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This is the story of two teenage British boys in a Britain occupied by the Germans, which is what might have happened if the Nazis had successfully carried out their plans to invade Britain under Operation Sea Lion in the 1940s. Alan Mitchell and Sam Roberts study at St. John's Academy in the fictional Cambridgeshire market town of Hereward. Their Home Guard unit is defeated and the Schutzstaffel (S.S.) massacres the prisoners but the boys escape and return to German occupied Hereward. They deal with challenges such as an older sister with an S.S. boyfriend, the British resistance, fascist collaborators and the German occupiers. They decide to fight against the New Order which results in murder and mayhem, chaos and carnage, culminating with the boys' assassination attempt against the puppet king Edward VIII.
awkwardly. “That way!” Berraud charged towards the German like an angry bull and lowered his shoulder. He caught the Nazi in his solar plexus and brought his knee up into the man’s stomach for good measure driving the air from the S.S. man’s lungs. The German fell backwards, striking his skull on the pavement with a loud crack. Renaud didn’t break his stride and scooped up the S.S. officer’s Luger pistol from his limp fingers. “Come on!” Berraud shouted over his shoulder. They ran
their heads. “Unfortunately, I was summoned to London on Tuesday at short notice. I found out about the gun battle and the deaths of the terrorists on Wednesday morning. I tried to get a message to Sturmbannfuhrer Munchausen to free the hostages, but terrorists had cut the telephone lines between London and Hereward and for some reason we couldn’t raise Hereward on the radio,” Schuster explained. “So I sent a dispatch rider. He didn’t get there in time. By this time the crowd had got ugly. Our
enough here. I’m bringing up the Fourth S.S. Regiment tonight and they’ll take up position behind you. Tomorrow at dawn we’ll attack the British and you’ll see how real Germans fight. Do your best to hold your position tonight,” Schuster walked forward until he stood inches from von Schnakenberg’s face; “However, I do give you permission to retreat if the Home Guard launch an attack…armed with pitchforks…” Chapter Two Hans Schuster had fought on the Western Front during the Great War
Prisoner-of-War Camp where he had spent another six weeks hobbling around on a pair of crutches. On Christmas day he had escaped from the camp with five other survivors of the massacre. They had split up into pairs, but his companion had become seriously ill and had died. It had taken Hook about a month to reach Scotland. Mason described how he had managed to run away when the S.S. men began firing. He had hidden that night in a forest and had stripped off any insignia identifying him as a
wreck. He fell forwards as the lorry traveling behind him ploughed into his A.P.C.’s rear. My God, he thought. We’re trapped. “Everybody out!” he bellowed. Von Pfuhlstein looked down into the driver’s cab. The driver was dead. He lay slumped over his steering wheel. Von Pfuhlstein and his men piled over the sides of the half-track. The S.S. armoured car gunner lined up his cannon on the group of German soldiers leaping over the sides of the A.P.C. The gunner pressed the trigger. Bullets