"In this last moment of my life, I pleaded with God to save the British Empire, begged Him to forgive me for my past sins, and I was by no means a traitor. William. Edmund. Ironside. By the dim light of the old-fashioned electric lamp on the top of the utility room, Field Marshal Ironside wrote his will in his little notebook, knowing that the planners of the mutiny would not let him go, and that he knew too many secrets to be doomed.

At this moment, there was a sound of neat footsteps outside the door, slowly approaching along the corridor, and finally stopped at the door of this small room.

"It's finally here." Ironside stood up, threw away his pencil and tucked the notebook into the back pocket of his trousers.

The lock sounded, the gate was opened, and an officer of the Guards Regiment in a field uniform stood outside.

"Ironside, come out." The lieutenant commanded loudly.

The field marshal pulled the hem of his uniform, and he strode out of the room with his head held high.

"I have brought with me an order from the War Cabinet, and your treason has been confirmed, and in accordance with the authority given to you by His Majesty the King, the War Cabinet has decided to deprive you of your military rank and all honors." The second lieutenant tilted his head, and the two soldiers stepped forward and began to disassemble the medal watch on the marshal's uniform and the rank insignia.

"You have no right to convict me without a court trial." Although Ironside expected to be humiliated, he didn't expect the other party to do such a desperate thing.

Ironside stood in the hallway, letting the soldiers rudely tear off his pair of generals' badges, he didn't choose to resist, he was sixty years old, and facing a strong group of Guards soldiers could do nothing but bring more shame.

"You stupid traitor, it's time for you to pay for your crimes, if you want to be decent. Then come with us. The second lieutenant of the Guards turned around and made way for Ironside.

"Both you and your master will pay for what you have done today, remember what I said." Ironside brushed his hair from the mess of his hat, glanced coldly at the lieutenant, and then followed the soldiers leading the way towards the end of the hallway.

Through the intricate passageways, Ironside was ushered into a small garden set in a patio surrounded by towering buildings and walls.

"I've been here, and I can see St. James's Park from that upstairs." Ironside looked around. It feels like a good environment, and it's a good place to finish.

The field marshal found himself not alone, and across the porch was a tall, smooth wall, under which quite a few people were now standing. He could recognize most of the faces, most of them were companions involved in the tandem, the Chief of the Army Staff, and the naval liaison officer of the wartime Cabinet, and to Ironside's surprise, there was a German lieutenant colonel among them.

The German officer was clearly aware of his situation. He stood alone with his head held high, his hands cuffed behind his back, but he remained in a tall military posture, and his chin was held high. His eyes stared at the row of heavily loaded Guards soldiers across from under the brim of his hats, his expression full of contempt for the enemy in front of him.

"Walk over there, stand against the wall, you old dog!" The second lieutenant of the Guards gave Ironside a hard shove. He was so hard that the field marshal staggered forward a few steps in quick succession and almost fell.

Ironside finally stood still, and he turned his face to look at the swaggering ensign. With a hint of pity in his eyes, this stupid ensign didn't know that he was actually a pawn abandoned by his master, and he even thought that he had been reused by his master and was complacent, Ironside knew the tricks too well, this kind of brainless fool was the most suitable to use to die.

The field marshal shook his head, straightened his collar and hem, and strode to the wall. Ironside turned to stand beside the German lieutenant colonel, and nodded back to the German.

"I've seen your picture, Marshal Ironside, are these people crazy? Even you are going to be executed. Neendorff turned his face to look at the British Field Marshal beside him.

"You speak good English, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel. But don't be too surprised, it's normal, and in the British Empire, weirder things than this can happen. Ironside felt that in the presence of a German, it was necessary to maintain the demeanor and decency of a British officer.

"Neendorf, Your Excellency the Field Marshal, Lieutenant Colonel of the German Army, I don't think this is normal at all, I'm a military envoy."

"Okay, I'll take my words back, these guys are really crazy." Ironside kept his mouth shut, he was already desperate for Prince Henry's IQ, did that guy still think it was the Middle Ages, and he still wanted to be a king like this.

"In accordance with the authority conferred by His Majesty the King, His Excellency the Prime Minister has signed a death order against you, and this is the letter of order." The second lieutenant stood in front of the firing squad with a piece of paper in his hand, and at this time there was a series of loud explosions in the distance, and the second lieutenant looked around in a panic, and after finding that there was nothing unusual around, he cleared his throat in embarrassment, folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into the pocket of his uniform.

"It looks like it's in the direction of Halifax Place." Estimating the direction and distance of the explosion, Ironside whispered to the German officer.

"That should be the 7th Panzer Division, and our men have clearly broken through the line." Neendorf replied in a low voice.

"It's a pity that they came too late and couldn't catch up." Ironside shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you need to be blindfolded?" The second lieutenant asked, but no one spoke to him.

"You're all self-righteous tough guys, and that's good." The second lieutenant of the Guards Regiment walked to the side of the firing squad and drew his rifle from the holster at his waist.

"Attention all!" He commanded loudly.

There were two squads of Guards soldiers present, and all but two of them stood guard at the door, and the remaining eighteen were all executors. The Guards soldiers looked like they were on this mission for the first time, and their movements were a little stiff and their expressions were very nervous.

Hearing the second lieutenant's command, everyone involuntarily shook their heads, and then reflexively straightened their chests. Looking at the trembling looks of the soldiers, Ironside couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

"All! Armed! "The soldiers held their rifles diagonally in their hands and crossed their chests.

"All! Aim! The lieutenant then shouted.

The soldiers flat-ended their rifles and aimed at targets under the wall. The lieutenant paused, and he glanced at the once high-ranking men in front of him, wanting to see fear and pleading and despair on their faces, which would make him feel more pleasant.

It's a pity. All he received was contempt and a faint look of mockery. Born in the low-level commoners, he really underestimated the people on the other side, most of them were educated by the elite since childhood, and they may grovel for profit when they are alive, but when they face death, no one can stop them from showing their last self-esteem.

"All! ......" the lieutenant shouted in a long voice, and just as he was about to utter the next word, a loud roar rang out from the door. "No fire! Stop it all! ”

The lieutenant was taken aback, and he quickly turned his head to look.

"Stop the execution, it's Prince Henry's order!" I saw a British major standing at the garden gate and shouting.

Two lieutenants stepped forward and pushed away the Guards soldiers who were blocking the doorway. Then the Major strode over the threshold and into the small garden.

"You're in charge here?" The major walked up to the lieutenant, glanced at the prisoner standing by the wall, and then turned his face to ask.

"Who are you?" The second lieutenant looked at the dignified-looking young major in front of him with a puzzled expression, he had never seen this person in front of him before in his memory.

"Introduce myself, I'm Major Frank of the 2nd Scottish Brigade, and now I'll take over these people, and you can go back to your post, second lieutenant." Major Frank looked at the Guards officer in front of him with a proud expression, and he didn't even bother to ask for the other man's name.

"These men were executed by order of your excellency during the war. What about the order of Prince Henry, which you are talking about, I want to see the written order. The second lieutenant of the Guards looked at Major Frank's armband, and then asked loudly, not because of how much diligence he had. It's just the kind of little temper that throws away a toy. Because he also knows that the person who can enter here through the heavy guards outside is certainly not a simple role, and must have something to rely on.

At this time, the soldiers brought by the major also entered the garden one after another, and there were almost thirty people. All armed and murderous.

"You want to see the warrant? Very well, Captain Maiko, show this ensign His Highness's warrant. Frank said to a tall captain standing beside him.

"Warrant?" The captain was stunned for a moment.

"It's the one I gave you before I went out." Frank paced impatiently to the side.

"Oh. I know. Captain Maiko fumbled in his breast pocket for a long time, took out a piece of paper, hesitated for a moment, and after seeing Frank's affirmative look, reached out and handed it to the British second lieutenant in front of him.

"Why is it so crumpled...... Wait a minute...... You're getting it wrong. The second lieutenant saw a piece of paper full of numbers, and he looked up at Maiko in confusion.

"That's right, that's the warrant." At this moment, Major Frank replied with mockery behind him, and before the second lieutenant of the Guards could react, a loud bang sounded in his ears, and the last thing he felt was the endless darkness rushing towards him.

At the same time, the soldiers, who had already taken up positions in the perimeter, raised their weapons and began to shoot at the soldiers of the Guards Regiment in the garden, and the battle began to end abruptly, and in a matter of seconds, the bodies of the Guards soldiers lay on the ground, each of them at least three shots.

When the shots rang out, the crowd waiting to be executed at the wall could not help but exclaim, but by the time they realized that it was a fire, the battle was over, the garden was littered with the broken corpses of soldiers, puffs of pale blue smoke wafted from the trees, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of gunsmoke.

"Oh my God! This guy's brains almost splashed on my uniform. Captain Maiko raised his foot and kicked the body of the second lieutenant of the Guards on the ground, he was shot in the back of the head, his skull was torn open, and a piece of scalp with brown hair rolled and drooped on the back of his neck.

"Do you like the uniform? Mr. Lieutenant Colonel. Frank inserted an artillery type Ruger back into his holster.

"Of course, I also want to keep it as a souvenir." Lieutenant Colonel Maiko bent down and snapped the second lieutenant's finger to retrieve the crumpled piece of paper.

"What did your wife say in the telegram? Lieutenant Colonel. Sergeant Wolfe, carrying a Bren machine gun, asked.

"This is my personal matter, don't try to get half a word out of me."

By this time, Frank had already walked up to Ironside, and he saluted Neendorf beside him.

"Frank. Captain Kaoririch, the special operations team of the Intelligence Directorate of the High Command, you are frightened by Lieutenant Colonel Nehendorf. ”

"Thank you very much, I've heard of you guys for a long time and never expected to meet in this way." Neendorf solemnly returned the favor and expressed his gratitude.

"Field Marshal Ironside, I'm Frank. Captain Kaoririch, I know you have a lot of questions right now, but I can't answer them right now, it's still dangerous, and we have to move as soon as possible. ”

At this moment, a crisp gunshot suddenly sounded in the garden, and Kaoririch quickly looked back, only to see a soldier holding a pistol with an innocent face.

"This guy has a breath ahead of him."

"Next time with a knife, you idiot!" Wolf stepped forward and patted the soldier on the back of the head.

Asking for a monthly pass, asking for a recommendation ticket, the ranking has fallen a lot, and I am a little frustrated.

Thank you all for your support. (To be continued.) )