The day that scares all Fenton administration officials and Americans finally arrived.

On October 16, 1966, the axis still appeared in London.

What whistled through the sky was the plane with the axial plane, and the torrent of the axial steel was rushing on the ground. It was a scene that made the enemy afraid and shocked his own people. Her Majesty the Queen and the axial banners were flying again on the land of England.

This will inevitably become the last battle of the Battle of Britain, and it will even become the last battle of World War III.

There is nothing to keep. Both sides of the war have used their strongest power to the battlefield. Everything that can be mobilized has been mobilized long ago. The commanders of both sides must ensure that every bullet in their army must be used in the most appropriate place.

On the 16th, the two sides had a fierce exchange of fire, and there was no tentative attack. At the beginning, the two sides of the game took out all their strength. They attacked and defended regardless of everything. They had red eyes and used all their strength to fight together with gritted teeth. No one was willing to take a step back, and everyone knew very well what it meant to retreat.

Victory or failure is actually no longer the most important thing for them, they need to prove themselves on this battlefield.

In the last battle of World War III, they were never willing to let their country's long-term hardships turn into eastwards, and they were never willing to let their efforts become worthless. They did not know when the battle would end in what way, and maybe when the last gunshot stopped, all of this would end.

At the forefront was General Ladenrom.

This British general was also a general trusted by the Fenton government and the Americans. In Terrod, the British troops of the two divisions he commanded faced the surging axis and carried out arduous resistance.

The Allied Air Force that had disappeared appeared again, and they strangled everything with the Axis air force. Just like those troops on the ground, they would never give up on war.

Airplanes were injured and caught fire, and planes roared sharply towards the ground. White umbrella flowers often appeared in the air, and once these umbrella flowers appeared, they would often be shot and killed by countless bullets.

General Ladanrom had never seen such a cruel war in his life. His soldiers were bleeding and his subordinates were dying. On the first day, this was only the first day, and the war was so cruel that it was unbelievable.

The telephone number in the command center was one after another, and the front line called to send reinforcements and London came to inquire about the situation on the battlefield, but this did not affect General Ladenrom.

To be honest, General Ladenrom is very sure that Telrod cannot hold on, and the enemy's strength has far exceeded that of the Allies. What he can do is nothing more than do his own efforts and make himself clear in his conscience.

Others? The other generals Ladenrom had never considered it. If a bullet passed through his chest in a minute, it might be a greatest luck. He no longer had to think about anything more, nor did he think about the way the war would end in the end.

Sometimes General Ladenrom himself felt that his ideas were really ridiculous.

This time, the offensive axis of Telrod showed a completely different side. They maintained a continuous attack from the first minute of the battle and had never stopped it. It seemed that they wanted to solve the battle here in the first offense.

The pressure that General Ladanrom and his army were self-evident. During the continuous and uninterrupted attack for more than an hour, every inch of the British land was baptized by steel and blood. The earth was trembling. The sky was full of the breath of death. Countless ghosts who had lost their lives in the war were looking at their companions with grievances, as if waiting for more people to go to heaven or to hell with them.

Inch by inch of position are lost, and inch by piece of soldiers are dying. The only thing General Ladenrom can do is to put himself into this terrible melting pot. But even if this is the case, what can he change?

In the telescope, he saw two German "Leopard 7" rushing over as if no one was present. No matter what British people used, they could not stop their breakthrough. Their terrible tracks smoothed the position and crushed the soldiers in the position terriblely.

Then, a group of German troops appeared in General Ladenrom's telescope with tanks. The various weapons in their hands were spitting out flames frantically, and the strong winds of ammunition swept away countless lives. The British soldiers had done their best, but what could they do under such a crazy attack?

They were like lonely boats in the sea, thrown high into the sky with the roar of terrifying waves, and by the time they fell, they were already broken into pieces...

General Ladenrom looked blankly, and he found that his mind was blank. He was unwilling to think about anything, and he had no energy to think about anything. Death, let everyone die here. When the first minute they set foot on this battlefield began, their fate was already destined.

The general put down the telescope in his hand: "How many reserve teams do we have?"

"A regiment, general."

"Oh, is there only so much?" General Radanrom smiled bitterly. Before the time had arrived, there was only less than a regiment of troops left in his hand. The terrifying enemies, the powerful combat power they possessed, was simply terrifying: "Send them all, all."

"But that is our last strength. General, we need to stick here for ten days. This is the outer battlefield in London. If it is lost here, I can't imagine what kind of terrible results will happen."

"Ten days?" General Ladenrom's voice sounded very despised: "Let the people who made the combat plan come here in person, so that they can see who can hold on to it here for ten days. It's crazy. The people who made the combat plan are all crazy!"

General Ladenrom never had any hope for victory, and from the beginning of the battle, he knew that there was no possibility of this. London would also become the next target of the enemy.

Enemies have swarmed from all directions...

On October 16, 1966, although General Ladenrom and his troops had stubborn resistance, they were still unable to resist the enemy's breakthrough. General Ladenrom almost exhausted all his methods, but he still failed.

Axis** attacked his position, destroyed more than half of his power, and the remaining British people were forced to surrender to the enemy. Fortunately, their British identity protected them well, and perhaps they would be released in no time...

General Ladenrom was also lucky. Before the enemy attacked his headquarters, he received an order from London and left his troops. He did not die or became a prisoner of the enemy. But what could that happen? It was just a matter of time.

One day, another day, Terrod became the territory of the axis, and all the outside lines of London were lost. Now, a lonely London has been completely exposed to the enemy's muzzle.

"I have no way to stop the enemy's attack." General Ladenrom said in the Allied Command in London: "Their attack is really terrible. What I can guarantee is that my soldiers have nothing to blame, but we are not on the same level as our enemies."

President Fenton, Prime Minister Wilkins and Minister Kapanon were frightened. Although when formulating the combat plan, no one thought that General Ladenrom could last ten days in Terrod, they never expected that Terrod would be lost in one day.

What about London? Is there any hope in London?

Their eyes fell on General Gandera... But at this time, General Gandera's thoughts were exactly the same as theirs. What could he do? The enemy had seized Terrod, and they would launch a full-scale attack on London at the latest tomorrow afternoon.

A sharp alarm sounded in the sky, and those damn enemy air forces were so rampant even at night.

"I think we should be more calm at such moments..." General Gandera reluctantly cheered up his spirit: "Gentlemen, there is nothing scary. Although Telrod is lost, we still have huge power in London. Let us act and make each of us become real warriors, and miracles will only be born in the brave."

Officials of the Fenton government nodded frequently, and it seemed that they agreed with General Gandra's opinion very much, but they probably knew what their true thoughts were...

London – has become a hopeless city!

Ah, yes, President Fenton thinks this title is perfect, "a hopeless city". Continuing to persist will only make everyone buried here. Of course, he will not express his thoughts in front of General Gandra at this time. After all, if you want to leave this hopeless city, you must rely on the help of the Americans...

"General Gandra, President William's phone number."

When General Gandra heard the news, he hurried into the office that belonged only to him, carefully closed the door, and then picked up the phone: "Mr. President."

"General Gandra, tell me about the situation on the battlefield."

When President William was very familiar with the voice from the other end of the phone, General Gandra felt his voice dry: "Mr. President, the situation is not particularly optimistic. Just a few hours ago, we just lost Terrod. Now, the enemy's shells have been able to land very easily from Terrod to London."

"Where is the city? I think you should still have a very large army in the city."

"Yes, Mr. President, we still have a very large army in London," General Gandera said, "But it seems that the officers and soldiers are not very excited. Our air force, missiles, and shells are not large, and the navy cannot continue to provide us with the most direct support. If there is no miracle, I think we will probably lose this war."

"Let us act and make each of us become a real warrior. Miracles will only be born in the brave."

Just a few minutes ago, General Gandra had just said this, but that was just a talk to the British. As a soldier, General Gandra never thought that miracles could happen under such circumstances. No, maybe there was one person who could do this, but that person would never come to command the Allied forces.

"The situation may be very bad, but at such a moment I remembered a German." President William on the other end of the phone was silent. He spoke the name of the person General Gandera was thinking: "Enster Breme, we prefer to call him Baron Skeleton. General Gandera, starting from World War I. The baron always created an incredible miracle in despair. Even if Berlin is about to fall into our hands, he still succeeded magically again. The Germans can do it, and the Americans can do it."

General Gandra smiled bitterly. No one in this world can know how the Skeleton Baron did those incredible miracles... At least General Gandra himself believes that he absolutely cannot become the American Skeleton Baron...

"Be braver. Let the soldiers be braver." President William kept cheering his general: "I will continue to send you all the assistance you need. Of course, I need enough time. All you have to do is to ensure the dignity of the United States in London!"

General Gandra pursed his lips: "Mr. President, I have heard some rumors in London, and your situation seems to be the same. It's not very good."

"Don't worry about these things." President William quickly said: "Impulse is impeachment, but I am still the President of the United States. I have all the rights granted to me by the United States Constitution. Especially during wars. As long as I am still the President of the United States for a day, I will never give up."

Maybe. From the beginning of the war, President William was the most fanatical supporter...

"There's one more thing." President William's voice lowered a little: "If I'm not wrong in my judgment, the Skeleton Baron is in London now."

"What?" General Gandra was shocked, unable to believe what he had heard: "Who did you say is in London?"

"Baron Skeleton." President William aggravated his voice: "Yes, I am too familiar with this baron. When the final battle comes, the Baron Skeleton will not stay in his command center with peace of mind. He always likes to appear in the heart of the enemy on the battlefield. He has always had a famous saying, "Exchange the minimum price to win the maximum victory." General Gandra, what I must remind you is that you must pay attention to the destructive power of the Baron Skeleton, and his power alone can even surpass an entire army!"

In an instant, General Gandra remembered a man. This man called the wind and rain in London, and this man controlled everything in London, even himself. If he wanted to do something, no one could stop him.

"Ltd Colonel Moyol"! Yes, if the Skeleton Baron is really in London, then there is no doubt that he is "Ltd Colonel Moyol"!

But General Gandra would never dare to tell President William about this, because he was also threatened by the Skeleton Baron and he also did something to sell the interests of the Allied forces.

"You can't catch him." President William smiled bitterly: "Even if he appears in front of you, you can't catch him. Over the years, the Allies have made countless attempts and set up special teams to investigate him. There were several times when we almost saw hope for success, but what happened? He still managed to escape. We still don't know what method he escaped."

"Then what can I do?" General Gandra asked tentatively.

President William fell silent again, and after a long time he said, "Yes, what can you do? We know that he is by our side, but we can't do anything. Maybe our sorrow lies here. Be careful, General Gandra, I don't want to hear that my general has become a prisoner of the Skeleton Baron when he opens his eyes tomorrow."

"If that day really comes, I hope I can still maintain the pride of an American general." The word "pride" was spoken from General Gandra, and it was a kind of irony no matter how you sounded: "At least I am lucky than others, and I can finally talk to the Skeleton Baron with peace of mind."

President William smiled bitterly: "That's not a pleasant memory. Good luck, General Gandra."

"Good luck to the United States." General Gandra put down the phone.

This was a hopeless city, and General Gandra once again thought of it. Outside, there were enemies coming from all directions. In the city, there were countless British people in anger and excitement, whose anger was enough to completely submerge the city. And now, he got another news that he didn't want to hear:

The Skeleton Baron is in London!

He was completely sure what President William said, and he also knew what identity the Skeleton Baron was using, but what could that happen? In addition to himself, there must be many British and Americans who were bribed by him, conveying all the news he wanted to know.

Even, he was still firmly protecting the baron.
Chapter completed!