October 8, 1966, was destined to be a day that everyone would remember.

On this day, the Axis forces launched the most powerful attack on the British mainland, and the troops led by the British Royal First Division launched a fierce and effective landing operation, and successfully occupied Dorchester. The Americans retreated, and Colonel Thoros and the British government forces led by him were also not much better.

At this time, the city they were defending was isolated and helpless, and relying on the meager strength of a brigade could not continue to stick here. Colonel Toros had to make a choice: whether to continue fighting to the end, or surrender with the attitude of being responsible for himself and his soldiers. In fact, such a choice is not difficult, and everyone knows what it would mean if they continue to persist.

At the beginning of the war, Colonel Toros had already told General Gandra very clearly, and if he really couldn't continue to persevere, he would never let all the soldiers lose their lives for no reason. Now, such a moment has come.

He contacted the Axis army, but in fact, there was no effort. The Axis accepted Colonel Toros's request and was allowed to surrender decently with his troops.

After receiving the enemy's answer, Captain Doros breathed a sigh of relief. As a soldier, he finally took off his burden. He didn't care about victory or failure. Now, he could take off his military uniform and return to his hometown to do something he liked to do. Perhaps, this is his destined destiny.

After the defeats of Lieutenant Colonel Jenson and Colonel Toros, the situation of the Easton War was very clear. Here, there were no more huge Allied troops, and here there were no more powerful obstacles. The coalition forces of the Axis Powers successfully completed their landing in Easton, and Her Majesty's flag fluttered in the wind in Easton again.

The absolute majority of the British came out of their houses, and they cheered loudly to welcome the arrival of Her Majesty's army. They happily put on their best clothes, as if they were living a grand festival. Yes, this was a grand festival for them, and Her Majesty had always had a high status in their hearts, no matter how long it had passed. And the actions of the Fenton government in the past two years have really made the British people feel heartbroken about this government, and they are no longer willing to continue to live a disgusting life under the leadership of this government.

Here, Romeo delivered his speech in front of all Easton British people: "We are back!"

His first words caused a huge and terres cheer, and Romeo continued: "The people of England, we are back, with the dignity of Her Majesty. From the first day we left here, we are ready to return. Each of us is so eager to return to this land, and each of us is so eager to make Her Majesty's flag rise again on this land...

This day really comes, and I praise the glory that God has given us. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Romeo's words aroused great cheers, and the British expressed their welcome to Her Majesty the return of her Majesty in this way.

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Romeo's speech spread rapidly throughout the UK, and the British's long-standing dissatisfaction and their love for Her Majesty were quickly ignited. Especially those underground resistance organizations, after long-term persistence and waiting, they finally saw the dawn of victory. No one was more urgent than them. All underground resistance organizations and the guerrillas they had in their hands began to act as soon as possible, launching frequent and intensive attacks to welcome the arrival of the Queen's army, which made the Allies, which had already lost one's attention, even more into chaos.

Now, it is difficult to find a better solution. General Gandra has even seen the arrival of failure. But what can he do? He has done his best, but the wrong information has put him and all the Allied officers in a huge trap. The only thing they can do now is to look forward to the arrival of a miracle.

But the so-called miracle seems so empty and vague.

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The Allied forces were forced to mobilize their troops in a mess and quickly transferred a large number of troops to Easton's front line, trying to restore the passive situation. But all this seemed to be a bit too late.

In London, it was even more chaotic. The Fenton government tried its best to conceal the news that the coalition had successfully landed, but developed communications were not as in the past when they wanted to conceal what they wanted. The British in London knew this terrible news as soon as possible.

It's messy, they're really messy at this time.

The incident of the Galaxy has not been resolved, and their families are still in the hands of the Germans. The Fenton government, which once vowed to guard the UK, seemed to be breaking its promise again. When the enemy appeared in London, what else could they do? Become a prisoner of the enemy? Then maybe they could not meet their families for a long time?

No, not many of them are willing to accept such a fate.

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But what else can they do now?

Robert, the new National Police Director of the Fenton government, was one of the officials who were worried about his fate and future. After the so-called "Ltd. Col. Moyol" was exposed, he was appointed as the new British National Police Director and took over all the work left by "Lt. Col. Moyol". But it has to be said that Robert did not know where he should start.

The British intelligence system had been almost destroyed by "Lt. Col. Moyol", and the information left to Robert was incomplete. In addition, his subordinates were panicked, and the whole work was in a messy atmosphere.

Just when Robert was having a headache about this, a mysterious call came to his office. When he answered the phone, a voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Mr. Robert, I am Lieutenant Colonel Moyor."

Robert gasped, God, this terrible guy found what he did now.

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"Don't be afraid, I have no malice." The "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol" on the other end of the phone seemed to comfort the national police chief: "We have dealt with each other before and have always been together well. I think you probably know my true identity now. Yes, I am a German, a German who fights for his country. Mr. Robert, you still don't have to worry about anything. If you have time, can we meet in half an hour?"

"No, I will never meet a spy." Robert suppressed his inner fear: "And I will arrest you!"

"Really?" There was a smile in the voice of Lieutenant Colonel Moyol: "What you must understand is that I am not your enemy, but your friend. To put it further, before or under this situation, many of your colleagues had contacted me and spoke with their families. What about you? Are you willing to meet me now? Or are you still going to accompany your Fenton government to the end until the powerful Axis army appears in front of you?"

Robert's hands began to tremble.

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He was one of the senior officials who had known the successful landing of the Axis army, and knew that the Allies had been completely manipulated by the Axis army in the applause, and the fate of failure might have been inevitable. As the national police chief, he knew more about the large number of officials of the Fenton government were looking for a way out for him. So what about himself? Should he meet him as "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol" said, or would he go the same way to the dark?

Robert calmed down his emotions: "Will you hurt me? Lieutenant Colonel Moyol, or what other name should I call you?"

"You can continue to call me Lieutenant Colonel Moyol. Mr. Robert, why should I hurt you? No, not only will I not hurt you, but I will also provide you with the most powerful protection. But I think the decision of all this is in your own hands...."

Robert already has his own choice.

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"Mr. Robert, I'm very happy for your arrival." In a remote cafe, Wang Weiyi smiled and saw Robert: "Look, I came alone, you came alone, this is a very good start, right?"

Robert calmed down his nervousness: "Lt. Col. Moyol, aren't you afraid that I will bring someone to arrest you?"

"No, no, I'm not worried at all." Wang Weiyi smiled faintly: "When you appear nearby, countless eyes and guns are staring at you. As long as there is any abnormality, the gunshot will sound. I can leave here calmly. Even though you are the national police chief in the UK, you cannot know my hiding place, but I can easily find you anytime, anywhere."

Robert smiled bitterly, yes, if "Lt. Col. Moyol" could be caught by himself so easily, how could he sit in front of him now?

"Before we start the formal conversation, I want to show you a letter from your wife."

"Lt. Col. Moyol" said Robert's heart beat violently. He carefully took the letter. It was indeed the handwriting that his wife was familiar with: "Dear, don't worry about me. Although my children and I have lost our freedom, our lives are not threatened. We even have some good entertainment activities every day. Dear, the war may be about to end. I heard from the Germans that you became the national police chief, but this is not something to celebrate. I think you will be punished when the Axis army occupied Britain. For many years, you will be punished.

, We have always lived under the grace of Her Majesty. Are you used to changing all this? I am afraid that something will happen to you. It is really even more scary than our current situation. I don’t want to see my husband, children cannot see their father when we come back, and I don’t want our home to lose any one. So I beg you to protect yourself well. . . . . . Please accept all the conditions your enemies have put forward to you, for me and the children, and for yourself and for us to continue to have a complete home. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Robert sighed softly, and then carefully put the letter: "Lt. Col. Moyol, are they all right now?"

"I think your wife has told you in the letter." Wang Weiyi took a sip of coffee: "We are just trying to achieve some goals through them. We are not murderous devils, so you have nothing to worry about their situation. You should care more about your future now. Mr. Robert, we can honestly say that the powerful Axis coalition has completed its landing in Easton and continues to approach London. Do you think there is anything that can stop us? What about you? Are you ready to accompany the Fenton government to bury it?"

Robert couldn't help but shake, no, no one was willing to accompany an unpopular regime to be buried with him.

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Especially after he received a letter from his wife.

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To be continued...