Only in hell can Frank find his place.

The collapse of the 52nd Canadian Infantry Division was only a matter of time. The anger erupted by a large number of swarming Axis troops and ordinary Englishmen was enough to completely submerge all Canadians.

The sound of machine guns and the explosion of grenades thrown out resounded throughout the battlefield. Under the smoke of gunpowder, the smell of death filled the air was suffocating. The god of death was floating in the Canadian guards, and the sickle in his hand was swung from time to time. Every time it fell, it could always harvest a piece of life.

Frank never thought of giving up. One thing he knew very well was that even if he gave up now, the British would never let him go. Their anger was enough to tear him apart, and their hatred could easily destroy himself into the bottomless abyss.

Anyone can surrender, but he cannot. So at this moment the only thing he can do is fight to the death. Even if the enemy appears in front of him, the only choice he can make is either commit suicide or die with him.

However, it is probably a pity for a general to reach this point.

He was wondering why the war had developed to this point, and he was wondering why he had appeared in Southampton and fell into such a situation. Who should he blame? No, no one can blame, all the paths were chosen by himself.

The enemy rushed up again, densely packed, and the first temporary front was all built into the hands of the enemy. Some captured Canadian soldiers were treated in anger by the angry Englishmen as usual. If the Queen's soldiers had not tried their best to dissuade them, I was afraid that all the prisoners would have turned into corpses.

The attacking party compressed the enemy's living space bit by bit, and they had an absolute advantage in this city with the help of locals. They were always able to choose the most suitable attack method at the most suitable location, and they were always able to launch a sudden surprise attack under the circumstances that the Canadians did not expect. Then the Canadians would be very frustrated to find that the enemy did not seem to have spent much effort, so they inexplicably failed.

In three hours, the 52nd Canadian Infantry Division had lost more than half of its strength, which was a despairing result. In the occasional combat gap, the Canadian soldiers who were barely alive so far would gather together in sadness, waiting silently, and enduring silently.

When the next battle begins, how many of them will live here?

After a few minutes, the drizzle fell down again, drop by drop on the position and on the soldiers. Cold, bone-bone cold, from the body to the heart. It was despair of war, and despair of one's own future and destiny.

Frank did not talk to Dontanner on the phone anymore, because Dontanner's headquarters was also under fierce attack at this time, and Dontanner could no longer give him any help. Life depends on himself, and death depends on himself!

"Get up, boys!" Frank shouted to his subordinates: "Hey, the battle is not over yet, it has just begun. We will receive reinforcements. General Dontanner will never give up on us."

How could such nonsense that he didn't even believe in himself deceive the soldiers? The soldiers listened numbly, as if listening to a talk show. Occasionally, someone would look up at Frank, but the only thing that was projected in his eyes was coldness, indifference, and contempt.

It was the general in front of them that brought them into such a passive situation. Without him, they would not have been able to passively wait for death like they are now.

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The explosion of two grenades came, and the attack of the Axis army began again. A large number of Axis soldiers appeared in the sight of the Canadians, forcing them to barely re-enter the position. Now, these Canadians are not fighting for the Allies, nor for the Franks, they are fighting for themselves.

If possible, they are really willing to put down their weapons and surrender immediately.

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"Marty Ernst." When Marshal Ernst appeared on the battlefield, Romeo, Major Strupp and Anno hurriedly welcomed him into the temporary command: "We have controlled the initiative in the battlefield, and the battle will end at the latest tonight, and most Canadians will be wiped out here."

"It's too slow." Wang Weiyi frowned: "The battle here must be ended as soon as possible. Mr. Anno, I heard that you rejected Canada's request for multiple surrenders and killed some captured prisoners?"

It was not until now that the Axis Army entered the city that Anno realized that "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol" was the magical Baron Alexander. At this time, facing the Baron's question, Anno hurriedly replied: "Yes, Lord Marshal. Those Canadians have brutally killed our compatriots. I am just making them pay the price they deserve!"

Wang Weiyi was silent: "Mr. Annuo, I understand your anger very well, but I think I must tell you that war is not just about anger to win. The Canadians' determination to resist is already very low. The reason why they have not surrendered on a large scale so far is because of your killing of prisoners. Fighting is death, and surrender is also death. I think a normal person knows what choice to make...."

Anno was silent there. Although he admitted that the Baron's words were right, he always felt a little unwilling to accept it.

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"Accept the enemy's surrender, and all prisoners are not allowed to be injured." Wang Weiyi issued his own order: "The Free Army and civilian armed forces all evacuated from the main battlefield and served as auxiliary work. Install more tweeters for me and keep playing. I want every Canadian to know that the war must end."

The Free Army and civilian armed forces are not easy to control. Once Canadian prisoners appear, they may soon arouse their incomparable anger. Wang Weiyi does not want to take such a risk.

Soon, according to his orders, a major change occurred on the battlefield. The craziest Free Army and civilian armed forces who performed in the battle began to evacuate the battlefield, which fell into the ears of the Canadians. Then, the newly set up tweeters kept calling for Canadian soldiers to put down their weapons immediately within an hour, their lives would be fully respected, they would be sent to prisoners of war camps to receive the treatment they deserved, and the Axis would strictly comply with what the Geneva Convention required. The injured Canadian soldiers would also be fully treated.

In the name of Baron Alexson - the tweeter emphasized this point - in the name of Baron Alexson, Canadian soldiers must surrender immediately, Southampton does not need to shed meaningless blood, the nominal man should continue to die in this war that should be cursed. In the name of Baron Alexson - all the promises of the Axis will be fulfilled!

The lethality brought by this is undoubtedly a bombshell thrown in Canada. If this was said by others, it might not be enough to make Canadians fully believe it, but this was a promise made by Baron Alexson himself. Who is that? It is a gentleman who is now few on the battlefield, a marshal who can risk his enemy's commander to the enemy's barracks.

His words were enough to convince everyone.

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The Canadians were completely shaken. One hour was not much time left for them, and they had to make a choice in the shortest time. Some of them bold soldiers began to contact the enemy and sent out some seriously injured soldiers from the position. As a result, as Baron Alexson promised, the wounded soldiers were quickly and effectively treated. As a result, a stone in the Canadian's heart suddenly fell to the ground.

Soldiers left their positions one after another, and they didn't even say anything to their commanders. Their request was actually very simple. They just wanted to live well and wait until the war was over and they could leave the prisoner-of-war camp alive.

Living - this is just a person’s most basic requirement!

The officers did not stop them. They knew that this was a hopeless war, and many of them silently left the position and joined the surrender ranks. Like soldiers, they were actually just an ordinary person who took off their military uniforms.

Frank already knew that he did not stop him. What can I do? The morale of the army would have been disintegrated long ago. If the brutal revenge of the British in the past scared his subordinates, perhaps the 52nd Infantry Division would have been finished long ago. However, now the enemy has changed its strategy, making the soldiers who were originally determined to resist completely choose to give up.

Let them go, let them leave, no one can stop this from happening.

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"General Frank, my troops are finished." That was a strange brigade general of Frank's subordinate. He looked anxious: "My whole brigade is still alive, and almost all of them surrendered. I have no way to stop it. I just wanted to scold me, but several guns were pointed at me!"

Frank smiled bitterly: "Single, my situation here is exactly the same as yours. Now, even the military police have begun to lose control. Failed, we have failed."

"What should we do now?" Although the sound of gunfire outside became sparse, this made Qi Te feel scared: "The enemy only left us an hour. When the time comes, I believe that there will be no more than a hundred soldiers around us."

Frank looked at Qite with a smile. He fully understood what his subordinates were thinking: "Qite, I will not stop those soldiers, nor will I stop my officers. Everyone has the right to make their own choices at such a time."

Qite nodded silently: "Where are you? General?"

"Me?" Frank poured himself a glass of wine, which was his last bottle: "Everyone can surrender, only I can't."

Qi Ni sighed. He could understand Frank's mood at this moment, but what could he do under such circumstances? No, he could do nothing, and he had no other choice except to leave him.

Qite left. Although he had such mental preparations, Frank still felt that he had been abandoned. He and Qite not only served in the same army, but also were also fellow countrymen. Now, even the person he trusted the most has left him.

He held the wine glass and looked outside. The positions were in chaos, one after another, one after another, and group of soldiers threw away their weapons and waved the white flag to walk towards the enemy. No one even wanted to stay on this position that should be cursed for even a second.

Frank experienced the feelings of being betrayed by everyone? For the first time, Frank experienced the feelings of being betrayed by everyone.

He drank all the wine in the cup and poured himself another one. Half of the bottle was left. When the last sip of wine was finished, it was time for him to remove the burden on his shoulders.

He wanted to leave a few words for his family, but when he took out the paper and pen, his mind was blank, and he didn't know what he should write. What's the point? At least the news of his death could still be heard by his family. In this case, why do you still have to write a letter to make his family sad?

Forget it, let yourself bear this pain and sorrow alone.

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The wine in the bottle was rapidly decreasing, and Frank drank it sipped in one sip. It was a good bottle of wine. This bottle was given to him by Dontanner when he first arrived in Southampton. Ah, what is Dontanner doing now?

He felt that he had to call Tangtan again, at least as a separation. But when he picked up the phone, he found that the phone could not be reached.

He threw away the phone with a wry smile, drank the last sip of wine in the cup, and then took out a delicate pistol. Where should I shoot to leave quickly without pain? Put the muzzle into my mouth or pull the trigger to my head? Frank has no experience in this area.

In the end, he took the method that most people would use, stuffing the gun into his mouth.

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To be continued...