not only more than enough for themselves, but also supplied in large quantities to blacks, Indians, Pakistans, and North African Muslim immigrants as friendly troops, so as to reduce the military pressure on this side...... So, these guys who played "Hi" set the whole of London on fire, choking people almost unable to breathe.

But Chinatown has indeed become a little safer as a result, at least the thugs who dared to attack it seemed to have become much less after that.

However, just when Wang Qiu and the others were sighing about the devastation in the city of London, and at the same time thought that the overall situation had been decided, they did not know that there was still a recurrence of this matter-some angry fellows were watching Westminster and Whitehall change flags with eyes that almost spewed flames......

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Meanwhile, a few hundred metres northeast of the Houses of Parliament in Westminster, on the Waterloo Bridge across the River Thames

“…… Traitor! All traitors! A group of traitors who are greedy for life and afraid of death! ”

On the wind-swept bridge, Macmillan, the chief of the "Knights of Nelson", clung to the rusty iron railing in vain, and even his knuckles turned white, glaring angrily in the direction of the Westminster Houses of Parliament at the end of his vision, completely ignoring the fact that he could see nothing in the night. Behind him, there was a militant of the Nelson Knights with a blue nose and a swollen face, who had been beaten so badly from top to bottom that he was unconscious.

-- After escaping the southern battlefield where the whole line collapsed, Macmillan and Roderick dodged the bombardment and shook off the pursuers along the way; He also took all kinds of vehicles such as cars, bicycles, scooters, and small motorboats, and passed by Chinese destroyers on the sea in fear, and finally escaped into the city of London in the middle of the night, preparing to gather the remnants and rely on key neighborhoods such as Westminster and Whitehall to continue the resistance.

However, what he never dreamed of was that the group of soft bones who had stayed behind in the rear before would actually dismiss their subordinates spinelessly tonight and surrender to the king! And he still managed to catch a soldier of the Southern Army who was about to flee home, and finally happened to ask for the news.

How unforgivable!

Fortunately, before rushing to Westminster, Macmillan also managed to go around South London, and with his previous prestige, he put together thousands of armed liliang, as well as a lot of "heavy weapons", if the number of enemies was scarce, he might be able to turn the whole situation around.

But it is better to ask for others than for yourself, so, after sulking for a while, Macmillan turned back and shouted, "...... Bazooka, an immediate salvo! ”

- Suddenly, a beautiful red tail flame flew through the sky, across the surface of the Thames...... A large wave of rockets is approaching! (To be continued......)