The supervising colonel from London could not wait to temporarily leave the "elite" unit he had discovered, and immediately went to the Dover forward headquarters to pick up the paper report sent there.
As soon as the colonel left, Ren and Hans became happy.
"Hahaha, our luck is really too good. We originally wanted to borrow a car to go to London, but we didn't expect that we would be taken to London by a colonel from London as a guide." Lane.
He smiled at Captain Hans.
"Yes, thank you for saving me just now, otherwise we would have been exposed. Not to mention, you are really a talent." Hans said half-jokingly.
"Haha, I was just talking nonsense. I originally thought I couldn't deceive this British guy, but I didn't expect him to believe it so easily." Ren said modestly.
"Ren, this is your credit. I will report it to my superiors when I get back and give you credit!" Hans encouraged Ren with a smile, his eyes full of recognition for him.
"Then I won't be humble, so I'll reluctantly accept the credit." Seeing Hans' insistence, Renn couldn't refuse anymore.
"Then what should we do next? Hans...oh no, Captain Frank." Ren asked.
"Next, we will split up and continue to look for trucks around. I estimate that it will take two hours for the colonel to go back and forth. In two hours, we will bring the truck here to meet him." Hans directed everyone.
However, two hours later, after Hans and the others returned to the gathering place, they still did not get the truck they wanted from the National Guardsmen.
The reason is simple. This National Guard truck has just been transferred by a general from the Dover army.
Just when they were at a loss what to do, the colonel who went to the Dover forward headquarters to receive written orders came back.
What they didn't expect was that the colonel not only brought back written orders, but also brought two trucks and two truck drivers.
"It seems that people with high military ranks are more effective. If we had known better, we would have persuaded the captain to pretend to be a British colonel!" Ren said in a low voice to his comrades next to him.
Hans, who had sharp ears, heard Lane's whisper. He also turned to the British colonel in the distance and joked softly: "If this is possible, I would rather pretend to be Churchill and directly order the British National Guards on the front line to retreat."
"Hahaha..." When these German soldiers heard what Captain Hans said, they all couldn't help laughing without exception.
"What are you laughing at? Why, can't you wait to go to London?" Seeing the soldiers laughing so happily, the colonel tried to blend in with their jokes.
After saying that, he came over to Ren and said to him alone: "Second Lieutenant, I remember that you are from London and will be going home soon. How do you feel?"
"It feels great, Colonel. I am very excited thinking about seeing my relatives, parents and children, and the streets of London that I have missed for a long time." Renn's tone was very vivid, as if he really
Like a soldier looking forward to returning home.
Coupled with a fluent Cockney accent, the British colonel was still successfully deceived by Lane this time without seeing any flaws.
"Stand still! Look to the right! Walk together!" Under Hans' English command, the group of German soldiers successfully boarded the truck heading for London.
The group of them was divided into two parts. One part was led by the British colonel himself and sat in the first truck, while the second part was led by Hans and Renn and sat in the second truck. The two trucks were in front of each other.
Soon we were on the way to London.
Since this senior officer from the High Command in London personally led the team, the journey of the special team was basically smooth and smooth.
Soon, they came to a small southern town a few miles away from London. Because this town is very close to London and has beautiful scenery, almost all London citizens have visited this place.
Coincidentally, the driver who was in the same car with Wren was also a native of London. Before they set off, the driver heard the colonel saying that Wren was also a Londoner, so he started talking to Wren.
This was not an easy task for Renn. Fortunately, the clever Renn did some homework before setting off, so ordinary conversations were not difficult for him.
Seeing Renn, an authentic German, talking about the local humanities and history of London with a real Londoner, Hans was also able to shed a cold sweat for Renn.
But this time, Renn did not disappoint everyone. When he encountered something unclear, he cleverly avoided it by changing the subject. In addition, whenever he had the opportunity, he took the lead in the conversation and told the driver some irrelevant information.
, a fabricated story about his heroic battle at Dunkirk.
Just when everyone thought everything would go as smoothly as they expected until they successfully arrived in London, something unexpected happened.
Wren did indeed do enough research on London before coming to the UK, but he did not consider the towns around London, even these particularly famous tourist towns.
"Hey, the scenery here is really nice. I really miss the time when I came here to play with my parents when I was a child. What about you, Second Lieutenant? You and your parents must have spent a lot of good times here, right?" The driver looked at it.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, he smiled and said to Ren.
"The scenery here is quite beautiful, but I have never been here when I was a child." Ren replied lightly, wanting to skip this unfamiliar topic as quickly as possible.
"What? You haven't been here! Almost all Londoners were brought to this beautiful town by their parents when they were children. This is the custom of Londoners and is almost unchanged. It has never stopped once." The driver asked in surprise.
Dorian.
"I know, but I really haven't been here because my parents don't like to travel far away." Ren replied reluctantly, his eyes full of panic and uncertainty.
"Is that so? I remember my mother told me that this is the custom of us Londoners. Even if we are sick, we have to bring our children here to play. Lieutenant, didn't you live in London when you were a child?" The driver continued to ask Renn.
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"Uh... I didn't live in London when I was a child. No, I lived in London all the time when I was a child." Ren was obviously confused by this question and started to make incoherent remarks.
The driver looked warily at Ren and Captain Hans next to him. Suddenly, he noticed a murderous look flashed in their eyes.
"What happened to the car behind? Why did it stop?" The colonel in front saw the car behind stopped and quickly ordered the leading truck to stop so that he could get out and ask about the situation.
"It's okay, it's just that the driver in our car had a bad stomach and went to the toilet on the grass. Let's wait for him here. I think he will be back soon." Captain Hans said perfunctorily to the British colonel who came over.
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"That's right, okay, then you can set off as soon as possible. Hurry up, we still have missions when we get to London!" The colonel said to them seriously, and after that, he returned to his car.
A few minutes later, the "driver" came back. However, although the driver was about the same size as before, he clearly felt that there was something different from before. Moreover, after the driver came back, he didn't say a word and walked up with his head buried.
The driver's seat. At the same time, a soldier about the same size as the driver disappeared behind the truck.
More than an hour later, the two trucks loaded with "British elites" finally arrived in London. And the task they were assigned happened to be to assist and lead the London police to ensure that Mosley, who was under house arrest, would not be arrested.
British mainland, robbed by Mosley's former fascists.
Sometimes, coincidences are really scary.
For example, the mission assigned to the "Elite Platoon" by the British almost overlapped seamlessly with the German mission Hans and the others received!