General Frank died, and he used suicide to maintain his dignity.

When the news reached Dontanner's ears, the American general just sighed softly and said nothing more. Maybe it wouldn't take long to see General Frank. Of course, it was in a place where he didn't want to go.

The battle outside the Southampton Municipal Government Building was very fierce, the attacks of the Axis Army were rising and falling, and the US army resisted very tenaciously. Although they knew that failure was only a matter of time, as long as that minute had not arrived, they would always fight tenaciously to the end.

It is the responsibility and honor of a soldier.

After annihilated the 52nd Canadian Infantry Division, the Axis Army's forces began to shrink and a large amount of power was used on the front line of the city government building. Their commander General Jonnar also proposed surrender by phone with Dontanner, but Dontanner refused without hesitation.

A Canadian can use his life to safeguard the honor of a soldier, let alone an American like himself? In any case, those enemies cannot underestimate him.

From this time on, Dontanner was also prepared to die. If we only talk about this point, Dontanner is still worthy of respect.

Almost all the power was used on the front battlefield by Dontanner, and only one company of troops was left beside him. However, Dontanner didn't care. If no one could resist outside, could it be possible to stop the enemy from occupying the place with just a municipal government building?

Dontanner is still very smart in this regard.

Starting from the afternoon, the offensive of the Axis Army was significantly strengthened. Their armored vehicles kept spitting out fierce fire and suppressing the US military, but their soldiers did not seem to be in a hurry to seize the place immediately. The enemy's intention was already very obvious, and they wanted to completely destroy the US military psychologically with a powerful artillery offensive.

Don Tanner was not idle either. He kept making this wavering for his subordinates, and even fabricating false information to deceive his subordinates, although he knew that sooner or later he would be exposed.

However, now he can no longer care about this. It would be good for him to be able to delay for one more minute.

At 15:00, two armed helicopters appeared in the sky of the city government building. They fired dense bullets into the ground without any mercy and even fired a missile, causing dozens of US soldiers to be killed and injured on the spot.

To be fair, Don Tanner's full of anger had no idea where to vent from. From when did the US military's strength become so weak that it could be slaughtered? Once upon a time, every American firmly believed that he was the master of this land and that no one could challenge their authority. But now everything has changed.

Dontanner sighed deeply, since this is the case, then leave everything to God to judge.

Unfortunately, the God that Dontanner hoped for has never appeared. What appeared were the soldiers of the most powerful German SS Skeleton Division!

The Axis Army finally put their ace troops on the battlefield, which also means that the final general offensive is about to begin. In his report to General Gandra, Dontanner carefully described everything that happened in Southampton, told them the truth on the battlefield, and then he said to General Gandra:

"I hope you can take good care of my wife and children. I know what to do when all this comes. Mr. Commander, maybe I should say goodbye to you in advance. No, I think the most accurate way is that I should say goodbye to you in advance...."

The phone was hung up, and General Gandra put down the phone in his hand for a long time: "I knew Dontanner a long time ago. He was a brave and loyal soldier. When he said that the war was irreversible, then there was nothing we could do."

Senior Fenton administration officials looked at each other, knowing too well what Southampton would face if it lost London.

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"Is there really no room for recovery?" Fenton asked cautiously.

General Gandra shook his head in despair: "Unless a miracle happens, but I think miracles don't happen at any time. Mr. President, I think we should plan the worst."

Fenton was still a little unwilling to give up: "Where are the two newly arrived American armored divisions in the UK? Can't they be sent to respond to emergency?"

"They?" General Gandra smiled bitterly: "They will be used as the last defensive battle in London. Moreover, nearly half of their equipment has not arrived. I am afraid that Southampton will be lost long ago and they will be trapped in the encirclement of the enemy."

Just when these British and Americans were helpless, Prime Minister Wilkins' aide came in and said something in his ear. Prime Minister Wilkins changed his face and immediately turned on the radio. A man's low and powerful voice came from it:

"Soldiers of England, citizens of England, I am Ernst Bryme, and many of you like to call me Baron Alexander. I am in Southampton, and I am in this city watching the brave Her Majesty's soldiers, the brave German soldiers, and the equally brave English people fighting for freedom... 24 hours, no, maybe in a shorter time, Her Majesty's flag will fly again in Southampton, and the final attack on London will soon erupt. Now, in my ears, the loud singing sounds make me boil, and everyone here is boiling. We long for victory, we

What I desire is that freedom and glory will come again on this land. Now, I ask each of you: the British soldiers who are still fighting for the Fenton government, to take up your weapons and attack your nearest enemies. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

When the words "Sacred Alliance" were spoken out, no sound could be heard in the conference room.

It was him, it was him - the person whom everyone was most afraid of finally burst into shouts on the land of England. The Fenton government was already shaking, and at this time, with the call of Her Majesty the Queen and the reputation of Baron Alexander, it would completely ignite the emotions of the entire country.

No one can stop them, and no one can stop them from moving forward anymore.

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"I think, in addition to war accidents, we should also be ready to retreat." A long time later, General Gandra finally spoke: "We have formulated a retreat plan before. It is time to implement it. Mr. President, Prime Minister, and Minister, I will order the plane to be on standby 24 hours a day. Once the situation cannot be curbed, you will leave London as soon as possible."

No one spoke, of course they could leave London, but what afterwards? Will they become an exiled government? Just like Queen Elizabeth? No, the treatment they received in the future is simply incomparable to Her Majesty. They are just a group of poor ghosts.

However, at this point, who can come up with a better solution?

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General Gandra remembered what "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol" said to him that day: "You will come to me, and you will take the initiative to come to me."

General Gandra was disdainful of such words at that time, but at this moment he knew that maybe he had to think about this sentence carefully. He could find a way to evacuate the senior officials of the Fenton government, but so many American soldiers? Shouldn't they just let them die here?

No, he would not do this out of the conscience of a general.

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Just when the Fenton government was in vain for the bad situation, Dontanner also understood that the last moment had come. The enemy had issued an order to resolve the battle within 24 hours, and Dontanner knew very well that they were able to do this.

Perhaps, they can even solve the battle in less than 24 hours.

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The battle ahead was very difficult, and bad news kept coming to Don Tanner's ears, but the once energetic general was helpless. He did not have more tanks, more cannons, and no more soldiers to send.

What else can he do?

Under the fierce attack of the enemy, Dontanner appeared on the front line several times. What shocked him was that he saw that his troops were in a collapse. A large number of troops were wiped out, and the enemy had advanced to a place very close to the city government building. Perhaps they could appear in front of them with just one charge at a time.

"General, where are the reinforcements? Where are our reinforcements?" The one who shouted was Colonel Deplora, a very brave officer. But Deplora, who was standing in front of Dontanner, looked very embarrassed.

Dontanner did not blame Colonel DePra for his rudeness, because he personally promised that their reinforcements would arrive soon, but now that the enemy was about to break through the defense line here, the reinforcements still had no intention of coming.

Dontanner knew that there were no reinforcements, and reinforcements would never arrive before they failed.

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"Col. Deplor, I have to tell you some truth, but I hope you don't spread this information." Dontanner lowered his voice: "There are no reinforcements, all reinforcements have been restrained by the enemy and the guerrillas."

Colonel Deplah was stunned. There were no reinforcements? No reinforcements! Damn, there were no reinforcements! So many soldiers were still persevering in such a passive situation because they still had a slight fantasy in their hearts, believing that as long as they persisted, the reinforcements would come, but now they heard such news from General Dontanner's mouth.

How did I tell the soldiers who were still fighting bloody? How did I face those subordinates who fought to the end?

"Col. Deplor, please keep your calm." Dontanner sighed: "Actually, General Frank and the troops he commanded are the last reinforcements we can get. But the soldiers' enthusiasm for fighting cannot be extinguished. Colonel, I hope you can understand my difficulties, I hope you can know that there are many things that are forced. What I hope more is that you can still hold on to the honor of a soldier under such an invitation."

Honor? Colonel Deplah smiled coldly in his heart. What is honor? Is it called honor to make everyone die here in battle? Those are life. They have persisted in lies for the honor of soldiers.

What else do they have to do? Will continue to die in lies for this hopeless war? Is this fair to those soldiers?

"I am not afraid of death, General." Colonel Deplor tried hard to curb his anger: "I was ready for death from the first minute of the battle, but it was not the way. The soldiers should not continue to be blinded, their destiny and future should be chosen by themselves. Fight, die, or surrender."

"No, you don't have the right to do this!" Dontanner shouted out in anger.
To be continued...