Mueller pushed open the glass windows in the hallway and leaned out to look downstairs. A team of military police was walking through the path in front of the apartment with a rifle. One of the small soldiers was holding a German black back.

It seems that the British have done a good job of protecting the environment. The airport is surrounded by large areas of green wilderness and dense woods. There are also bushes of manicured shrubs everywhere in the base camp, and the road is shaded by trees.

This is true in many European countries this year. Because the land is vast and sparsely populated, many lands have no human resources to reclaim, and they still maintain the original scenery. However, the situation on the British side is different from that in Europe. For centuries of noble feudal heredity, no inch of land has been found on this island. Every mountain and forest has a belonging, and all have the royal emblem on it. The title deed is proof.

Many landlords themselves are hereditary nobles, and some of them are channels for making money. They do not need to rely on reclaiming their territory to make a living. Not only that, they also used violence to drive the self-cultivating farmers on public land, and took the wilderness of the hilly rivers into their own pockets. They shoveled the fertile farmland into pastures, and raised carefully cultivated thoroughbred sheep. The overseas trade of woolen products is developing rapidly, and the snow-white wool in that year was equivalent to shining silver.

In history, this storm was called the rodeo movement, and it also has a very vivid nickname, sheep eating people. After this trend, the central and southern parts of the United Kingdom became what they are now. Until the 21st century, large areas of empty grass were still found everywhere in the English countryside, covered with dandelions and alfalfa. When the autumn wind flew in the sky Snow flakes, who would have imagined that there was a **** history hidden behind this fantastic beauty.

Mueller did not have much involvement in history, let alone conduct any research, that is, because he wanted to land in the UK. He just gnawed a few copies of British history, trying to get an objective understanding of the enemy in front of him from the historical record. The result opened his eyes, this group of guys even dared to insult the Germans as barbarians. Looking at what they did around the world, even the Viking pirates were ashamed of themselves. It's right to think about it later. They do indeed have the bloodline of the pirates, and the group of guys rowing the dragon-headed ship have never harmed the British women.

Mueller took a deep breath of the cold morning air, raised his wrist to look at the time, and then turned around and continued along the corridor.

"Good morning, General Mueller, General Weiler is waiting for you inside." Weiler's adjutant greeted him at the door, and he opened the door for Mueller sideways.

"Good morning, Miller. You look very spirited today." Mueller said with a smile, a slight jaw in his face, and then strode into the room.

"Good morning, Mueller." Weiller, wearing a straight uniform, sat at the dining table in the living room and enjoyed breakfast.

"Good morning, sir." Mueller nodded in tribute and walked to the dining table and pulled back the chair and sat down.

"How did you rest last night, sir." Mueller shook his napkin and tucked a corner into the collar, and the serviceman put a breakfast in front of him.

"Oh, that's great. Mueller, last night was the sweetest sleep I had during this time."

"I can understand, Your Excellency. The responsibility on your shoulders is great, and Your Excellency the Head of State very much trusts your wisdom." Mueller picked up the knife and fork and began to cut the burnt German sausage.

"In front of the great heads of state, I'm not a wise man at all. The only thing I can do is to use the shallow experience accumulated in the past to do some auxiliary work to fill in the gaps." Weiler rolled up a piece of fried egg with a fork. Into the mouth.

"Your Excellency is so humble." Mueller said with a smile, he always admired the wisdom of the old chief.

"Don’t say this, I told you last night that the National Defense Force must complete the occupation of London as soon as possible. The situation inside the city is too complicated at present. Various forces are entangled and they don’t understand them. Relationship. This is very detrimental to our plan to conquer this country." Weierle changed the subject, he still has an important mission to complete.

"You are also confused, right. So I wrote that report."

"Then the Head of State sent me over, which was really nerve-wracking." Weierle took a piece of bread from the bread blue, broke a small piece with his hand, and scraped the yolk in the dinner plate.

"Our task now is to completely control the city and we must re-establish order." Weiler stuffed the bread into his mouth.

"Regulations should be issued to appease ordinary citizens."

"This is the job of the Group Army Command, and these are handed over to professionals to deal with. What is the current situation in the city, I need to know the latest situation." Weiler picked up the coffee pot on the table and continued for himself. Had a drink.

"As far as I know, until this morning, there were still sporadic exchanges of fire in the city, some of the guards hid in the residential area, and many civil self-defense groups and the militia who retreated from the south continued on the barricade and the dark castle. Resist our offensive." Mueller put down his knife and fork, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

"Last night, in order to prevent the city from getting into chaos, we cut off power in most areas, and the scheduled "Letter to London Citizens" was not released to the London area through London Radio until this morning."

"What about other media?" Weiler asked.

"The Britons have already prepared for this. We found that they prepared two front-page headlines, one is an ordinary government propaganda article, and the other is a press release announcing the fall of London."

"You can call it at any time, which is understandable. More than 90% of the uncrowned kings of Fleet Street are grass heads." Weyler took the napkin and wiped his mouth.

"Müller, get the car ready, let's go around the city and turn around."

"It's already ready, and always listen to your orders, sir." Mueller replied respectfully.

The organized resistance activities in the city of London have basically ended. Although one or two gunshots have been heard from time to time, it is also the Germans' courage to clear the scattered soldiers. This night, most citizens stayed up all night. They hid in their homes, anxiously waiting for their destiny to arrange for them. The faithful citizens knelt in front of the icon and prayed continuously, begging God to bless them from the mighty invaders.

A cowardly citizen secretly abandoned the weapons issued by the community self-defense organization to each family. As a result, a chain reaction of neighboring neighbors was triggered. Everyone admired the death of the initiator. This brain is faster than others, and it is really smart enough. London has fallen, what are you trying to do with your weapons hidden, are you trying to kill the German soldiers? Well now, there is nothing in the family except the kitchen knife that can be used to kill people, which is enough to prove to the German army that they are just ordinary people and big benefactors. As a result, one night, the row of apartments in the back lane was thrown full of guns and ammunition, which shocked a German unit advancing here, because the scene seemed to have a full company 'S army ran away from this alley with abandoned weapons.

When the sun rose, the efficiency of the German army was significantly improved, perhaps due to Weierle's reason, his arrival, invisibly, brought a lot of pressure to the senior commanders of the e-group army. Although this head of state’s confidante has little influence among ordinary soldiers, it is well-known among the senior military officers. This is the chief think tank around the head of state and the most trusted one among the most trusted heads of the head of state. No one dares to underestimate their influence.

Sorry, this is the only thing today. The cervical spine feels a little uncomfortable and I dare not sit for too long.

thanks for your support. (To be continued.)