Chapter 449

"The Germans are so close? My God When he heard that the German army could bombard London, John was shocked and speechless. The last time he heard about the German attack, he was near Cambridge. God knows how he got to London so soon.

The officer who was John's supporter had a wry smile on his face. Naturally, these unfavorable war news would not be spread everywhere. Of course, he could say less. If he could not hide it, the government would even claim that the Germans had been beaten away.

They didn't eat lunch, not because they were too busy, but because there was no food. The German army has begun to attack the city, providing food for the civilians, which is naturally forgotten. The whole of London is very silent, just like a dying beast, quiet and suffocating.

John and the officer went out to look for food. As a result, they rummaged through the ruins for a long time and found no decent food. The two men went back and forth to the shelter, full of frustration.

It's said that the officers paid a lot of money and even took out the gold bars they had been hiding before they bought the relationship and got a place to go to the United States. However, because of the sharp decline of the war, the German entered London before he could send his son away. The traffic was in chaos, and the German plane bombing became extremely fierce, so the officer's son missed the boarding time and had to squat in the air raid shelter in London with John's family to suffer from hunger.

The officers are in a very bad mood these days. You don't have to ask why. Two people stopped at a street corner. The officer pulled out two cigarettes. They just stood on the corner and puffed.

"There's an order to distribute gas, bayonets." While smoking, the officer talked about the task just assigned to him: "that bastard Churchill wants everyone to go to hell with him."

"Let him go to hell. The army can't hold its position. It's hard for him to think of women and children being buried with them! How can such a bastard become the Prime Minister of the British? " John followed, puffing out a stream of white smoke and swearing.

More than a dozen British soldiers came from afar. They were the main British troops who had been on the front line by looking at their clothes. Some of their clothes were broken, covered with dust and mud. These people's faces are full of fatigue, but they still hold on to their guns.

Some were carrying ammunition, some were carrying machine guns, some were carrying grenades in one hand and some were carrying rifles in the other. These people bent down and moved cautiously against the wall, passing by John and the officers. No one saluted or stopped. Their eyes were like looking at two dead people.

The penultimate soldier stopped, reached out and said in his hoarse voice, "is there any smoke? One, please

John touched his pocket and shook his head with a wry smile. The officer took out his cigarette case and handed one to the soldier. Then he struck a match and helped the soldier light it.

The soldier took a breath, then nodded his head and said, "thank you. You'd better leave the spacious place. The Germans have some teams that like to infiltrate. Their snipers are very accurate." With that, he followed his comrades in arms and ran to the smoking block in the distance.

"It seems that there is such a thing." The officer looked at the soldiers who had run away with disdain, with a sneer on his face: "they can't even hold the position. Fortunately, they want to remind us to pay attention to safety. If I..."

John was listening to the officer's complaint when he saw something pierced his chest and spattered blood on his face. He was so scared that he constricted his neck and ran to the corner.

The loud gunshot came, and John probably recognized the direction of the gunshot. He adjusted his hiding angle to avoid being hit by the sniper. Then he stuck to the wall and crouched down to look at the officer who had fallen to the ground.

"Hey! Are you ok? " John was so scared that his cigarette fell to the ground. He looked at the officer lying in the pool of blood and asked quietly, for fear that he might disturb someone.

"I've been... Hit! Help... Me... "The officer seemed to be breathing with pain. He struggled on the ground little by little, and asked for help intermittently:" help... "

"God! I dare not approach you! Sir! He's near the building over there. I'll be hit if I go out! " John leaned against the wall with tears in his eyes and said, "you... You wait for me! I'll get a stick! Hold on to the stick and I'll pull you over! "

He quickly turned back and ran in the opposite direction, leaving the officer on the ground who was still shouting for my help over and over again. He ran to the ruins, pulled out a ragged curtain on it, and quickly ran back to the position where the officer on the street fell to the ground.

However, he did not throw out the curtain after he ran to the place, because the officer on the ground was no longer breathing and struggling. He lay there with his eyes open, motionless and quiet. John leaned against the wall and gasped, looking at the body that had gradually become cold, tears in his eyes could not stop flowing. I've been living with myself in this hellish London for such a long time. I've taken care of myself for such a long time. When I left, you didn't even have time to leave a last word. It's sad.

Even he didn't know how long he had been sitting here looking at the corpse, until several British soldiers ran past him. An English soldier walked around the corner, leaned against the wall for breath, and then took a look at John sitting at his feet.

"I said there might be snipers, but you don't listen." The soldier gave a sneer, then kicked John's thigh sitting at his feet and pointed to the other side of the wall: "if you want to die, you can continue to sit here. There is a German tank on the side of the intersection less than 200 meters away. It won't be long before it comes." John took another look at the officer's body. He did not dare to stay here. He stood up and ran to the other side of the street with several British soldiers. At the end of the line, he turned back and looked at the officer's body again. He found that at the corner there, on the other side of the place where he had just sat, a German soldier was looking at him with half his head leaking out. He quickly ran into the corner of the end, separating the two sides of the line of sight. It was the first time in John's life that he saw a German soldier. The young German boy was a bit like his neighbor's son, but he looked a few years older. John then knew how close he was to the German soldiers. He looked at the direction of the shelter where his home was, and took over a Lee from a British soldier? Field rifle. He picked up the gun, pulled the bolt, took out the hot grenade from his pocket, opened the safety ring and threw it in the direction of the German army. The battle was fierce in the streets. John didn't dare to aim his starting gun, but after shooting, he mechanically loaded the ammunition in his rifle, and then continued to shoot. He and several British soldiers held fast to several rooms on the corner of the street, and then the troops who arrived pushed an anti tank gun. Dozens of British soldiers miraculously held the position, and the gunfire here gradually died down in the evening. In the course of the fighting, there were explosions from the surrounding buildings from time to time. Many civilians knew that the Germans were fighting and they didn't have the courage to attack the German * team, so they chose to commit suicide in advance. The grenades they sent to people became the best suicide tools. However, when John came home with his tired body and rifle on his back, accompanied by several new "comrades in arms", he found that it was not just an officer who left the world today. Those ruffians who were driven away by John came back here again. They started to commit crimes nearby because of hunger. This time, they took advantage of John's absence to revenge. Unexpectedly, John's wife and children are ready to commit murder, unbearable John's wife sounded the grenade left at home. John's wife, two children and the bodies of some hooligans are still lying in the air raid shelter, while Mrs. Mary is squatting in the corner. John looked at the remaining old people and women in the air raid shelter without expression, and suddenly laughed: "ha ha ha, ha ha. Good, very good, I fight to death outside, and that's how you reward me... "He grabbed the grenade on his comrades and opened the safety ring. Several comrades in arms were scared to escape from the air raid shelter, and then the door of the air raid shelter spewed thick dust because of an explosion. John died, as one of the most common Londoners, most unknown died in his "home". He tried his best to live, had a good hope, and wanted to fight for a way to live for his children. After the failure, his family was ruined. And the officer who was John's backer also died. He had a better ending than John, but he still died. He died on a street corner, in the familiar place that he had passed countless times. His child is missing, and his wife is killed by John in a place that can be called home. The street battle in London is still going on. The British soldiers stick to every corner. They try their best to stop the German attack. They fight for each other on every street, in every room of every building, in the kitchen and living room of every room. As for what they fight for, they don't seem to know. On the first day of the street fight in London, the German team stormed into the outskirts of London and exchanged fierce fire with the British defenders on the outskirts of the city. After a day's hard struggle, the British recaptured most of the blocks occupied by the German army and drove the Germans back to the edge of the city.