Defeated! Utterly defeated!

To the south of London, on the roads near the battlefield in Kent, there was a rush of people and cars flowing in a chaotic way north.

Behind them is a burning scorching purgatory; In front of them, there was still a burning scorching purgatory.

Chief Macmillan, the supreme commander of the "Nelson Knights", with his body covered in dust and smoke, personally drove a dilapidated jeep that he had obtained from nowhere, withstood the continuous artillery fire and gunsmoke, mixed with the fleeing soldiers, and staggered back to London. Along the way, he was swayed by oncoming traffic from time to time, or blocked by several people who suddenly appeared from the side. It took him a lot of effort to control the front of the car, and the palm of his hand holding the steering wheel was about to cramp: "...... Tsk, I should have gotten a pair of gloves to put on. Those people should not have escaped, but they all crowded together - hey, you guys don't walk on the side of the road well, or you accidentally bump into it, I won't admit it! ”

The highway, which had been bombed by high-explosive shells and blackened by incendiary bombs, was crowded with routs who had lost order and morale. Unable to find a superior who gave them orders, and not knowing where to go next, many people were running aimlessly there, colliding with trucks, vans, cars, and jeeps laden with wounded soldiers and ammunition, and a shrill noise emanating from the crowd, as if a huge iceberg was breaking and collapsing, kicking up suffocating dust along the way.

Around Chief Macmillan's jeep. A long procession of soldiers was passing by, covered in dust and tiredness. It seemed to be a few thousand, all of them with the same messy hair. Dressed in dirty clothes and with a gun on his shoulder, he hurried along, and as soon as he heard the whistling of planes and shells, he rushed into the ditch by the side of the road. After repeating it a few times, they all became unkempt beggars.

In order to be able to exit the battlefield as soon as possible, they tried their best to find all the means of transportation. From farm tractors to trailer motorcycles, people have dared to drive them down the road, and some have even gotten a double-decker bus...... But the surface of the road has long been blown up into potholes. There are countless vehicle wrecks piled up, coupled with occasional aircraft bombing and missile strikes, and there is no one to guide road traffic at all, so various car accidents continue to occur along the way. And every rollover or crash. will lead to a group fight that delays time even more......

- This is simply the most unseemly bad retreat! Looking at the soldiers who were scolding each other, fists and kicks, and the scrapped vehicles that were almost blocking the road, Chief Macmillan finally couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

Although he was well aware that only a quarter of these lads had military experience, and the rest probably hadn't touched their guns for the first time until a few days ago - it was good to have such a ragtag military quality instead of having a nervous breakdown and shooting at their own people.

Next, the situation with the retreat became even worse. As several rockets crashed down near the road, the traffic and people quickly became more crowded and panicked. Especially when there was a stupid guy behind him who actually drove a tanker truck to catch up. No matter how annoyed he was, Macmillan had to turn the wheel and pull the car aside – God knows if the tanker was full or empty. If it's empty, that's fine, but if it's carrying a full cart of fuel and then it's bombed and detonated...... Well, in order to avoid turning into a rotisserie chicken, let's step back!

Looking back, on the abandoned line of defense behind him, the sky was full of red light, and his ears were full of roars, and the shells, missiles and bombers of the EU intervention force were in waves, and there was not a moment of free time in the sky, and there was not a moment when the explosions on the ground could be quelled......

It is clear that for them, the putschists, everything is over, the crumbling line of defense has finally collapsed completely, and the French and Germans are about to storm the gates of London, the capital of Britain - for the first time since the "Glorious Revolution", a foreign army has entered London!

Chief Macmillan did not like this disgraceful new record at all, but he had to see it gradually become a reality.

There was another shrill whistling in the sky, and two EU bombers swept through the air, dropping two rows of swarthy iron bumps. The people on the ground were like ants submerged in a flood, with heart-rending wails, rolling and crawling to the sides of the road to avoid them

Seeing this, Macmillan reached out and nimbly pushed the car door, dragging the two fellow travelers into a bush, and then heard a sharp bomb bursting through the air...... The next moment, the scorching waves of air and the deafening explosion struck along with the tremor of the earth, and in an instant, his mind was buzzing and numb, and his stomach was even more overturned, so he didn't vomit out.

Slapping off the sand covering his face and looking up at the bombers roaring away, Macmillan felt a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

In fact, as a mercenary company owner with extensive experience, he is not without his own experience of air raids and bombings - in the past years, in Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Latin America and Black Africa, as a "military contractor" (the modern legal term for mercenary groups) to help Americans fight wars, he has more than once drunk Coca-Cola, nibbled on potato chips, while watching NATO warplanes bomb indiscriminately, using powerful ground-penetrating bombs to kill Muslim terrorists hidden deep underground. It was like a rat out of a hole in the ground.

However, it was their own side that firmly occupied the sky, watching the enemy being pressed to the ground and raging, and if the position was reversed, it would be their turn to be bombed in the open field...... Well, with the huge difference in tenacity between the English football hooligans and the Chinese Volunteers to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, it is a miracle that Macmillan's rabble was able to fight the French Foreign Legion for two days and two nights in a field without any ready-made fortifications before collapsing!

It's noon today. When he threw a squad of wheeled armored vehicles into a short counterattack, only to be destroyed by the French helicopter gunships in just five minutes, Chief Macmillan had the following realization: in modern warfare. It is almost impossible to win a defensive war without air supremacy. Just as in the Iraq War of that year, the American GIs relied on their overwhelming air superiority and inferior forces to penetrate the enemy's hinterland and easily ravage the outnumbered army of the Republic of Iraq.

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The chaos caused by the bombing of EU planes continued for a while, and when Macmillan finally coughed and got up, he saw a huge crater blown in the middle of the road ahead. Several charred corpses and metal remains stuck at the bottom of the pit, wisps of scorched green smoke rising from the pit...... The worst part is that one side of this section of the road is a mud swamp. On the other side is a pond - so as soon as the crater explodes, the entire road is cut off.

“…… The road ahead is completely broken, and we have no engineering units to fill in the potholes, and even the routed soldiers are no longer listening to orders. ”

Sir Roderick, who was also disgraced, slapped his clothes. While muttering to Macmillan. “…… Now what? ”

In his previous battle with the French Foreign Legion, Macmillan was able to evade numerous air strikes and long-range missile bombardment by the European Union thanks to Sir Roderick's prophetic magic. However, in the face of the absolute disparity in strength, this little trick still can't change the general trend of the rout on the whole front.

Therefore, before the temporary command was destroyed by six cruise missiles, they hurriedly boarded the jeep and turned around and fled for their lives in London.

“…… Can't you fill the hole with your magic? Roderick? Macmillan replied without thinking. I remember you had such spells. ”

“…… The magic of leveling the land again? Of course, there is, but there is a limit to the amount of mana I can summon on a given day. And today I've used spells many times to aid your command! ”

Sir Roderick, the former executive director of the British Ministry of Magic, rolled his eyes at this excessive request, "...... What's more, take a look at the front! There was not only one crater that cut off the road, and even a bridge was blown off...... Do you think I'm a god? ”

Following Sir Roderick's outstretched right hand and looking ahead to see clearly the road that had almost been blown to the surface of the moon, Macmillan finally gave up his intention to continue driving, but still reluctantly asked, "...... So, now that the rain has stopped, can you give me a ride with a broomstick? ”

Hearing this, Sir Roderick's face suddenly showed a reluctant expression. But out of the most basic sense of responsibility, he still looked up at the lead-gray overcast sky, and then stretched out his hand to feel the cold wind howling, and then shook his head at Macmillan again, "...... No, Macmillan, although the rain has stopped now, the wind is still too strong, and it may be okay to ride a broom alone, but two people are not very stable, and it is easy to be turned upside down - you know, all magic brooms are designed and made without considering the need for many people to ride them!

Besides, what are you going to do in London now? Now that our armed Liliang has collapsed, the fall of London is a foregone conclusion, and the suppression of other cities is not a problem, shouldn't we be incognito, disguised, and then find a way to go into exile? ”

“…… Roderick, that's so sad! Am I such a shameless coward in your eyes? ”

“…… Well, as far as I know, the civil servants in Whitehall and the MPs in Westminster are pretty much the same......"

While the two of them were standing next to the crater arguing, because they saw that the road ahead was impassable, some of the soldiers who were blocking the truck behind got out of the car one after another, walked around the crater and continued to move towards London. Most of these routs were not wearing standard uniforms, but they were carrying guns on their backs, some of them were hanging on their shoulders, and some of them were upside down, they were so exhausted that they could not go any faster, and they were so tired that they couldn't even bother with the billowing smoke rushing towards them. Almost every soldier looked so grizzled, some were simply barefoot, and many had bandages around their heads or arms...... Despite the miserable appearance of the army, they struggled to continue their advance towards London. There was silence in their mouths, and if they hadn't heard the steady pace, they might have been mistaken for a group of ghosts.

This is because many soldiers have lost too much blood or are physically exhausted in battle. Therefore, there are often people who walk a few steps on the road like cotton, and suddenly their feet go weak and fall into the dust. But he couldn't see others coming to help him, so he just continued to stumble forward silently.

“…… By seeing this historic moment clearly, we will be able to tell future generations how our cause has failed. ”

Sir Roderick whispered to Macmillan as he watched the routs pass by, his eyes full of desolation and confusion.

“…… Ay. Indeed, it almost reminds me of the Frank Islands War (which is a British parlance, commonly known in China as the Falklands War). The scene of the Argentine troops defending the island surrendering to our officers and soldiers...... The same demoralization, the same helplessness and despair......"

Surprisingly, Macmillan, who has always been arrogant, did not fight back, but with a gloomy look. Quietly watched as the retreating group of soldiers slowly departed. “…… However, there should be a silver lining to our cause! ”

He said as he took out two folding bikes from the back of the jeep and handed one of them to Roderick, "...... Ride it, we won't take the road, although this road is flat and strong, but it can't stand too many EU planes that repeatedly harass you! I'm afraid I'm going to be blown up before I get to London...... But it doesn't matter. I happen to know the terrain of this area, and I know that there is a ridge path leading to my family's beach house! It is located at the mouth of the River Thames. It's close to here. On the private jetty of this beach house, a small motorboat is also stored. Now, as long as we can get there by the trail, we can take this motorboat up the river and back to Westminster and Whitehall......"

“…… But what's the point? Sir Roderick asked, confused, "...... We no longer have liliang to resist multinational intervention! ”

“…… Of course it makes sense! Whitehall, Buckingham Palace, London Bridge, Big Ben, Westminster Houses of Parliament, British Empire Museum, ...... There are also captured cabinet members, members of Congress, celebrities and dignitaries...... It's a great bargaining chip for us! ”

Macmillan replied with a sudden smile, a confident look on his face once again, "...... If we can't succeed in seizing the country, then at least force the government to accept our claims, even if only a part of it! ”

However, while Macmillan and Roderick were trekking through the ridges on their bicycles, what the persevering and never-say-die "rebel leader" did not know was that the "minions" he had stayed in London to watch over the family were already preparing to change their ways......

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London, along the River Thames, Westminster Houses of Parliament

This is the largest classical Gothic building in Shijie, once the solemn and solemn center of the highest power in Britain, but at this time it is a mess, due to the power outage, most of the rooms are dim at the moment, and the few rooms that are transparent are constantly coming out of the chaotic noise.

In a room decorated in the classical Victorian era, it was crowded with militants dressed vulgarly with bottles and glasses, and many dissolute women dressed in grease, revealing cut-outs, and shiny jewelry. Under the light of dozens of candles, these men and women who were drunk and dreaming and having fun, hugged each other without hesitation, and were already drunk and crooked, and couldn't stop giggling and laughing, as if they were not in the middle of the battlefield of destruction and death, but more like a candlelight carnival party during the Christmas holiday, completely out of harmony with the surrounding scene - at this time, this absurd and erosive drinking banquet seemed to have begun for a while, so most of these women were already drunk, And the men who hung on their arms were only more drunk than they were.

What's more, there are still people who smoke marijuana cigarettes with pipes or cigarette papers, enjoying the thrill of swallowing clouds and spitting smoke; Or deliriously hugged a certain woman, took off his pants on the spot under the lure of a strange smell, and suppressed the other person's soft body under him to "snap"...... Under the flickering candlelight, the erosive smell of alcohol, marijuana, and aphrodisiacs permeated the air, creating a kind of despair and depravity in the search for pleasure in death......

In the past two short days, the joy of victory has been replaced by the despair of defeat: most of the United Kingdom has been their enemy, the entire international community has been almost overwhelmingly shouting, the long street fighting with the illegal foreign immigrants in the city of London has not ended, and the life-and-death Kentshire front has been defeated...... Listening to such an almost desperate battle situation, the hearts of the remaining personnel of the "Nelson Knights" were almost bursting.

The successive bad news and failures were like a basin of cold water, which calmed down these "over-minded" coups.

As a result, these people, who were originally carried away by passion, suddenly went from one extreme to another, and became very bored with everything they were once passionate about. This is nothing more than the stupidity of killing people indiscriminately and destroying homes. If you had a little bit of brains before this, you wouldn't have fought so recklessly, and you wouldn't have ended up in this situation at all!

How much blood and money did they put into this "great cause", for "pure England", but what was the result? London was in burning ruins, and all of England groaned in blood and fire! At such a cost, instead of exterminating the alien immigrants on British soil, they allowed the Chinese, Russian and EU coalition forces to take the opportunity to pour into the motherland, bloodily tearing off a little of the face of the British Empire! (To be continued......)