The sky in Southampton has been flooded with war.

Aircraft frequently appeared, and a large number of bombs and incendiary bombs fell like raindrops. Fortunately, considering the post-war reconstruction problem, Axis** did not use more powerful weapons. For the British in Southampton and the Allies stationed here, this was probably the only place they deserved to be "happy".

The Allies commanded by Dontanner were also fighting back desperately, and the Allied Air Force, which was constantly reinforced, was fighting desperately with the Axis Air Force in a small space. No one was willing to give up the battle easily, and everyone knew what Southampton meant to the entire war.

The sky was whistling, the earth was whistling, and the sound of cannons was whistling. Southampton became a battlefield, which was about to be filled with blood and corpses.

It is obvious that in the fierce air battle, the allied air forces, which were not fully prepared, are gradually losing their air advantages. They are retreating step by step under the attack of the powerful Axis air force and are losing the initiative on the battlefield bit by bit.

This made Don Tanner worried, but what could he do? He could not rush to the sky and participate in this hot battle himself. The only thing he could do was to hold on in the sky for as long as possible and delay himself for as long as possible.

However, now it seems that even this willingness seems difficult to achieve.

A Allied fighter jet burst out of smoke in the air. It tried its best to control it, but this was a difficult target. The pilot bounced out of the cabin and watched his fighter jet fall towards the ground. The pilot's fate was not much ter than his own plane. When the white parachute cloud dispersed, it quickly became the target of the enemy fighter jet, and the ruthless bullet completely submerged into his body. The white cloud withered instantly.

This is just a microcosm of the entire air battle.

The air battle has been underway, and every Allied commander watching knows that they are about to lose support from the air, and they are about to risk the bombing and bullets above their heads to deal with the attack from the ground. This is probably their saddest place.

"General Jonner, I think we can start the attack."

Jonner put down the telescope in his hand: "Col. Do you know, Your Excellency Baron is in Southampton."

Colonel Colham was shocked, and he couldn't believe what he heard. God. The Baron was actually in Southampton? If the crazy bombs that fell accidentally injured the Baron, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"But we don't have to worry." Jonner's heart was probably full of confidence in the Baron: "My father has always told me that there is no bullet in this world that can hurt the Baron. No shell can find the Baron's trace. Maybe when I start attacking, the Baron will give us a huge surprise."

Colonel Colham shrugged, he was not as confident as General Jonner.

Jonner stopped his smile: "Col. Let's start. The Second Skeleton Infantry Regiment and the Third Skeleton Armored Regiment took the lead in the attack. Before tonight, remove all the defenders from the outside of Southampton!"

"Yes, Lord General," Colonel Colham replied calmly.

On October 11, 1966, the Axis** mid-surge group consisting of the German SS Skeleton Division, the German Weapon Uniform Division, the 9th and 11th Division, and the Royal Royal Army 1st Division launched a powerful offensive to Southampton under the command of General Jonner.

At this time, the first step was the 36th Brigade of the US Marine Corps commanded by Colonel Enrique, nicknamed "Bloody Rose". This brigade has always had a very glorious tradition. They once participated in World War I, and since the outbreak of World War I, they were thrown into the battlefield. They always like to say a catchphrase: "Our roses turned out to be white. But they were dyed red by blood."

And their opponents are more full of combat experience. After participating in all three world wars, the German armed SS Skeleton Division, formerly known as the "Skeleton Commando", was the second Skeleton Infantry Regiment leading the entire army. Colonel Colham knew what kind of responsibility he was taking. He glanced at Major Maxim von Strup who was standing in front of him, and then asked in a steady voice: "Major Strup, is your commando ready?"

"Yes, Colonel, the Skeleton Lancers have completed their combat preparations!"

"Skeleton Lancer" - This is the nickname everyone gave to "Ss Stralup's first-class commando".

Those who join this unit always regard themselves as the guards of the Skeleton Baron. They uphold the will of the God of Death and guard the Baron to conquer any object that attempts to threaten the Baron. In their eyes, there are always only two types of people in the battlefield: the living and the dead!

No matter how dangerous the battle situation is, these brave and loyal skeleton lancers have never disappointed...

There was no expression on Colonel Colham's face: "I heard that the Americans across from you were called 'Bloody Rose', do you know the source of this nickname?"

"Of course, of course I know." Major Strupp replied calmly: "In World War I, the US army, as their predecessor, was ordered to hold its position. For a full 19 days, facing the German army with absolute advantage, they firmly held the position. Their commander was killed and found a rose stained with blood on his body, so they have had such a nickname since then."

"Yes, they held on for 19 days under the attack of the German army with absolute advantage..." Colonel Colham sighed softly: "In this sense, it is very worthy of my admiration. But now it is no longer the first world. Major Strump, I know that you cherish the honor of respect more than your own life, and I can tell you that the Skeleton Baron is in Southampton at this moment."

Major Strupp suddenly became energetic. Nothing was more exciting than this news.

Colonel Colham could fully understand what his subordinates were thinking: "You are the Baron's Guards, and the entire Skeleton Division is the Baron's Guards. So I now order you to rush into Southampton in the shortest time, and there is someone to guard around the Baron."

"I'm glad you've given this task to my hands." Major Strupp raised his right arm straight: "It's all for Germany!"

All the forces of the "Skeleton Lancer" appeared on the battlefield. "Leopard Type 7", "Destroyer Type 3", and "Model Assault Cannon" couldn't wait to roar. The infantrymen around the armored vehicles had already been eager to try.

"Skeleton Lancers - Advance!" With Major Strupp's order, the Southampton offensive and defensive battle officially kicked off!

This is a battle that determines the outcome of the war, a battle that determines the fate and future of Britain! Major Strupp understands this, and his opponent, Colonel Enrique, also understands. Whoever loses the victory of this war will completely lose the initiative in this war...

The artillery fire was intertwined in the air, and bullets were flying in people's ears. Everyone had long forgotten their fear on such a battlefield, and there was a strange hole in their hearts. At this time, they were no longer a normal person. They were just a group of war machines!

They had no choice, and they were not worthy of any choice. When the first shot of the war fired their fate was already destined...

The German soldiers of the "Skeleton Lancer" were only thinking about how to protect the Baron Guard's honor, while the Americans of the "Bloody Rose" were also thinking about how to protect the reputation they had since World War I.

The steel battle ween tanks and tanks, the flesh-and-blood battle ween soldiers and soldiers!

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood. Even if you breathe a little harder, your internal organs would roll, and you would wish you could vomit all your dinner yesterday.

Snipers are hidden in unknown places. They carefully capture the target in the scope. No matter how fierce the sound of gunfires around them are, they must keep themselves calm. As a sniper, they will never allow themselves to make any mistakes. The moment when the bullet flies out of the barrel of the gun means the loss of a life.

They could see the enemy falling under their guns. They could even clearly see the brains flowing out of the enemy's heads with blood. However, all this had been numb for them.

They are used to seeing too much death and too much blood. They are even more numb than machines. Now they are taking lives one by one. But God knows whether the enemy's bullets will take their lives in the next second.

The soldiers fell down one by one, Germans and Americans. But none of this affected the mood of the soldiers on both sides. Even those soldiers who were still afraid in their hearts at the beginning of the war had long forgotten some fear at this time. What they are thinking about now is no longer how to survive, but how to exchange their lives as much as possible for the life of an enemy.

War is always just a game for politicians, and these soldiers are tools used by politicians to complete their games. When the war is at its most intense, the two governments will sit down and negotiate patiently, allowing their soldiers to shed blood and die on the battlefield. Then they will suddenly announce that the war is over. Those soldiers who survived by chance will probably be lucky to receive a medal. Then most of them will return to their hometowns with a little severance payment.

The two countries that had fought forever decades later will be close to each other because of their interests. However, those soldiers who died in battle will never be remembered.

It is only on the Victory Day of the War of the Year that the leaders of the country will stand in front of the tomb of the fallen martyrs and make an intense speech, at most they will shed two tears in front of countless journalists to express their inner "sadness". Then, they will leave in a hurry to conduct a new round of trade or political negotiations.

The soldiers buried deep underground who fought to the end for national honor can only wait for the next memorial day...

This is the sorrow of the soldiers!

But now, whether it is the "skeleton lancer" or the "bloody rose", they will not think of these things. In their eyes, there is only loyalty and honor to the country, and they will never leave their battlefield without the last one.

In this sense, the Germans and Americans who are fighting to the death here are worthy of respect. This has nothing to do with the position. It has nothing to do with the country. They are just fulfilling the responsibilities that a soldier should do.

When the war temporarily ceased, the soldiers would rely on their positions and take out a pack of wrinkled cigarettes from their pockets and lit one.

An American soldier who could play the flute took out the flute he carried with him and played a sad music, which quickly resonated with all American soldiers. The sadness conveyed in the flute and their mood at this moment were so imaginable.

Fighting for another country on a strange land. But their families are still waiting for their return at home...

The two German snipers who were very close to the front line seemed to be attracted by the sound of the flute. They temporarily forgot their responsibilities and listened carefully to the sound of the flute. In fact, the soldiers' hearts are sometimes common. What is the military uniform on them can't represent everything.

"I can play the flute too," said the German sniper with a mustache on the right sadly: "When I was in school, I even fantasized about joining the Berlin Orchestra in the future, but unfortunately I finally gave up this dream."

"I used to want to be a pianist." The German sniper with a scar on his face on the left sighed softly: "I have applied to the Academy of Arts twice, but I have not been admitted to both times. They said I don't have much talent in music. This is a joke. Is it? A handwritten handwriting that was supposed to play the piano picked up a gun."

"Everyone has a past that he doesn't want to recall." Xiao Wangzi raised the sniper rifle in his hand, aiming at the U.S. flute player. To be honest, if possible, he was unwilling to hurt the other party, and even wanted to make friends with the other party. But there was no way, this was a battlefield, not an art academy.

The bearded man pulled the trigger helplessly... the sad flute sound stopped...

This is the cruelest war. No matter how mutual appreciation is, it cannot stop the killing of the other party. The flute hand was dead, but the American soldiers who were originally immersed in the music did not have the slightest anger. They did not even feel sad. This is the fate that a soldier had long been destined to.

A new attack began. When the German soldiers of the "Skeleton Lancer" appeared on the battlefield again, the American soldiers of the "Bloody Rose" quickly re-entered the defense operations.

The artillery fire was still firing tenaciously, and the tanks on both sides burst into fear. The destroyed armored vehicles were emitting thick smoke and lay on the battlefield. Several scorched corpses were hanging alone on the armored vehicles.

Major Strupp has always been personally directing his troops to launch attacks again and again. From beginning to end, he only had one idea in his heart: the Baron is in Southampton, and the Baron is waiting for the iron gate there! No matter what kind of opponent the opponent is on the other side, he has only one choice:

Defeat them - completely defeat them!

From the bottom of his heart, he had to admire the tenacity of the enemy on the other side. Although the Americans were at a disadvantage under the attack of the powerful Skeleton Division, they showed no sign of defeat. Several positions that seemed precarious were successfully defended with the efforts of the Americans.

As a commander, they like such strong opponents. Only those mediocre people also like to choose vulnerable enemies as their opponents. Defeating powerful opponents can make an excellent commander full of pride and pride in their hearts.

If possible, Major Strupp hopes that the enemy's commander will be alive. He will pour a cup of coffee for the other party and then talk about each other's views on war. During the war, they are enemies, and when the war is over, they may still be friends.

Unfortunately, Major Strupp knew that his wish would probably never come true...

At the same time, Colonel Enrique was also afraid of the powerful combat power of the Germans. They seemed to be a war machine that never knew how to be tired, launching attacks again and again under intensive strikes, and are gradually occupying the initiative on the battlefield. Fighting with such an enemy is the most troublesome and the most feared thing.

General Dontanner has asked about the situation on the battlefield several times, and Colonel Enrique truthfully reported the situation on the battlefield. The process was not optimistic, and he could not even hold on until the night came. General Dontanner told him seriously: "No failure without my orders. Colonel, remember my words, no failure. We need to buy the most time here. Can you understand what I said?"

"I think I will do my best." Colonel Enrique could only answer the other party.

What can I do? Who can predict what will happen in one minute? Who can predict what form the war will end? Maybe I will be beaten to death, maybe I will be captured, who knows. But at least there is one thing that Colonel Enrique can guarantee, as long as it is less than the last minute, as long as the most desperate moment arrives, he will not give up.

"Skeleton Lancer" - Colonel Enrique has firmly remembered this name!
Chapter completed!