81_81266 "The spirit of Nelson is with us!" shouted a British* officer, who, opposite him, more than forty British soldiers, with the command, began to load bayonets on the front end of Lee Enfield's rifle.

"Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to fight alongside you!" the officer smiled as he drew his bayonet from the bayonet scabbard, and then said as he mounted it on the muzzle of his gun: "This is the last time we will fight together, and if God bless the British Empire, then at least our descendants will have the opportunity to fight together!"

"Long live the British Empire!" shouted all in low voices. Then, with the officer's order, these British soldiers rushed to the ruins in front.

Everyone rushed forward with their weapons in hand, no other sound in their ears, only the whirring of the wind, they knew what was waiting for them on the other side, but the honor hidden deep in their bones did not allow them to take a step back.

It's been a hundred years, and they've been the overlords of this world for a whole hundred years, and it's easier for them to kneel down and be dogs than to face the enemy's bullets calmly.

The ruins rolled down under the powerful kick and made a nice rattling sound, and one soldier staggered a few steps from the unevenness under his feet, but still struggled to keep rushing forward. All of them knew that beyond this ruin in front of them, there was a German position on the other side, but they were still fearless, even if it was only one German, everyone thought so.

"Bah!" a gunshot rang out. It was obviously not fired by these British soldiers, who had run out of ammunition and food, so these British soldiers, who had just climbed to the top of the ruins, did not hesitate at all, shouted for victory, and accelerated towards their intended target.

"Bah!" another gunshot rang out from the opposite side, and one British soldier rolled down the slope clutching his chest, while the rest of the British soldiers ignored it and continued to run with their guns on the Germans who were firing.

Run, run. It was as if running was the instinct of these British soldiers, as if that was the only thing they wanted to do and could do at this moment. The soldiers kept moving forward, oblivious to their comrades who had fallen with the sound of gunfire.

"Kill!" the British officer, who rushed to the forefront, roared loudly as he rushed down the slope of the ruins with a rifle with a bayonet in his hand. He seemed to be venting, venting his depression and grievances these days, and venting the resentment that had accumulated in his heart for a long time.

Another bullet flew head-on, piercing the steel helmet worn by one of the British soldiers who followed the officer, and blood rained down in all directions, but the British soldiers who had sacrificed their lives still ran forward with their rifles, and none of them stopped to look at their comrades who were destined to no longer stand up.

"Kill!" everyone shouted, they had no possibility of sneak attack, so they no longer deliberately lowered their voices, their throats were hoarse because of the lack of water, but the voices of the remaining thirty or so people still seemed to shake the earth, and they put their love for this country into this roar, as if only this shout of killing could prove their loyalty.

"Bah!" The gunfire of the Germans on the opposite side became more and more intense, and several British soldiers were shot and fell on the road of their charge, these soldiers who were shot were very silent, they fell to the ground without making a sound, for fear that the screams of pain would distract their comrades.

Soon, they rushed down the slope and began to rush on their backs towards the top of the ruins where the Germans lived. Because it was a back-attack, the speed of their charge quickly slowed down, but the British soldiers still held their guns and approached the German positions step by step.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the German G42 machine gun roared, making a distinctive sound like tearing linen. The "Accardo's Saw" lived up to its name, beating a British soldier into a sieve in an instant.

With the lateral swing of the machine gun, tracer bullets also drew straight beam lines during the day, passing through the bodies of those British soldiers. One by one, the British soldiers were hit by bullets, twisted to the ground, and then rolled down the rubble by their weight, leaving a long trail of blood that looked striking.

"Long live the British Empire...... His Majesty ...... the King's Majesty "The British * officer led by the "Divine Majesty" may have seen the bullet sweeping towards him, so he shouted a slogan loudly, but he was obviously a little slower, and as soon as he shouted half a sentence, he was shot through the chest by the bullet, he shook it twice, and supported his body with his rifle.

He knew that if he fell like this, he would roll down like a stone, and then he would not be able to see his soldiers rushing into the German positions, and then he would not be able to watch his soldiers kill the Germans. So he persisted, hoping to see the moment when the British soldiers jumped into the German trenches.

The machine gun knocked a row of British soldiers to the ground like a wheat cutter, and soon the strafing began again from the other side, at first the German machine gunner fired from left to right, and now he adjusted and began to swing the muzzle of the machine gun from the right to the left.

Ever since machine guns began to appear on the battlefield, intensive charging has become a wasteful and useless act, and the courage to face the machine has become worthless...... Well, it's a bit of an exaggeration, because it's worth at least the price of a bullet.

After two rounds of strafing, there were very few British soldiers rushing in front of the Germans, and the few remaining soldiers obviously did not need to waste machine gun fire, and could just hand them over to the other soldiers. The German machine guns stopped the attack and gave the rest of the credit to the other friendly troops.

"Phew!" another shot rang out, and a German soldier with a G43 semi-automatic rifle was a little nervous because it was his first time on the battlefield, and missed the bullet. He hesitated slightly after reaiming, then pulled his trigger anyway.

This time he hit his target, the bullet hitting the British soldier, and he could even see the hole that the bullet had pierced, and the blood that bloomed. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and held his rifle for a long time without moving his body.

More than forty British soldiers charged, and by this time only one Englishman was left with a rifle trying to climb the ruins. He staggered a little, panting from the constant running. However, he still did not betray the oath he took when he set out, and still persistently moved towards his goal.

No matter what, you have to kill an enemy, there are more than forty people when you set off together, so many people can't die in vain, and you have to kill a German no matter what, so you have to avenge so many dead comrades! He kept admonishing himself in his heart, and then walked forward with difficulty with his rifle.

Chase away the invaders, defend your homeland!! He didn't know why the Germans had come from afar to invade Britain, or why the government was unwilling to surrender after turning London into ruins, but he did know that he had sworn to defend the territory to the end of his life.

In any case, an oath is an oath after all, right? So he felt that he should not retreat, he should tell the Germans on the other side with his practical actions that the British are not cowards!

Limping, he struggled to his feet, and saw a German officer in front of him with his gun raised. That's an MP-44 assault rifle, my brother died under the muzzle of this gun, and many comrades want to get a rifle like this, because in urban street fighting, this weapon is really very useful.

The muzzle of the gun was black and hollow, and it looked a little scary. The British soldier was still staggering forward, he was only a dozen meters away from the other party, and as long as he worked hard, he could stick his bayonet into the chest of this German officer...... He's an officer, so if he can succeed, those dead comrades will be worth it, right?

"Suddenly!" The British soldier felt himself punched twice in the chest as two gunshots rang out in succession. The tremendous force made him stop moving forward, and the feeling of the world spinning hit him, making him involuntarily take two steps back.

No, I promised the company commander when I set off, and I won't take a step back when I die! I haven't died yet, but I broke my promise...... The company commander won't blame himself, right? He can still go to heaven, right?

He struggled and took two more steps forward, then raised his head vigorously and looked at the expressionless officer opposite.

He smiled, ignoring the blood in his mouth, so that he would not retreat, would he? He stretched out his hand and leaned forward, as if to grasp the officer who was close at hand, but he found that his efforts were completely futile, and even if he asked him to grasp the collar, he would not have the strength to plunge the bayonet into the other's body.

"Victory!" he shouted the word very calmly a second before the darkness hit, he longed for victory, longing for his blood to bring the victory his country deserved. Soon he lost consciousness, and his cold body collapsed on the ruins.

The German officer took up his weapon, crossed the corpse closest to the top of the slope, walked to the corpse of the British officer, who was still on crutches and refused to fall, stretched out his hand, and without a trace of mercy, pushed down the soulless body. Watch as the corpse rolls down to the foot of the rubble