Battle of the Third Reich

"Hi, soldier, show me your rifle. ▲∴▲∴," Corporal Jigkins said to the young soldier in front of him with his arms akimbo.

"Sir, good, sir." The seventeen-year-old soldier answered with a raised head, and then held the rifle in front of him. The corporal took the Lienfield mk-i, skillfully opened the insurance, pulled the bolt, and checked the gun and the barrel.

"The maintenance is good, soldier. This is a good gun. You must love it like your own eyeball, because on the battlefield you can only rely on the rifle in your hand."

Giggins returned the rifle to the soldiers, but while he wanted to continue to say something to consolidate his authority, he was interrupted by the call of the company commander not far away.

"Now, the entire platoon rests on the spot." Giggins gave a rest order to his infantry platoon.

"What's the problem, sir." Giggins asked before the new company commander. In his eyes, the young lieutenant was simply that the baby's hair hadn't shed its milk, and it wasn't dry. Before, he saw more of this kind of gold-plated family children, but at this time, if you dare to enter the army, you must have extraordinary courage. This makes Jikins feel a little admiration. The nobility is still very honorable at some time. .

Perhaps it is the second son of the family. This is a customary rule. The noble family members and sons inherit the knighthood, the second son joins the army, and if there is a third son, they are sent to the church to become clergy. This is the so-called trinity, the cornerstone of power. .

"How about these soldiers, Jigkins, I need to hear your opinion." The young lieutenant will never be more than 20 years old. In order to increase his appearance, he still has a beard on his upper lip, but Jigkins It seems that the effect is really limited.

"Half of them were recruited militiamen, many of them were ordinary workers and civilians, and all had only received some basic infantry training, but I dare to guarantee that these are brave heroes, and their morale is very strong. They all look forward to hurrying up. To kill the Germans on the battlefield." Giggins made no secret of his respect for his men.

"They will have a chance soon, and let us immediately go to Norwood Park. Support the third battalion of the Scottish Infantry Regiment there. Now the second and third rows are still rushing here, the top is very tight, I hope you Take your row now and start immediately." The second lieutenant held the holster on his waist with one hand on his back and tried to make him look confident. Jigkins has long seen the essence of the other party's strength and ability, the pretending boy is still a little bit young, you don't have to shake your legs.

"Observe, sir." Giggins is a professional soldier, and it is his personal credo to obey orders. So although I had some personal views on this decision, I still accepted the order without hesitation. The army sergeant stepped **** the right leg to salute a standard military salute to the lieutenant, and then turned to run towards his infantry.

"This is what we found in the garbage dump over there. At present, we have found five parachutes. It seems that at least five people parachuted here last night. It is just not known whether it was the pilot who was shot down or the paratrooper who was dropped. "A sergeant reported their findings to Kenton, a senior inspector of Scotland Yard.

When it was discovered that the Scottish brigade found that one of its patrol units was missing, it was already early in the morning. God knew how they would spend the night and found that there were fewer people in their team. The body of the patrol was quickly discovered by the search personnel. The murderer did not seem to care about his crime at all. There was no trace of artificial concealment on the scene.

Scotland Yard was asked to send the most capable force to investigate, hoping to find the murderer's whereabouts from the clues of the scene. But it turned out that Kempton did not receive a formal order until 8 am. The group of bureaucrats remained dull until this time. After arriving at the scene, the police did not spend much effort and found a lot of evidence. Because there are too many traces left by the opponent, it can be said that they are all over the ground and placed in the past. This is simply a blatant contempt and provocation for Scotland Yard.

"It should be a German paratrooper. This is a standard 7.92mm heavy-tipped bullet shell. It is a military item. Look at the bodies of these soldiers, and then look at the bullet marks nearby. They were shot by German machine guns." The inspector walked to the wall , Took a pen from his pocket and inserted it into the bullet hole on the wall.

"This should be the earliest location to be shot. Look at the trajectory, the bullet comes from above." Kempton looked up at the sky diagonally above.

"The other party started shooting from the air. Without special training, ordinary paratroopers can't do this. This should be the elite paratroopers of Germany, just like the special forces like Gormand." Kempton put away the pen. He raised his shoulders with his hands and looked at the row of corpses covered by the blanket on the side of the road, then said to the sheriff.

"We are in trouble. This is not an opponent that we can cope with. I will report back to Scotland Yard immediately. This should be resolved by the military. We better not intervene in this matter."

After speaking, the senior inspector patted the sheriff's shoulder. "I'll leave it to you here, clean it up and find some people to carry the body away."

"Wait a minute, there are two more boxes." Lipton shouted loudly at the trailer that was about to start.

"It's this nasty guy again, it's really a delay." The driver muttered the cigarette and grunted the brakes.

"Thank you, thank you." The third-class secretary of the Ministry of the Interior carefully put the leather briefcase in his hand into the carriage of the trailer, then took out the handkerchief and crawled into the cab while wiping sweat.

"Thanks, I thought I was going to catch the next trip." Lipton gasped to the driver.

"What are you doing so anxiously, Mr. Lipton." The driver vomited smoke and pulled down the gear. This small trailer was modified by the famous Austin VII car. The rear compartment can carry half a ton of materials, but the choice is now. It is not because of excellent performance, but it is relatively small in size, suitable for action in the tunnel.

"I'm going to take stock of the past shipments, and it will be completely closed tonight."

"So fast? Sealed? Is the rumor outside true? We can't hold London, the Germans will soon come in?" The driver glanced at the little bureaucrat on the side in surprise. He got along for two days, he knew Although the man's position is not high, the news is very well informed.

"Don't think about it, Mr. Herbert. Things are not as bad as you think. Moreover, even if the Germans come in, they won't take us little people like us." Lipton wiped the sweat from his head and handkerchief. Hanging on the car window to dry, he took out a delicate cigarette case from the pocket of the three-piece suit and pulled out a cigarette with a filter from the inside.

"This is really a high-end product, sir, where did you get it?"

"Last time I sent documents for Sir Rees. Your Excellency the Minister sent me. It is said to be French goods. It looks the same to me." Lipton proudly flaunted the driver, suggesting that he and the Minister of Transport could take the ride Good words.

"It's all stuff inside, and it's going to be sealed in this tunnel." Herbert looked at the other party with envy and haze, he quietly flicked the cigarette butts out of the car window, and choked off Broken smoke in the mouth.

"This is not something you should know, Mr. Herbert, even temptation. Small people like us must learn to control their mouths in order to live for a hundred years."

"Okay, I know, don't scare people like this." Herbert's face was disobedient.

"It's not all money inside." He turned his head around and asked quietly again.

"Money? This is something more precious than money. The future renaissance of the British Empire depends on these things. As long as we keep these wealth, the empire can come back at any time." Lipton tilted his head and looked at with contempt. On the edge of this stupid, inexperienced learner, this guy has only money in his head, no wonder he can only be a humble driver.

"More precious than money? Is it a gold bar? Obedient, so many boxes, how much is it worth? Let me figure it out. The price of gold right now is..."

"Oh, my God, you are hopeless, Mr. Herbert. Well, in order to avoid your crankiness, I will give you a thorough understanding. These are the most important information and documents, which relate to the core of the empire. Confidential. As long as we have these things in hand, we have the capital to rise again. This is the wealth left to our future generations. It must not fall into the hands of the enemy. You understand, Mr. Herbert." Lipton put his cigarette butts Threw out the window.

"It turns out that I understand, Mr. Lipton, I will be tight-lipped, you have to trust my credit." Herbert felt like he heard something that he should not have heard, he quickly swears at the other party, no Will leak a little news.

The tunnel was not too long. The truck quickly drove to the bottom of the cave. Stacked by huge concrete boxes against solid concrete walls, several soldiers were guarding Thomson.

"Herbert, do me a favor and unload the file box for me." Lipton ordered to the driver.

"No problem, Mr. Lipton." The driver quickly opened the door and walked to the side of the car, leaning over and pulling up the two file boxes. At this moment he suddenly heard a click. The driver looked up in confusion, but saw that the third-class secretary was standing opposite the carriage, holding a pistol at his forehead.

"Hello..." Herbert's eyes widened in surprise.

"Slap!" A gunshot sounded, and it appeared exceptionally loud in the tunnel, stirring an echo.

"It's okay, don't be nervous." Lipton raised his arm and shouted at the soldier who was waiting for the flat-end barrel.

"This is a German spy. I have solved him. I am responsible for everything." Lipton slowly slapped his pistol back into his waist, then turned to the other side of the truck to check the driver's body.

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