At the border between Gibraltar and Spain, British troops stood in neat ranks under their officers' command. Opposite them was the thinly scattered Spanish army. Compared with the British troops, the Spaniards' formation was undoubtedly a complete mess. It was clear enough that their combat strength left much to be desired.
Moreover, the British force numbered several thousand men, while the Spanish army had fewer than a thousand.
Yet the Spaniards wore haughty expressions, as though they had won a great victory. The British troops, likewise, looked jubilant. The whole scene was utterly absurd.
Under their officers' command, the British troops handed over their weapons. The rifles were piled up like small mountains. Light machine guns and heavy machine guns were lined up in rows. Various artillery pieces were also arranged neatly at the front.
"Your Excellency General, the time is about right. In accordance with the agreement between our two countries, we have withdrawn from Gibraltar." Glad, the British Governor of Gibraltar, wore a broad smile.
Although surrendering to the weak and incompetent Spaniards seemed like a lifetime's disgrace, compared to preserving his own life, it was undoubtedly an enormous bargain. If the Germans attacked Gibraltar, the few thousand troops stationed there simply could not withstand their assault. When that time came, not only would the officers and soldiers suffer terrible casualties, but he himself might not come to a good end either. How could he possibly escape as easily as he could now, simply by handing Gibraltar over to the Spaniards?
As for whether the Germans would fly into a towering rage and use force against Spain, that was no longer something he could consider.
"Very well!" Major General Donald of Spain said with a bitter expression. His troops were closest to Gibraltar, so he had been sent