"This is the last one this morning, Liddell. ● ⌒," John opened his palms and said to the little tailless monkey in front of him. The fluffy little North African tailless monkey looked up at the sergeant in front of the British Army sergeant. The cute cub hesitated for a moment, and then carefully extended his small paws, grabbing from the big hands spread out by the other party. After that delicious dried fruit.

"You are such a greedy little guy." The sergeant turned his palm and touched the little monkey's head.

"Sergeant, breakfast is ready." First-class soldier Heshin has been busy at the dining table for more than ten minutes, and finally got his breakfast. This young Englishman has an ancient Irish surname. Perhaps the ancestors came from there, but from the appearance, he does not see any trace of Irish blood. Perhaps it is because time slowly dilutes the blood.

"Okay, I'll come over immediately." John touched Liddell's head again, checked the collar lock, and after confirming that it was fixed, turned around and walked down the steps of the lookout.

At this time, the early shift staff of this observatory was already seated at the dining table, waiting for his commander to issue the order to open the meal.

Sergeant John’s Observatory is located at the southernmost tip of Gibraltar, directly facing the famous Strait of Gibraltar. This place is the "European Plain" in the mouth of the garrison, because this is a rare flat ground in the projectile land of Gibraltar. Because it is at the southernmost tip of the peninsula, it is the front line that bears the brunt when it encounters a maritime attack, so only a few military facilities are set up here, watching this precious flat ground idle.

The main task of this observatory is to monitor the ships passing through the strait and at the same time serve as a warning post for air strikes. In fact, its position is not as wide as the two observation stations on the top of the giant rock behind, but with some professional equipment, it can barely assume the role of preliminary warning.

The reinforced concrete bunker is divided into two layers, most of the structure is below the ground level, and there is an air observation nest with armored walls on the top. Behind this fortress dubbed "Fried Egg" by soldiers is a huge anti-aircraft cannon bunker, which is equipped with a full chain of Bofors anti-aircraft guns. There is a coastal turret 100 meters away from the east of the bunker. There is a 4.5-inch heavy artillery with double mounting.

The hillside one kilometer behind was even more densely fired. From a 25-pound army gun to a 9.5-inch naval gun and a 3.7-inch cannon, there are as many as sixteen front, back, and rear feet. This is the first line of defense, the setting on the back of the giant rock The firepower points are even more scattered. Especially those six-inch twin guns with armored turrets are awe-inspiring from a distance.

Sergeant John sat at the dining table. He first looked at the men who were sitting in front of him, and was very satisfied with their manners. The British army must maintain strict discipline and military capacity under all conditions. Always keep in mind that they are gentlemen wearing glorious British Army uniforms, and are no longer dirt buns picking up cow dung in the countryside.

John looked at the dining table in front of him. Today's breakfast is as shabby as it used to be. After all, it is a difficult period of war. Moreover, the soldiers should not focus on the appetite.

Unlike the original history, Gibraltar’s situation is now more dangerous than at any time in history. The British Empire is already facing the scourge of extinction, and the homeland is already at stake. There is no time and energy to solve these overseas enclave problems.

This peninsula has been operated by the British government for many years. As the control of the throat of the Mediterranean, the British who attached great importance to sea power did not hesitate to put a lot of effort into it, spending a lot of money and consuming a lot of manpower and material resources, and spent almost a century to completely fortify the peninsula.

Franco, as the leader holding up the banner of nationalism, must of course shout the slogan of regaining Gibraltar. But at that time, the British Empire was the best in the world, and any provocation in Spain would be regarded as a self-defeating way. How could this fox, Franco, make such a low-level mistake. In order to appease the wailing bullfighters in the country, Franco Orders to block roads around Gibraltar. To cut off all exchanges between Spain and Gibraltar, he wanted to use this method to show his tough attitude to Spanish nationals.

Franco's segregation policy helped the British. He stripped a group of residents who were still loyal to Spain out of Gibraltar. All that remained was a large group of good people who were obedient to the British Empire. Franco helped the British get rid of internal worries, which made the local complex defense situation begin to get better.

The British did not care whether you blocked the border or not. The British Empire had strong maritime power, and Gibraltar could get sufficient supplies from the sea. The problem is that the current situation has been reversed. The British maritime advantage has disappeared, and there are traces of German submarines everywhere outside the Mediterranean. The tonnage of transport ships sunk every day has never been lower than five figures, and the situation inside the Mediterranean has also deteriorated. The strength of the Mediterranean fleet has been seriously weakened. It is not easy for General Cunningham to maintain the front line. The strength has continuously crossed the sphere of influence of Italy and France to support Gibraltar.

Moreover, the situation in Egypt is also very complicated. The current British garrison is simply squatting on the crater. The anti-British sentiment of the local residents is growing, which may cause a big explosion at any time. The Arabs couldn’t be trusted at all, and the Indians also started to move around. The flag of the British Empire was bleak in the wind and rain. The fattest fat on a huge body.

The garrison of Gibraltar was in trouble. Although food and ammunition were still in surplus, because they believed too much in the strength of the navy, there was not a large amount of hoarding at the beginning, so that the existing food reserves were only enough for everyone on the peninsula. The normal use of the month, if strict distribution is restricted, may be able to drag the first half of the year, but for the defending army, this does not make much sense at all.

Their communication with the outside world has been basically cut off. I don't know which party's hand cut the peninsula's submarine cable to the outside world. Afterwards, the British people repeatedly guessed that they would do this kind of thing, as if the surrounding countries were possible. This shows how bad their living environment is now, and all the enemies are enemies.

At present, the Government House can only rely on radio stations to communicate with the mainland. Once it encounters weather conditions or the Germans deliberately interfered, it could not even receive orders and intelligence from London for several days. Spanish radio may be a source of information, but the soldiers soon discovered that it was basically nonsense. German radio stations are the same every day. The head of state is the best, the head of state is the highest, and the head of state is quack.

French news was accurate at first. However, from a week ago, their wind direction suddenly changed dramatically, and now it is spreading hatred against the British every day, from the Hundred Years War to Waterloo. I wish to count every blood debt owed by the British. The French seem to have changed to a very strong writer. They sneered and sneered at the repeated crazy face of the British. Zhenzhen Youci also quoted a lot of so-called historical documents. Many of them have long been proved by British experts to be maliciously fabricated, but now put In those broadcasts. But it was modified seamlessly, it seems that it is a true historical reproduction.

But for the British soldiers, they are completely performing to the blind. Most of them do not understand French, they can only listen to some military high school translators to understand the current situation of the outside world. The reason why Xueba is called Xueba is of course more thoughtful than ordinary people. In order to preserve the precious radio, selective translation is a skill that must be mastered. French radio stations are more reliable than Spain, and even when they are laughing and scolding, they will be mixed with some substantial content. For example, Germany has assembled a huge army of more than 600,000 people, and it must launch a final attack on Britain at any time.

The radio monitoring station is always monitoring the communication between nearby ships, and you can often hear some small news from it. As a result, they heard some newsletters saying that Germany had hit the British mainland, and several uncontrollable guys immediately began to broadcast to their fellow countrymen. This amazing news caused great panic within the garrison. It was only five punishment instructions that pushed down the undercurrent, and for this reason, many guys were locked in confinement rooms. However, many officers think that these news may not be groundless, because London has not been contacted for three days, or the Germans have really set foot on the British land at the moment.

However, some of the garrisons also dismissed these rumors. Sergeant Major John is a typical one. The British gentleman who was full of self-respect and pride in his bones relied on his personal qualities and solid military skills to climb to the position of commander of the outpost. In his view, any news that is not good for Britain is a conspiracy of the enemy, in order to combat the confidence and morale of these empire defenders, and only some timid cowards will listen to the news released by the enemy. These people should be sent to dig holes in the desert of North Africa and die there.

"Let's pray now." Sergeant John extended his hands to both sides, forming a circle with the men holding their hands on the dining table.

"Our Father in heaven..." John closed his eyes and prayed prayerfully, and the soldiers echoed in a low voice.

After praying, Hirgin began to distribute the food. He picked up the frying pan and added a spoonful of scrambled eggs to the plate in front of everyone. At the same time, everyone got a piece of bacon.

"This is the last six eggs we have left. Aunt Fili said that the next time you want to buy it, you need to add money."

"How much to add." John picked up the fork and inserted a piece of egg into his mouth, and then picked up a piece of military bread from the bread basket.

"Twenty pence, sergeant."

"Here, the situation in the city is also very bad now. By the way, give us some of our excess soybean meal, maybe she can use it for a little money." John cuts hard bread with a knife, this kind of supplement As solid and reliable as its name.

The city in the mouth of Sergeant John is actually a small town by the rocks. It is home to British immigrants and relatives of the garrison. According to the plan, they should be evacuated to other safe colonies, such as North America and Asia. As a result of the sudden change in the situation, the entire plan became a dead letter, and everyone could only be trapped on this small peninsula, depending on fate.

This even lowered the morale in the army, because they simply did not have much space to house these civilians. Due to the shortage of tools and materials, the emergency construction of the tunnel bunker has been stalled for several weeks. The blind confidence of the British army had tasted the bitter fruit at this time. They had never thought about the day when they would be under siege, so the existing bunkers and fortifications could only hold a third of the population, including Garrison and government agencies.

The governor’s office has repeatedly asked London for help. In any case, civilians have to leave this area that has become very dangerous. However, London’s repeated feedback is powerless. Now even the transportation of local materials is difficult to protect. They simply can’t provide so much. Transport and **** forces to transport these civilians to safety.

"Sergeant, come and see, fleet! Our fleet!" Suddenly a lookout screamed from above. John quickly threw down the objects in his hand, got up and quickly climbed the spiral iron ladder in the middle of the bunker.

"It's Queen Elizabeth class, and Nelson class, God, I thought they didn't care about us anymore." The sentry handed the telescope in the excited hand to the sergeant, and stretched his right hand to draw a cross on his chest.

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