Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 193: Chaos in the Imperial Capital (3)
"Hi, soldier, show me your rifle. www.しwxs." Corporal Jiggins said to the young soldier in front of him, akimbo.
"Sir, okay, sir." The seventeen-year-old private soldier raised his head and replied loudly, then held the rifle in front of him. The corporal took over the Lee Enfield mk-i, skillfully opened the safety, pulled the bolt, and checked the bolt and the barrel.
"It is well maintained, soldier. This is a good gun. You have to take care of it like your own eyes, because on the battlefield you can only rely on the rifle in your hand."
Jingkins returned the rifle to the private soldier, but when he wanted to continue to say something to consolidate his authority, he was interrupted by the call of the company commander not far away.
"Now, everyone in the platoon rests on the spot." Jiggins issued a rest order to his infantry platoon.
"What's the problem, sir." Jiggins ran to the new company commander and asked. In his eyes, this young ensign was simply unreliable because the lanugo hadn't been depleted and the milk had not dried. He had seen a lot of this kind of descendants of the gilded family before, but at this time he still dared to enter the army, he must have extraordinary courage, this made Jiggins feel a little admiration, the nobles still pay attention to honor at certain times .
Maybe it is the second son of which family. This is a customary rule. Aristocratic patriarchs inherit the title and the second son joins the army. If there is a third son, he will be sent to the church to become a priest. This is the so-called Trinity, power The cornerstone of rule.
"How about these soldiers, Jiggins, I need to hear your opinion." The young ensign will never be more than twenty years old. In order to increase the majesty of his appearance, he has a beard on his upper lip, but For Jiggins, the effect is really limited.
"Half of them were recruited militiamen. Many of them were just ordinary workers and civilians, all of whom had only received some basic infantry training. But I can guarantee that these are courageous men and their morale is very strong. They all look forward to being able to Hurry up and go to the battlefield to kill the Germans." Jiggins made no secret of his admiration for his men.
"They will have a chance soon. The above asked our company to immediately go to Norwood Park to support the third battalion of the Scottish Infantry Regiment there. Now the second and third platoons are still rushing here. The rush is very tight. I hope you will take your row and set off right now." The ensign held the holster around his waist with one hand behind him, trying his best to make himself look confident, but Jiggins had already seen through the nature of the opponent's strong outsiders, pretending to be The kid is still a little immature, you have the ability to keep your legs trembling.
"Yes, sir." Jiggins is a professional soldier, and obeying orders is his personal creed. So even though he had some personal opinions about this decision, he still accepted the order without hesitation. The army sergeant stepped **** the ground with his right leg and saluted the ensign, then turned and ran towards his infantry platoon.
"We found this in the garbage dump over there. Five parachutes have been found. It seems that at least five people parachuted and landed here last night. I just don’t know if it was the downed pilot or the airdrop. Paratroopers.” A sheriff reported their findings to Scotland Yard Senior Inspector Kempton.
When the Scottish brigade found out that one of its patrol units was missing, it was already early this morning. God knows how they would have passed the night and found out that their team was missing. The body of the patrol was quickly discovered by the search personnel. The murderer seemed to care nothing about his crime exposure, and there was no trace of man-made cover up at the crime scene.
Scotland Yard was asked to send the most capable force to investigate, hoping to find the whereabouts of the murderer from the clues on the scene. But it turned out that Kempton did not receive a formal order until eight in the morning. The bureaucrats were as slow as ever until this time. After arriving at the scene, the police did not put much effort into finding a lot of evidence. Because there are so many traces left by the other party, it can be said that they are everywhere. In the past, this is simply a blatant contempt and provocation to Scotland Yard.
"It should be a German paratrooper. This is a standard 7.92mm heavy-point bullet shell. It is a military item. Look at the bodies of these soldiers, and then look at the bullet marks nearby. They were strafed by German machine guns." Go to the wall, take a pen from your pocket and insert it into the bullet hole in the wall.
"This should be the location where the first shot was shot. Look at the trajectory, the bullet came from above." Kempton looked up at the sky diagonally above.
"The opponent starts shooting from the air. If you have not received special training, ordinary paratroopers can't do this. This should be an elite German paratrooper, just like the special forces like Gomand." Kempton accepted Pick up the pen. He looked at the row of corpses covered by blankets on the side of the road with his hands on his shoulders, then said to the sheriff.
"We are in trouble. This is not an opponent we can handle. I will report back to Scotland Yard immediately. This should be resolved by the army. We better not intervene in this matter."
After speaking, the senior inspector patted the sheriff on the shoulder. "I'll leave it to you here. Clean it up and find someone to transport the body away."
"Wait a minute, there are two more boxes." Lipton called out the trailer that was about to start.
"It's this nasty guy again. It's a delay." The driver mumbled his cigarette and stepped on the brake.
"Thank you, thank you." The third-class secretary of the Ministry of Interior carefully placed the leather briefcase in the trailer compartment, then took out a handkerchief and crawled into the cab while wiping sweat.
"Thank you, I thought I was going to catch the next trip." Lipton gasped and said to the driver.
"What are you doing in such a hurry, Mr. Lipton." The driver breathed out smoke and pulled down the gear. This small trailer was modified from the famous Austin VII vehicle. The rear compartment can carry half a ton of supplies. But at the moment, I chose it not because of its good performance, but because it is relatively small and suitable for operation in the tunnel.
"I want to take stock of the goods I transported in the past, and this place will be completely closed tonight."
"So fast? Seal it up? Is the rumors outside true? We can't keep London, the Germans are about to come in?" The driver glanced at the little bureaucrat beside him in surprise, and got along for two days. , He knew that although this man was not high in his position, the news was exceptionally well-informed.
"Don't think about it, Mr. Herbert. Things are not as bad as you think. What's more, even if the Germans come in, they won't do anything to us little people." Lipton wiped away the sweat on his head. , Hung the handkerchief on the car window to dry, he took out a delicate cigarette case from the pocket of the three-piece suit, and drew a cigarette with a filter tip from it.
"This is really premium, sir, where did you get it."
"Last time I went to send documents for Sir Rees, the Minister gave me the goods. It is said to be French. It looks the same to me." Lipton proudly showed off to the driver, implying that he and the Minister of Transport Can catch the conversation.
"What's in it is to be sealed in this tunnel." Herbert watched enviously as the other person swallowed clouds and fog beside him, he quietly flew his cigarette out of the car window. He spit out the broken smoke in his mouth.
"This is not something you should know, Mr. Herbert, you can't even test. Little people like us must learn to control their mouths so they can live a long life."
"Okay, I see, don't scare people like this." Herbert cast his lips in dissatisfaction.
"It's not all money, right." Turning his head, he leaned in and asked in a low voice.
"Money? This is something more precious than money. The future revival of the British Empire depends on these things. As long as we keep these wealth, the empire can make a comeback at any time." Lipton tilted his head with contempt. He looked at this ignorant stupid next to him. This guy has only money in his head, no wonder he can only be a humble driver.
"More precious than money? Is it gold bullion? Good boy, so many boxes, how much pounds are worth, let me calculate, the current gold price is..."
"Oh, my God, you are hopeless, Mr. Herbert. Well, in order to avoid your random thoughts, I will give you the bottom line. These are the most important information and documents related to The core secrets of the empire. As long as we master these things, we will have the capital to re-emerge. This is the wealth left to our future generations. It must not fall into the hands of the enemy. You understand, Mr. Herbert." Li Pu He threw the cigarette **** out of the window.
"It turns out that, I understand, Mr. Lipton, I will be tight-lipped, you have to trust my credit." Herbert felt as if he had heard something that shouldn't be heard, and he hurriedly bet the other party I swear that I will not reveal any news.
The tunnel was not too long, and the truck quickly drove to the bottom of the hole, and huge iron boxes were stacked against the solid concrete wall. Several soldiers were guarding Thomson there.
"Herbert, do a favor and unload the file box for me." Lipton ordered the driver.
"No problem~IndoMTL.com~Mr. Lipton." The driver quickly opened the door, walked to the side of the car, and leaned forward to drag the two file boxes. At this moment he heard a clicking sound suddenly. The driver looked up suspiciously, but saw the third-class secretary standing opposite the car, holding a pistol at his forehead.
"Hello..." Herbert's eyes widened in surprise.
"Pop!" A gunshot sounded, which was particularly loud in the tunnel, and there was an echo.
"It's okay, don't be nervous." Lipton raised his arm and shouted at the soldiers who were waiting for the flat-end barrel.
"This is a German spy. I have already dealt with him. I am responsible for everything." Lipton slowly tucked the pistol back to his waist, then turned to the other side of the truck to check the driver's body.
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