Chapter five hundred and sixtieth people who are not afraid of death
As the future managers of "Puppet Britain" chosen by the Third Reich, in addition to the Duke of Windsor in Berlin and Mosley in London, they are obviously more suitable.
And with the heroic sacrifice of SS Sergeant Clarkson, things in London have become much simpler.
The room where Mosley was under house arrest was located in a small three-story house, and Mosley was imprisoned in the conference room on the far right of the third floor. The door of the conference room was opened by a German disguised as a British man, that is, Hans
The subordinates are on guard. This does provide a lot of convenience.
But every half hour, there is a team of real British police patrolling the area.
Therefore, the time left for Hans and the others to act was only this short half hour.
Every half hour, this group of London police officers will assist Hans and the others to check whether Mosley is still in the room. As long as they can ensure that Mosley is safe and sound during the two checks at both ends of the interval, then,
No problem.
"But how do you get around the British police guarding the gate of this building? This is an insurmountable obstacle." Sergeant Clarkson, who had decided to stay, said worriedly.
"That's not easy. Just kill them, right?" said one of the impatient SS members.
"It is indeed easy to kill them, but this may disturb the police teams resting in other rooms of the building. If they all come out, it will be very troublesome." Captain Hans objected.
Fortunately, Renn, who proposed the entire plan, also considered this issue.
Therefore, on the first day that Renn arrived here, he took several of his brothers from the National Defense Force and got close to the British police responsible for guarding the gate.
Facing the new soldiers, the original guard policemen were not wary. They even said that they still admired the soldiers quite a bit.
In addition, Renn was also very generous. He exchanged all the British currency he carried before departure into cigarettes and distributed them to the policemen. After delivering the things and chatting for a while, Renn quickly established a good relationship with them.
personal relationship.
Of course, this also includes the bonuses brought to him by his status as a member of Rennes' elite force.
"Leave this matter to me, I have a way." Ren said confidently.
"Ren, are you sure? Then we will leave this matter to you." Although Hans was doubtful, he still chose to believe Renn. After all, this young man had given him too many surprises before.
"Leave it to me, no problem." Renn looked at Hans with a smile and assured him again.
"Okay, let's consider the next issue..." With Ren's guarantee, Hans temporarily skipped this topic and continued to perfect the rescue plan.
After all, before departure, no one can consider the specific situation that the special forces will face after arriving in London. Therefore, the detailed rescue plan can only be temporarily perfected as it is now after arrival.
After two hours of secret discussion, the four squad leaders, including Hans and Renn, have basically determined the rescue plan. The rescue plan will be carried out on the third night of their arrival in London, which is tonight.
Conducted at 8 o'clock.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the plan officially began to be implemented.
The sky in London is still beautiful. The stars in the night sky dot this ancient industrial city. The sky is dark blue and looks extraordinarily deep. This beautiful night is destined to be extraordinary.
Like the previous two days, Renn brought three or two people to the gate of this building and chatted with a team of police guards about his "heroic deeds" in Dunkirk. But the difference this time was that he
I brought two extra bottles of wine.
"Hey, Lieutenant Ander, you're here again. Come on, come on, tell us another story about how you beat up the German guy." One of the guard sergeants leading the team called out Ren's pseudonym.
.
It was indeed very boring for them to guard Maurice here day after day. They wished they had someone to chat with them and listen to Ren's made-up legendary stories to help them spend this boring time.
"Yes, that's right, I'm here to accompany you again. This time I brought two bottles of good stuff, so everyone can share some." Ren replied, waving the two bottles of whiskey in his hand.
You can feel the strong aroma of wine through the bottle, which is very attractive.
The eight policemen guarding the gate swallowed their saliva, but the sergeant leading the team was worried: "This...this is not okay. If those damn patrolling policemen see us drinking, it will be over."
, they will definitely report me to the director."
It can be seen that they really want to drink and have fun together, but they are forced to do so due to the regulations and do not dare to drink.
Seeing this situation, Ren took advantage of the situation and continued: "It's okay, you can go drink in the next room, just take a rest. I brought two brothers here to help you watch for a while, and if the patrol comes to fool you, I will go there later.
Already."
"This..." The police sergeant leading the team had begun to hesitate.
Then another policeman quickly fanned the flames and suggested: "Chief, I think it's not bad. With Lieutenant Ander here watching, no one in our police team dares to embarrass him."
"Then have a drink?"
"I see no problem."
"It's absolutely fine with me."
...
After a "fierce" psychological struggle, they finally decided to accept Rennes' invitation.
So, Lane left his soldiers at the gate and led eight policemen to another room on the second floor.
This is a room assigned to Hans, which was the room Hans used to hold secret discussions before. It has always been empty before, and no one will bother to check it now.
In other words, once a few policemen drink a drink mixed with a large amount of sleeping pills, they will be hard to detect when they are drowsy.
A few minutes later.
"I...I haven't had such a delicious wine in a long time." A policeman said drunkenly.
"Leave some...save some for me." The police sergeant seemed to be drunk and said: "I'll take a nap first, and then I'll continue drinking..."
"Huhuhu..." After a while, all eight policemen fell asleep.
"If the British are so stupid, then this battle will probably be over soon." Outside the room door, Renn, who confirmed that all the police officers were unconscious, whispered with a smile, his tone full of contempt.
Next, it’s Clarkson’s mission.
Captain Hans and Clarkson were seen quietly entering the house arrest room and waking up Mosley who had just fallen asleep.
Mosley was shocked when he saw them at first. He thought they were people sent by the British to end his life. But when he took a closer look, he was sure that they were Hans and his party who had confirmed their identity with him in the past two days.
, and when he saw Clarkson beginning to take off his military uniform and put on the clothes that Mosley had hung on the hanger before going to bed, he understood everything.
It seems that tonight is the time to implement the escape plan.
It's just that Mosley didn't expect that the Germans would make plans in the afternoon and start implementing them resolutely in the evening. This terrible execution surprised him!
"Mr. Mosley, you see, this is our ability." Hans smiled and said to Mosley lying on the bed: "Now, please put on this military uniform and leave with us immediately."
"Okay, okay. I'll change right away. You Germans are really awesome." Mosley replied excitedly after seeing what Hans and his team were capable of.
"But, what is the soldier who replaced me going to do next?" Mosley asked casually curiously as he changed his clothes excitedly.
"Mr. Mosley, you don't need to worry about this. We just hope that what you can do for the Empire is worth what the Empire pays for you!" Hans waved his hand, and the implication was very obvious.
"God, you..." Mosley suddenly understood something and looked at Clarkson who volunteered to die in disbelief.
Are there really people in this world who are not afraid of death?!
