"We don't need courage, but a howitzer. ◎," Henry Clayton waved his pickaxe hard, and the thick blue brick was smashed.

"Don't complain anymore, Clayton. This is our destiny. Only God knows what the group of officers are thinking, we can only follow their batons obediently."

Sergeant Hugo Gerald was a veteran who had participated in the First World War, but he was already in his thirties at that time, and now the veteran cobbler who was over fifty was recruited by the Army as a soldier with combat experience Assuming the responsibility of the lower-level commander, the Army finally had some humanity. He was promoted to a rank of first rank and was promoted from a senior soldier to a sergeant. It also met his long-cherished wish decades ago and became a arrogant sergeant.

But speaking of this, when the old cobbler really stood in this position, he found that he was really not a material for being a non-commissioned officer. In the face of these young soldiers as he was, he could not harden his heart anyway, so everyone in the infantry battalion knew that there was a good sergeant in the C company, which attracted other company soldiers to the company. With such good luck, all the non-commissioned officers in the company are bull terriers wearing military uniforms.

The only one who was unhappy was the company commander of C Company. He hoped that there would be a tough sergeant who could maintain his authority and help him command. He didn't expect that he was assigned to be a good husband, but in the face of a sergeant in his fifties with gray hair, he can only offer his suggestions in a polite way, and the final result can of course be imagined. In the end, it was the company commander who succumbed, which did not affect the training and combat of the troops anyway. The company commander completely abandoned the ideological transformation of Sergeant Gerald.

The infantry battalion where the company C is located, as a permanent guard unit of Dover Fort, suffered heavy losses during the German artillery bombardment. Because the interior of the fortress was in disrepair and the structure was too old, the original soldier’s residence had very poor ventilation and living conditions, so after the end of World War I, there was no longer a large garrison here, and most of the infantry stationed in the fortress In the barracks on the west side, a two-story dormitory with long red bricks and blue tiles. The barracks are located on the top of a mound. The Army has spent a lot of time digging a flat on the top of the mound. It can overlook Dover Harbour and has a wide view and easy to defend. Do not want to become a good target for the German artillery.

The infantry of the battalion and most of the battalion were buried under the rubble during the shelling that night. All four infantry companies now have only the c company. This company still has a perfect organization, Sergeant Gerald The lead platoon was lucky and unscathed, and even the equipment survived intact.

The reason was that it was the turn of the platoon to exchange defense with the bastion guards the next day, and the entire platoon of soldiers picked up their personal luggage and utensils overnight. As soon as the whole family was loaded into the truck, the German shells hit the Dover fortress. The old sergeant stayed in the Somme River, knowing the severity of the large-bore artillery bombardment. He quickly notified the company commander while he summoned the entire platoon of soldiers and began to move down the mountain. In the end, his judgment saved the entire company. Only a few panic-stricken people who were panicked and refused to leave the barracks were killed in the subsequent shelling. The rest of the crew sat in the drain under the mound and safely passed the long one. Overnight.

Now as a rare and well-organized unit, the C company was deployed to the forefront of the urban defense circle. They were ordered to defend a defense zone about three blocks away, with a frontal defense line of two kilometers. And c even the whole company counts only 106 people in the logistics staff. However, the actual situation is not so exaggerated. In fact, they only need to defend the three key intersections. Because the buildings and walls are densely packed in the defense zone, only some observation posts are needed. As a row of acting platoon leaders, Gerald was responsible for the defense of one of the intersections.

This fifteen-foot wide road is the only way to the hilly area outside the city. The street is facing a ninety-foot-tall earth slope. Behind the earth **** is the road to Folkestone. This is a must for the Germans. Once the Germans start to attack, the company's defense line will be the first target. Sergeant Gerald knows how terrible pressure the troops defending at this strategic point will bear. He was not sure about blocking the German offensive.

He didn't believe what the lieutenant colonel in the regiment said, the Germans had already suffered heavy losses in the previous battle, as long as they persisted in the battle, they showed the courage of the English. The Germans will surely return, and the final victory will definitely belong to the British Empire. He didn't know how many such big words he had heard on the French battlefield that year, and the guy who believes that the officer's gossip is still lying in the fields of France.

But in any case, the preparation should still be done. The old cobbler led one of his platoons and began to strengthen the fortifications. He was going to build a seemingly passable blocking position on the basis of the blockade wall that had been completed. Finally, there is no shortage of materials and manpower. Some civic volunteers and police forces joined their ranks, and the strength of many people was reflected here. The outline of a barricade began to take shape on the original rubble pile.

"Henry! Henry!" a young soldier called to Clayton under the barricade.

"Oh! Damn it, don't call it so loud, I'm not deaf." Clayton smashed the pickaxe into the rubble and then jumped off the barricade.

"Why are these?" Clayton frowned and took the canvas bag in the soldier's hand. The cylindrical cloth bag was half empty. Clayton reached out and twisted it a few times, and found that only three circles were installed. Shaped drums.

"Daddy, we were given only three spare drums. Plus the original seven, we only had ten drums. This is not enough." Clayton looked up at the barricade. The sergeant who was instructing the soldiers to reinforce the sandbags shouted loudly.

"We have a loader, I will help you load the three people, and finally we have bullets." Gerald replied loudly.

"But we..." The machine gunner wanted to express his opinion, and suddenly the lookout whistle on the top of the building exclaimed loudly.

"Attention, there are people on the mountain, my God! There are many people!"

The machine gunner made three quick steps and climbed the barricade in two steps. He blocked the glare from the oncoming sunlight and looked towards the hill 200 meters away.

"My God." Clayton was stunned by the sight in front of him. He took off the helmet on his head and rubbed his eyes hard with the back of his hand.

At this time, a long row of figures appeared on the hill at the street junction. They quickly leaped over the top of the **** and began to run along the gentle ramp towards the British position. At first there were dozens of people, followed by hundreds of people, and finally a crowd of countless people appeared, and they were like a flood that broke out. It was like a frightened beast, with a meaningless shout in his mouth, colliding with each other, pushing and pulling, rushing towards Gerald's position.

"It's ours! It's the British Army!" the lookout yelled loudly. Clayton turned to look at the observation post on the roof of the building. Everyone has their eyes, so they don’t need to scream like that.

What appeared in front of them was indeed British soldiers, definitely not fake by the Germans, because even the Germans could not show the essence of the British soldiers' brutality even if they were cleverly disguised.

Gerald has lost his original calmness. He was really scared by the picture in front of him. Even on the battlefield of World War I, he had never seen such a scene in front of him. He had seen French soldiers running fast, and he had seen the Germans who were running away in embarrassment, but he had never seen any one. British troops will become as crazy as these people.

Indeed, these people are crazy, at least they seem crazy. The people in front of them have completely lost the courage of the soldiers. They are now just a group of ordinary people who want to escape. The army has lost its organizational structure and organization, the internal class hierarchy has collapsed, and there is no difference between officers and soldiers at this time.

The soldiers threw away everything they thought would endanger their lives. Most people have only one set of military uniform left at this time. They abandoned their weapons and ammunition bags, because those heavy equipments not only prevented the enemy from chasing them, but also consumed their precious physical strength and slowed down their escape. Belts and armed belts are also useless things. People with these things can’t breathe well. Maintaining the rhythm of breathing is an important thing to note, because you don’t know when the enemy will stop, you will have a long time The road is going to run. The helmet is totally a burden. It is useless except for blocking the sight of the cervical spine. If the German bullet really finds you. There is no difference between this iron pan.

So the soldiers detached their equipment while escaping, and most of them soon became empty-handed, but the effect was indeed significant, and the speed of light-body escape was indeed greatly improved. The German infantry was gradually left behind, which made the British army more aggressive. Run up the mountain, run into the ditch, run into the field, and run towards Dover. This is the experience of the officers and men of the 5th and 6th Infantry Division. They found that there was no German on the road to Dover. In the rest of the world, you can always meet some fierce demons. They don't seem to be ready to capture the captives, but directly use a series of tracers to force you to continue to run.

The German armored training camps and grenadiers are like the strictest sports coaches. They are not hurrying behind the British soldiers, and together with the paratroopers and infantry troops on the surrounding roads, they direct these British to Dover. City drive. The soldiers who stopped and surrendered were threatened and shot, making them think that the Germans were determined to kill them. The follow-up news made the broken soldiers more frightened, and the rate of escape accelerated again.

On this evening, they showed the Germans how much potential the human body has. After being exhausted by a group of chasing soldiers, they were still able to keep running with enthusiasm and frenzy. The perseverance shown by these British people to survive People are awe-inspiring.

A part of the soldiers who were really unable to continue running lay down on the road. Fatigue and despair made them want the Germans to give them a shot to end this nightmare. The Germans did not take them as they were, just dragged them to the side of the road, and then dedicated personnel threw tired British soldiers like dead dogs into the back box of the truck. From a distance, it seems to be collecting corpses. In addition to cursing the inhuman Germans, the British continue to work hard to squeeze out the last adrenaline in their bodies and advance towards their only hope of survival, Dover.

There are more than 8,000 soldiers left in these two infantry divisions at this time. The night's escape made them close to collapse. Whether it is physically or mentally, the damage to them this night is really too heavy. Now they only have Dover City in their eyes. They believe that as long as they run into the city, they can be saved.

I don’t know when it started. Some exciting news came out from the team. Dover has guns, cannons, tanks, solid turrets and barracks. There are plenty of supplies to eat and drink, and you don’t have to worry about everything when you get there. That’s a fortress that will never fall, and the Germans can’t capture it.

This may be a lie that an officer said when he cheered his subordinates. Wangmei has the same meaning as quenching thirst, but it has become a reality and has become the hope of all British soldiers. In fact, the most dangerous rumors have not spread, some people claim that there are ships in Dover. A large number of ships stopped in the port of Dover, enough to transport all of them away.

After seven hours of crazy marathon, the defeated soldiers finally reached the city outside Dover after hardships. The Germans made a special passage for them, and the defeated soldiers unknowingly followed the path left by the Germans. Rushing towards Dover’s downtown. Although there are no tens of thousands of people, this small area is still as borderless as the tide.

At this point, no one can stop their escape, the Germans can't, and the British can't. The barricades and positions that were finally set up were overwhelmed and destroyed, and the officers and soldiers trying to stop were trampled into meat by crazy crowds. The broken soldiers swarmed through the openings of the city like a place of mercury, and the road was filled with figures wearing tan uniforms.

They have reached their destination, but they don't know where to go. Because of the loss of organization, no one knows where to end, the soldiers only know to move on. Moving forward is the way of life. The city of Dover is in chaos, and the local garrison has no idea how to deal with the situation. The outer defense lines have been completely torn apart, and the original defenders were wrapped in these broken soldiers and retreated into the city. The destructive power of the crowd was so great that everyone expected, they even overturned several Vickers tanks that were blocking the road and dragged the tankers out of the tank to beat them.

At this time, the chests of each of these soldiers were filled with tyranny. The humiliation and injury brought by the Germans made them always want to find a channel to vent. Any one of Mars falling will cause a singe fire. .

As a result, the Mars fell, and Major General Evans, the commander of the first armored division, led his division guard to stop on the road to the defeated soldiers. The newly promoted general has now replaced his dream uniform. And he wore all his medals. Evans stood on the back seat of his officer's convertible sedan with enthusiasm, holding an elaborate horsewhip in one hand and a holster around his waist in one hand. He glared contemptuously at the hordes of crumbling troops before him, not knowing when to start. He couldn't be bothered by these two infantry divisions, perhaps because of the relationship between command power, and he subconsciously was full of aversion to the officers and men of these two infantry divisions.

"What do you want to do, what about your officers? What about your commanders? Let your commanders come out to meet me. Are you still like a British soldier? Look at your picture, you are not even as good as a rogue on the street. What about the weapon in your hand? You cowards! See what you have done?"

Evans brandished his whip and scolded the broken soldiers in front of him. Perhaps the dazzling red general's coat of arms and the crown on the shoulder played a role. The soldiers in the front row began to retreat slowly. These are regular soldiers with strict training. They were indoctrinated with a level of obedience to the mind. Seeing that the general would still be afraid from the subconscious.

But the next moment Evans made an unforgivable mistake, and he pulled out the pistol in his waist.

"You cowards, immediately set me up, I should shoot you all! Wait, you all have to go to the military court! Now call your officers and return to their troops immediately, whoever disobeys orders..." With the threat of Evans, his guard platoon also began to raise the muzzle and aimed at the broken soldier in front of him.

"Fight! They are going to shoot us all!" I don't know who yelled in the crowd, as if opening a hidden valve, the resentment of the British soldiers broke out completely.

These soldiers were not all bare hands at this time. The city defenders along the road provided them with a lot of weapons, which were usually obtained after they knocked a foot on the ground. These weapons used to resist the invaders, but Become a tool for compatriots.

Afterwards, no one knew which side of the conflict was the first mover, because all the witnesses present were killed in the subsequent fire. Major Evans was not spared. When the Germans discovered his body, he could not recognize what it was. It was only found from a piece of cloth wrapped around the body that there was a major general's epaulet hanging on it. It turned out to be a general of the British Army. (To be continued.)