81_81266Next to a large crater is a pile of rubble from a collapsed building. Above the rubble was a small British defensive position, and two British machine gunners were lying in the rubble, watching the crossroads in the distance.

Their uniforms were tattered, covered with gray tweed coats for civilians, and they wore suit trousers that looked no different from those of the partisans. These days, the German offensive has become less violent, and it seems that Rundstedt would prefer to trap the whole of London in order to reduce the casualties of his troops.

Supplies had long been cut off, and only the stockpiled ammunition was somewhat assured that, according to Churchill's words, good soldiers would always find something to eat in the ruins. They found it, so they survived.

In fact, the food has been cut off, and what can be eaten has been looted three times by citizens, refugees, and the army, so you can imagine what is left. A few days ago, the German army distributed food in the controlled area, and many refugees went to collect it, and a chance of survival seemed to be more important than the hatred of the country.

Two Stuka 2 attack planes flew overhead, dropping bombs not far away, and London was becoming less and less worthy of air raids, so that even German planes had become less common in recent days, and these flying Urges were now frequenting some of Britain's southernmost points to destroy the war potential there.

"Hey, look over there! The Germans attacked. In the silence, the secondary shooter pushed his arm against the sleepy heavy. Hearing this, the machine gunner immediately became energetic and tightened his grip on the machine gun in his hand.

He pressed his crosshair against the first German soldier in the head, who bent over and walked slowly through the ruins cautiously, then observing his surroundings from time to time. However, looking at his appearance, it was obvious that he did not notice the British machine-gun position that was aiming at him not far ahead.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the British machine gun fired, and the bullet hit the German soldier in the front row, and then swept down the other behind him. However, the German soldiers in the back were obviously very sophisticated, and they quickly fell to the ground, reducing their own casualties.

"Bah!" a German soldier who spotted them returned fire with an old-fashioned Mauser 98K rifle, the bullet struck the rubble not far in front of the secondary shooter, splattering a cloud of debris. Soon, several German soldiers found the location of the British soldier under the reminder of their companions, and began to return fire violently with MP-44 assault rifles and G43 semi-automatic rifles, and the bullets flew past the British, immediately suppressing the British machine gun.

Two German soldiers got up from the ground and pulled their wounded companions back to the corner of the street, and the wounded Germans let out a series of screams. Two British soldiers retreated from the other side of the rubble in a hail of bullets, and two grenades soon fell from their original positions.

"Boom, boom!" Two huge explosions kicked up rubble and rubble, and the Germans also took advantage of this explosion to rush to the high ground and began to look everywhere for the British soldiers who had attacked them, and under the ruins, two British soldiers had already climbed into the sewers and climbed the rusty ladder back into the subway tunnel.

Before the machine gun could be retrieved, two British soldiers casually drew their pistols. It was not safe under the subway, and after more than a month of hard fighting, the Germans became more familiar with the city, and they had more specialized special squads than the British soldiers, who could only be considered elite soldiers in head-to-head combat, but in this complex environment, they could simply be said to be experts in urban warfare.

Many British soldiers were attacked and killed by these German special forces while they were drilling sewers or using the subway system to escape. Therefore, the British soldiers, who were familiar with the German way of fighting, were now very careful, and they carefully walked through the city to avoid being killed by their own men or the Germans.

The two men struggled to move forward in the dimly lit tunnel, the slight sound of footsteps harsh in the open space, but they could only endure the terrible sound, for they had to move constantly to escape the pursuit of the Germans on the ground.

A few days after the British had planted mines in the sewers, the Germans began to plant mines wherever they were, turning the dark and eerie sewers into a minefield that neither side liked very much. No one can be sure of the absolute security of a certain area, thinking that it is difficult to say that next to a German mine, there is a British mine.

So the Germans rarely operated underground, and they did not have the patience to accompany the British in a rat-like war. They blew up some of the lots, stationed small forces at some important intersections, and used the most efficient way to compress the space for the British to operate.

On both sides of the pitch-black tunnel, a black hole muzzle was pointed at the approaching British soldiers, and a German special forces soldier with a face painted with black oil paint squatted there like a stone without making a sound, and behind him, a similarly equipped teammate was also aimed at the uninvited guests who broke into their defensive circle with a gun.

They entered the subway area yesterday evening, and were responsible for covering the sappers to clear some of the mines laid by the British, and then take control of the area. In this way, it would be possible to fill in the last unidentified underground area of the occupied area, and cut off the possibility of the British using the subway tunnel to infiltrate.

However, it seems that two British soldiers were still missing, and it is estimated that these two British soldiers were British partisans who had infiltrated the day before yesterday. The commander of the German special forces led by him raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and it seemed that he had gained something today.

The British soldier, who was the secondary marksman, was also a veteran who was familiar with the area, and he noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere as he ran with his comrades. When he habitually stopped, he could already see the muzzle of the gun pointed at him by the faint light not far away.

With a wry smile, he was about to raise his hands, but the Heavy behind him saw his gesture of raising his hands, apparently froze for a moment, and then subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away. The British soldier saw his comrade turning around with his peripheral vision, and immediately knew that something was wrong, so he quickly grabbed the pistol that had not yet been thrown, raised his hand and prepared to shoot back.

"Bah!" The guns rang out, and the Germans apparently did not give them a chance to resist, and the two British soldiers fell into the tunnel, clutching their wounds and struggling. In street fighting in London, the Germans were less fond of taking prisoners because it would waste a lot of valuable time and might cause them some trouble, so they were more accustomed to shooting and killing a threatening target.

The sound of gunshots could be heard far away in the tunnels, but for those who were used to the sound, it didn't seem to be any different from the sound of eating and farting. This sound is heard every hour and even every second every day, as if snoring is so commonplace.

Near a subway station with kerosene lamps, scrapped subway cars and some debris piled up to form an improvised defensive position, dozens of British soldiers heard the gunfire not far away, raised their heads vigilantly, and looked in the direction where the gunshots came from in the distance. Not far behind them, dozens of beds were lying on them with the wounded.

On the other hand, there were crowded civilians in London, England, who did not have the courage to die with the Germans, and were unwilling to surrender to the Germans, so they had to huddle together and wait for their final fate. Most of these refugees were women and children, so even Churchill did not force them to die on the front lines.

Less than a hundred meters behind this defensive position was the entrance to a staircase that continued downward, and below it was the deepest underground dugout in London, and in it lived Churchill, the commander-in-chief of the London garrison.

In front of him hung a map of the defense of the area now controlled by the British defenders, and now his position was less than 300 meters away from the front line to the north, and the Germans just did not know his exact location, otherwise with his current defensive strength, the Germans would have reached his place with only a few attacks.

"It has been confirmed that the troops attacking the southern outskirts belong to the 1st Infantry Division of Army Group A, and that they have no intention of entering the city, but only to cut off our last supply line. Pointing to a map, one officer told Churchill: "The Germans in the east have captured one of our reserve ammunition depots, which have been burned by the defenders, but we have fewer ammunition in reserve, so the anticipated counterattack in the north has been cancelled." ”

"How long will it be before the Germans come to me......" Churchill didn't seem to care much about the counterattack, he was a little sluggish, and slowly asked his close officers: "If we hold out for another five days, will the Americans declare war on Germany?"

Will the Americans declare war on the Germans? Churchill asks this question almost every few hours these days. He was concerned about the Soviet-German war that had just broken out on the Eastern Front, about the war situation in North Africa, and even more about whether the Americans would enter the war. ”

But most of the bad news he got these days, the Germans were triumphant on the Soviet-German battlefield, Rommel began to launch a counterattack in North Africa, and the Americans remained still. The miracle he had hoped for did not seem to happen, and the Germans on the battlefields he saw as turning points were victorious.

Just the other day, Liverpool surrendered, and the keels of two aircraft carriers were destroyed by British sapper blasting. However, a destroyer fleet eventually surrendered and was taken over by the Germans. Now that Britain has been completely cut off by the Germans, the British government in the north has begun to negotiate peace with Germany, while the British government in the south is now only in ruins