"Tell the driver to stop."

The German army led the officer to react and shouted at his subordinates. The two soldiers who were performing the alert immediately ran towards the front of the car, and their leather boots stepped on the floor of the car made a thud of running sound.

The sudden noise woke the passengers up. The moment when the loyal general of the Japanese Empire opened his eyes, Ryosuke Hasea subconsciously clamped his fists and placed them horizontally on his lower abdomen to make a defensive posture.

But he quickly relaxed. There were no silly Kanto Red Deer or fully armed German soldiers around him. The passengers were discussing what had happened.

When someone said that the freight carriage hanging behind the train was missing, everyone exclaimed, saying that everyone knew that there must be important items in it, otherwise the military would not be escorted.

Hasegawa Ryosuke raised his hand and rubbed his face. He stood up naturally and walked into the toilet. A trace of solemnity appeared on his face. He felt that he had boarded the wrong train, and he was afraid he would be in trouble now.

Just as he was thinking, the wooden door of the toilet was smashed and clanged. He unbuttoned the buttons on his pants without hesitation, and muttered to open the door. A serious National Defense Army soldier stood outside the door.

The other party carefully checked the ticket, looked at Hasegawa Ryosuke's passport, confirmed that he did not carry his luggage, and then asked him to return to his seat, waiting for the next step of screening and investigation.

Hasegawa Ryosuke took back his ID and turned to his carriage. Along the way, he saw German soldiers guarding each carriage. When he saw this scene, he immediately regretted it.

If I had known this, I would have found a way to get a car from the country road to leave Berlin. I don’t know which person was so bold that he would do such a thing under the eyes of the Germans.

But it's too late to regret it now.

He sat down on his seat, thinking silently whether to jump off the car, but looking at the branches and the rugged ground outside the window, he felt that it was better to run away after the train stopped.

During this period, the train still glided down the slope at a speed of 23 kilometers per hour. The driver did not dare to agree to the military's orders because it was very easy to derail if the brakes were completely dead.

The German squad in charge of escorting could only watch the tunnel get farther and farther away. As for jumping the car, it would be fine. It would be impossible to kill people when it hits twenty or thirty kilometers, but where is the score and when?

Like Hasegawa Ryosuke, they jumped down and encountered a sharp stone or tree stump, and they would be a little disabled, and they would almost see God directly. It would not be worth the effort to save their lives for this little military pay.

Moreover, the officers leading the team knew that there was a small train station after the gentle slope, which had telephones and radio stations, so that they could contact the nearby police station and garrison, and that freight carriage could not be lost.

But if he saw the scene in the tunnel, he would not be so confident. At this time, more than a dozen Asians in the tunnel were busy. Some people pushed the carriage outwards, and some were opening the lead seal.

"Two minutes, speed up."

(Japanese)

The woman with the disconnected hook stood on the gravel roadbed, looked at her watch and shouted loudly, and according to the local train schedule, there were less than eighteen minutes left before the next train passed through the tunnel.

If the things on it cannot be taken away before the train arrives, the scene will be handled properly. Once a collision occurs, there will be no one or two people who die, and then things will be a big deal.

The woman was a little worried, and walked to the rear of the carriage a few steps and pressed it against the carriage with her shoulders. She pushed the carriage to the tunnel entrance with her subordinates. Then someone slowly opened the large iron door of the carriage.

"Bang~buzz~"

At this moment, a bullet suddenly shot out from the corner of the carriage, hitting the Asian man who was about to climb in. The huge gunshot was passed back and forth inside the freight carriage made of steel.

In the dark carriage, a German soldier quickly pulled the bolt and pulled out of the firing shell. The young face was full of tension and fear, and the cold sweat on his forehead fell on the floor.

"Baga, shoot."

"Bridge bean sack!"

After pulling the injured companion away from the bottom of the car, the remaining Asians took out their weapons and grenades, cursed and wanted to launch an attack to kill the other party, but the woman next to them raised her hand to stop them.

If the Germans operate on the territory, too many wounded people will affect the subsequent retreat plan. Moreover, if you shoot a wooden box with the targeted items, this trip to Germany will be in vain.

She gestured to her subordinates, and the subordinates understood that they had a gun close to the car door and pulled it all open. Then a shadow flashed in the darkness and the gunshots rang out again.

The German soldier didn't know if he had hit the enemy. He pulled his right hand and the shell popped out of the shell. Just as he was about to load it again, a light flashed across the corner of his eyes.

Using the gap between the bullets, the woman jumped in from outside, and swung the dagger from bottom to top towards the other party's neck, but at the last moment the tip of the knife slightly tilted away from the carotid artery.

In such a narrow space, the huge amount of bleeding from the carotid artery will make everyone present become a celebrity. When faced with the pursuit of the Germans, they will not have the time or mood to find a place to take a bath.

"Sher~"

Warm blood splattered onto the wall of the carriage. The German soldiers did not feel the pain, but felt their bodies collapsed to the ground, and let go of their rifles weakly. Before fainting, they heard what the murderer said.

After solving the problem, the woman picked up the rifle with gloves and returned the bullets one by one, threw the gun outside, stood at the door of the freight carriage and wiped the dagger with her sleeve, and gave a cold order.

"Hurry up and act."

"Hayi."

Hearing the order, a short Asian man lit the kerosene lamp signal light, drew three circles to the dark woods in the distance, and several beams of lights lit up and approached the scene.

The others quickly climbed into the car, regardless of the bodies of the German soldiers on the ground, pried open the wooden box with a crowbar in the carriage, quickly looked at the items inside, and started to carry them after confirming that they were correct.

At this time, the lights also came to the front. It turned out to be several Renault light trucks commonly found in Europe. The driver skillfully turned the front of the truck in front of the narrow tunnel entrance and aimed the rear of the truck at the freight carriage.

“Start up, fourteen minutes.”

The woman spoke again and reminded that after being delayed by the German soldier for a few minutes, the time for action, which was already insufficient, became even more tense, and the time had to be snatched back in the following links.

Her men knew this and moved the wooden box to the car in an orderly manner. Five minutes later, except for one dead man, there were only a few golden bullets left on the ground of the carriage.

"Woooooo~"

A whistle sound came from the foot of the mountain in the distance. The woman pointed to the body and pointed to the valley. Immediately, two people brought the heads and feet of the German soldiers to the edge of the cliff, swung twice and threw the body down.

After dealing with the people and items at the scene, the Asians sprinkled gasoline inside and outside the carriage before leaving and lit it. With the strong wind in the mountains, a fire immediately ignited, and you can see it from a distance.

In the firelight, the woman counted the number of people and looked back at the scene that had turned into a sea of ​​fire. She waved her hand expressionlessly, and the truck loaded with target items and personnel into the logging path.

Timber is an important industry in the northern part of Wurttemberg. There are many simple roads in the mountains, and this year's logging season has just passed, so the road surface of these roads is in good condition.

Through them, vehicles can bypass the checkpoints in cities and villages and go straight to the Rhine River on the French-German border. It is convenient to smuggle France or find a boat to go downstream to Switzerland.

The woman sat in the car trap covered by canvas, took out a flashlight and a map to study the specific itinerary. They investigated nearby and surveyed for so long, everything was for today.

"Chief, the person who shot the sandbox at the foot of the mountain and sent the signal halfway through will meet with us in the town ahead, but what should the wounded deal with it? He was seriously injured." Someone came over and asked in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the woman used a flashlight to spot the pale wounded man. Of course, she was not good at being shot at close range by a military rifle. The other party must receive professional treatment, otherwise she may die on the road.

She thought for a moment, her fingers slowly slid on the map, and finally stopped in a small town: "The nearby residents said there was a surgeon here, not far from us, you will bring someone to invite the other party back.

Remember to bring medicine and equipment with you. Someone may be injured on the way. At that time, you will be exposed when you get medicine. After successful action, you will move in the opposite direction first, and then go to the next stop to meet up."

"Hayi, leader."

The person who asked for the question chose a good helper, jumped out of the car and got into the forest. The driver accelerated at the right time. The truck drove fast on the rugged dirt road, and soon left the scene far behind.

An hour later, Berlin.

"Dingling~"

In an office of the German Military Intelligence Agency, a rapid phone ringing rang. Much, who was lying on the camp bed, jumped out of the bed and rushed to the next to the phone.

He picked up the microphone and listened to the Gestapo staff on the opposite side. His tired face was suddenly covered with frost. The drawings of the three weapons were robbed, and even the carriage was scrapped.

What's even more annoying is that the first support personnel who arrived at the scene lost the enemy's traces and only knew that the other party had driven a truck. Apart from that, they didn't know anything, which was a clue.

A fire of namelessness surged into my heart, and Mulch immediately said sternly: "Didn't the Gestapo claim to be well aware of the empire? If such a thing happens, you must make a reasonable explanation.

In addition, the dispatched personnel blocked the mountainous areas in the northern part of Wurttemberg. The other party must not go far with a large number of drawings. It is necessary to prevent them from going to the French-German border area and remind the French that some people smuggle."

His response was perfect, but the Gestapo reported another bad news that someone fled from the Japanese embassy a few hours ago, but the stalkers failed to keep up and the other party disappeared.

“Bl?dmann!”

(German idiot)

Mooh slapped the table hard and shouted in anger: "Let your people surround the Japanese embassy and ask the Japanese if they want to break off diplomatic relations with the empire, I will arrive soon."

After saying that, he threw the microphone aside, grabbed the pistol and pocket watch from the table, walked to the corridor and blew the whistle. The staff on duty of Abveer rushed out of the room with guns.

"The Japanese Embassy, ​​set out."
Chapter completed!