Explosions, gunshots, cannons, roars, wailings, howls......

The blazing flames dyed the dark night sky a brilliant crimson.

The city of London, which has not been set foot by any foreign enemy since the Glorious Revolution of 1689, has now become the most ruthless battlefield.

In this brilliant sea of fire, neighbors, colleagues, classmates and friends are engaged in countless brutal battles to the death - countless armed and unarmed figures are shuttling through the streets and alleys, killing each other with bullets, bombs, knives and sticks. Just because of the difference in skin color and faith, driven by "righteousness" and "God" and "Allah", these people, who may be very close in normal times, have to shout each other's nicknames, while stabbing each other in the stomach with tears, or punching bullets into each other's hearts!

-- Although Chief Macmillan, from the very beginning of the coup, had to send the main force to Kent, south of London, to resist the attack of the French Foreign Legion with all his might, and had no energy to carry out any kind of purge in the city of London. However, there are still many "volunteer patriots" who are only under his name, but do not listen to the command very much, and are generally unwilling to follow the large army into the field to suffer aerial bombs and resist tank attacks, but are more willing to complete their lofty mission of "exterminating infidels" and "purifying England" in the familiar urban area of London.

As for the more unconscionable thugs, they saw the catastrophe as a tyrannical to vent their horns. Taking advantage of the fact that law and order were gone, they roamed the streets in droves. Smash down any shop that wasn't burned, loot everything from chewing gum to leather shoes, and get killed by a stray bullet. Or be "blacked out" by more ferocious bandits...... They don't care about their beliefs and righteousness, let alone the color of their robbers or the nationalities they belong to, they just wantonly smash and loot and burn. White thugs rob white citizens, black thugs rob black citizens, Christians rob and kill Christians, Muslims rob and kill Muslims – there is no clear camp at a glance. There is only the bloody law of the jungle and the law of the jungle.

All in all, stimulated by blood and death, the citizens of the entire city of London were inspired to be tyrannical and robber. Caught in brutal cannibalism, either killing or being killed. In addition, at the risk of being robbed halfway, he helped the old and the young to escape from the city. Take refuge in the countryside...... In just a few days. London's busiest streets are littered with charred corpses, and rows of houses have been reduced to torches. Some of the women who had been abused in turn struggled to escape from the burning apartment, only to be caught by the smiling thugs, whose limbs were broken alive and thrown back into the fire.

When London became the Colosseum, the demeanor of these English gentlemen was also lost, and each heart became harder than granite.

In order to protect the life and property safety of yourself and your family. Citizens in London's neighborhoods had to search for all the materials they had at hand. Build barricades on the roads to keep out the mob's attacks. However, skirmishes were also raging between the native Anglo-Saxons and the settlements of foreign immigrants -- because of the shortage of guns and ammunition, "civilian street fighting weapons" such as car bombs, potato guns, and improvised catapults appeared one after another, and improvised rockets and Molotov cocktails were often fired at each other from different neighborhoods......

Because the melee used too many Molotov cocktails in the fight, as time passed, the fire in the city of London, which was once suppressed by the rain, has once again resurfaced and completely lost control, evolving from a dense forest of flames to a behemoth waterfall of flames, as if hanging from the clouds, turning London into a pool of red lava! A battlefield of endless fighting!

Therefore, in Zuihou, except for the area of Westminster and Whitehall Street, where the British central government is located, which was protected by the order of the Nelson Knights because of its political significance, it is almost impossible to find a truly safe corner in the entire urban area of Greater London.

And at this moment, in this purgatory of death, there is a break into the French Foreign Legion, or the European Union intervention force.

-- Under the dark night, which was lit crimson by the light of the fire, colorful flares and flares rose one after another among the high-rise buildings, accompanied by a dense burst of gunfire, cannons, bombs, blazing fire, and whizzing missiles and airplanes, decorating the night sky like a carnival.

The flames of the explosions began to rain through the night sky, the French tricolor and the European Union flag on a blue background began to flutter through the streets of London, heavy tanks crushed the thin barricades, and fire-breathing barrels blew buildings to pieces......

However, although the offensive momentum of the French Foreign Legion seemed to be like a rainbow, and it could be said that it was devastating and invincible on the battlefield outside London, after the attack on the city of London, it still advanced more and more slowly, and gradually felt like it was stuck in a quagmire.

-- On this night, because the long-cherished wish of successfully crossing the sea and attacking London for the first time in the centuries-old struggle between France and England for hegemony was about to be realized, the French Foreign Legion, who appeared to be arrogant and high-spirited, was certainly using the most surging passion and the most heroic courage to bring into full play the combat skills they had painstakingly honed over the years, and to do their best to destroy the enemy on the opposite side. But the Nelson Knights, who retreated to the city, still continued to hold on to their ideals, vowing to fight to Zuihou for the city that has carried the glory of England for thousands of years.

Because they have fallen into a desperate situation, because they are already trapped beasts, the cohesion and combat effectiveness of these rabble have been enhanced.

At this moment, they are not fighting for power and profit, but fighting to defend their homeland and the glory in their blood!

Those cowardly fellows had already taken off their camouflage uniforms and dropped their guns when they were leaving the front line in Kent. He ran to the countryside away from the French attack route. The rest of these guys who are willing to fight to the death are all ruthless people who have put life and death aside - as the saying goes, the horizontal is afraid of the cold. Leng is afraid of dying, the opponent is a bunch of unwanted guys, and it is in the urban area with complex terrain, which is really head-scratching.

What's worse is that because of the lack of propaganda and communication before the invasion of London, the black, Indian and Pakistani and North African Muslim militants in the city. It was not clear whether the French Foreign Legion was friend or foe, and as a result, many clashes and accidental injuries broke out in the ensuing street fighting, for example. In order to fend off French tanks running over the roofs of their own tattered sheds, several armed groups of blacks did not hesitate to launch RPG rocket launchers...... Then it was immediately bombarded by shells, machine-gun fire, and crushed by tracks, and turned into bone slag and minced meat......

And even more sad is the RPG bazooka they just used. Or was it secretly provided by the EU side before the outbreak of civil unrest in the UK.

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“…… Ahem. What the hell is going on! Weishenme burned all at once! Shh ”

In a remote neighborhood south of London, Colonel Barnazar, the commander of the British front of the French Foreign Legion, tried to poke his head out of the armored vehicle to take a look around him, only to be met by a scorching wave of air that made him barely open his eyes.

Then, the wall of fire in front of him made him gasp in horror for a breath of turbid air full of burnt smell.

-- The next moment. In front of his eyes, an old three-story house collapsed in a sea of fire. A large cloud of choking smoke and dust rolled up, and many people in the vicinity were caught off guard for a while, and their eyes were hurt by the hot ash, and they couldn't help but howl loudly.

Suddenly, the fire grew bigger and bigger, and at the same time it flew out countless scattered ember sparks, falling on the roofs and window holes around them, and in an instant more flames burst out again - they began to crackle and spit out vicious smoke, so hot that the air was burning, and it seemed that they couldn't wait, and they were desperate to devour and burn something. The fierce flames and heat that seemed to be pouring out of a molten iron furnace made it impossible to get close to it.

What's worse is that the so-called house leak happened to rain overnight, and a strong east wind blew from the sea, which suddenly set off a hot wave and swept in all directions, only stirring up sparks and filling the sky with soot. Bright tongues of fire also rode the wind over the barriers, alleys, rivers and green spaces, and licked the buildings in the neighboring blocks. As a result, deadly billowing smoke and bright flames poured out of the narrow alley in just a few dozen seconds, making it seem like a churning hell in all directions, filled with the beep of burning fire and the loud rumble of houses collapsing.

Then, the howling wind fell further down the well, causing choking dust and smoke to fill every corner of the neighborhood...... Soon the crowd of people hiding in the houses here was forced out, and these dying and struggling people were completely out of order, dragging their wives and children, relatives and friends, running wildly in the fire, trying to find a safe shelter, the small trees on both sides of the road were broken one by one by the crowd, and even some sections of metal railings that were in the way were forced out of the gaps by the refugees with their flesh and blood......

In this race of life and death, some of the infirm moved a little slower, and were pushed to the ground from behind, and their bodies were immediately trampled dirty by countless stinky feet running wildly. When the crowd finally dispersed, they trembled and struggled to get up, but they were knocked down again by the next wave of people and continued to trample on the ...... In the orange firelight, the streets were full of trampled and injured guys, lying on the ground groaning in pain and dying, but there was no one to take care of them, and Zuihou could only be slowly engulfed by the approaching flames......

Even the officers and men of the French Foreign Legion, led by Colonel Banazal, could only quickly reverse and retreat, then temporarily stopped in an empty parking lot, climbed out of the armored car to rest and breathe, and began to study the map, trying to find an offensive path that could bypass the fire.

“…… According to my reckoning, someone must have set it on fire in an attempt to kill us all along with it - what a bunch of unwanted people! ”

His German lieutenant, the blonde sorceress Dachphany, sighed, "...... These old wooden houses on both sides of the street are probably doused with gasoline. And before the trap was laid, even the people in the house were not evacuated...... This is the gentlemanly demeanor of the British? ”

“…… I heard that there were some heroes in ancient times. Before he dies, he will kill all his relatives and friends and bury himself...... These extremist lunatics in Britain. Maybe it's the same idea. Colonel Banazal muttered, "...... What is the latest state of progress of our army? ”

To answer this question, Dachphany immediately called up a map of London on the LCD screen of her portable tablet, and then roughly drew a few arrows. But Colonel Banazar was annoyed when he saw it: "...... What the? Even our fastest vanguard hasn't reached Kennington (a block south London)? It's so slow! When will we be able to bring the flag to the Thames? He snorted.

“…… You also have to be considerate of our soldiers, since they set foot on English soil. They had been fighting almost sleepless for so many days, and they were very tired. Rubbing the dark circles on her face, she replied weakly. …… So, we have to ......"

“…… Phew—"

Before she could finish speaking, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air above her head. In such a hurry, Colonel Banazal shouted, "Lie down!" And he threw her to the ground.

At the same time, everyone outside the armored vehicle lay down in this pile of rubble. Then an RPG rocket shot from somewhere was heard exploding next to the armored car. Blew up a track on the spot. But the enemy's fireman apparently exposed himself as well, and the vehicle-mounted machine gun immediately chased after his ass and swept him in two until he was cut in two. The French troops who were ambushed were not harmed, and they helped each other to get up again.

“…… Call for air support! Artillery salvo! Add fire to them again. But Colonel Banazar was still annoyed and immediately ordered.

As a result, the mortars that had just been erected here immediately opened fire on the orders of the artillery observers, and when the strings of shells fell, they made a terrible whistling. Smashed several nearby buildings suspected of harboring enemies into a blast of rubble, almost being toppled and flattened by fireballs and heat waves.

But. The brutal street fighting that broke out in the city of London will probably take a long time to end......

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On the north bank of the River Thames, in a historic old town.

In a labyrinthine of deep and winding alleys, several anxious armed men were stumbling and running in a hurry.

In front of them, on the right and left, there was almost a smoke of desperate fire—countless bright and scorching flames, writhing wildly in the night sky, big and small, burning redder and redder, gradually merging into a large expanse, burning everything that could be burned!

Breathing in the scorching air, listening to the crackling sound of fire, dodging the debris and wood chips from the collapse of the building, Macmillan, who was dizzy, suddenly stumbled under his feet and tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, which immediately made his eyes run in pain and he almost fainted.

But no matter how much he shouted and cursed, no one helped him up. In desperation, Macmillan had to groan and sit up alone, and when he looked back, he found that the surroundings were empty, and several of Zuihou's followers did not know where to go, and he was already alone now!

This discovery made him stunned for a while, and after a while, he leaned his head against the wall and burst out with a self-deprecating daxiao:

“…… hahahaha！ Let's go! All gone! To hell with all great causes, all pure England! ”

With tears in his eyes, he frantically daxiao a few times, thinking that the cause he had fought for all his life was in ashes, and now that he was the enemy of the whole world, and he was cornered, Macmillan couldn't help but feel discouraged, so he simply pulled out a pistol from his waist and prepared to kill himself by drinking bullets here.

However, before he could bring the pistol to his temple, with a burst of laughter like a silver bell, a petite figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

“…… Kukuku, damn little mouse, I've finally caught you, and I'm running away so fast! I almost let you slip away! ”

This is a petite beauty dressed in a gothic black lace dress with white skin. She has cute short ear-length hair and a decorative top hat diagonally. But what is even more remarkable is her pair of heterochromatic eyes—the black left eye is ordinary, but the golden right eye is violently releasing indescribable oppressive force. Let this cute Lori, who is light and soft and easy to push down, seem to have become a fierce beast that chooses people to eat!

--Macmillan was horrified to find that his body seemed to turn into wood in an instant, and he could no longer move for some reason!

“…… Kukukuku, this uncle, you're so big, people can't seem to carry it! What the hell should I do?! Kotori Yu Mahaku bit his fingers cutely, and looked at Macmillan's figure with some distress, which immediately made him break out in a cold sweat.

“…… In order to lighten the burden, exactly two hands should be cut off? Or is it better to have two legs? That's right! Let's let this uncle go on his own! ”

Little Bird You Zhenbai smiled and clapped his hands, so Mr. Macmillan, who was living for the rest of his life, had to raise his hands flat, in the form of a zombie jump, driven by the "True Eye of the Evil King" of a certain black Lori, and jumped towards the Westminster Houses of Parliament...... (To be continued......)

PS: The next volume of content referendum: Do you want to see the American Confederate during the Civil War, or Britain during the Arthurian era?

Speaking of which, Americans always felt that the Civil War was cruel, but compared with the Taiping War of the same period, it was really too civilized. When the Northern Army burned Atlanta, it drove the citizens out first, and when Shaanxi and Gansu returned to chaos, they specially picked women and children to open the knife.

Moreover, although the south was difficult, according to the reflection of "Gone with the Wind", until the end of the war, sweet potatoes and corn were always eaten, but there was a lack of fine grain, cloth, and medicine, and basically not many people were starved to death.

Compared to my contemporaries - alas, this is already heaven.

So, crossing over to the Confederacy, you may not be able to make a lot of money.

The main problem in Britain in the time of King Arthur was that there were almost no historical records, and it was all made up blindly, and it was easy to get out of place.

Not to mention that there are traversers over there tinkering and making everything unrecognizable.

Is it reasonable for me to set the time of King Arthur as the end of the Western Roman Empire, but the time before the fall of the Western Roman Empire (450 AD, on the eve of the Battle of Chalons)? Did the Anglo-Saxons already land in Britain at that time? Or a little later?