London's underground is a vast system of tunnels so intricately intricate that maintenance crews have discovered tunnels and tunnels that never appear on government records in the 21st century. The English had long been in the habit of digging cellars and tunnels, which the lords and magnates used to hide from the Vikings.

The city's underground system has been around since the city was built, and as the city has grown, tunnels and passages have been built for a variety of purposes, including a huge tunnel directly under Buckingham Palace for underground rivers to pass through.

When the Germans entered the city of London, they did not touch the vast labyrinth at first, and the officers specifically warned their soldiers not to enter the tunnels without receiving a clear order.

The Germans only had some scattered information about what was going on, and the Eye of Odin finally encountered a situation that even they felt powerless, because even the British themselves could not figure it out, and the Germans were of course even more confused. However, when the situation in the city of London was decided, the Germans began to tentatively enter these tunnels to conduct small-scale searches and clearances, limited to the relatively well-equipped underground and civil defense systems, and for the time being they did not dare to enter the more complex sewers.

After the announcement of the British king's edict of defeat, the German army reached a series of agreements and deals with the British government, including a memorandum on the removal of hidden dangers underground, the content of which was very clear and clear, for the sake of urban security and social order, the German army and the corresponding British government agencies will carry out a month-long clean-up of London's underground system.

In addition to surveying and documenting and drawing up a detailed map, the operation will be under the unified command and management of a joint German and British operations office. The memorandum concludes by adding that in the event of unforeseen circumstances during operations, the operatives may use appropriate force. But those who are knowledgeable can see that there is no indication of what constitutes an accident, and there is no indication of what kind of force is appropriate. Actually, it's not the most interesting thing. Rather, it was the British Provisional Cabinet, not the German occupiers, who first proposed and drafted the memorandum.

So while Xu Jun was gathering with a group of British politicians in the Biggin Hill base, bloody battles were unfolding in London's underground labyrinth.

"We can go this way, I know there's a branch line that goes straight to Hewardstone Road." Disley from Dagenham put his hands on his knees and gasped, he was a clever young man, a native of London, his father was an unknown sailor, and his mother was a warbler in the docks, he had been eating on the ground in the East End since he was five years old, and by the age of sixteen he had become a famous pickpocket master in his gang, and it was said that he could even steal a watch from someone's wrist in a second of shaking hands.

"I can't run. I felt like I was going to die. The tall Woody was panting like a greyhound that had just finished a lap in the greyhound, and he was holding on to the wall and trying to suck the moldy and stale air into his lungs, and the severe lack of oxygen made him feel dizzy in his brain, and his stomach was churning after not eating for a day.

"They know the trail we know, and don't forget who is leading the way." Edwood leaned his back against the inner wall of the tunnel and pressed his waist fork hard, and he felt the stinging pain there as if someone was stirring it with a knife because of the intensity of the run.

"No, I have to stop and rest. Even if they catch up and beat me to death now, I will never run again. Woody finally caught his breath, and after saying this, he began to retch, leaning against the wall.

"Then rest for a while, I think we should have thrown them away. It shouldn't catch up anytime soon. Ed Wood sat down against the wall of the cave, not caring about the dirt on the wall staining his beloved suit, and he shone his flashlight at both ends of the tunnel, and then found what he was looking for. A bronze plaque for maintenance with the official code of the tunnel.

"Our location should be below Dunston Road if we go further east. I knew there was a tunnel there that no one had ever entered, and we could hide there for a while. Edwood put the flashlight on the ground, then pulled a revolver out of his pocket, opened the nest to check it, then pressed the debomb lever, and the empty cartridge casings first clanged down the concrete walkway by the cave wall, and then rolled into the drain in the middle of the sewer.

"I have nineteen bullets left." Edwood calmly filled the nest with bullet after bullet.

"I still have six rounds." Woody removed the Browning magazine in his hand and checked the amount of ammunition remaining.

"I've lost my gun, but I have this." Disley pulled a slender knife from his bosom, and he brushed a few strokes, the slender blades flying between his nimble blades, as if it were a living thing.

"We can't stop those guys, especially the German soldiers, and we can't be the opponent of the army at all." Woody sat down against the wall as well, looking at his best friend.

"There's no way they're going to let us live, you should understand that it's all about silence, they're afraid we're going to make all those ugly things public, these bastards are no different from Churchill." Edwood closed the nest and placed the pistol on the ground at hand.

"Big man, don't think too much, they won't accept your surrender, have you forgotten that you killed at least five or six of them just now." Disley leaned against the wall with his shoulders on his shoulders, and he looked at his frustrated companion with a sneer on his lips.

"What the English Liberation Army, we are just a bunch of poor worms who are being used by others, and are stupid enough to believe those capitalists and politicians, who are inherently enemies of our people." Ed Wood tucked the pistol into his arms and picked up the flashlight on the ground and stood up.

"I feel that they are catching up, it's not far from us, we have to go right away."

"No, I really can't run, you guys go, I'll stay, maybe I can resist them for a while." Woody replied weakly as he sat still.

"We've lost a dozen of our companions. I'm not going to give up on anyone anymore, hold on a little longer Woody, you're the toughest guy among us, and we'll be to safety in hiding in no time. Ed Wood stepped over the drain and tugged Woody's arm.

"I just can't run anymore, I'm fed up with all this, didn't we make a deal with the Germans? Didn't we also save two German pilots? And one of them is a lieutenant colonel, right, if we mention this to the Germans, shouldn't they thank us? Why is it like this, Ed Wood. Maybe we should have a good talk with those people. Woody broke free of Edwood's tug, and he questioned his companion loudly.

"Because it is not the Germans who are going to kill us, but our compatriots. They were simply using us as a means of countering Churchill and as a bargaining chip with the Germans, and now that the war is over, we have lost our use and are seen by them as a hidden danger, and we know too much of the dirty dealings they collude with. These people are not revolutionaries who pursue equality and democracy at all, they are just capitalists and politicians in the garb of revolution. It's ridiculous that we still believe the lies of these people. How could they possibly tolerate the existence of an organization whose goal is to overthrow this rotten system. Ed Wood said as he crouched beside Woody and put his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"I don't understand what you're talking about politically, and I don't care about emancipation, class, or ism, I just want to avenge my friend who died at the hands of Churchill's lackeys. Edel. You've been smarter than me since you were a kid, and you've had more ideas than me, so I've always trusted you and treated you as my best friend. You are different from me. You should get out of here and tell the people outside what you just said. Don't let our fellow soldiers die in vain. Don't say more, friend, I'll stay and stop those bastards, and you and Disley should be able to get out. Woodcock sat up on one leg and pulled a flashlight out of his pocket and placed it in Ed Wood's hand.

"No, you have to come with us." Ed Wood tugged his tall friend.

"There's no time, I hear the other party's footsteps, they're coming, you guys go, Disley, take him away." Woody drew his pistol and pointed it at the entrance at one end of the tunnel, where he could already see the bright light reflected off the wall of the tunnel by the flashlight.

"Woody, you're the biggest I know." Ed Wood pulled a pistol from his bosom and then a handful of bullets from his pocket.

"That's all I can leave you, and I'll miss you, my brother." Ed Wood placed the gun and bullets beside Woody.

"Get out of here, don't let them catch you, Edle." Woody didn't look back, he raised his hand and shook it to say goodbye to his friend.

"Good luck, friend." Disley patted Woody on the shoulder, then dragged Ed Wood towards the other end of the tunnel.

"Alright, you filthy bastards, come and taste the power of Master Woody." The Austrian man leveled his pistol in the dark, and when the first flashlight appeared in the tunnel, he did not hesitate to shoot at the position of the beam.

The gunfire was particularly loud in the tunnel, and the bright muzzle flame illuminated the cave wall, and at the same time stabbed the shooter's eyes, Woody only fired two shots, and his eyes could no longer see the target on the opposite side, he could only blindly shoot at the opposite side until he missed Browning's magazine.

"Hell, hell!" Woody couldn't see anything anymore, and he hurriedly groped around the ground, looking for the pistol that Ed Wood had left for him. Then he felt his fingers touch something, but it was pushed out by his hand because he was pushing it too hard.

"Oh, don't do that." Woody fell to his knees and groped desperately as the pursuers at the other end of the tunnel returned fire, and a deafening sound of gunfire echoed throughout the tunnel.

Woody finally figured out the military wheel, but before he could lift the muzzle, a 7.9mm rifle bullet pierced his chest. The bullet entered from the front of Woody's right chest, instantly shattering a rib, and the unbalanced bullet began to roll wildly in the body, causing terrible damage to the man's internal organs along the way, the huge torque tore the bullet, the warhead shell and core split into several pieces, and after running out of kinetic energy in the human body, it stayed in the musculature of the back.

The big Austrian man lost all his strength the moment he was shot, and before he even realized what was happening, he collapsed and fell into the drainage ditch next to him. Perhaps the effect of the cold sewage, he quickly regained consciousness, and he sat up, coughing vigorously, splattering bloody sewage from his mouth and nose.

His vision had regained at the moment, as he felt the pillar of snow shining on his face. Woody sat in the canal coughing vigorously and waved his hand at the other party, he was really scared at this time, he wanted to tell the other party that he had helped a German pilot, if not get away with it, at least he should have been spared.

But before he could say a word, a big foot with a steel boot stepped on his chest, and he was trampled into the sewer, Woody was still struggling at first, but as a large amount of sewage poured into his body from his mouth and lungs, the big man quickly lost the strength to move, and then he felt several sharp stabs between his chest and abdomen, and he could clearly feel the cold liquid flowing into his body along the opening in the abdominal cavity, taking away the last trace of heat from this strong body.

Eventually, after a few tiny bubbles popping up on the water, the LLA fighter, Woodcock, died.

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