Chapter 439

The people of London are in a mess these days. Those who have a way are trying to get out of the city and flee to the countryside. A lot of rich people are fleeing to the north, a lot of people are on their way to Liverpool, where they hope to get a ticket, a ticket to Canada.

This kind of escape is similar to illegal immigration, because the British side explicitly forbids British civilians to flee to foreign countries. However, since only some capable people can escape to Liverpool, there are not many people to manage the so-called bans.

American ships will never send ordinary people to the United States or Canada, because the U.S. government absolutely does not want to see the British build a "sun never sets Empire" in the north of the United States, thus breaking the U.S. geographical advantage. However, Americans like to see and hear that some capable Britons go to the United States. They welcome Britons with advanced technician certificates or real talents to go to the United States to become American citizens.

As a matter of fact, American industry has not been able to slow down for 30 years since the economic crisis. At first, Germany took away a large number of talents and strategic materials by means of large-scale ultra-low cost. Later, it was forced to give blood transfusion to Britain, which affected the development of American industry. Even so, along the way, the United States is still recovering its industrial potential as the world's largest power.

Akkado wants to kill Britain before the United States really wakes up. Does Roosevelt not want to use Britain to hold Germany back and let the United States rise at ease? The two giants are desperately fighting for time, but they are fighting for the territory of another country. As the British, they finally realized the feelings of the Chinese in the Russo Japanese war. It's really the turn of the wind and water. Who says it's not this world?

The streets were full of fleeing Britons, and the whole city was crowded because of the British guards in all directions. John walked on the street which had not been so busy for a long time. He looked at all kinds of people around him with the eyes of losing his soul like a wild ghost.

He never mentioned to his wife what he said to him the other day. He didn't know which child he would choose to leave England if it was successful, and he didn't know whether the rest would die in the next war if he chose one child to leave with Mrs. Mary.

Sometimes things are so cruel, although love every child, but John must make a best choice before things come. He didn't know who to choose, and whether the other would feel that he didn't love him enough.

These days, the bombing of London by the German Air Force has almost stopped, and the occasional patronage has only dropped a few bombs symbolically. Therefore, as an air defense disaster relief coordination officer, John's work is not busy recently. He has a lot of time in a daze, and also has a lot of time to think about what he must think clearly.

"Hey! John The signalman riding a motorcycle saw him wandering in the street. He cried and leaned up with his motorcycle: "how can you say that he was transferred to the front line with such an expression?"

"No, I'm still working. How about you? Isn't there an official grandfather? Why didn't you leave? " John touched his pocket with a smile and took out a shriveled cigarette case. He found that there was only one cigarette in it, so he had to take it out and give it to the young signalman.

The signalman took out his cigarette and left the whole package to John. Then he took the cigarette from John and put it in his mouth: "go to Liverpool in a few days! Don't think I've gone so far. My grandfather will die on the battlefield as soon as I go. Sometimes I think those high-ranking bastards are a bunch of sons of bitches. Why don't we talk about peace? "

"Don't be discontented. At least you can go to Canada and maybe come back." John also lit a cigarette with a smile and said helplessly, "if you still complain, how can we little people live?"

The young signalman took a puff of his cigarette, narrowed his eyes and sighed, "I have my circle, too. Some of my friends who drank together went to the concentration camp in Dunkirk, some died in the war in Norwich. I sent a letter of condolence yesterday. I'm the only one left to go to Canada alone. Do you think it's so easy to get along? "

"There are two children in my family, a boy and a girl... I'm just a junior. I have such a big ability... I can only go one way." The frosty man was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and there seemed to be something in his eyes.

"..." the signalman was stunned, and then he was in a daze for a long time. Finally, he began to smile bitterly: "I always thought that I was already unhappy, but I didn't expect that I really had my own sorrow. I don't know. I've given you everything in the car. Don't be stingy these days. Give the children something good to eat. "

On the other hand, the young signalman handed John the little bread left in the car: "I'm not a good man either. To tell you the truth, if you eat more, other people will be hungry, but I don't know those people, so I feel at ease."

John didn't say thank you either. He just took the bread and patted the young signalman on the shoulder. "When you get to Canada, live well. If you don't have to die this time, I'll go there to see you if I have a chance."

"Yes! If you can't go. I'll come back to see you... See my grandfather... "The young signalman nodded and agreed," when the war is over, let's open a bakery together! Sell bread! Let the people around you not be hungry! "

"Good!" John watched the young man leave, looked at a big bag of bread in his hand, took out a little, and gave it to a tottering old woman who was walking towards him. Regardless of the old woman's thanks and tears, he left quickly. Shortly after he left, a man in a hurry walked through the street, and then stood at the entrance of an alley not far away, staring at a window across the street with his hands in his pocket. Soon there was a flash of fire in the quiet window, and then all the glass broke, and there was a dazzling fire and smoke, and then there was a deafening explosion. After seeing the explosion, the strange man turned away from the street where the alarm bell was loud and the screams and cries were continuous. Then, at the end of the street, several men with the same look met and disappeared into the sea of people. After a while, several violent explosions took place in the whole street. After excluding the possibility of bombing, the British defined these incidents as man-made destruction. However, no one knows whether these people themselves pulled the grenades distributed to them by the government, or whether some Germans infiltrated London to carry out terrorist attacks. Now the German tanks are tens of kilometers away. No one cares whether there are several German spies in them. These people are German special forces who sneak into London to carry out early-stage destruction. Although they don't carry many weapons, there are many weapons scattered to the people in London, so they are really like fish in water here. It's just killing a few old men and women in civilian homes, and then making a simple timing device with candles, books, thread and grenades to leave. For these German special forces, it's too simple to even train. They work in groups of two. Although the total number is only 60, they can create 30 explosions in the huge city of London at the same time. This can be said to be a natural battlefield for special forces, or a natural special zone for terrorist attacks. The hand grenades distributed to the civilians have not begun to pose a threat to the German soldiers, but have become a nightmare for the civilians in London. At first, some people thought that they could find out the German soldiers who sneaked into London by identifying strangers, but soon they found that it was almost an impossible task. The streets of London were covered with ruins, and many air raid shelters were filled with strangers who did not know each other. Even the army went to the streets to investigate, The German special forces were also able to avoid searches in many empty houses without owners. Moreover, in a encirclement and suppression operation on March 2, a German special soldier who happened to be killed also found a large number of forged documents and pound notes, which made people have no doubt that these enemies are clever to sneak into London at this moment. They dealt a heavy blow to the British people's morale in defending London by means of fighting at a negligible cost. Later, these German special forces even accumulated hand grenades, and then secretly operated at night, throwing more than a dozen hand grenades into the air raid shelter, making the refugees in the air raid shelter, who were unable to start because of the large number of people, become the birds of fear. The air raid shelter where John's family lived was attacked by a German special forces soldier with three hand grenades. Fortunately, John's family and Mrs. Mary lived on the inner side, so they were not injured. John was forced to organize several people to patrol at the gate of the air raid shelter to stop all strangers who tried to get close to the air raid shelter, which was barely to ensure the safety of his air raid shelter. However, when this method gradually became popular, German special forces began to organize targeted operations. They no longer attacked air raid shelters, but also went to look for isolated residents, which made the British civilians and the London garrison have a headache. Until the end of the day, the London city defense command ordered that the residents should concentrate in the prescribed residence as much as possible, and that they were not allowed to go out and move without permission. The army did not stop patrolling the streets, which made the situation slightly better. However, as the German army approached London, more and more British civilians fled, and the military's ban became more and more like waste paper.