Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 86: Surprise (Part 2)

"What's the problem, major. (Baidu search network is the fastest and most stable)" Charlie walked over quickly, and he spoke to the major in front of him with pride, putting the British official's momentum into full swing.

"Sir." The major saluteed Charlie.

"The Captain of the First Unit of the Second Commando, Modwan." Major Modwan held his head up, his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, and his expression carried the pride of elite troops.

"I'm Charlie from the Logistics Department of Dover Headquarters." Charlie looked at the other's armband. It was the first time he had encountered a commando officer.

This mysterious force was once fascinated in the British Army. According to legend, all of them are capable of breaking machine guns with flying knives, shooting tanks with rifles, and being able to fight eighty Germans empty-handed. However, no one has ever seen them dispatched or heard of their record. So after a period of time, this unit, like other legendary units, became a topic of afternoon tea and was brought to you by everyone. Haha.

"What's the matter, ah, it's Major Modwan, do you have any questions?" Burbich approached him and he asked with a smile.

"It’s Lieutenant Colonel Burbitch. It’s no big deal. I take the liberty to ask, is this infantry platoon a subordinate of Lieutenant Colonel Charlie?" Modwan looked at Charlie and said, completely ignoring Burbitch. The explicit contempt made the fat lieutenant colonel's face pale slightly.

"Yes, this is my subordinate." Charlie still answered proudly.

"You have a very good team of subordinates, I can see that they have received very strict training. Gloucestershire regiment? Didn't this unit get wiped out in Dunkirk?" Modwan wondered. Looking at Parag, the opponent's military cap is indeed the Sphinx emblem of the Gloucestershire regiment.

"They were rebuilt two months ago. They were transferred to Dover Defense Command this month. They belong to the Logistics Command." Charlie replied without changing his face. This was originally the soldiers who died in the barn. Even if you call Dover to confirm his true identity, there is no problem.

After the Battle of Dunkirk, a large number of veteran British troops were wiped out in the encirclement. Many of them were ancient corps with a history of hundreds of years. In order to re-invigorate the morale of the British people, and to prevent these historical The long-standing reputation and prestigious designation was cut off. When the British Army was conscripting and organizing troops, a large number of old names that were annihilated by the Germans were given to the newly formed rookies. It seems that this will restore the glory of the British Empire. I can't see the effect for a while. At least when the high-level sees the list of these troops, they can get some psychological comfort.

"The newly formed troops, don't be kidding. Lieutenant Colonel Charlie, I believe my eyes, these are veterans who have been on the battlefield. Are they not, Lieutenant Parag." Modwan has been staring at Para In Ge's eyes, the opponent did not dodge or flinch at all. This kind of temperament of defying power and confrontation made Modwan appreciate very much, and he was more interested in the infantry platoon in front of him.

"In the Norwegian campaign, my battalion fought with German paratroopers in Norway for three full days. After returning to China, I was transferred to the first battalion of the Gloucestershire regiment." Parag answered loudly without hesitation.

"The first battalion of the Green Howard regiment? I know about your battalion. I didn’t expect that you were also split up. You played well in Norway. Battalion Horan was a very good officer. His sacrifice was a major army. Loss." Modwan nodded approvingly.

Indeed, in order to rebuild the organization, the Army will take some of the remaining old troops and replace them with the numbers that need to be rebuilt, just like the nobles changing the door to adopt sons in order to continue the title, it is a workaround.

"Thank you, sir. Battalion Captain Holland is indeed a very good officer. I am honored to have served under his command." Palag answered loudly with his chest straight.

It's hard to tell whether Lieutenant Colonel Holland is excellent. But he is also a tough guy. Parag was very impressed by the British battalion commander who was finally sieved by himself. He wore a thick sheepskin coat, carefully trimmed sideburns, and a mouthful of white hair. bright.

"Very well, Second Lieutenant." Maudewan nodded vigorously, then turned to Charlie, who said loudly. "Lieutenant Colonel Charlie, I take command of this force in the name of the War Department, and your people are now under my command."

"Hey, major, are you dizzy? This is a unit of the Dover Defense Command. You can't take them from me with just one sentence." Charlie sneered at Maude Wan said.

"Major Modwan, you have to be clear about what you are doing now. The commando does not have this privilege. You have to give a written order." Burbich interjected, he hated this **** now. The commando captain, this guy is wasting his precious escape time, he just wants to load his cargo as soon as possible.

"I know you, Lieutenant Colonel Burbitch, don't think that others can't find out what you did. It has nothing to do with you." Mordwan gave Burbitch a cold stare, the fat lieutenant colonel. I felt a chill in my back.

"You will get a written order, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie, an order issued by the Department of War. Don’t think about tricks, this is not a joke. I need this force now, and the British Empire needs this force. You order now They are on standby, and I will come back soon with orders." Modwan turned his head and said to Charlie.

"This..." Charlie looked at Parag hesitantly and saw that the other party nodded slightly. He turned his face and said coldly to Modwan.

"Although I don't know what happened, if there is a written order from a superior, I will obey it unconditionally."

"Very good, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie, you will be rewarded for your sanity." Modwan was very satisfied with Charlie's current affairs.

"But now they have an urgent task. Dover is now continuing with some medications. At least let them help me load the goods into the car." Burbich blushed and struggled to make the final attempt, to be honest. He himself didn't believe that the commando captain would let go, but something unexpected happened. Modwan looked at Birbich and thought about it. Then nodded.

"The communication in Dover has been cut off. The situation there is terrible, so let these soldiers finish their work. Then stand by in the lounge, and I will go there to find you with the papers, Charlie Lieutenant colonel." After saying that he saluted Charlie, then nodded at Parag, turned and ran quickly to the other end of the office area.

"Shit, I'm fed up with these defiant guys. I just rely on big people to support them. Make trouble everywhere, go out and fight the Germans if you have the kind. Don't think I don't know, they are on the other side How miserable it was to be dealt with by the Germans." Burbic sipped angrily to the ground, and then said to Charlie apologetically. "I'm so sorry Charlie, I didn't expect this to happen. Hope it won't affect your mission."

Charlie's task is to take the troops to Canterbury. Now that this kind of thing happened, it is difficult for him to explain to his superiors why he brought the troops to this base.

"It’s okay, old friend, anyway, when I get to Canterbury, Dover is almost finished. No one knows what order I’m accepting. Let’s go to the warehouse as soon as possible and load the goods before the major returns. Car." Charlie patted Burbich on the shoulder, and in turn comforted the fellow.

"Yes, yes. Let's go quickly, the warehouse is in front, and we'll be there just around the corner." Burbich refreshed his spirit. Now it is the word of profit, and the second escape, there is no time to consider these chores.

The warehouse is in the corner of the office area, separated by a deep corridor and two heavy explosion-proof doors.

"Perkins, a batch of supplies is going to be mobilized on it." Burbich shouted to the guard in the guard room by the corridor.

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel." The guard sat behind the table and waved to the Lieutenant Colonel to show that he knew.

A strong paratrooper turned the crank on the blast door. Then he slammed the door open. Parag winked at a paratrooper beside him and tilted his head towards the guard room. The paratrooper immediately understood. He nodded to Parag, carried his rifle, and wore his trouser pocket, and walked slowly towards the guardhouse.

"Fifteen people go to the left, fifteen people go to the right, ten people in the middle, and act according to the plan, and the rest follow me." The last paratrooper went into the warehouse and closed the door, and Palag shouted The subordinate gave the order.

"Yes, sir." The soldiers stood at attention and saluted to their battalion commander, then scattered and walked into the warehouse.

"The arsenal must be kept low in temperature and humidity all year round. Lieutenant Colonel Burbitch has been hiding his private goods here, not only will not be damaged but also not easy to find." Charlie said with a smile.

"You...you, you, you..." Lieutenant Colonel Burbitch shrank from one side and shook together. He saw the group of soldiers saluting Parag, which was not a British military salute at all.

"They are Germans?! Charlie Charlie! You have taken refuge in Germans?!!!" The capable guys in this line are flexible-headed guys, and Burbich is the leader among them. In just a few seconds, he He roughly guessed the identity of the other party, he was cheated by his business partner.

"No, no, no, it was not that I took refuge in the Germans, but we took refuge in the Germans. Everyone has seen that these paratroopers were brought into the base by you." Charlie stepped forward and patted Bobby. Odd shoulders.

"Now you, like me, are serving the German Wehrmacht. If you can provide more help from this, I can assure you that you will get everything you want." Charlie smiled and bewitched his partner. He believed that with the other party's IQ and integrity, he didn't need to spend any more words. The situation in front of him was already very clear, and Mr. Burbich would definitely make the wisest choice.

"Lieutenant Colonel Burbitch, I am Major Parag, commander of the 2nd Battalion of the First Parachute Regiment of the 7th Aviation Division of the German Air Force. Will be rewarded and favored by the German army. Germany welcomes and treats all collaborators kindly, even if he was once an enemy of the empire." Palag took out his ID from his pocket and shook it at Burbich.

"Paratroopers?!!! They are paratroopers! Charlie Charlie, you brought a group of German paratroopers! Is it that Germany is about to land?" Burbich was shocked.

"His mind is very fast. Tell him the truth, Charlie." Parag said to Charlie with a smile, and at the same time took a Thomson submachine gun handed over by his men.

"This is a good gun. Hold it like this. Remember to hold the front grip and press down on the barrel. The bullets of this gun like to run up." Parag held Thomson. Demonstrate how to hold it correctly. This is Thomson’s early 1928a1, a standard Chicago typewriter. The structure is complex, well-manufactured, reliable, and the rate of fire far exceeds that of the later simplified military version, and it also carries 100 rounds of drums that the military version does not have.

"We found hundreds of these submachine guns, enough for each person here, and a lot of drums." A paratrooper walked over with a Thomson in one hand.

"We also found a large number of pistols. The 1911 model of the United States, with a box and instructions."

"I found boxes of plastic explosives here. The quantity is enough to blow the whole place into the sky, and there are dozens of boxes of grenades, all of which are American."

" Battalion Commander, I found 20 boxes of morphine. Five boxes of aspirin are made in Germany."

"Ah, this is my product, this is my product." Burbich, who was talking quietly with Charlie, suddenly turned around and shouted loudly.

"Old friend, don't think about your goods now. Please tell the major carefully what you said earlier. If I guess right, you will be fine even if you want to swim in the morphine pool in the future. "

After listening to Burbich's story, Parag couldn't help but smashed Charlie with excitement, and the painful latter squatted down on the spot with a grin. The paratrooper major quickly patted the opponent's back to comfort and apologize.

"The five of you, carry a few boxes of morphine to the car outside. Don’t talk to anyone on the road. When you get to the parking spot, park the truck in the square outside and fire a red flare as planned 15 minutes later. , You’d better seize one or two bunkers to cover the assault of the troops. Pay attention to your safety. Fight! It’s all for Germany."

"Fight!" The five paratroopers saluted, and then carried the cardboard box on one side. Open the warehouse door and walk out.

The guard in the hallway guard room with a blue cap and a big brimmed hat waved to the paratrooper, then continued to lower his head, wiped the paratrooper dagger in his hand, and there was a stripped one lying on the floor by his feet. Corpse in vest shorts.

"They live here, four rooms, twelve people in each, and the officers live in the officer quarters." Burbich gestured on the map of the underground shelter with a pencil.

"How many guards are there?"

"There are no guards, and occasionally a few military police patrol passing by. It is now 7:30. These people have finished their breakfast and returned to the barracks to rest. They usually only go out in the afternoon and hide in the barracks. Inside."

"Are there any weapons?"

"They brought a lot of weapons and they kept them in the barracks. They were not armed at the base."

"Understood, I am very happy that you have cooperated so much, Lieutenant Colonel, what I promised you will be done." Parag happily stretched out his hand and shook Burbic's hand.

"Hope to succeed!" Burbic said worriedly.

"Don't hope, it will succeed." Palag stood up, picked up a Thomson submachine gun, and drew the trigger neatly.

"Sir! I found an elite force. Although the number is small, they are all veterans who have participated in the battle. We are more confident of the success of this operation." Modwan stood in the commander's office At the table, excitedly reported to the other party.

"Now I need you to immediately issue an order to transfer the command of this force to our hands. The other commander is waiting."

"Wait a minute, don't worry, Major Modwan. I didn't understand what you were talking about. What elite troops, where they came from, and where they commanded." The colonel behind the desk wiped the bald He moved his neck with his hands resting on his forehead, and then picked up the tea cup on the table.

"It’s a transport team sent by Dover, here to replenish some first aid medicine. The **** is an elite infantry platoon, formerly belonging to the 15th Infantry Brigade, the 1st Battalion of Green Howard Regiment, to participate Fought against the German paratroopers in the Norwegian campaign. They are now reorganized into the 2nd Battalion of the Gloucestershire Regiment. These soldiers are great. At first glance, they have received very strict training and practical experience, which is what we urgently need now. , Sir, our time is running out, let's sign the order soon." Modwan said excitedly.

"The Green Howard regiment? That's a big regiment. It was indeed torn apart some time ago. These soldiers have combat experience? It's really what we need now. I believe your vision, Major. You said earlier that they are many. Fowler sent it? Now we have cut off contact with Dover, and there is a problem with the line of communication with Deere, Ramsgate, and Canterbury. I want to see the commander of that force."

The colonel pulled out a folder from the drawer of his desk, and took out a blank order form from it, with the official seals of the Ministry of Defense, the Ministry of War, and the Chief of Staff of the Empire and the signature of the chief officer. The colonel picked up a pen and quickly wrote a few lines on the order book.

"You give this order to that person now..."

"Lieutenant Colonel Charlie."

"What is your full name?"

"I didn't ask. I only knew it was Charlie."

"Never mind, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie... Alright." The colonel handed the signed order to Modwan.

"Then take him to the main conference room. After you go out, call my secretary in by the way."

At this moment, there were a few dull blasts outside the door, followed by panic screams of men and women.

"Bombing?" The colonel stood up.

"It's not like! The ground doesn't vibrate. The scale is small, more like... a grenade or something." Modwan walked to the door and opened the door. Several successive explosions sounded. It sounded like it was on the east side of the base, separated by a few corridors from the office. The sound sounds dull.

"Maybe the weapon has gone wrong, I'll check it out." Modwan reached out his hand and touched the holster around his waist, turning his head and shouting to the colonel.

His subordinates live in the dormitory of the Eastern District, and he feels a little uneasy now. It wasn't a reckless guy who exploded the grenade. These soldiers are well-trained, strong physiques, and obvious personalities. To put it bluntly, they lack discipline and are difficult to discipline.

"It would be great if those guys could be like the infantry platoon they met today." Modwan hurriedly ran towards the Eastern District. He just turned two intersections and faced a large group of men and women in military uniforms. Screaming and rushed towards him.

Mudwan finally felt that something was wrong, he heard the blast of the familiar Thomson submachine gun. Captain Gormand quickly took out a pistol from his waist.

"Thomson? Could it be that which team member is out of touch?"

At this time, a burst of intensive gunfire sounded from the other side of the corridor, and Modwan saw through the crowd the flash of fire from the submachine gun. Bullets were fired into the fleeing crowd, and the 11.43mm lead-cored bullets rotated through human limbs, tearing apart muscles. Cut blood vessels, destroy internal organs, and crush bones. The British officers and soldiers in the corridor, regardless of military type, military rank, or male and female, all twisted and trembled and fell in a dense rain of bullets, and a **** mist rose up in the air.

Mudwan lay on the ground against the wall, he relied on the body of a naval officer as cover. Take the pistol and aim at the end of the corridor. Then he saw several figures wearing British Army uniforms with Thomson submachine guns, and he recognized the leading officer at a glance. Can't help being surprised.

"Second Lieutenant Parag?! What are you doing?!"

Mudwan couldn't help shouting loudly. He immediately discovered that he had made a fatal mistake. The other party was obviously slaughtering British officers and soldiers in an organized manner, and he was a member of the target group.

Sure enough, Parag didn't hesitate at all. He swept over a dense burst of bullets. The thin human body couldn't stop the dense burst of large-caliber bullets. Modwan was shot several times immediately. Captain Gormand released the pistol, covered the shot abdomen with both hands, curled up on the floor, completely losing his resistance.

"Why, second lieutenant." Modwan lay on the ground, raising his eyes and glaring at Palag who was standing in front of him.

"This is war, major, and this is war." Parag waved his hand to let his men move on, then drew his pistol from his arms.

"You are a German." Modwan spread out his hands covering the wound, his eyes widened, and he stared at the Ruger pistol facing his forehead, looking at the fingers that Parag slowly buckled. .

By the time Parag rushed to the central office area, the battle was coming to an end. The corridors were littered with the corpses of British and male soldiers, and many wounded were struggling in a pool of blood.

The German paratroopers outside the base have destroyed the resistance on the ground. The German paratroopers wearing gray jumpsuits and umbrella helmets have breached the bunker and joined the infiltrated detachment.

Palrag ordered the paratroopers to immediately rescue the wounded and concentrate the prisoners. Several paratroopers escorted a British colonel to the paratrooper battalion commander.

"Colonel Stewart Menzies? We've heard of your name a long time ago, and we didn't expect to meet you here. You are very high on our arrest list. Don't worry, we don't It will hurt you. The German paratroopers will only shoot at the frontal enemy." After Parag, he saluted Colonel Menzies, and Menzies solemnly raised his hand in return.

"Don't you want to know anything from me~IndoMTL.com~I won't betray my motherland." The director of the British Intelligence Bureau tried hard to look decent, but trembling The feet have exposed everything.

"It's a coincidence, and I won't. How to deal with you is something the generals consider. I'm just an ordinary major officer. I think you may be sent across the sea, maybe the head of state will receive you personally. This is The glory that ordinary people can never dream of."

After finishing speaking, Parag turned around and whispered to his battalion deputy. "Detain him alone, try to meet his needs, send four soldiers to stare at him uninterruptedly, and don't let him have the chance to commit suicide."

Palrag walked slowly along the stairs to the ground, watching the surrounding men who were packing the battlefield, took out a hip flask from his pocket, raised his head and took a sip, then straightened his chest to meet the warmth Sunshine stretched a lot. (To be continued)

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