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On October 8, 1966, the Axis Army began to increase its supply, and tons of steel hit London wildly. The whole of London was burning in the war. On this day, Elizabeth II published another letter to the British people:

"We are suffering before victory, and this is what we must endure in order to win... The subjects of England, hold on, whenever the dawn comes, it will always be the darkest. I see our houses burning, I see our land burning, but I also see the goddess of victory smiling at us. I love this country, I love this country more than anyone else, but for victory I will not hesitate to do anything to burn Buckingham Palace in the fire of war... Destruction, we can rebuild it as long as we have such faith... The subjects of England, I beg you to show you all your determination and faith...."

Her Majesty's declaration reached the ears of every British who were fighting hard. Yes, the whole of London is suffering from great damage now, but what? Compared to victory, these can be endured with one's most determined determination. The ruined home can also be rebuilt!

After reading the last word of the letter to the British people, Elizabeth II felt that his heart was so heavy.

"I don't think I am a competent queen..." Elizabeth II sighed softly: "Compared with the great Queen Victoria, I feel that I am very failed. The monarch of a country should not have caused his capital to suffer such a terrible thing."

"No. It seems to me to be the idea." Adolf Hitler, the head of the German Empire, said: "You led the British people to victory, you took back what you own. If you can't even call it great, then I really can't think of anything else that is great. Her Majesty the Queen, as you said, the destroyed home can be rebuilt sooner or later. I have experienced three world wars, the first time, my country failed. The German people fell into deep pain. However, we completed the reconstruction in our own unique way. The second time, we won, but we were probably blinded by victory, and the country I loved was almost destroyed."

He took a deep breath when he said this: "Berlin almost fell into the hands of the enemy. I can't imagine what it would be if it was true. But fortunately we did not encounter such a nightmare. We succeeded, right? When the war is over, Berlin will complete reconstruction with London, and we will work together to dominate the entire Europe. Germany and Britain! I promise!"

"What do you think about the French and Italians?" Elizabeth II couldn't help laughing: "I think they'll probably protest."

Hitler also smiled. The Queen probably hadn't understood what she meant yet, but she would soon understand all of this.

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This is the suffering that the British people must endure, no matter what the price they have to pay!

War can bring peace, but war brings more damage - endless destruction. Houses are burning. The hearts of every British are also burning. They can only watch their homes burned and their own losses.

But Elizabeth II's words greatly inspired their determination to endure and fight to the end. As long as they can usher in light, what are the darkness before dawn?

Therefore, in the fire of the whole sky, their determination to resist was not weakened at all, but was enhanced to the maximum extent. Everyone threw all unrealistic fantasies behind their heads. The only thing they thought in their hearts was fighting, fighting, and never-stop fighting!

Someone fell down. They could no longer see the moment when victory came. Soon, someone took over the place they left and devoted their lives to it in the fire of a thousand heavens.

On October 19, the vanguard of the Axis Army attacked London, which meant that the Fenton government and General Gandra had only two last choices: to launch street fighting or surrender.

The latter result was something that the highest levels of the Fenton government did not want to see. From the moment they betrayed Her Majesty the Queen, they had no way back. No one could forgive them, and many times they even felt vaguely unable to forgive themselves.

Orders were issued from President Fenton's office, and until now, he was still asking his troops to continue fighting to the end.

General Gandra rejected the request for takeoff again an hour ago, and his answer was exactly the same. Under the current circumstances, it was not much different from suicide by rashly starting the plane to transport President Fenton and others to escape from the city.

Well, since that's the case, what else can they say?

Prime Minister Wilkins also had the same idea. He was more afraid of failure than President Fenton. Many things, such as the operation of the entire government, were handled by him. If he was to go to court in the future, he might even be the first person to be tried.

Minister Kapanon's concerns were not as strong as Fenton and Wilkins. No matter what, he was just a soldier. He could defend himself. Everything he did was obeying the government's orders, which was absolutely nothing to a soldier.

The entire presidential palace has now become a fortress, with countless tanks and machine guns placed around. No one can know when the enemy will appear in front of him. If the gunfire in London has not stopped, then for them, they will only have to fight until the last minute and a second.

On the morning of the 19th, another government army surrendered. Not everyone was thinking about resisting to the end like Fenton or Wilkins. Many of them were still young and had plenty of days to live, so why should they ruin their lives when they were doomed to fail?

9::00. The General Command of the Axis Army issued an ultimatum to all the Allies who were still resisting, and before 12:00 on October 20, 1966, the Allies must surrender unconditionally. They will ensure the safety of the lives of the surrendered and ensure that they will comply with international conventions. If the battle in London was not over before the incident, the Axis Army will have to take all necessary measures to annihilate all enemies that are still resisting.

9:10, all senior officers, including Erwin Rommel, commander-in-chief of the Axis Army, gathered neatly in their temporary command. When the familiar figure appeared, each officer raised his hand and made a loud call:

"Long live—Enster!"

Ernst Alexand von Breme!

Now there is no need to worry about anything. Victory is tightly held in the hands of the Axis powers. All they have to do is wait for tomorrow to come.

"Enster, we have three troops entered London and have controlled some important facilities." Rommel did not say much nonsense and quickly introduced to Marshal Ernster: "At the same time, we have already clarified the location of the enemy's headquarters. The SS Skeleton Division is heading towards the place. It's just that the entire London is currently being damaged quite seriously," he said.

"I know." Wang Weiyi nodded: "Half of London was destroyed in the artillery fire. Erwin, forget about this, the only thing we have to consider now is victory. Duke Stephen, how is your situation there?"

"The underground resistance and the British who participated in the uprising all joined the ranks of welcoming the Axis Army..." Duke Stephen was obviously very satisfied with his efficiency: "There was news from Reims that the enemy commander of Coventry had ordered the surrender. We actually had completely controlled Coventry. The situation in other cities in Britain was mostly the case, and the only one who was still fighting fiercely was London."

Sir Monlington came to the map: "Everyone, this is the so-called Presidential Palace established by Fenton. It's pretty good. He has not been arrogant enough to set up his Presidential Palace in Buckingham Palace. There are about two divisions of troops gathered here. It has a large number of tanks and cannons, and the fortifications are quite strong. If you attack strongly, I am not worried about whether we can succeed, but that it will continue to cause harm to London. Mr. Baron, do we have any other ways?"

"I will do my best." Wang Weiyi said in a pondering voice: "I will order the Air Force to stop bombing. While the ground forces advance, I will also send a large number of special commandos. Sir Monlington, we will do our best, but whether we can win at the fastest time is not up to us."

Several British people nodded together. Why do those who are still fighting stubbornly still not able to see the situation of the war? Do they think there will be another miracle? Do they really have to completely destroy London to be satisfied?

"Enster, General Gandera and his command are here, the largest base of the US military stationed in London." Rommel pointed on the map: "I think I can consider persuading him to surrender."

This is the job that Marshal Ernst Breme is best at, but what he didn't expect was that Wang Weiyi smiled: "Why should we persuade the surrender? Erwin, I am not a militant, but for a person like Gandra, you must make his own choice, and I won't even give him a call. During these days in London, General Gandra has had too much contact with General Gandra. He is afraid to see me and hear my voice, but now he is extremely hopeful to hear what I say to him on the phone."

Speaking of this, his smile became even brighter: "But I just didn't give him a call. I would let him wait, wait in the torment, and then, he would make the choice he should make."

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In fact, Wang Weiyi knew very well what kind of personality General Gandra was. When necessary, he would sacrifice himself to fulfill the final honor of a soldier. However, he would never joke about the lives of his soldiers. When the war reached the last moment and everything could not be saved, he could make the most correct choice. ． ． ． ． ．

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Allied command center in London.

The sound of cannons became strangely sparse, and even the planes that had been raging in the sky disappeared. A terrible calm appeared on the battlefield. Perhaps those Axis powers were waiting for the arrival of the ultimatum moment.

More than an hour ago, the enemy had been found near the military base, but the enemies did not intend to attack here immediately. The only thing they did was to closely monitor the place.

General Gandra put down his telescope, poured himself a glass of wine, and then looked at Brigadier General Hirok, who had just arrived at the position for a short time: "Mr. Chief of Staff, it's a pity that you have been in this position for less than a month. But you have to see all this."

Shirok shrugged: "Yes, all the ideas about the romance of war are completely shattered here... General, when I left the United States to take office, I still had fantasies. I thought maybe we could create miracles together, but the cold reality is always so cruel. The powerful Allies were completely knocked down, and we lost all the advantages we once had. What I am thinking about now is. In what way will we end the war decently?"

"Decent?" General Gandra sneered: "Are we still considering whether we are decent at this time? The only decent thing is that we will not be humiliated when we are in the prisoner-of-war camp. Ah, Mr. Chief of Staff, if you want to leave, I can arrange the plane immediately."

Shilok was a little surprised: "Airplane? Didn't you say that the plane can no longer take off?"

"This is for the British." General Gandra glanced at the phone on the table: "We have fallen to the point where we are today, in large part because of the British. When they destroyed this place so thoroughly, would they want to leave? No, I will not let them go to the United States, nor will they cause damage to the United States."

Shirok understood what the general meant: "General, I will not leave. The soldiers can escape, but as commanders, you must not leave your command position until the last moment. We are not qualified commanders, but I hope we can become qualified soldiers."

General Gandra nodded at him with gratitude.

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Yes, they cannot become qualified commanders, but at least they can become qualified soldiers. Thinking of this, General Gandra couldn't help but look at the phone on the table again.

"Whose call are you waiting for?" Hirok was a little curious.

General Gandra put down the wine glass in his hand: "Mr. Chief of Staff, we are ready to be either beaten to death or surrender. But what about the soldiers? They are innocent. Did they also sacrifice in vain when there was no hope in the war?"

Shilok was silent and hungry, which was exactly what he had been worried about.

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The soldiers have done their best, and even in such a harsh situation, they are still faithfully executing their orders, even if they may die anytime and anywhere.

General Gandra's meaning was obvious, but why didn't he give that order?

"It's been a long time since the enemy issued an ultimatum." General Gandra sighed deeply: "Actually, I'm ready to surrender. Nothing is more precious than life. But I still hope to maintain the last glimmer of honor as an American soldier. I hope the phone will ring at this moment, and the voice of the enemy commander on the other end, so that we can give ourselves and to all the American soldiers here who are still fighting."

That "Lieutenant Colonel Moyol" should be called Baron Alexander. Since he entered London, he has always appeared around him like a ghost from time to time. But when he needs to hear his voice the most, why does he seem to be missing?

Assuming that he could call at this time, at least he would have the capital to bargain with him, and at least he could still win the greatest benefits for the US military after surrender. However, the phone did not ring, and Baron Alexon once again adopted a method that made him confused.

Perhaps, the Baron had guessed what he was thinking.

"Or, we can call them." Hirok said after a moment of silence: "We can discuss with their surrender carefully with their surrender. I don't think they will be willing to inflict greater casualties on their soldiers when victory is already in control."

General Gandra did not speak, and there was still a last slight fantasy in his heart. Yes, the phone will definitely ring in the next minute. The other party knows how to do it, and must not completely put his destiny in the last moment.

But as time passed by minute by minute, the phone seemed to be completely broken, there was no sound at all. However, on the hungry battlefield outside, it became even quieter, so quiet that it made people feel scared. General Gandra could even hear his heartbeat.

Waiting, everyone is waiting, everyone is competing for each other's patience. But the serious disadvantage for General Gandra is that the time to leave the enemy's ultimatum is getting closer and closer.

The enemy can consume time sufficiently, but he absolutely cannot!

"He won again, right?" Finally, General Gandra broke the silence: "Yes, he defeated me again."
Chapter completed!