Chapter five hundred and fifty seventh million dead
As Mosley's guard force, this group of German boys have now been able to easily transfer Mosley out of the house under house arrest, but even if they complete their control of Mosley, they will still face bigger problems.
That's how to take Mosley and escape from London, which is guarded by tens of thousands of troops and thousands of police.
"Do you have any good ideas?" In Hans's secret meeting room, he brainstormed everyone's suggestions for this operation.
It is said to be a secret meeting room, but in fact it is the security force commander's room temporarily assigned to Captain Hans by the London government.
It has to be said that London's top management really cares about this group of "elites". This small captain's office can actually accommodate a full 30 people for a meeting, and it doesn't look crowded at all.
"I have a good idea, but..." Renn spoke first.
"But what? Speak clearly." Seeing that Ren had a solution, Hans couldn't wait to ask.
"However, this is unfair to some of our comrades." Renn hesitated for a while and then said.
"What do you mean?" Ren's words left everyone confused. As the commander, Hans also didn't understand what kind of medicine Ren was selling in this gourd.
"London is heavily defended. If our team wants to escape London with Mosley, we must ensure that we have a written order to evacuate. Of course, don't worry about this. We have already brought the forged written order. Normally
The British military personnel can't see any flaws." Lane analyzed.
"We all know this. The key is that the London police around the house of arrest are a problem. We can't take Mosley away under their noses," Hans said to Lane.
"Yes, that's right, what I'm going to say next is the key point. We have to rely on the operation of the time difference to take the person away under the eyes of the London police." Renn replied calmly.
Hans and the other 28 soldiers opened their eyes very wide and raised their ears, wanting to see what plan this devilish Ren had come up with.
"I have read an ancient Chinese book before, which tells a story called a civet cat exchanged for a prince. Today we can just practice this method and see if the Chinese method is practical or not?"
Ren finally got the point across, but no one else in the army had ever heard of the allusion of "a raccoon cat for a prince."
Sure enough, they all still stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, not knowing what Ren was talking about.
"Ren, I know that you are well-educated and well-educated, but we are not all as well-informed as you. You have to explain to us what you mean by 'a civet cat for a prince'." Captain Hans was the first to propose.
doubt.
Indeed, although this kid Ren is smart, he always likes to show off.
"Okay, okay, then I will explain to you what 'a civet cat exchanges for a prince'." Anyway, now we are only one movie away from success, so Renn is in the mood to slowly explain his erudition to everyone.
After a brief explanation, everyone basically understood this simple allusion.
"But what does this have to do with us rescuing Mosley?" Suddenly, a soldier woke up from the story and asked Ren.
"Here, Mosley is the prince, and one of us is the civet cat. This requires one of our soldiers to pretend to be Mosley, take his place, and stay in the house under house arrest. And Mosley is
You can disguise yourself as one of our soldiers and escape London with us." Lane explained.
"Oh! So that's it!" Hans and the soldiers suddenly realized.
"What a good idea, what a good idea!" The soldiers commented one after another, and all of them praised Ren's good idea.
But after the praise, the group of German soldiers thought of another question: Who will be the unlucky civet cat? When the soldiers thought about this question, they fell silent, and none of them spoke anymore.
Finally, an SS sergeant named Clarkson broke the silence: "Let me be the civet cat. My figure is not much different from Mosley's. I think as long as I deal with my hairstyle, it will be fine."
I'll be able to fool those London policemen."
In fact, the guarding work on the inside has been completely transferred to Hans and the others. After all, in the eyes of the British police, these soldiers are real elites. The police assigned to the relatively outer position can also be seen from a certain distance away.
It's really hard to tell apart a replacement who wears Mosley's clothes and has a similar body type and hairstyle.
In fact, as an ardent Reinhardt supporter, Clarkson had long been prepared to sacrifice for the Third Reich and the Socialist Workers Party. The specific method of sacrifice was not the most important to him.
of.
Compared with the Wehrmacht, which believed in "obedience is the bounden duty of soldiers," the SS believed in "the worship of the National Socialist Party and Reinhardt."
In fact, the crazy spirit of sacrifice inspired by this kind of worship is far greater than the common military belief that "obeying orders is a bounden duty"!
"Then, this glorious mission is entrusted to you, Sergeant Clarkson. The German Empire will always remember your meritorious service." Captain Hans nodded, feeling somewhat pleased and speaking to him somewhat naturally.
"I am ready to sacrifice for the Empire and the Führer at any time. This is nothing." Sergeant Clarkson said firmly.
On the side, Ren and his paratrooper squad members from the National Defense Force were trembling a little for some reason.
The average age of these SS soldiers is only 25 years old, and most of the members are young people. Not long ago, they seemed innocent and innocent. When they communicated with Renn and others, they gave people the feeling of being neighborhood boys.
But when fighting hard, Renn believes that they are the devil in the eyes of any opponent!
"My glory is loyalty!" This is not just an empty slogan of the SS.
This is faith!
Moreover, looking at the vague expression of naturalness in the captain's words of approval, Renne could realize that fanatical warriors like Clarkson were by no means a minority among the ranks of the SS!
If he had to use one word to describe the SS, then Lane believed that he would definitely choose the word "ruthless".
Be ruthless to your enemies, and even more ruthless to yourself!
What made Ren suddenly feel a little frightened was that such a team full of ruthless people had grown so large without even realizing it.
Steve's Waffen SS, Ross's Gestapo, and the Special Forces SS, their total number...should be in the millions now!
Millions of dead soldiers!
When did the head of state start preparing such a force?
In his memory, Ren found that it seemed to have happened twenty years ago...
