Compared with the Dover landing operation, the Portsmouth landing operation launched by the German army suddenly appeared to be simpler, because the defending British army did not expect that the German army would choose Portsmouth instead of the near one. In addition, Dover had already
The attack began, which further relaxed Churchill's defense against Portsmouth.
Therefore, the battle on the Portsmouth front can be described as a one-sided situation.
This also provided an opportunity for Hans and his party to leave London by truck.
"Report Captain, we are about to reach a fork in the road ahead, one to the left to join the Allied forces in the Dover area, and one to the right to join our troops in the direction of Portsmouth. Captain, which road should we take?
"A soldier reported to Hanshui.
Hans took the map and studied it carefully. As he read it, he analyzed: "According to the information obtained before departure, our army should be stronger in the Portsmouth area, which means that the British army will be weaker there. I
I think Portsmouth would be more suitable for us."
"Yes, I completely agree with Captain Hans's opinion, and my suggestion is also to go to Portsmouth." Ren agreed from the side.
"Then it's settled, we'll take the left road and head southwest to Portsmouth. You go notify Buck, who is driving the truck behind, and tell them not to go in the wrong direction," Captain Hans told the soldier.
said.
"Yes, Captain, I'll do it right away." After saying that, the soldier waved a flag out the window to signal the vehicles behind him to stop, and jogged down to convey Captain Hans's order.
Next, they will use the forged passes to move all the way to Portsmouth, until the London police discover that Mosley, who is under house arrest, has already been transferred.
In fact, it was already four hours later when the British discovered that Mosley had been kidnapped by this special forces unit. By then, Hans and the others had already arrived in the Epsom area, more than 200 miles away from London.
However, with the attention of senior officials in London, their forged passes were of no use.
London was naturally very angry about this matter and ordered strict inspections at all checkpoints along the way, paying special attention to small groups of about 30 people. If found, they would immediately detain this group and report to their superiors for support. If they encountered
If the other party resists firepower, eliminate them immediately without reporting them first.
Of course, that being said, if there really was a fight between the two sides, there would be absolutely no way to stop this special platoon without a company of British government troops, or a battalion of the National Guard.
However, the group of people led by Hans still knew nothing about these situations for the time being, and still headed towards Portsmouth with great arrogance.
When they reached a checkpoint in the Guildford area, something unexpected happened.
Hans still showed his forged passes to these people as he did at the beginning, but this time, the other people didn't seem to buy it.
"Everyone in the car, please get off and undergo careful interrogation!" a National Guard lieutenant at the checkpoint shouted sternly.
"Brother, what do you mean? What? Our passes are no longer valid?" Hans pretended to be surprised and asked the British second lieutenant, who was two ranks lower than himself.
"Captain, let me ask you, how many people are there in your unit? Where are you planning to go? What is the mission?" The second lieutenant asked Hans rudely.
"We are a group, 30 people in total. We came from London to prepare to go to Portsmouth to resist the Germans there." Hans said confidently.
"That's right, we are probably looking for you." Lieutenant Hejia replied firmly.
"What do you mean? I can tell you that you are responsible for delaying our time and allowing the Germans to successfully land! Do you think I went to Portsmouth for vacation? I went to the front line to bleed! You are doing this for no reason
If you detain us, I will report it to my superiors and hold you accountable!"
Captain Hans roared loudly to the militia second lieutenant, and this voice really scared the other party into a cold war.
After hearing what Hans said, the second lieutenant obviously seemed a little shaken. After all, the other party was an officer from the regular army, and there was still a big difference between him and a wild officer like himself.
Just like the ranks of the SS in Germany, they are different from the ranks of the Wehrmacht. In the UK, the ranks of the National Guard are also different from those of the British Army.
However, these self-defense forces in the UK do not have the same background as the German SS, and they have the support of a head of state. They are really just a group of militiamen, a group of cannon fodder captured by Churchill.
After all, the second lieutenant still lacked the confidence to answer Captain Hans: "Captain, it's not that I won't let you go, this is an order sent to us from above, telling us to keep each unit of 30 people and wait for the army to send officers.
Come and check, and we will not be able to let you go until the superiors authenticate you."
"Am I not an army officer?" Hans pretended to be angry and yelled at the second lieutenant.
This roar made the militia second lieutenant tremble in fright.
Seeing that the threat had some effect on the young second lieutenant, Hans continued: "Well, I can wait for your superiors here. But I can tell you that a general on the Portsmouth front line was injured by a bomb during the war.
, is undergoing surgery now and is in urgent need of antibiotics, and while our platoon is heading to the front line, we are also responsible for delivering medicine to the general. If you delay our delivery of medicine to the general, you will bear all the consequences!"
After that, Hans rolled up the window, lit a cigarette, and slowly started smoking in the car.
But when the second lieutenant outside the car heard what Hans said, beads of sweat as big as raindrops suddenly appeared on his forehead, and they fell down drop by drop from his forehead.
"What can we do?" the second lieutenant thought as he walked back and forth on the spot.
This is indeed a difficult problem for him. On the one hand, it is the order from the summit, and on the other hand, it is the life of a general. He seems to be unable to offend both sides.
But...if he forced himself to "not see the troops delivering medicine", would everything be solved soon?
Finally, he made up his mind and said to Hans: "Forget it, I'll make an exception and let you go. The general's life is still important. You hurry up and deliver the medicine! I'll pretend I haven't met you."
"That's right. How could we be German troops who have infiltrated? Look at our fluent English, do we look like Germans?" Hans said jokingly, "Then we'll leave first. Thank you brothers.
understand."
After that, Hans and the others continued on their journey to Portsmouth.
"I didn't expect the British to react very quickly. It only took a few hours to find out that Mosley had been switched, and now we are wanted." In the car, Hans said to Renne who was driving.
"By the way, can you roll down the window first? The smoke rings you spit out are killing me." Ren said to Hans who had rolled up the window to pretend to be cold: "But what you just acted is true.
Great, I almost believed the lie that you were going to deliver medicine to a British general."
"Hahaha, how about it? Should I ask the Berlin film industry to give me a Best Actor Award and invite me to participate in the next "Captain of Germany"?" Hans joked while rolling down the window.
.
"I think it's ok. Let's go back and ask when the filming of "Captain of Germany 2" will start? ... However, joking aside, I think we need to rearrange our troop configuration to deal with what the British are going to do next.
Check on us." After the joke, Ren said to Hans seriously.
"Yes, that's right. I'm also thinking about this issue. We will definitely encounter British inspections in the future, and it won't be so easy to get through every time. Do you have any good suggestions?" Hans said.
Clearing his throat, he asked Ren.
"I suggest that we separate our convoy, with 15 people in one car, heading towards Portsmouth in two ways. One team will be led by you, and the other team will be led by me. We should not be too far apart, front and rear.
Just about 10 miles will be enough, so that we can take care of each other if anything happens." Renn suggested to Hans.
"Well, that's a good idea. This should prevent the British from detaining us for interrogation based on the reference standard of 30 people. Just so I have two forged passes here, one for each of us is just enough." Hans
He smiled and said to Ren. "Then I'll go to the car at the back. You'll be in charge of this car. We'll keep our distance. If anything happens, we'll contact you via the radio."
"Okay, Captain Hans, I wish you good luck and a safe journey." Renn changed his words with a smile and called Hans by his real German name.
In addition to changing their names, they will soon be able to take off their childish British uniforms and put them back into handsome German uniforms!
