Chapter Five Hundred and Fiftieth Chapter Supervising Colonel
Sure enough, Wren and his team met the British National Guard troops less than 10 miles south.
"Who are you?" A British captain of the National Guard asked when he saw Lane and his party coming from an unknown place and took two steps forward.
"My name is Jackson. I am a captain and platoon leader of the 6th Division who returned from the Expeditionary Force. I was ordered to go to London, but the road is far away and we don't have trucks, so I want to borrow two trucks from you." Captain Hans said with an expression.
He walked forward naturally and spoke in fluent Cockney English.
"I'm sorry, we only have a total of four trucks here. I can't lend them to you without orders from my superiors. Because they are used to transport the wounded on the front line." The captain of the National Guard replied, with a very strong tone, as if
It's like no discussion.
Fortunately, the British National Guard captain did not seem to notice anything unusual about the unit in front of him.
"I beg you, Captain, is there really no discussion?" Hans continued, pretending to be embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."
After looking at the National Guardsmen opposite, which numbered about four to five hundred people, Hans wisely gave up the idea of robbing them.
"Okay, let's find another way." Hans had no choice but to compromise.
According to Hans's past temper, he really wanted to open up the battle and give this group of National Guardsmen a fight with low combat effectiveness and short-sightedness. But now is not the time. Their goal is to rescue the hostages, not
To show off one's passion for the moment.
"Stop!" Just as Hans and the others were about to find other British teams nearby to steal cars, a voice suddenly sounded behind them.
Captain Hans, Renne and other non-commissioned officers were shocked at the same time, but they still deliberately kept calm on their faces.
"Pretend you didn't hear it first!" Hans reminded the surrounding German squad leaders in a low voice.
"Stop, the infantry in front of me, stop immediately!" The caller found that Hans's troops still had no tendency to stop, and quickly trotted to catch up.
"Have you been discovered?" Hans was suspicious in his heart, but he still pretended to shout the British army's command: "Stand still!"
Upon hearing this order, Renne's group immediately stopped in unison. The whole process was smooth and smooth, quite like the German army's habit of maintaining a spectacular formation.
However, what they didn't expect was that the person who ordered them to stop actually had no ill intentions.
"It's incredible, Captain, is this your unit? I haven't seen such a strict marching column for a long time. Which section are you in?" A senior British officer caught up and exclaimed in surprise.
He walked up to Hans and looked at this group of neatly formed and well-equipped soldiers with approving eyes.
This man was one of the colonels who came from London to the front line to supervise the battle on the orders of Churchill. When passing by, he happened to see Hans's troops.
After experiencing the failure of Dunkirk, the British Army's crazy expansion has declined sharply, both in terms of weapons and equipment and the quality of its troops. There are very few troops of this level. That's why the supervising colonel was immediately recognized at a glance.
Hans was attracted by this elite infantry platoon.
"Thank you for the compliment, colonel! We are the third platoon of the first company of the second battalion of the third regiment of the 6th division of the British Expeditionary Force. We are one of the few teams that was lucky enough to withdraw from Dunkirk. I am Captain Jackson, the platoon leader." Hans held his head high.
He replied loudly. If you don't know the inside story, you can even feel a hint of pride as a member of the expeditionary force from his words.
But in fact, Hans's resolute and brave look was all fake. Now all he could think about was how to deal with this senior regular officer in front of him.
"Colonel? How come there is a colonel among the National Guard militia?" Hans found that the back of his shirt in his uniform was already wet with sweat nervously.
If the newly recruited British troops cannot detect their flaws, this colonel, who is obviously from the regular army, must have experienced hundreds of battles. If they are not careful, they will be discovered by this man.
"What's wrong, Captain Jackson, do you have any questions?" The British colonel came over and asked with a smile.
"Colonel, I have nothing serious to do. I just want to take the liberty to ask, what is the reason why you stopped us?" Hans looked directly into the colonel's eyes and asked.
"Actually, it's not a big deal." The colonel said with a comfortable expression.
"You have a very good team of men. I can see that they have received very strict training. So I want to arrange a special mission for you. But I also have a question. I heard that your 6th Division is not in Dunkirk.
Was the German army annihilating the outer area of Croatia? How did you withdraw?" The colonel looked at Hans doubtfully, his eyes filled with a very strange feeling.
"us......"
Just when Captain Hans was at a loss and didn't know what to say, Ren, who had an idea, hurriedly took two steps and one step at a time before the secret was revealed, rushed forward and said: "We are a company directly under the division. At that time, in order to protect Staff Officer Jack,
He went to the headquarters and left the main force. Later, he returned to the country with the headquarters."
When Ren said this, he was talking nonsense almost without changing his expression.
Because the British Expeditionary Force retreated into the country, the organization was so chaotic that it was basically impossible to smoothly count who belonged to which troops, which troops and which parts survived. Therefore, even if the British colonel in front of him called
It is difficult to get an accurate result in a short time even if it is confirmed by the London authorities.
But now that the war has fully begun, the opponent, who is exhausted, has no energy to investigate the organizational problems of a platoon-level unit in the district.
"Very good, second lieutenant." The colonel looked at the title of honor worn by Renne, nodded slightly in approval.
Then the British colonel turned to Hans and said loudly: "Captain Jackson, in the name of the High Command in London, I now accept your command. Your people are now under my command."
"What, Mr. Colonel, can you tell me what happened? We are troops assigned to the Dover Defense Command. You can't just let us go with you with just one sentence, can you?" Hans continued to make up lies.
Dealing with the British Colonel.
"Captain, you need to know what you should do first. As a war supervisor personally sent by the Prime Minister, I represent the High Command in London! And I am thinking about you. Excellent troops like you should not be wasted in trench warfare.
It is more suitable to go to London to protect the safety of senior leaders." The colonel said half-advisory and half-command.
"What? Going to London?" Ren suddenly interjected from the side, his tone full of excitement.
"What's wrong? Lieutenant, what's the problem?" the colonel asked.
"Oh no, there's no problem. It's just that my hometown is London, so I was a little excited just now." Renn cleverly used a lie to cover up his mistake just now.
Obviously, the British colonel did not see the little flaw that Ren showed when he was excited.
"Don't worry, you will get a written order, and it will be issued by the Ministry of War." The colonel continued to assure Hans and others: "I need this reliable and elite force now, and the British Empire also needs this force.
The leaders in London need you more. Captain Jackson, you can order your people to stay put and I will call London immediately and ask my superiors to send written orders." The colonel turned to Hans and said.
"Well...then I have no choice but to accept the order." Hans pretended to hesitate for a while, then nodded slightly.
Although they pretended to be hesitant, only Hans himself knew how lucky they were this time.
With the British colonel as a "tour guide" from London, it would be much easier than Hans and the others tricking two trucks into driving to London according to the map!
