Imperial Overlord

However, the good times did not last long. The loss of British transport ships in October has reached the sum of the losses in August and September. So from October, the focus of British shipping has been on grain.

As a result, starting in November, the German destroyer fleet began to hunt, and the loss of British ships more than doubled, which made the United Kingdom completely into despair.

"As for the ammunition, you can replace it yourself, reduce the reserves of each division, and make it up! When the production capacity of American transport ships increases next month, the situation can be improved." Churchill reluctantly gave such a Here comes the answer.

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"Next!" In a barracks of the German Adolf Hitler Guards Panzer Division in the German-occupied area of ​​France not far from the beach, a quartermaster was sitting in his seat and shouted loudly.

There was a long line in front of him, and all the soldiers had happy smiles on their faces. This was a rare good time for them.

A German soldier in a boat cap walked to the table and drooled at the cigarettes piled up at the quartermaster's feet. He is an old smoker, and his ration of cigarettes had been exhausted three days ago.

"Ahem, soldier number 2267429! Stam!" The quartermaster glanced at the other party, checked the ID card, and put four packs of cigarettes, a bar of soap, and two packs of chocolate candies on the table.

The soldier named Stam snorted his nose, took his belongings, and left the tent where the items were distributed happily.

"Next!" Before Stam walked out of his tent, the quartermaster shouted loudly, and the next soldier walked in happily, waiting for the supplies that belonged to him.

Because of the Führer's order, all troops trained to land in the UK have a temporary subsidy for the entire winter training process.

Not only is the salary higher, but every other week, there is also a double material subsidy reward. This is definitely good news for all the soldiers who are suffering.

Of course, in addition to the hard training, there is more exciting news: they will have a 10-day vacation, they can go home to visit relatives, and they can also participate in a Paris tour organized by the military.

Happiness came so suddenly, people couldn't believe it at all. After Stam walked out of the tent, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the yellow sun in the sky in the cold wind: "It's going to rain again!"

Beside him, the cook and his apprentices were trying to drive a cow into a corner. Apparently there was a big meal this evening, which was the prerogative of several landing troops.

Although Germany's supplies are still not abundant, with Hess's support for agriculture and temporary subsidies for the landing troops, fresh meat has suddenly become a regular customer of the armored division of the Fuhrer's Guard Flag.

"Moo..." Possibly guessing the tragic fate that he was about to be killed, this cow tried hard to get out of human control. Nai He was tied by a rope and could only follow little by little to the distance.

"Ha! I really hope this kind of life can continue forever." Stam thought happily as he walked on the spacious road of the barracks with the cigarette in his arms.

Thinking of having lunch soon, life can be described as beautiful. If it weren't for the fact that a few days later, I had to go to the icy waters to practice, it would be a fairy-like day.

Having said that, if there are more cigarettes, it is not unbearable to go for a walk in the sea.

"What's for lunch?" Holding his cigarette, Stam shouted to the cook and the soldiers in the cooking class in the distance.

"There are potatoes and beans, some dried vegetables from France, and there is not much luncheon meat. Maybe you are lucky enough to be a little meaty." A soldier in the cooking class replied with a smile.

Hearing these things, everyone started booing and complaining: "Oh! No! Damn it! It's these **** things again..."

"Yeah! It's these **** things again... But every time you eat there is nothing left! I also saw you lick your own lunch box." Hearing the voice of complaining, the chef in the cooking class sneered.

"Hahahaha!" The guards patrolling, the soldier who just got his cigarette, and Stam who hadn't gone far all laughed along.

"Nonsense! I haven't licked the lunch box at all, you are talking about William!" The soldier who was laughed at by everyone shouted loudly with a smile.

"Damn! Shut up! Damn it! Are you an idiot?" In just a split second, countless William's voices rang out.

Everyone laughed again. Some people could not wait to open a pack of cigarettes. Some people were shocked by the brand of cigarettes and screamed loudly: "Me! French cigarettes! Long live the head of state!"

"Yes! If it's French cigarettes next time, we'll be in London in January! Long live the Führer!" another soldier shouted after him.

"If there's beef tomorrow, dry sausage the day after tomorrow, and broth the day after tomorrow... I'll be able to catch Churchill for the Führer next month!" A voice shouted loudly in the distance.

"Forget it! You will never catch Churchill in your life!"

"Why?" Someone asked curiously, and the person who answered drew another burst of laughter: "The laundryman can't go to the front to catch Churchill, hahahaha!"

In the distance, officers have their own dedicated tents for receiving daily consumables, and some lieutenants and non-commissioned officers receive their own things there, and the number is more than that of the soldiers.

The sergeant had six packs of cigarettes, and the lieutenant had so many cigarettes that they could hand out subordinates to buy hearts. Everyone was talking and laughing, and the entire barracks seemed to be celebrating.

In fact, it is really about to celebrate the holidays, and it will be December. How many Europeans do not miss Christmas?

Of course, it was these victories that kept the German soldiers in the mood for Christmas. You must know that in 1944, the German Führer had a very depressing Christmas.

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At the same time, in the station of the British training force, a non-commissioned officer in charge of training new recruits looked at the non-sticky, gooey lunch, and his face seemed to be covered with frost.

"What's this? Brown bread?" A recruit looked at the inferior bread that was about to fall apart when he touched it, and almost threw it to the ground in anger.

Although considering that he was still hungry, he was not willing to throw it away in the end, but the tone in his mouth became less friendly: "Yesterday, there were still some vegetable leaves, what are these today?"

"Damn it! I haven't seen a box of beans or lunchmeat in three days! Are you kidding me?" Another recruit was clearly furious, banging his lunch box.

"Get out of the way! Soldier! If you don't step back, I'm going to take measures!" Carrying a Lee Enfield rifle, the military police worked hard to maintain order at the lunch scene.

Because the original food was replaced with cheaper food, the people above had long expected that there would be chaos at noon today.

It is precisely because of this that military police and officers are arranged at each food distribution location to maintain the order of receiving food.

"We want to eat more food! We want to eat better food! We want to eat the food that people eat!" The soldiers who were passively fed by the food were surprisingly angry and began to wave their arms.

At first, it was one person, and then it spread, and it became two or three, until hundreds of people were together. The gendarmes raised their weapons in fright, but people kept shouting.

"I knew there would be trouble!" Hearing the shouts of soldiers outside the barracks, the top commander of the boot camp sighed and complained.

"We shouldn't carry out this kind of order..." another officer complained. He had been dissatisfied with Churchill for a long time, and this time it was completely lost.

In such a situation that the Germans may come over at any time, isn't this the rhythm of the army's food rationing?

Troubled soldiers are much more terrifying than ordinary people starving, because these people are concentrated and organized, and the consequences of a mutiny will be disastrous.

"Okay! I heard that some places have become chaotic, and some of the most unfortunate hinterlands have heard that guns have been fired..." The chief officer of the boot camp kept shaking his head when he talked about these things.

The latest news, Birmingham yesterday happened vicious time when people looted the granary, the army opened fire and someone threw grenades. The British Secret Security Service is investigating this matter.

The results haven't come out yet, but everyone can guess that a "civilian grenade" used to fight the German landing was distributed near the coastline to the south because of everyone's casual thinking.

The unfortunate thing is that this black-pot Prime Minister must not recite it, nor does Sir Dill, the Chief of General Staff. In the end, after checking and searching, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com 80% is another unfortunate Major Lieutenant Colonel who took it down...

"I'll go out, I'll go out and explain to them... Listening to their shouts, it's getting more and more outrageous." Hearing his chief officer talking about these bad things, the deputy can only bite the bullet and deal with the problems in front of him.

After all, if there is chaos here, 80% of the person directly responsible is that he needs to be careful in handling the chief officer, and it is not difficult to kill a deputy.

"It must be those officials who embezzled our food!" Outside the window, some soldiers took the lead in shouting such cruel words.

The deputy pushed open the door of this office and turned to the side in the distance. Before he could take the second step, a gunshot suddenly echoed.

A bullet hit the second-in-command of the training camp in the neck, penetrating the arteries, and blood spurted out in an instant.

It was only at this time that the voice reached the ears of the training camp chief officer in the office, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly bent down from the window.

The moment he bent down, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his colleague, the familiar face smashed to the ground, the hat rolled off and the hair was dyed red with blood.