"O my Lord Jesus Christ, your power is extremely huge and merciful. I pray that you will forgive my sins and bless me from being hurt by evil enemies..." Sheldon Jacob knelt on the dark wall of the corridor and prayed devoutly, which was the only thing he could do now.

As his prayer sounded, one voice after another gradually joined in. After a while, everyone in the corridor began to recite the sacred words. The prayer lasted for a long time, and four or five kinds of prayers were changed in succession. The sound gradually became sparse, and finally returned to silence again.

Sergeant Jacob sat down against the wall of the corridor. He wrapped the cubicle he had sent down on his body, but he still couldn't stop his body trembling. He held his head with his hands, supported his elbows on his knees, and breathed hard, because he was afraid that he would not be able to help crying in the next second.

Suddenly, a dull roar came from the top of the head, and the thick white rock at the top of the tunnel was still clearly visible. Then the entire tunnel began to tremble wildly, and the wall wrapped in corrugated steel plates made a harsh metal friction and twist. The human body leaning against the wall could clearly feel the impact force coming from the rock, and through the femur and spine, an irresistible fear was chiseled into people's hearts.

People who have not experienced such a terrible scene will never understand the horror that directly impacts the soul. You don’t know if you will die, but you know that you will die at any time. Every second you are waiting for the god of death to fall from the sky, but you also hope that it will not happen to you. This kind of mentality is somewhat similar to gambling, but betting on your own life. Those who can persevere must have a tough heart, but more people cannot withstand this pressure and fall into mental collapse and hysteria.

"No! I don't want to die here! I won't be a soldier anymore! I want to go home!" Along with the trembling and roar, a boy's voice screamed in the darkness.

Jacob heard that it was a newly enlisted recruit. Whether it was Crump or Colombo, Jacob couldn't remember it clearly. No one would take the time to remember the names of these recruits. Jacob always thought that the Army was making trouble. These were still half-aged children at all. Several recruits had not passed the voice change period, and they sounded like little ducks, which made people feel troubled.

"Shut up, boy, sit back to your seat. This is a damn war, not a game in kindergarten. If you don't close your mouth, I'll come and help you shut up." No one can endure the threat of death. He also has to endure the torture of a new recruit, and a veteran scolded the rookie before Jacob.

The veteran is very clear that he cannot blame the recruit. The other party is just a child. He has not even had time to complete basic training for less than two months in the army. However, being young does not mean that he has immunity. Everyone is equal in the face of war, and every battle is a test of maturity. If you pass this level, you will become a man and cannot survive. Then you can only become a pool of dog feces.

"I don't want it, I won't shut up! I've had enough, you are all bastards! I want to go out!" The recruit was already in a state of emotion. He completely forgot his past fear of the veterans and began to provoke the veterans in a sharp voice.

"Bang." A crisp collision sounded, and the rookie's scream came to an abrupt end, and then the sound of the human body falling to the ground was heard.

"Hey, don't be too ruthless. This is just a scared little rooster." Jacob rubbed his face with both hands and said loudly.

The rookie's out-of-control unintentionally became a ventilation hole in his mind, allowing him to escape from his previous frustration and fear. He suddenly felt a little grateful to the recruit. If the child had not interrupted, he might have collapsed in the next moment. Jacob tried his best to make his suggestions in a teasing tone. At this time, people's mental pressure had already accumulated to the critical point, and stimulating anyone was asking for trouble.

"Don't worry, Sergeant, I just gave him a stock and at most broke his beautiful nose bridge. This is just a small lesson for him, and he will be grateful to me in the future." The speaker was Charles, a veteran of the A-platoon, a behemoth with a height of 6 feet 9 inches. It seems that he has indeed shown mercy, otherwise the rookie would never have broken the nose bridge.

At this time, the roar above the head had disappeared, the walls and ceiling were no longer trembling, and people began to be glad that they had survived another shelling.

Jacob and his infantry platoon were trapped in a fifty-meter-long corridor in the underground tunnel network of Dover Fortress. Dover Fortress, an ancient barracks established since 1066, have experienced the ups and downs of the British Empire for eight hundred years. Countless emperors and generals have resided here. It has become a part of British history, with Windsor Castle and the Tower of London.

William I came from Normandy, when Dover set foot on British territory. After becoming the king of England, this narrow-minded guy began to establish barracks and fortresses in Dover in order to block the path of later generations and prevent other European lords from landing in England to seize his throne.

All British kings who had thought of going with William I in all dynasties were constantly spending national efforts to repair, strengthen and expand this military system. The construction of the fortress reached its peak under the threat of Napoleon, and the British made every effort to establish a huge defensive position here, trying to resist the inevitable attack of the emperor.

The Dover Fortress was built on a huge white rock, overlooking the entire harbor. After hundreds of years of continuous construction, the British dug a well-connected tunnel network in the rocks. Seven tunnels crisscrossed, forming a huge underground fortification with a total length of more than 5 kilometers, which can ensure that two thousand officers and soldiers live and live in it at the same time. The UK carried out modernization again in the late stage of World War I and set up an advanced communication and command system. After 800 years of wind, frost, snow and rain, the Dover Fortress has maintained a record of never falling.

But the record is now under the most severe challenge since the establishment of the fortress, and the Germans seemed determined to break the myth of not falling into the fortress.

The Germans chose a very national approach. They were ready to wipe the fortress completely from the map, using weapons that were the largest large-caliber artillery group ever built.

From the crazy K5 to the huge legal system m1912, the German Army established a super heavy coastal artillery group with four calibers and seven models in the Visan coast area with a total of 47 balls. Although these artillery have different calibers and different ranges, they have one thing in common, that is, after using improved ammunition, the range of all artillery can reach 27 kilometers, which means that Folkestone and Dover cities are all within the attack range of the artillery group.

Starting from 1:00 a.m. on the D-D, this gun group named Miaoernier began to fire its first full gun group. Previously, the British only knew that the Germans had established heavy artillery positions on the other side, but for a long time, the Germans only used three to four train guns to engage in an over-distance artillery battle with two heavy coastal guns from Britain. Both sides showed restraint, both of which were knocked and beaten, and they stopped after firing more than a dozen shells.

Due to the tight seal of the Luftwaffe, no British reconnaissance aircraft could break through the defense line and enter the sky above the position. So until the moment of being bombarded, the British still thought that the opponent's artillery would not exceed ten.

After a dull whistle, the Germans smashed the entire hell on the head of the British. More than forty shells with a caliber of more than 200 mm hit the huge white rock in a few seconds. In an instant, it caused unbearable losses to the huge fortress group. The ancient walls and bunkers can be traced back to the era of Henry II, using ordinary bricks and local sedimentary rocks. Although they looked thick and solid, the design was originally based on the standard of resisting the solid ammunition strikes of early stone throwers and artillery. These standards were obviously outdated in modern times. These brick and stone walls could not withstand the bombardment of modern artillery. What's more, the bombardment of large-caliber heavy artillery standing at the peak of artillery.

A 320mm shell hit the center of the fortress group directly, hitting the ancient church accurately, sprinkling the brick and wood fragments of this medieval building throughout the fortress. The shell also destroyed the brick and stone lighthouse built by the Romans next to the church. This 24-meter-high ancient ruins were completely erased from the world.

The Dover Fortress Command is a row of huge Victorian palace buildings, with at least ten artillery specifically caring for it. Huge fireballs rose up and down from front to back of the building. One of the three-story side buildings collapsed into a pile of burning rubble after a roar. This is the officer dormitory of the Dover Fortress. A large number of middle-level commanding officers who were sleeping were killed on the spot. The fortress was cut off its arms at the first time.

The commander of the fortress at this time was Rear Admiral Henry Mason, who was just the commander of a coastal artillery regiment two months ago. Churchill directly promoted him from colonel to major general and handed over this powerful fortress to his hands. The reason was that the senior naval officers had suffered serious losses and had accumulated enough qualifications. They were usually very orderly and looked very honest and reliable. So when the position of the fortress commander was vacant, he happened to find a leak at this time.

Major General Mason is a strict person who has received orthodox naval elite education and has a somewhat old-fashioned and serious personality. He has very strict requirements on his officers' business, but he is very kind to soldiers and often goes deep into the grassroots troops to get along with the soldiers, so he soon won the love and respect of the fortress garrison troops.

When the shelling began, Major General Mason did not return to his dormitory on the ground to sleep, but instead carried several staff members to perform battle flag deductions in the central command post of the underground bunker, simulating how the fortress should allocate troops and firepower when landing by the German army to strike the first landing fleet. The major general's professionalism allowed him to escape, allowing Dover Fortress to retain the highest command system.

The German army's shelling was quick and accurate. According to the shooting table that had been surveyed and mapped, the large-caliber heavy artillery slowly and reservedly threw a few hundred kilograms of shells at a target 22 kilometers away, and blasted the targets on the icon to pieces one by one.

Five minutes after the artillery fire, the German side no longer fired a group of artillery groups at Dover, and only retained half of the firepower to launch an uninterrupted bombardment towards Dover Fortress and the bastion opposite the fortress. The other half of the artillery began to turn to the direction of Folkestone and began to launch artillery on the port city. Soon the night sky in the direction of Folkestone was reflected in red by the burning flames.

Jacob's company was conducting night training that night. The soldiers were fully armed and ran around the fortress' side wall. When they ran to the entrance of the fortress' underground tunnel, a heavy shell roared and hit the fortress directly. The violent shock wave instantly knocked down everyone present. Then the bricks and stones falling from the sky broke the British soldiers' bones and tendons. Fortunately, everyone was wearing steel helmets. No one died because of this.

The officer team standing on one side of the team suffered heavy losses during the explosion. The company commander suffered serious internal injuries and began to vomit blood in big mouthfuls. The medical soldier believed that the shock wave had damaged his internal organs and he needed to be rescued immediately. Three platoon leaders were thrown away by the shock wave, and then suffered a burst of brick and stone fragments. The two platoon leaders were already in shock. Another platoon leader was lucky, but he broke his arm, but bit his tongue at the same time. The mouth was now covered in blood. The company commander and the platoon leader fell down, and several other sergeants were also injured differently. In the end, the command of the company fell into the hands of the little Sergeant Jacob.

The sergeant was less than thirty years old and was completely unscathed in this violent explosion. He became the only non-commissioned officer in the company who could still operate normally. Looking at the soldier screaming and wailing all over the ground, Jacob completely lost his room and didn't know what to do. Then he saw the street signs on the roadside and a flash of inspiration. He immediately ordered the uninjured soldiers to take all the wounded into the underground tunnel, where there was a field hospital with a full range of facilities, where the wounded could get first aid.

Although no superior permission was obtained according to the regulations. No one could enter the underground bunker at will, but as the huge explosions around him occurred one after another, the soldiers did not care about any military laws. They dragged and carried each other and rushed into the deep tunnel.

The attack launched by the German army was too sudden, and the personnel in the tunnel had no idea what had happened. When Jacob's company appeared in a mess, they were shocked by the people. Looking at the miserable appearance of the defeated soldiers, everyone thought the German army had begun to land.

After Jacob reported their experience to the officers on duty, the panic in the tunnel began to subside, and the injured were immediately sent to a field hospital for treatment. Since the ground was still under shelling, the officer on duty agreed that Jacob's company would stay in the bunker for the time being. The troops were scattered into several branch corridors according to the platoon. After giving the order to stand by on-site, the officer on duty closed the explosion-proof door at one end of the corridor.

As a result, they stayed on standby for five hours. After five hours of torture and torture, these British soldiers had reached the limit of patience, especially after the most violent explosion, more than a dozen electric lights on the top of the corridor were shattered at the same time, and the entire tunnel fell into darkness. The soldiers could only wait in the darkness. In the darkness, people felt more sensitive about sounds and vibrations, and each shell explosion seemed to happen above their heads.

The soldiers were panicked, and some suddenly screamed, saying that he heard the sound of stones collapse outside, and they might have been buried underground, which caused a considerable commotion. Then someone suggested sending a few people out to inquire about the situation, but even the guy who made the suggestion was unwilling to leave the corridor. Who knew what the situation was like outside? Until now, the corridor has been bombarded countless times, proving its strength. At least it is still safe here at present.

A soldier became addicted to smoking. When he took out a cigarette, he realized that he was carrying a match with him. The small flame immediately lit up. The soldiers ignited a few pieces of waste paper. People nearby quickly gathered around, and everyone was greedily watching the precious light. But soon the pile of flames was trampled on by them, because some people suggested that the flames consume precious oxygen. Who knows whether the ventilation system of the tunnel is still working? The soldier's father was once a miner and told him many stories of the death of the mine, so he suggested that everyone sit in place and avoid consuming too much physical strength and oxygen.

Just as the soldiers' emotions fell into the valley of despair again, a series of metal friction sounded, and the huge explosion-proof door was suddenly opened, and the light shot out of the door fainted the soldiers' eyes.

"Oh my God, you are still here. Haven't you heard the notice from the command center?" exclaimed the second lieutenant on duty who locked them into the corridor.

"What notification? No one came to inform us at all." Jacob walked towards the door with a rifle on his back.

"Damn, the radio speaker of this auxiliary tunnel is broken again. Major General Mason issued an order, ordering everyone to withdraw from the fortress immediately. If the other two platoons in your company could not find me, I wouldn't know that you were still in the tunnel. Now everyone has packed up their things and followed me immediately. We have no time left." The lieutenant held a kerosene lamp in his hand and walked quickly towards the end of the tunnel.

"Dover Castle has been razed, all the ground buildings have been destroyed, and the collapsed bricks and stones have blocked exit No. 3, and the top of Tunnel No. 6 collapsed, and a whole battalion has been buried below. The telecommunications room and telephone station room have also been buried. The headquarters and command center have been blocked at the other end of the tunnel. I hope the emergency exit there can be used. The Germans have collapsed exit No. 1, all three shafts have collapsed, and the water pump room has been buried. The tunnel has been cut off. We must now withdraw from Exit No. 2 as soon as possible. Once there is another problem, we will be trapped in this underground maze like mice."
Chapter completed!