My Third Empire

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"The spirit of Nelson is with us!" A British official yelled in a low voice. Opposite him, more than forty British soldiers began to install bayonets on the front of the Lee Enfield rifle with the password.

"Gentlemen! It is my honor to be able to fight alongside you!" The officer smiled and pulled his bayonet from the bayonet sheath, and then mounted on his muzzle while speaking: "This is our last time Fighting together, if God bless the British Empire, then at least our descendants have a chance to fight together! "

"Long live the British Empire!" Everyone shouted in a low voice. Then with the order of the officer, the British soldiers rushed to the ruins in front.

All of them ran forward with their weapons, and could not hear other sounds in their ears, only the whispering wind. They knew what was on the opposite side waiting for themselves, but the honour buried deep in their bones did not allow them to retreat. step.

It's been a hundred years. They have been the hegemons of this world for a full hundred years. If these men who have never bent their spine kneel down to be dogs, it might be easier to face the enemy's bullets calmly.

The ruins underneath rolled down under a powerful pedal, and made a nice clatter. A soldier stumbled a few steps because of the unevenness of his feet, but still struggling to continue to rush forward. All of them knew that crossing the ruin in front of them, the other ruin opposite was the German position, but they were still fearless, even if only one German was killed, everyone thought so.

"Boo!" There was a gunshot. Apparently it was not the guns fired by the British soldiers who had been exhausted, so the British soldiers who had just climbed to the top of the ruins, without hesitation, shouted victory triumphantly and rushed towards their intended target.

"Boo!" Another gunshot came from the opposite side. An English soldier rolled down the **** while covering his chest. The rest of the British soldiers turned a blind eye and continued to run toward the firing German with their guns.

Run, run. It seems that running is the instinct of these British soldiers. It seems that this is the only thing they want to do at this moment. These soldiers continued to move forward mechanically, ignoring their companions who fell with gunshots.

"Kill!" The British officer rushing to the front held a rifle with a bayonet, and shouted loudly while rushing down the **** of the ruins. He seemed to be venting, venting his depression and grievances these days, and venting his long-held grudges.

Another bullet flew head-on, pierced through the steel helmet on the head of a British soldier who was following the officer, and blood was sprayed like raindrops all around, but the British soldiers who had left their lives still carrying theirs The rifle ran forward, and no one stopped to glance at the comrades who were destined to stand up again.

"Kill!" Everyone shouted, they no longer have the possibility of sneak attacks, so they no longer deliberately lowered their voices, their throats looked hoarse because of lack of water, but the remaining thirty people shouted Their voices still seem to shake the mountain. They have integrated their love for this country into this roar, as if only this one shouted through the clouds to prove their loyalty.

"Boo! Boo!" The gunfire across the German army became more and more dense, and several British soldiers were just shot and fell on the road where they charged. The soldiers who were shot were very silent, they did not make a trace The sound fell to the ground, and the cry of fear distracted the attention of his comrades.

Soon, they rushed down the **** and began to rush towards the top of the ruins with Germans. Because it was an attack, their speed of charge quickly slowed down, but these British soldiers still carried their guns and approached the German position step by step.

"Suddenly! Suddenly!" The German G42 machine gun roared, making a unique noise like tearing the linen. "Accado's Saw" was well-deserved, and instantly a British soldier was cast into a sieve.

As the machine gun oscillated laterally, the tracer also drew a straight beam of light during the day and passed through the bodies of the British soldiers. British soldiers were hit by bullets one after another. They twisted and planted to the ground, and then rolled down the ruins because of the weight, leaving a long blood stain, which looked very eye-catching.

"Long live the British Empire ... The king ..." The head of the British government may have seen the bullet sweeping towards him, so he shouted a slogan loudly, but he was obviously still slower, just a few words He was shot through the chest by bullets, and he dangled twice, supporting his body with a rifle.

He knew that if he fell like this, he would roll down like a stone, so that he could not see his soldiers rushing to the German position, so he could not watch his soldiers kill the Germans. So he insisted, hoping to see the moment when British soldiers jumped into the German trenches.

The machine gun was like cutting wheat, knocking a row of British soldiers to the ground. Soon, such a blast began again from the other side. At first, the German machine gunner fired from left to right. Now he adjusted it and started from the right. Swing the muzzle of the machine gun to the left.

Since machine guns began to appear on the battlefield, intensive charging has become a wasteful force and useless behavior. In the face of the fire net formed by machine gun bullets, human courage has become worthless ... Well, in fact, this The sentence is indeed a bit exaggerated, because it is worth the price of at least one bullet.

After two rounds of shooting, there were very few British soldiers rushing to the Germans. The remaining few soldiers obviously did not have to waste machine gun fire power, but just handed over to other soldiers. So the German machine gun stopped attacking and gave the remaining credit to the other friendly forces.

"Boo!" There was another shot, and a German soldier carrying a g43 semi-automatic rifle was slightly nervous because he was on the battlefield for the first time, and missed the bullet. After he re-targeted, he hesitated a little, and then pulled his trigger.

"Boo!" This time he hit his target. The bullet hit the British soldier. He even saw the hole penetrated by the bullet and the blood flower blooming. He swallowed a spit and carried his rifle for a long time without moving his body.

More than forty British soldiers launched a charge. At this time, only one British is still holding a rifle and wants to climb to the rubble. He stumbled a little, because he was running and he seemed to be breathless. But he still didn't betray his oath when he set off, still insisting on advancing towards his goal.

In any case, an enemy must be killed. There are more than forty people when we set off together. So many people cannot die in vain. In any case, we must kill a German to avenge the hatred of so many dead comrades! He kept admonishing himself in his heart, and then carried on the rifle with difficulty.

Drive away the invaders! Defend your hometown! He shouted loudly in his mind. He didn't know why the Germans came to invade Britain from afar, and why the government was still reluctant to surrender London as a ruin, but he only knew he had vowed to defend the territory to the end of life.

In any case, the oath is the oath after all? Therefore, he felt that he should not retreat. He should tell the Germans on the opposite side with his actual actions that the British are not cowards! He stumbled under his feet and stepped on a crushed stone. He felt a sprained one of his feet.

Limp, he struggled to stand up and saw him directly in front of him, a German officer was firing a gun at him. It was an mp-44 assault rifle. My brother died under the muzzle of this gun. Many comrades wanted to get this rifle, because in city street fighting, this weapon is really It's easy to use.

The muzzle is black and looks scary. The British soldier is still staggering, he is only a few meters away from the other party, as long as he works hard, he can insert his bayonet into the chest of this German officer ... he is an officer, presumably If it can succeed, are those dead comrades worth it?

"Suddenly!" With two consecutive gunshots, the British soldier felt two punches in his chest. The tremendous force made him stop moving forward, and the feeling of turning around in the air struck him, making him take two steps back involuntarily.

No, I promised the company commander when I set off, and I will not take a step back when I die! It ’s not dead yet, so he went on to say ... The company commander wo n’t blame himself? Can you still go to heaven?

He struggled and took another two steps forward, then raised his head vigorously and looked at the expressionless German officer opposite.

He smiled and smiled regardless of the blood in his mouth, so he would not recede? He reached out his hand and looked forward, as if to grab the German officer who was close by, but he found his efforts were completely futile, even if the other party asked him to grab the collar, he also There is no energy to stab the bayonet into the other person's body.

"Victory!" One second before the darkness struck, he shouted the word very frankly. He longed for victory, eager for his blood to bring the victory he deserves for his motherland. Soon he lost all consciousness and gradually his cold body fell on the ruins.

The German officer carried his weapon, crossed the corpse closest to the top of the slope, and walked to the body of the British official who was still unwilling to fall with his gun, and reached out his hand, without a trace of pity. The body of the soul is pushed down. Watching the body roll to the foot of the ruins.