Imperial Overlord

"Why did the alarm bell ring again?" Leaning in the bunker near the coastline, a British soldier holding his rifle, looked bored at the calm sea, and asked his comrades beside him.

The comrades beside him were lighting a cigarette for him, and when he heard his friend's question, he answered without looking up: "What else could it be for? Isn't it just the Germans making trouble again?"

Many British submarines and patrol boats have been on guard near the English Channel. As soon as the German army is in trouble, the British coastline garrison will enter a state of martial law.

All the soldiers canceled their vacations, and everyone, carrying weapons, blankets and other messy things, left the barracks and drove into the bunker, waiting for the possible landing of the German army.

After yawning, the British soldier who spoke first complained, "The officials don't even think about it. Do we have to deal with the Germans once they train?"

This is not the first mobilization of combat readiness. It has been a long time since the last time German bombers suddenly bombed the fortifications arranged along the British coast. This kind of martial law began.

"As far as our current preparations are concerned, the Germans will call us and we will be completely finished. Let's cherish the good times in front of us." His friend lit a cigarette, then carefully stuffed the empty box into his pocket, and said gloomily. .

Since a week ago, all the soldiers' luxury distribution has been cancelled, including cigarettes and chocolate candies, and alcohol is not available on the streets. The UK seems to have no reserves.

No cigarettes and candy milk stuff, not yet the deadliest army has now started rationing food, only two and a half meals a day, and half the breakfast to save food.

The folks seem to be even worse. Only at noon can ration coupons be exchanged for food. The rest of the time, they have to rely on themselves to find a way. The whole family is hungry and the voices of complaining have long been loud.

In 1922, during the financial crisis in Germany, the government made a funny joke when they got married: a subsidy of 1 trillion Deutsche Marks, or a British penny.

Now the situation seems to be reversed. The pound is almost as good as waste paper, and some people are even willing to pay more than ten times the price to replace a bag of flour.

On the streets, some military widows who could not receive relief food became prostitutes in order to eat one bite. There was a tragic atmosphere of despair everywhere.

"I don't want to die here... If my wife doesn't get relief food and becomes like those people... God, thinking about it, I feel like I was a mistake to be a soldier." Leaning against the wall of the trench , the soldier who spoke first sighed in despair.

His friend was not much better: "I regret it too. I said it was for the motherland, but now we are starving to death on the front line."

At this time, along the coastline, some engineering soldiers and elderly volunteers, carrying shovels and picks, walked away with their heads lowered.

When the team passed here, it attracted countless British soldiers in the trenches. They looked curiously at this group of old men in thick trench coats, and watched them pass their positions with top hats and tools.

"I heard that the defense line over there has not been repaired yet?" The soldier with the cigarette found a new topic and ended the sad conversation.

All the way back from Dunkirk to the mainland, the British soldier who was also a veteran who spoke first sneered: "I haven't even repaired half of it, just wait and see, the Germans will definitely be frightened by our perfunctory calls. A big jump."

The entire British anti-landing bunkers are not as strong as imagined. Only one-fifth of the trenches between the machine gun bunkers are reinforced with reinforced concrete, and the rest are just ordinary trenches.

There are not many areas covered by sandbags and barbed wire, and there are only a handful of mines. Now the British defenders have very few machine guns, and they lack all kinds of heavy weapons.

British high-power anti-tank guns are now out of production, and the famous cannons in history have become scarce treasures.

On an average of one kilometer, there is only one anti-tank gun, and the machine gun bunker has also become the main pillar of the defense line. Fortunately, the German navy is not too powerful, otherwise the British defense line will be in danger of collapse.

"I heard that I came to work and I can give you a meal... These old men who are not construction workers at all signed up..." Pointing to the old men with shovels in the distance, the British soldier said. .

"When do you think the Germans on the opposite side will be able to call?" Feeling that the new topic he opened was not very good, the recruit who smoked asked another topic that he was interested in.

Although he is a new member of the army, he has participated in military training for a long time, and he can be regarded as one of the soldiers with relatively high quality in the field.

Farther away, a soldier heard that he hadn't even shot a single shot at the position. Even though there were still plenty of bullets, the bullets had been listed as a scarce strategic material.

In order to hoard ammunition and prepare to fight the German landing, army commanders have dared not waste ammunition in training.

Affected by the collapse of shipping, the British Army's ammunition will not be replenished in the next few days. What is left now is all the belongings.

If the Germans landed at this perilous time, the British troops would have to fight. As for the result, everyone actually knows it.

Without calculating the naval interference, the success rate of the German army landing is as high as 80% or more, which is the main reason why Churchill and others are restless.

"Be careful!" An officer with a briefcase hurried past this fairly solid trench bunker: "Latest news from the radar station! The German plane has taken off!"

"My God, the Germans won't land at this time today, will they?" Glancing at each other, the smoking British soldiers clung to their Lee Enfield rifles nervously.

They couldn't help but feel nervous, and extending more than 20 meters to the left from where they were standing, there was a machine gun arranged in the reinforced concrete bunker. Expecting these weapons to prevent the German troops from landing, everyone has no bottom.

"It's early!" The British veteran who had experienced true death in Dunkirk waved his hand disdainfully, and then squinted to look at the sea in the distance: "When the Germans attacked, it wasn't as peaceful as it is now. "

At this moment, what he recalled in his mind was the hopeless world in his eyes on the beach of Dunkirk.

The Stuka dive bomber swooped down from the sky, with a mind-shattering hiss, like a nightmare that lingers to this day.

At that time, he could only curl up on the ground holding the helmet, crying loudly, hoping that the **** of death would not come and take his life.

Then, a huge explosion lifted the surrounding gravel, with the stench of blood, and penetrated into his nostrils, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The sound of the machine gun in the ear was continuous, and then it was covered up by the huge explosion. Then, just after recovering from the buzzing tinnitus, the sound of the machine gun was still continuous.

Someone grabbed him by the collar, dragged him off the ground, and forced him to keep walking. It wasn't until he got to a small boat that he realized that half an inch of shrapnel was stuck in his shoulder.

In the gray sky, Stuka passed by the ship he was on, maybe because his ship was too small, or maybe the other party had run out of ammunition... In short, the other party did not mean to rush down into the clouds, everyone on the ship was Breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only when he saw the bodies of soldiers floating on the sea, the oil that could not see the end, the lifebuoy with no owner, and the sunken ship with only the mast left, he realized that he had finally left that ghost place.

"Hey! Let me ask you something! What's the German attack like?" The soldier with a cigarette pulled him back to reality from his memory, with a curious expression on his face.

Looking at the young face in front of him who had not really experienced the war, the same young but numb veteran replied with a cold face: "Trust me, you don't really want to know."

Having said that, the scar on his shoulder still seems to be aching faintly. The mental trauma that Dunkirk left him is still **** at this moment.

"The enemy will fire at you from all directions. There are enemy planes above your head, there is no safe place to hide, and no one will hear you cry..." The veteran pressed the opponent's shoulder and said that he felt Modified many sentences.

But even so, the recruit with the cigarette was still frightened by the terrifying scene in the mouth of the veteran~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He held his weapon, and after a long while he let out a puff of smoke.

"The German plane didn't fly over the central axis! The alert was lifted!" After a while, a British police officer walked through the trench again, loudly informing the latest situation.

As usual, the Germans were just a routine training exercise. Although the other party mobilized a lot of ships, they obviously did not plan to land on the British mainland.

Hearing this news, the repressed atmosphere on the ground was finally broken. The recruits began to talk and laugh again, and the same was true of the recruits who smoked, and their faces immediately filled with satisfied smiles.

The veteran didn't laugh, he still held his weapon and stood there wearing a heavy coat, wondering what he was thinking.

Only he knew in his heart that he thought of his comrades who died in battle on the far coastline.

Those people died on the coast of France, and he himself can still stand here and talk to others. It seems to be a kind of happiness, right?

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