81_81266 "The Germans are already so close? When he heard that the Germans could already bombard London, John was speechless in shock. The last time he heard about the German attack was near Cambridge, and God knows how he could have reached London so quickly.

The officer who was Johan's backer smiled wryly, these unfavorable news of the war naturally would not be publicized everywhere, and it was natural that if they could not hide it, the government would even claim that the Germans had been beaten away.

They didn't eat lunch, not because they were too busy, but because they ran out of food. The Germans had already begun to storm the city, and the small thing of feeding the civilians was naturally forgotten. The whole of London was unusually silent, like a dying beast, quiet and suffocating.

John and the officer went out to look for food, but they rummaged through the ruins for a long time and did not find any decent food. The two of them walked one after the other to the bomb shelter where they were, their hearts full of frustration.

I heard that the officer spent a lot of money, and even took out the gold bars that had been hidden, so that he could buy the relationship and get a place to go to the United States. But because the war situation took a turn for the worse, and before he could send his son away, the Germans entered London. As the traffic was chaotic and the German bombardment became so ferocious that the officer's son missed boarding the ship and had to starve in a bomb shelter in London with John's family.

The officers are in a very bad mood these days, and the reason can be known without asking. Two men stopped on a street corner, the officer pulled out two cigarettes, and the two men just stood on the corner and swallowed the clouds.

"There was an order from above to distribute gasoline, bayonets. The officer smoked a cigarette as he talked about the task he had just been assigned to: "That bastard Churchill wanted everyone to go to hell with him. ”

"Let him hell, the army can't hold its ground, and it's hard for him to think of a woman and a child to be buried with him! John exhaled a puff of white smoke and cursed.

More than a dozen British soldiers ran in the distance, and by looking at their outfits, they knew that they were the main British forces that had been on the front line. Their clothes were tattered and covered with dust and dirt. Exhaustion was written on their faces, but they still clung to the guns in their hands.

Some were carrying ammunition, some were carrying machine guns, some were carrying grenades in one hand and rifles in the other, and these people bent over and moved cautiously against the wall, passing John and the officers, no one saluted or stopped, and their eyes were as if they were looking at two dead men.

The penultimate soldier stopped, stretched out his hand, and spoke in his hoarse voice, "Is there a cigarette?" ”

John touched his pocket and shook his head with a wry smile. The officer pulled out his cigarette case, pulled out one, and handed it to the soldier. Then he struck a match and lit it for the soldier.

The soldier took a sip, then nodded in thanks, "Thanks, you'd better get out of the spacious area, the Germans have some squads that like to infiltrate, and their snipers are very accurate." With that, he followed his comrades and ran towards the neighborhood where black smoke kept rising in the distance.

"It's as if there's such a thing. The officer looked at the soldiers who had run away with disdain, and sneered: "They can't even hold their positions, and they are embarrassed to remind us to pay attention to safety, if I ......"

John was listening to the officer's complaints, when he suddenly saw that something had pierced the officer's chest, and blood was splattered on his face, and he was so frightened that he quickly shrank his neck, and then fled to the corner of the side.

The loud gunshots rang out, and John probably heard the direction of the gunshots, and he adjusted his concealment angle to avoid being hit by the sniper, and then crouched down against the wall to look at the officer who had fallen to the ground.

"Hey, are you alright?" John asked in a whisper as he looked at the officer lying in a pool of blood, as if he had alarmed someone.

"I ...... By...... Hit! Help...... I ......" the backer officer seemed to be struggling on the ground little by little, and asked for help intermittently with difficulty: "Help ...... life"

"Oh God, I don't dare come near you!sir!he's near the building over there, I'm going to get hit when I go out!" John said with tears streaming down his eyes against the wall, "You...... Wait for me! I'll go find a stick! Grab the stick, I'll pull you over!"

In a hurry, he quickly turned around and ran in the opposite direction, left the officer on the ground who was still shouting for help over and over again, ran to the vicinity of a piece of ruins, pulled out a tattered curtain on it, and quickly ran back to the place where the officer had fallen on the street.

However, he did not throw the curtain out when he ran to the place, because the officer on the ground was no longer breathing and struggling. He lay there with his eyes open, motionless and silent. John leaned against the wall and gasped, looking at the corpse that had gradually become cold, and the tears in his eyes could not stop flowing. It's sad that you've been living with yourself in this hellish London for so long, taking care of yourself for so long, and you didn't even have time to say a word when you left.

Even he didn't know how long he had been sitting and staring at the corpse, until a few British soldiers ran past him, and he came to his senses. A British soldier went around the corner and leaned against the wall to catch his breath, then glanced at John, who was sitting at his feet.

"I said there might be snipers, but you didn't listen. The soldier sneered, then kicked John's thigh sitting next to him, and pointed to the other side of the wall: "If you want to die, you can continue to sit here, there is a German tank on the side of the intersection less than two hundred meters in that direction, or it won't be long before it can drive over." ”

John glanced at the officer's body again, he didn't dare to stay here, he got up and ran to the other side of the street with a few British soldiers, and when he reached the end, he turned around and looked at the officer's body again, and found that around the corner, on the other side of where he had just been sitting, there happened to be a German soldier with half of his head leaking out and looking at him.

He hurried into the corner of this end, separating the two sides from each other's sights. It was the first time in John's life that he had seen a German soldier, and the young German boy was a bit like his neighbor's son, except that he looked a few years older.

Realizing how close he was to the German soldiers, John looked in the direction of the bomb shelter where his house was located, and took a Lee Enfield rifle from a British soldier. He picked up the gun, pulled the bolt, then took out the grenade from his pocket, which was still warm, pulled open the safety ring and threw it hard in the direction of the German rush.

The battle raged in the streets, and John didn't dare to aim when he picked up his rifle, but just fired a bullet and mechanically loaded the ammunition in the rifle, and then continued to shoot. He and a few British soldiers stuck to a few rooms on the corner, and then the troops who arrived pushed an anti-tank gun, and dozens of British soldiers miraculously held their positions until the evening when the gunfire gradually subsided.

In the course of the fighting, explosions came from the surrounding buildings from time to time, and many civilians knew that the Germans were coming, and they did not have the courage to attack the German ** team, so they chose to commit suicide in advance, and those grenades issued to people became the best tools for suicide.

However, when John dragged his tired body, carried the rifle on his back, and returned to his home, accompanied by several new "comrades-in-arms", he found that it was not just an officer who had left this world today.

The ruffians and hooligans who had been driven away by John were back here, and they began to commit crimes in the neighborhood again because of hunger, this time taking advantage of John's absence to take revenge. Unexpectedly, when he was about to commit murder against John's wife and children, John's wife, who was unbearable, pulled the grenade left at home. The bodies of John's wife, two children, and a few ruffians were still lying in the dugout, while Mrs. Mary was crouching in the corner and mad.

John looked at the remaining old men and women in the bomb shelter with an expressionless face, and suddenly laughed: "Hehehe, hahaha." Well, well, I'm fighting to the death outside, and that's how you reward me......"

In a fit of rage, he grabbed the grenade from his comrade and pulled the safety ring. Several comrades-in-arms were so frightened that they quickly escaped from the bomb shelter, and then the gate of the bomb shelter sprayed thick dust because of an explosion.

John died, as the most ordinary little man in London, and died in the most obscurity in his own "home". He lived desperately, had a good hope, and wanted to desperately fight for a way for his child to live, but after failure, his family was ruined.

And the officer who was John's backer also died, and he had hoped for a better ending than John, but he was still dead, on a street corner, in that familiar place that he had walked so many times. And the whereabouts of his children are unknown, and his wife was killed by John in the place that can be called home.

Street fighting in London was still going on, and the British soldiers were on every nook and cranny, and they did their best to stop the German attack, fighting every block and every road, fighting in every room of every building, fighting repeatedly in every room in the kitchen and drawing room, and they themselves did not seem to know what to fight for.

On the first day of the street fighting in London, the German ** team entered the outskirts of London and engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the British defenders on the outskirts of the city. After a day of hard fighting, the British recaptured most of the blocks occupied by the Germans, driving the Germans back to the edge of the city