"Boom, boom, boom," the aviation bomb fell to the ground with a sharp ghost roar. In an instant, it was like a light fire was lit in the dark prison. The mushroom clouds drawn by the high-explosion bomb shone brightly in the city, and the light flashed. As the energy emitted by the bomb began to expand like lightning, the scorching wave of suffocation spread violently around.

Immediately afterwards, more high-explosive bombs and new incendiary bombs fell to the ground one after another. The number and density were unimaginable. The entire city of Amiens began to tremble hysterically in the deafening bomb explosion.

The powerful destructive power emitted by the high-explosion bomb roared with the energy like a catastrophe, shaking the earth into spasms like a sieve. The explosion shock wave teared the layers of buildings into pieces and foam, and then splashed on all sides at an extremely high speed. It formed a rain of destruction, leaving no room for all creatures to accommodate.

The new incendiary bomb continued to burn giant red roses in the dark. The flames ignited everything that could burn, and even steel was soft and soft in this incredible high temperature. Within a few minutes, the city of Amiens turned into a burning and depraved city, like a bright red fire dragon, winding around the city, igniting more buildings with their teeth and claws, burning them all.

The rolling black smoke was like a demon spreading its wings and covering up the starry sky.

The high temperature like magma created a forbidden zone for life. The hope for all living things to survive here is extremely slim. The British who were awakened by the rooster and ran to the streets did not expect that the Germans would bomb during this period of time. When they woke up, it was too late. The Germans had dropped air bombs, and more than 50,000 British people were instantly submerged in the flying bombs.

The fanaticism just now was immediately replaced by the fear of death, and their faces were filled with twisted and crooked expressions. They ran in panic and avoided, and they felt that death was so close, so close.

The explosion repeated continuously in the city. No matter how long the flowers bloomed, it could take away countless lives. The tearing whirlwind caused by the explosion can tear the body into small pieces. The powerful wave of the explosion can break the building into flint, and then splash away in the form of a meteor shower, smashing around, crushing countless British people who could not hide into meat pie.

The huge fire caused by the incendiary bomb is a fatal magic weapon to kill people's lives. The burning flames ignited clothes, and the people who counted again became large fire balls, receiving the burning of the flames. The taste of this kind of skin burning on the fire is simply unbearable for people, and the sorrow of sorrow touches the heartstrings. The smell of pain can make the soul fall into deep fear.

That night, the city of Amiens became a burning Shura hell. Death was as normal as breathing. Every blink of an eye, the god of death brought countless lives. The charred corpses and smoked strips emitted a breath of nausea. This unpleasant smell spread far and far away. The city of Amiens, which was originally as beautiful as an elves, also became a whine-like city of ruins.

After dawn, the sun rose to the mountain as usual, approaching summer. The intensity of the light is increasing, and it is thickly illuminating the earth. A brilliant golden light appears, giving the ground a new atmosphere.

But in the city of Amiens in France, it is a different scene. After the bombing, the city of Amiens was wiped out from the map. The city was blown to pieces, and spider-web-like ditches were scattered on the ground. There was a beautiful virgin who had been ravaged by the devil, who was tortured to the point of being completely decent and covered with scars. He completely lost the charming charm of the past and became an ugly old woman.

The Germans achieved brilliant success in this bombing. They first led the British to the streets, exposed them to the moonlight, and then carried out the bombing. The British who went up the streets were equivalent to entering the trap. Most of them lost the opportunity to escape and could not run into the air defense facilities in time. Even if they hid in the house, it was not safe and they had to withstand the heavy blow like an earthquake. The chances of survival were slim, and the ones who could survive were because their ancestors had accumulated too much virtue.

British Lieutenant General Grenie Thumb, wearing a dusty lieutenant general's uniform, walked onto the messy streets in a dusty manner.

Last night, after the Germans began bombing, Grenimo was lucky enough to jump into a dry well. Then, the shock of destruction of the world, Grenimo could clearly feel the punishment-like destructive power of the gods outside. With the explosion and the small gravels splashed everywhere, the sparks fell into the well without any hesitation. Grenimo was in a mess, and his beautiful lieutenant general's uniform was burned to pieces.

This night was the most difficult moment in Grenem's life. The soldiers' pain whine echoed in his ears. The feeling of facing death directly made people feel the sharpest cry. This tone that calls to death can make people mentally collapse. Anyone who has experienced this night will leave behind an endless nightmare, and he will remember this night for the rest of his life.

"General Grenem, you are still alive! That's great, so good, am I looking for you? Am I worried about you?" Adjutant Cont, with a smile that had survived the disaster, hurried forward to ask after seeing General Grenem on the street.

Grenim turned his head blankly and saw the adjutant Kangte, whose face was black and half of his military uniform had been burned into a paste by the fire, and said lightly: "Are you still alive? That's great, I thought something happened to you. It's great that you could live, by the way! How did you survive?"

Adjutant Conte choked and put away his smile, and said sadly, "Last night, I saw that the situation was not good, so I gritted my teeth and stomped my feet and got into the sewer. Fortunately, it was done inside, so I survived, but my brothers all,,,,,,,,,."

Conte was speechless, looking at the bombed city and the corpses on the streets. He didn't know what to say. The explosion last night knocked everything down. At that time, the soldiers were scattered on the streets to kill chickens, so they would definitely not have time to hide in the air-raid shelter. With their thigh hair, they could guess that 50,000 British soldiers would definitely suffer heavy losses.

Grenim was speechless. He didn't know what to say. He could only use silence to hide the sadness in his heart. The loss last night was really unimaginable. More than 50,000 soldiers were exposed nakedly under the German butcher's knife and were destroyed by devil-like bombs. Now he only hopes that they can be happy in heaven and be reborn in the next life.

"Conte, go with me to take a look."

"Yes! General"

As time goes by, the British also began to rescue themselves. More and more survivors took to the streets to rescue comrades and clean up the battlefield. Everything that happened last night was like a hot mark, deeply engraved in their hearts. Finally, after preliminary statistics, half of the more than 50,000 British people died directly in the bombing. And those who survived had no time to be sad. They had to build fortifications again and prepare for combat. Because the Germans could attack Amiens at any time.

Lieutenant General Grenem walked on the street in a daze, looking at the soldiers' self-rescue actions with the eyes of bystanders, and looking at the survivors searching for comrades in the ruins like beggars. Seeing the smiles that were crazily killing chickens last night, it became eternal in this world.

Everything in front of him made Grenem's heart drip, convulsing and contracting. He remembered his misfortune during this period. Since he entered the European continent, he had never tasted the joy of victory. Now he has suffered heavy losses here. He really has no face to go back to his country to meet his colleagues, the British people, and even if he dies, he will not be ashamed to see his ancestors.

"General Grenem, let the soldiers prepare for combat, and the Germans may be about to attack. It is not a big deal to be sad like this. After all, we are fighting with the Germans, and we must maintain high fighting spirit." After wandering around the street for a long time, Adjutant Kant saw General Grenem with a sad and helpless look on his face and reminded him. According to the past situation, after the bombing is over, the Germans will launch a thunder attack.

Grenim nodded helplessly. He had no idea now. He lacked the ability that a general should have. A series of blows made him lose his vitality and had the ability to think. He no longer knew how to command the troops and how to deal with the next challenges.

"Let the soldiers end their search as soon as possible and clean up the battlefield. Now is not the time to cry. We forget our sorrows and forget everything that has happened. Let us unite and work hard to make our due contribution to the early defeat of fascism, liberate the whole of Europe."

Adjutant Conte gave a standard British military salute, "I understand! General Grenem, I will issue this order immediately to prepare the soldiers for combat."

"Not good! No good! Something big happened, the Germans were in, the Germans were in, everyone ran away! Everyone ran away!" At this time, a shout from a standard Oxford accent suddenly sounded in the city of Amiens. The sound was extremely loud, like a world-class tenor singing. The tone was very clear into everyone's ears, causing the British soldiers who had just recovered a little vitality to shudder.

Hundreds of British soldiers in ragged clothes suddenly ran to the streets. Many of them were tied with bandages and covered with purple-red blood. They looked like they were injured, but they still ran very fast and showed no signs of injury. The muzzle in their hands was still emitting blue smoke, like a team that had just been defeated, retreating wildly and running without the courage.

As soon as the group of people ran to the streets, they were madly crazily: "Everyone, run away! The Germans are in, and the Germans are coming from the south. Our position is lost, and the Germans are about to fight here. There are at least a few thousand German tanks, and there are so many German infantry like ants crawling. Run away! You can't stop it! You can't stop it."

While shouting, the group of people also quickly crossed the city and ran along the road extending eastward. They soon disappeared at the end of the street and under the eyes of the British.

Then, "Da, Da, Da, Da, Da," "Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang," the sound of AK-47 and MP40 fired in the city. After a long battle with the Germans, British soldiers were able to clearly distinguish the model of the weapon from the sound. The heavy sound with torn sound was clearly the unique breathing sound of AK-47 when it was strafing. The sound of singing crisply towards the oriole belonged to the MP40, and only the sound of MA40 was so pleasant.

"Ah, run quickly! The Germans have entered, I don't care. You keep holding on, I'll run first." Although I haven't seen the shadow of the Germans yet, the British completely collapsed at this moment. I don't know who started, but everyone started to run with the route of the British army's escape just now.

After experiencing the catastrophe last night, the British's nerves stretched to the limit like straightened rubber bands. With a little force, they could easily break it. This double blow on the soul and body is unbearable for a normal person. When they saw their companions retreating from the back and retreating towards Aras, the British who could only move ran out of control and ran towards Aras and escaped from this area.

As long as someone takes the lead, someone will follow suit. What kind of honors of soldiers and the defeat of countries will become bullshits and shit in the eyes of soldiers with mental collapse.

When the British saw the hundreds of British soldiers who fell from the sky and ran away to the back, they did not think about the mystery in it carefully, and they began to flee like the wind. No one stood up to stop the tide of escape, because everyone ran away. The gunshots from behind were like trumpets of death, which made the British lose their courage to fight, and their brains were shrouded in the shadow of death. They just wanted to leave this ghost place and leave this place of hell.

On April 30, 1944, German Field Marshal Rich; Von; General Gesyun created another miracle in the history of war. He used the (chicken crowing in the middle of the night) action plan to make the British soldiers defending in Amiens flee without seeing a German soldier. He also turned a city that was originally strictly guarded and turned into an empty city.

After the British retreated for a few hours, it was confirmed that the German army, which had been retreating in the UK, began to enter the city. Only more than 80 German tanks and thousands of German infantry, entered the city of Amiens in a swagger, entered the most important city on the Allied defense line, and completely opened a large gap in the Allied defense line, opening the door for the German army's subsequent attack.

The only loss for the Germans was that more than 100 tanks at the time of departure, more than 20 were parked halfway due to technical failures. There were also several armored vehicles that stopped halfway due to lack of fuel.

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