On the same day, the Hamburg outskirts position.

Hans? Zimmer took a sip of his coffee.

"It's bad." He said.

"In the United States, there has always been a saying that the German army's military coffee is difficult to drink." James across from Hans? "So I think it's not as bad as it seems, really." ”

Hans smiled, although his name is "Hans" full of German flavor, in fact, he is not a purebred German, his family is in Alsace, the family composition is more complicated, last time his parents went to France, only he followed his grandfather back to Germany.

Hans's enlistment in the army was also his grandfather's will, and his own dream was to become a composer. Originally, after joining the army, he happily found a conscription officer with a score, hoping to become a military composer, but he didn't expect people to ignore him, and directly dumped him with a sentence of "the motherland needs you to go to the front" and stuffed him into the train to Hamburg.

Hans had thought that he would have to go into the heat of battle as soon as he arrived in Hamburg, and he imagined that scene countless times on the train. Once, for example, when he was dreaming, he dreamed that they would be driven to the Elbe as soon as they got out of the car, and the quartermaster issued him a gun without bullets and told him to board the ship and take part in the attack on the British positions on the opposite bank.

Later, his ship was sunk by a single shot, and he woke up to find himself holding the American James in front of him? Horna's hairy thighs.

The two became friends in this way.

Hans today? On the eighth day of Zimmer's arrival at the front, there had been no particularly fierce fighting, and the British had launched a tentative attack on Hans's position, only to be swept down by machine guns, and dozens of people were retreated.

It was another boring morning this morning, and Hans even wanted to use the shouting microphone to chat with the British soldiers on the other side—they were probably bored as well.

At this moment, a loudspeaker installed on the German position sounded.

"What's going on?" James glanced at his watch, "It's not time for the evening track today." ”

The so-called evening repertoire refers to the music that the political work brigade plays every day in the evening, most of which are military songs written by Lin Youde such as "Holy War", so as to boost the morale of the troops - it is said that the music can also reach the British positions and weaken the fighting spirit of the British army.

But in all fairness, Hans was still very fond of the music, and that Mr. Lin was a brilliant fellow, a skilled composer, and it is said that he was also quite accomplished in drawing, and he could also design chariots and firearms, which was incredible.

Today, however, it is not Mr. Lin's work that comes out of the loudspeaker—Hans knows it as an old song from the German Empire.

"What is this?" James frowned slightly, "Mr. Lin's new work?" It's the first time I've heard it. ”

"No, this is a military song from the German Empire, called 'March to England'." Hans said, "Maybe the political work brigade wants to change the taste today......

At this moment, the rousing military song lowered a few pitches, and the announcer began to announce in a loud voice in German: "Soldiers, the High Command has just issued a special report on the situation of the battle, and our invincible German Air Force has launched an air raid on the British Royal Navy fleet not long ago, sinking the Royal Navy's flagship Hood, the Royal Navy's newest battleship King George V, the battlecruiser Counterattack, and the battleship Royal Oak. At the same time, our valiant air fighters returned wounds to HMS Warwey, HMS Rodney, the British naval fleet, which had already suffered heavy losses. ”

Hans and James looked at each other.

"Shouldn't we cheer?" Americans use their characteristic sense of humor.

Hans looked at him and said, "I'm not sure if you should, I'm going to cheer anyway." ”

As he spoke, he turned to look at several other German soldiers who had poked their heads out of the bunker, and then cheered together: "Hooray!" ”

**

Downtown Hamburg.

The song of the march to England resounded through every street, and people poured out of the houses and alleys, and poured into the streets, which were full of obstacles and barricades.

People hugged everyone they met, and the smiles on their faces were as bright as the scorching summer sun, and those who didn't know must have thought they had won the war.

Soon the ecstatic people restored order - an almost knee-jerk action in Germany in this space-time. People began to stomp their feet in unison to the melody coming out of the loudspeaker, and many older people sang along with the radio the lyrics they had already known by heart from the last war.

Soon, people were no longer satisfied with stomping their feet on the spot, and they spontaneously formed a parade and rushed towards the center of Hamburg to the beat of the tune.

The same scenario took place in other large German cities, where tens of thousands of Germans poured into the streets to cheer for the first good news since the start of the war.

Since the beginning of the 20 th century, Britain's Grand Fleet has been an unavoidable part of the Germans' heart, and as long as the British Grand Fleet is present, Germany will never be able to defeat Britain, and it will never be able to get rid of the status quo of surviving in the cracks.

Now that this terrible roadblock has been defeated, how can the Germans not rejoice.

**

North of Hanover, the British and German armies controlled the boundary line.

The German position suddenly sounded the sound of majestic military music, and then English with a thick German accent mixed with the music: "British brothers, your fleet has been heavily damaged, the navy has been evacuated from the North Sea, you have been abandoned by the navy, surrender quickly, the German army guarantees to strictly abide by international law and treat prisoners preferentially." ”

"Fuck you!" A British sergeant opened his throat and shouted, "The navy will beat your Mr. Lin's ass to pieces!" ”

The British soldiers burst into laughter, and for a time the laughter drowned out the shouts of the Germans.

"Bragging, not drafting!" Another British non-commissioned officer yelled, "You Germany don't even have a navy, how can you inflict heavy damage on our fleet?" Fools know that the navy of the British Empire is invincible! ”

The soldiers immediately followed suit, and the entire British position was cheered, and some shouted: "Long live the Royal Navy!" ”

"Hooray!"

If it were normal, the Germans would have heard a burst of German swearing, and the scene would have turned into a situation in which both sides were swearing across the trenches in a language they did not understand. This time, however, the Germans did not react at all, and only continued to play what appeared to be pre-recorded audio.

This strange reaction gave a few sensitive people in the British army a little foreboding.

But no one took this hunch seriously.

How could such a thing happen that the Royal Navy of the British Empire would be defeated!

**

Isabella heard the sound of the door opening, she frowned, half-sat up from the bed, and glared at the person who entered the door: "You don't even knock on the door?" What if I'm changing clothes? ”

Winston coming through the door? Churchill said: "I am in my sixties, and I have no interest in the flesh of young maidens. ”

"You!"

Isabella was about to have a seizure when Churchill interrupted her: "Just now, the Luftwaffe launched an attack on the Royal Navy fleet in the North Sea. ”

"Oh, and the result?" Although Isabella's voice was calm, an ominous premonition had swelled up in her heart, and it was so real that her heart was completely uncontrollable. She suddenly noticed that the fingers of her right hand were trembling slightly, and she immediately put her hand down and pressed it against the edge of the bed, blocking it with her own body.

Winston Churchill was silent for a moment before reporting in a deep voice: "The attack was carried out in several waves, which lasted a total of two hours. We put up fierce resistance and shot down a lot of enemy fighters......"

"I want to know the results, Winston!" Isabella's voice had changed tone, and the sudden yelling made her chest rise and fall violently, and her stomach, which was uncomfortable because of her menstrual period, also rolled, and the pain that had been slightly better became intense again.

Winston Churchill looked down at the Queen's bed, his face looked like there was some beast hiding under the bed, and when Isabella couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to urge again, Churchill spoke: "We can already be sure that the Hood, the Counterattack and the Royal Oak have been sunk, and the King George V has lost power to break away from the formation, and then we have lost contact with it. We have sent submarine forces to look for ......"

Isabella's face was like ashes, and she didn't listen to Churchill's later words.

After the end of the last war, the British Empire did not build new ships for a long time due to financial problems, but instead decommissioned a number of old battleships that were no longer useful. King George V was approved in 1933 in response to U.S. military expansion and cash-for-work in imitation of Germany, and was the first new warship to be built by the Royal Navy's battleship force after the completion of the Nelson-class. Shortly before the war, Isabella attended its military ceremony, the first since Isabella ascended the throne, as if it had happened yesterday.

To be honest, Isabella loved the ship, it looked so beautiful and so mighty, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the embodiment of the pride of the Royal Navy.

Now it's sinking! Or with the Royal Navy's other pride, HMS Hood!

Isabella suddenly felt a little out of breath, and she collapsed on the bed in the dark, breathing heavily.

Winston Churchill looked very nervous, and he shouted outside the door: "Someone! Majesty xià is uncomfortable! ”

The next moment the butlers and maids swarmed in.

Isabella held up a hand: "No, I'm fine. Joe, help me up. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Queen's personal butler immediately reached out to help Isabella up.

"Mr. Churchill," Isabella said to Churchill as she continued to adjust her breathing, "and we will have an emergency meeting with your Cabinet members." ”