Unlimited Military Base

Only in the land of Frank can you find your place.

The collapse of the 52nd Infantry Division in Canada is only a matter of time. The anger of a large number of swarming Axis and ordinary Englishmen is enough to completely drown all Canadians.

The sound of machine guns and the explosion of a grenade thrown out of the air resounded throughout the battlefield. Under the smoke, the smell of death in the air is suffocating. The god of death fluttered in the guards of the Canadians, and the sickle in his hand swayed from time to time. Whenever he fell, he could always harvest a piece of life.

Frank never thought about giving up. One thing he knew very well was that even if he gave up now, those Brittish would never let go of himself. Their anger is enough to tear themselves apart, and their hatred can easily bury themselves in the bottomless abyss.

Anyone can surrender, only you can’t. So the only thing I can do at this moment is to fight to the end. Even if the enemy appears in front of himself, the only decision he can make is to either commit suicide or die with him.

However, it is probably a sad thing for a general to go to this point.

He wondered why the war had developed to this point. It was strange why he appeared in Southampton and fell into such a situation. Who is this strange? No, no one can blame, all the roads are chosen by themselves.

The enemy rushed up again, densely packed, and the first line of temporary construction fell into the hands of the enemy. Some of the captured Canadian soldiers were treated in the same way by angry English people. If the soldiers of the Queen’s Army did not try to dissuade them, I fear that all the prisoners would become corpses.

The offensive side compresses the enemy’s living space a little bit. For the city, they have the absolute advantage with the help of the locals. They can always choose the most suitable offensive method in the most suitable place, and they can always be completely in Canada. Unexpectedly, a surprise attack was launched. Then the Canadians will be very frustrated and find that the enemy does not seem to spend much effort, and he has failed inexplicably.

In three hours, the 52nd Division of the Canadian Infantry has lost more than half of its strength, which is the result of desperate frustration. In the occasional battle gap, the Canadian soldiers who are still barely alive so far, will gather together sadly, waiting silently, silently enduring.

How many more people will live here when the next battle begins?

After a few minutes of drizzle, it fell and fell, falling on the ground and falling on the soldiers. Cold, cold, cold from the body to the heart. That is the despair of war, which is the despair of the future of her own destiny.

Frank didn’t talk to Don Tanner again, because at this time Donna’s headquarters was also under intense attack, and Don Tanner could not give him any help. Life, rely on yourself, die, but also rely on yourself!

“Get up, boy!” Frank told his subordinates loudly: “Hey, the battle is not over yet, it is just beginning, we will get reinforcements, General Don Tanner will never give up.”

How can this deceive the soldiers even the ghosts that he does not believe? The soldiers listened numbly as if they were listening to a talk show. Occasionally someone would look up and look at Frank, but the only thing that is projected in the eyes is cold, indifferent, and contemptuous.

It was this general who was in front of him that brought them to such a passive situation. Without him, they would not be able to wait passively as they are now. . . . . .

The explosion of two grenades came, and the attack of the Axis National Army resumed. A large number of Axis soldiers appeared in the sights of Canadians, forcing them to re-enter the position. Now, these Canadians are not fighting for what the Allies, but not for what Frank, they just fight for themselves.

If they are possible, they are really willing to let go of their weapons and surrender. . . . . .

“Marshal Ernst.” When Marshal Ernst appeared on the battlefield, Major Romeo, Major Stroop and Anno hurriedly ushered him into the temporary headquarters: “We have taken control of the battlefield, and the battle is the latest. It will end this evening, and most Canadians will be wiped out here.”

“It’s too slow.” Wang Weizhen frowned. “The battle must end here as soon as possible. Mr. Anno, I heard that you rejected the request for multiple surrenders in Canada and also killed some captured prisoners? ”

Until now, the Axis National Army entered the city, and Anno knew that “Lieutenant Colonel Moyol” was actually the magical Baron Alexson. At this time, in the face of the Baron’s question, Anno hurriedly replied: “Yes, Lord Marshal. Those The Canadians brutally killed our compatriots, I was just letting them pay the price they deserved!”

Wang Weizhen is silent: “Mr. Anno, I understand your inner anger at the moment, but I think I have to tell you that war can not only win by anger. The determination of Canadian resistance is very low. The reason why they have not experienced massive surrender so far is because of your killing of prisoners. The battle is death, surrender is also dead, I think a normal person knows what choices to make…. ..”

Anno was silent there, although he admitted that the Baron’s words were correct, but there were always some unwillingness in his heart. . . . . .

“Accept the enemy’s surrender, and all the prisoners are not allowed to be hurt.” Wang Weizhen issued his own order: “The Freedom Army and civilians all evacuated from the main battlefield and served as an auxiliary work. Give me more tweeters and keep playing. I want every Canadian to know that the war must end.”

The Free Army and civilians are not well controlled. Once Canadian prisoners appear, they may soon cause them to be extremely angry. Wang Weizhen does not want to take such a danger.

Soon, according to his orders, there was a major shift on the battlefield. The craziest Free Army and civilians who fought in battle began to evacuate the battlefield, and these fell into the ears of Canadians. Then, the newly installed tweeters continued to make an appeal. They demanded that Canadian soldiers immediately lay down their weapons within an hour. Their lives will be fully respected and they will be sent to the prisoners of war to receive the treatment they deserve. The Axis Powers will strictly comply with the requirements of the Geneva Conventions. For injured Canadian soldiers, they will also receive adequate treatment.

In the name of Baron Alexson, the tweeter emphasizes this point. In the name of Baron Alexson, Canadian soldiers must surrender immediately. Southampton does not need to flow unnecessary blood. The nominal person should continue to be cursed here. Die in the war. In the name of Baron Alexson – everything that Axis has promised will be fulfilled!

The lethality brought about by this is enormous, and it is no doubt that a blockbuster was thrown in Canada. If this is what others say, it may not be enough for the Canadians to believe in it, but it is a promise made by Baron Alexson. Who is that? It was a gentleman who was already very few on the battlefield. It was a marshal who could risk the enemy commander to the enemy barracks.

His words are enough to convince everyone. . . . . .

The Canadians were completely shaken. For an hour, there is not much time left for them. They must make choices in the shortest possible time. Some of their bold soldiers began to get in touch with the enemy and sent some wounded soldiers from the position. As a result, as Baron Alexson promised, the wounded soldiers quickly received effective treatment. As a result, a stone in the hearts of Canadians suddenly landed.

Soldiers left their positions one after another, and they did not even say anything to their chief. Their demands are actually very simple, alive, they just want to live well, and wait until the end of the war to live alive from the prisoners of war.

Alive – this is the most basic requirement of a person!

The officers did not stop, they knew it was a hopeless war, and many of them silently left the position and joined the ranks of surrender. Like the soldiers, they actually took off their military uniforms and they were just ordinary people.

Frank knows that he has not done anything to stop it. What can be stopped? The military heart has long since dissipated. If it wasn’t before Brittish’s brutal revenge scared his subordinates, maybe the 52 infantry division would have finished. However, now the enemy has changed its strategy, so that the soldiers who had some resistance to change have completely chosen to give up.

Let them go, let them leave, no one can stop this from happening. . . . . .

“General Frank, my troops are finished.” It was Frank’s subordinate Commodore. He looked worried: “I am still alive, and almost all surrendered. I have no way to stop it. I just wanted to open my reprimand, actually there is Several muzzles have been aimed at me!”

Frank frowned a bit: “Fantastic, my situation here is exactly the same as yours. Now, even the gendarmerie has begun to lose control. Failed, we failed.”

“What should we do now?” Although the sound of the guns outside became sparse, it made the strange feeling scared: “The enemy only left us an hour. When the time is up, I believe the soldiers around us. No more than one hundred people.”

Frank looked at the strange look and smiled. He fully understood what his subordinates were thinking: “Fantastic, I will not stop the soldiers. I will not stop my officers. Everyone has this time. Power makes its own choice.”

Quite silently nodded: “What about you? General?”

“I?” Frank gave himself a glass of wine. This is his last bottle of wine: “Everyone can surrender, only I can’t.”

The strange sighed, he could understand Frank’s mood at this time, but what can he do under such circumstances? No, he can’t do anything. Besides leaving him, there is no other choice.

The strangeness has gone. Despite this psychological preparation, Frank still feels that he has been abandoned. He and the stranger not only served in a unit, but also fellow countrymen. Now, even the people they trust the most have left.

He looked at the glass with a glass of wine, and the battlefield became a mess. One after the other, a group of soldiers threw away the weapons in their hands and waved the white flag toward the enemy. No one even wants to stay for more than a second on this cursed position.

Rebels? For the first time, Frank tasted the taste of rebellion.

He drank the wine from the cup and poured himself a cup. There is still half a bottle of wine left in the bottle. When the last drink is finished, it is also time to unload the shoulders.

He wanted to leave a few words to his family, but when he took out the pen and paper, there was a blank in his mind, and he didn’t know what he should write. What is the point? No matter how at least your death can still be passed to the family’s ears, why should you write a letter to make your family sad?

Forget it, let this pain and sorrow let yourself bear it. . . . . .

The wine in the bottle was rapidly reduced, and Frank sipped a bite. It was a good bottle of wine. This bottle was given to him by Don Tanner when he first arrived in Southampton. Ah, now Don Tanner what are you doing?

He felt that there was a need to call Don Tanner again, at least it was a difference. But when he picked up the phone, he found that the phone couldn’t get through.

He smiled and threw the phone away, drank the last bite in the cup, and took out a delicate pistol. Where can I shoot to get away quickly and without pain? Put the muzzle in your mouth or pull the trigger against your head? Frank has no experience in this area.

In the end, he took the way most people would use, stuffing the gun into his mouth. . . . . .

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The 52nd Division of the Canadian Infantry was finished, and more than half of them were killed and wounded. Almost all of them survived and became captives. Even their commander Frank, who ended his life with a bullet.

“At least it’s like a soldier.” Looking at Frank’s body, Major Strup said coldly.

“It’s not that he died like a soldier, but he has no choice but to commit suicide.” Wang Weizhen smiled a little: “He is afraid that he will fall into the hands of angry Brittish. It really is that time maybe he I think that suicide is the best.”

Major Strup shrugged. Who can blame this?

“Blessed Queen, I wish her a longevity, God of Heaven! Changsheng, Mu Rongguang; Fumin Wang, heart happy; God of Heaven! Yang Shenwei, Zhang Tianwang, Baowang room, enemies, a drum wash. Breaking conspiracy, traiting party Let the chaos be swept away; let us look up, God bless the Queen! May God be graceful, choose fine, treasure, Long live the Queen! May she protect the law and bring the people to the heart,

God bless the queen! ”

There was such a singing voice outside, and all the English soldiers and the English people joined the chorus.

“A force that can be used.” Wang Weizhen listened calmly: “This nation is very imaginative in some respects and the Germanic people. They have a tough quality, and they never give up even in the most dangerous times. They may be the most appropriate as an ally.”

“We can defeat them,” Major Stroop said confidently.

“Major, war is not just a battle.” Wang Weizhen said with a smile: “If only fighting, then Germany is even stronger, we can’t even conquer Europe. Sometimes the constant victory will make us The enemy abandons all stereotypes and unites together. Long-term consumption, even if we can win every battle, will exhaust our resources and manpower, and eventually fail.”

Major Strup is just a pure soldier. He does not particularly understand the meaning of the Baron.

The baron seemed to think thoughtfully. When he walked to Frank’s body, he picked up an empty bottle from the ground: “There is only so much bottle of wine, a bite of it, even if it is slower, sooner or later. I will drink it. What should I do if there is enough wine in this bottle? We need food and we need a winemaker. If Germany is this bottle, then Britain and France, including all European countries, are us. Need food and winemakers…”

Major Strupp probably understands a bit. The baron may be thinking about the future.

At this point, Major Strup did not guess, and Wang Weizhen was already thinking about the future. The final result of the war is bound to end with the victory of the Axis, then after the victory? Some contradictions that have been concealed by war will soon be exposed. How to resolve such contradictions and how to establish a unified European Union led by Germany? This is what he must consider.

He firmly believes that a unified European Union is enough to make the United States tremble. This is the most powerful organization. At least now, everything is going on according to my own ideas. After three world wars in Germany, it is imperative to recuperate rather than continue to invest in new terrible wars.

Many soldiers are not resolved by means of war.

“Mr. Stroop, you are a qualified soldier.” Wang Weizhen suddenly said: “But this is not enough. I hope that you will become a qualified diplomat and a qualified politician in the future.”

Major Stroop snorted, but he still prefers to be a soldier! (To be continued. Please search h astrolog W, the novel is better to update faster!)