The morning sun shines obliquely on the steel turret of Tank No. 3 through the gaps between the buildings. Taking a deep breath of moist and cool air, Ensign Richter pulled a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped his hands wet with dew after stroking the armor plates.

"Tanks! Advance! Tucking the handkerchief into the pocket of the black armourer's jacket, the armoured company commander raised his right arm high and swung it forward.

At the same moment, the commanders of the Cyprus Corps scattered on the outskirts of the city were giving the same order to attack, and the German Führer's three-headed dog of hell bared its sharp claws and began to advance towards the lair of the sworn enemy.

"Don't take the words of the British, they dare to deceive even their own king. Anyway, I wouldn't believe in pie in the sky. Ensign Richter held the machine gun rail of the commander's conning tower and talked to his platoon commander over the radio.

As the only remaining lightly armored company in the 25th Regiment, Richter was placed at the tip of the spear of the entire Panzer Division, and their mission was to support the armored vehicles of the 37th Panzer Reconnaissance Battalion. The two six-wheeled armored reconnaissance vehicles of the 37th Armored Reconnaissance Battalion ran happily at the front of the convoy, and this kind of six-wheeled heavy armored vehicles performed very well in urban combat, because this kind of vehicle has a set of operating systems in the front and rear directions, and there is no need to turn around at all when it needs to retreat in a narrow space. After entering the city, the British officer who led the way was very conscientious, and the road he chose was solid and wide, which was very suitable for the passage of armored vehicles such as tanks.

Overall, the Cypriot units got off to a very good start and generally went smoothly without encountering strong resistance from the British. The elaborate advance plan of the army group command had been overturned by the formulators themselves, and Bock and Rundstead could only shake their heads and sigh that the situation was changing too fast, and who would have thought that when attacking the British capital before landing on this island, there would be a senior officer of the British Imperial War Office to lead the way.

The 1st Infantry Division of the German Army was placed on the left flank of the entire corps, with the division commander, Colonel Ravi, with his divisional company, following closely behind the vanguard battalion. The division commander had already secretly made up his mind. The honor of Frederick the Great's division must be preserved, and the Ludwik guy of the 3rd Infantry Division must not be allowed to come out on top.

The 22nd Infantry Regiment and the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion of the 1st Infantry Division covered the left flank of the entire division, the 1st Infantry Corps and the Tank Destroyer Battalion marched on the right flank, and the 1st Battalion of the 43rd Infantry Regiment was in the vanguard in the middle, and the division headquarters ran ahead of the other units with its direct company and communications company. The combat units of the 1st Infantry Division have basically been motorized, and only a part of the baggage units still retains some mules and horses. German soldiers raced along the old stone streets of England towards the central city in Opel and captured Renault trucks.

The attack of the Cyprus Corps sounded the clarion call for a full-scale German attack, and the German units surrounding the encirclement of London all left their positions. Towards the city of London. Like the Cyprus, each German unit had a clear mission, and of course the most illustrious glory had to go to the Führer, and the other units could only choose the next target.

The city was too large for the Germans to build a tight blockade. However, the Germans had encountered this problem in Poland and had long been experienced in dealing with it, and they sent a part of the second-line troops to guard the main highway nodes, control a series of traffic nodes, and then use patrols to chain them into a defensive line. No one should want to leave London by transport, but they can choose to walk through the wilderness. But how much supplies can a man carry, and how far can he run under the nose of an infantry patrol.

The Germans had repeatedly swept through the British perimeter defenses, and the Royal Scots Regiment was scattered throughout the defensive line. At present, the stubborn resistance on the defensive line is only a few stragglers, and some of them are the London Self-Defense Force, which is composed of loyalist and patriotic royalist citizen groups. There were also some remnants of the Army units that retreated to London from the southern front.

The London Self-Defense Forces are just citizens with some basic training, and they are not at all a concern for a professional army, and most of the remnants of the army are demoralized, and what has kept them in the present is only the last vestiges of shame in their hearts. But everyone knew that this was only a temporary bloody battle, and it was not enough to support them to resist strong military pressure.

The most tenacious were some of the Royal Air Force personnel and Royal Navy sailors, who came from a dozen air airfields and bases around London. The latter was the crew of a ship resting in London. Their warships were being repaired at the naval shipyard on the Thames, and when the Germans approached London, the Royal Navy organized the sailors and officers and issued them with land weapons, and the sailors were joined the Defenders of London as Marines.

The German Army, regardless of the identity of those who resisted on the other side, as long as it raised its arms against the German army, it was an enemy that had to be destroyed.

The foundation of the German Army is not those flashy steel monsters, but the thousands of ordinary army infantry who are fighting bloody battles on the front line. The German infantry unit has a professional quality that surpasses all its peers in the same period, and whether it is Britain, France, the Soviet Union and the United States in terms of infantry quality, it cannot be on the same level as the German army at all. Every German Army infantry was trained as a junior officer, and the junior officers were trained exactly as a mid-level officer.

Every motivated German soldier on the battlefield knew his role on the battlefield, the objectives of his troops, and the tactics he should use to accomplish them. As a result, even if the commander of the German unit was killed, the unit would not lose command, because all the junior officers were capable of becoming a reserve. As the German command at the grassroots level matured, it became a difficult task to break up a German army unit, because even if there was only one non-commissioned officer left on the battlefield, he could organize a resistance force on the spot.

Previously, due to the strict orders of the high command, the troops were not allowed to go into the city without authorization, and at most they could only take a look at the tall spires of the buildings in the city of London in the name of armed reconnaissance. The German Army easily routed the weak but stubborn defenders and began a planned occupation of London. Having bulldozed the outer barricades and defensive positions, the City of London was like a seashell smashed open, exposing its soft and plump body to predators.

"Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, welcome to London." Major Schulenburg of the 40th Infantry Regiment of the 27th Infantry Division looked at the short, strangely dressed man in front of him in dumbfounded.

If his eyes were not in question, the Nazi flag in the Englishman's hand must have been made of curtains, and the rough red velvet flag was sewn with a white round piece of cloth, and the swastika painted in black paint in the middle was slightly dissolved, and the edges looked very rough.

The current task of the infantry battalion in Schulenburg is to occupy the police headquarters in the London borough of Merton. This was also the task assigned by the army group command to the 27th Infantry Division, which was responsible for controlling all the key units in the Merton area, and maintaining order in the occupied area while destroying all resistance forces. When his men brought the strange man to Schulenburg, the major watched triumphantly as his men escorted the surrendered British policemen out of the police station.

The German soldiers shouted loudly, ordered the policemen to stand in a row with their heads in their hands against the wall, and told them that they would not be harmed as long as they obeyed the order, and that they would be sent away by a gendarmerie truck in a moment.

"I'm the commander here, and my soldier said you have a situation to report to us." Schulenburg frowned and looked at the smiling man in front of him, and stroked the door of his Citroen convertible, which was the trophy he had obtained in France, and he loved this beautiful little car to death, so he also went to the division headquarters to report and apply for a German military license plate for it.

"Yes, sir, I have important information to report to you." The short man spoke a strange German.

"Oh? What exactly is the important information. Schulenburg was spiked by the mystery of the other party.

"I heard that the German army was very generous to its collaborators." The man leaned over and said respectfully to Schulenburg.

"Of course, we will give very generous rewards to our collaborators, but you have to be clear that we are not stupid policemen, we are the Wehrmacht, and the consequences of cheating us will be very serious." Schulenburg admonished the man with a serious face.

"Of course, of course, very important intelligence." The man's waist bent lower.

"Jews, sir, I'll take you to arrest the Jews."

"What!" Schulenburg blinked, thinking he might have misheard.

"Rich Jews, very rich, they hide in the apartment behind my house." The Englishman's eyes sparkled, and he seemed to have seen the golden rewards.

"Luke! Dietrich! Heinz! Schulenburg looked at the man in front of him and shouted loudly.

"Here! Sir! Three tall soldiers hurried to Schulenburg's car.

"Drag this spy over there and kill him!" Schulenburg waved his hand casually with a look of disgust.

"Obey the order, sir!" Two soldiers grabbed the man, one left and one right, and the other snatched the rough Nazi flag from his hand, and the soldiers saluted Schulenburg, and then dragged the man, who was already paralyzed with fright, towards the side alley.

"Nope! Sir, I'm not a spy, I also know a banker, a rich man, very, very rich, you can take you there...... No, how is it different from what the newspapers say! Let me go, spare my life......" After a crisp gunshot, the man stopped screaming.

Ask for a monthly pass, a recommended ticket, any ticket, thank you. (To be continued.) )