The military strategy says: the troops and horses are ready before they move their food and grass. After making full inspection and detection preparations in the early stage, Lynn finally issued an operation order. More than 500 contingents participating in the operation were divided into three parts. Some were deployed along the way according to the final action plan, some were responsible for the cover and blocking of the periphery, and the third part was to directly arrive in the Nuremberg area to participate in the operation. There were a total of 368 people, including commanders, which was a good number in Linn.

During the war, the bad weather was often the situation was not advantageous. Lynn chose a day full of wind and snow. There were still five days before Christmas in 1946. Although the Allies sent more than 200 British soldiers to Nuremberg, a city of special significance, these British soldiers who arrived by train were seen as young, childish and unbearable for war. The new recruit Danmozi not only did not pose a threat to Lynn's plan, but might also "help" to create more chaos.

The bad wind and snow weather have a great impact on traffic, especially air transport. The trains passing through Nuremberg Railway Station that day were delayed without exception. As usual, passengers who got off at Nuremberg would be strictly inspected by Allied personnel. There were no legitimate reasons for leaving the station and entering the city. The passengers on the day were particularly rare, and there were very few people getting off at Nuremberg Station. They were either the elderly, weak and children who came to join their relatives, or the Allied people who returned from vacation. The good order of the railway station made the Allied officers and soldiers a little tired. Until dusk, the calm atmosphere made it difficult for them to suspect that another day of war would be spent without any turbulence. At dusk, it was broken and

The quiet city suddenly welcomed an uninvited guest - when the small plane with white painted wings crashed in Nuremberg Prison. Everyone stranded in this city was shocked. Especially the Allied officers and soldiers who knew the identity and significance of the prisoners in Moab in Nuremberg Prison, many of them threw down their tableware and ran out of the restaurant and rushed to the barracks or armory. The Jiemoyan alarm also sounded at the barracks in various garrisons. The searchlights lit up in the whimpering alarms. The dazzling light columns moved back and forth in the fields and roads around the prison. Every machine gun and anti-aircraft gun battle position could see a pair of extremely vigilant eyes... [..com]

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, except for the wreckage of the plane burning quietly in the fields more than 400 meters away from the east wall of the prison. The world seemed to have nothing happened. There were no suspicious people around the prison, the railway station, and the airport. The checkpoints were safe and sound. The telephone lines between the command center and the stations were completely normal. The small patrol team sent from the prison quickly arrived at the wreckage scene. They found that this was a single-seat aircraft without any military equipment. The relatively crude motorcycle manufacturing process looked like a folk product in the Dimo ​​workshop. What made people feel very strange is that the bodies of the victims were not found in the wreckage and the surrounding fields. This means that either the plane could leave by themselves after the plane crash, or no one was flying the plane at all!

After contacting all parties and informing superiors, the Nuremberg garrison command lifted the alarm 40 minutes after the plane crashed, but the various Moto teams did not cancel the quarantine and strict discipline, but correspondingly strengthened the alert force in key areas and sent a night patrol Moto team in the Nuremberg city. Naturally, the Allied soldiers who rushed to work after eating dinner could only fill their stomachs with supplementary chocolate and beef jerky, and were curious about the true Moto scene of this strange thing when they gradually dropped to minus ten degrees Celsius.

An unidentified small aircraft crash in Nuremberg, which easily makes people associate it with the senior German war criminals who were kept in Moab in Nuremberg prison and the International Court of Justice that is about to be reopened. At this time, the General Command of the Allied Occupy Army in Berlin should have been paid attention to it, but the Soviet Union's Motor Corps on the Eastern Front has launched a large-scale attack in recent days. Not only did the Allied Southern Front Movement face the situation of being surrounded. The Central and Northern Line Movement was also subject to restrained attacks from the other side, and casualties increased sharply. Hundreds of Allied hospitals in Poland were overcrowded for a time. Fortunately, the seriously injured did not temporarily stop bleeding and transport them to the rear. However, many wounded soldiers whose situation has stabilized initially arrived in Germany or sent to France via railway lines, which provided better services for the injured Timo.

The later recuperation also alleviated the predicament of insufficient hospital beds in Poland. Therefore, the General Command of the Occupy Army in Germany had to take on the task of arranging the wounded. However, in the past two days, some German Volunteer Motos, who were training in the north to prepare for the front line after Christmas, were unhappy because of dissatisfaction with the shortage of supplies. The Allied forces had to comfort the reserve Motos and the Motorcycles teams to deal with the emergencies. This series of things was already overwhelming. However, the intelligence department reported that the Soviet Special Forces Motos will launch sabotage operations in Germany, France and Poland in the near future. Railway facilities, especially railway bridges, must be strictly guarded. What's more, that night, the Allied radio communication equipment in Germany and northern Poland was disturbed, and the intelligence of allied generals made the Allied generals bigger than the other.

It was late at night, and the wind and snow in southern Germany became more and more violent. With street lights alone, it was difficult to see people outside 5 meters. The lighting range of high-power searchlights was limited to a distance of only fifty or sixty meters. It completely lost its ability to guard air alert and defense, and conventional radars were difficult to perform normal functions in such weather.

In the duty room of Nuremberg Railway Station, the Allied officers and soldiers who keep warm and keep warm were crowded with the room. The winter in southeastern Germany was always very cold, so these duty rooms were naturally equipped with radiators and were centrally heated by the boiler room of the station.

"Guess how long it will take to go to this train... How about betting $5 if it is within five hours or more than five hours?" The person who took the initiative to "take the banker" was a US sergeant with a middle-aged hair. He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a long horse face, and frowned and provoked his companions around him.

At this time, there was no one on the platform, and only when the train was about to arrive, the on-duty personnel needed to check the identity of the passengers who got off the train. As for whether anyone would jump out of the train in advance or hike along the railway line, this was naturally the responsibility of the Allied patrols on the railway, and it was not within the scope of the responsibilities of these guard soldiers.

A "large tonnage" US military officer next to him raised his head and looked at the wall clock in the duty room: "Another half an hour is enough for five hours, it is obviously cancelled! This is a war period, and the German trains will not be allowed to run at night! Is there any point in placing a motorcycle bet?"

The horse-faced US sergeant grinned and said, "Then are you betting for more than 5 hours?"

"Damn Tom. You're so much money today!" The fat non-commissioned officer took out a piece of paper money from his pants and slapped it on the table, "How much does it cost?"

"Old rules, one compensation is 10 or two!"

The horse-faced US sergeant quickly grabbed the banknotes in his hand, and then loudly said to others around him: "Buy one that is no longer than five hours later, and you will pay three for one!"

"It's good to make a dollar for half an hour, at least higher than his fucking soldier allowance!" The American soldier with a dark green scarf next to him took out his wallet from his arms, took a brand new $5 from it, muttering: "It must be more than six hours. It may not arrive tomorrow morning!"

In this era, a dollar was much smaller, and several soldiers followed suit and took decisive action, so they naturally bought it "more than 5 hours later."

Sergeant Ma Fang put away the money and raised his hand to look at the watch: "See you in twenty-five minutes. Before that, guys, I have to pee!"

A US soldier who had just made a bet joked: "Tom, you might have wanted to flee to the Soviet Union with our dozens of dollars on this cold night!"

There was a burst of laughter in the duty room.

"Don't you have to bring US dollars to the Soviet Union? You can change to a big villa and a Russian cow. "The horse-faced American sergeant deliberately opened the door and spoke. Before he could finish speaking, the people inside flew up and closed the door.

"These bunch of birds!" Sergeant Ma Fang muttered and walked towards the public bathroom on the right side of the duty room. Since it was the regular venue for the Namozi Party Congress, the Nuremberg Railway Station was not magnificent and grand. However, the decoration was full of the style of the times. Later, the station was severely damaged during the Allied bombing. After the Allied troops entered, local residents organized to repair and rebuild it. The facilities were simple but all were available. The American soldiers who were playing tricks of Haomomore ingenuity brought in a few plaster sculptures of Himomore and put them on the small motorcycle toilet. Not to mention anything else. Since the railway station was re-operated, these small motorcycle toilets have always been the cleanest and tidy. How dare the ordinary German motorcycle people urinate in the mouth of the former leader of the motorcycle? Only the Allied service personnel stationed here will enjoy this super high-level treatment.

When he opened the door and entered the bathroom, Sergeant Ma Fai walked straight towards the head of the Moto Plumbing Pool, thinking about the calculation relationship between probability and odds. The last train should have arrived at 5 pm every day, and the line management was handled by the Allied forces, but the technical positions of train drivers and railway maintenance officers were still held by German workers and workers who passed the identity review. Stereoty has long become synonymous with the Germans. As long as the road is not interrupted, they should persist until the terminal.

A piss liquid with obvious yellowness and strong smell was accurately poured into the "First of the People's Republic of China"'s mouth. Sergeant Ma's face whistled when he suddenly heard a whistle coming from the railway line. It should be the sound of a steam locomotive pulling the carriage to the station. Thinking that the dollar in his pocket would be taken into his own, he was immediately delighted and completely threw away the practice of honking the whistle before the train entered the station. He shook a few times, put the guy in his crotch, and lowered his head to walk outside while zipping the zipper. At this moment, the door of the public bathroom suddenly opened inward. Sergeant Ma's face was almost hit by the wooden door and was about to curse, but he felt an unprecedented sense of pressure to suppress the friction. He widened his eyes

With his eyes wide open, he looked up and saw an indescribable scene: a burly guy completely sealed the way out of the bathroom. His whole body sucked away the light around him like a black hole. What's even more shocking is that this guy was wearing a large earring helmet with a unique appearance, wrapped in a dark scarf, leaving only a pair of cold and fierce eyes as evil as evil, staring straight at him. The long military uniform with a collar high raised high was very cool on his body, his left shoulder was forward, his right arm was on his side, and he was carrying a square box on his back, and a gun with an arc magazine underneath. There was something similar to a large flashlight on the top of the gun and machine, which was connected to the box behind him through several wires.

In an instant, Sergeant Ma's Face's mind went blank. When he realized that the other party smashed the hard butt stock into his face with a skillful and smooth movement, he just subconsciously retreated, and at the same time remembered the story of a companion telling him about the German night battle team. Isn't the killing gods who come and go freely in the dark, slaughtering people like slaughtering domestic animals like this?

The butt stock that the other party threw was barely avoided. The horse-faced Sergeant wanted to take advantage of the situation to counterattack. However, he did not expect that the opponent's limbs and body stretched completely beyond the limitations of body shape. The firm butt stock rushed forward and slammed hard on the face of the horse-faced Sergeant. His eyes were dark and painful. The American soldier who was humiliating the German head of state had fainted one minute ago. He would not see the black-faced killing god checking the toilet and then left again. The duty room and corridor outside had long been shrouded in various strange and messy sounds. The German-made PPT hand-motor gun specially developed for special operations can kill people after being equipped with a special silencer.

Among the sound, the silencers developed for assault rifles were far from ideal. But they could at least turn the loud pop sound into a puff sound with a smaller spread. On this cold winter night, facing the attackers who infiltrated the railway line and arrived at the train, more than a hundred Allied officers and soldiers stationed at Nuremberg Railway Station were completely wiped out in just a few minutes. At this time, the pointer of the wall clock was still more than ten minutes away from 10 o'clock in the evening. Sergeant Ma Fai won the whim bet, but the price was obviously too heavy for him, for this US military force, for the entire Allied camp.

Just as the agile Night Fighting Commando knocked down the face of the US sergeant with a butt, another commando that was operating at the precise point of time was sneaking from the city of Nuremberg to Caesar Castle. As the Allied leaders were worried over the past year and seven months, the failure of the war did not immediately make Germany, the arrogant, united, diligent and stubborn military giant, die completely. Under the influence of the national sentiment, the U.S. and British Allied forces' public opinion often backfires. The German people endured the loss silently.

The pain brought by defeat, they had not really begun to reflect on the mistakes of this war. Many people still had regrets and unwillingness for the lost victory. They missed the honor and pride at the top of Europe. They longed for revenge and rise deep in their hearts. So, when the Dimo ​​Task Force stepped into the scorched earth of Nuremberg, they were accepted by the calm and expectant local residents, and stayed under the eyes of the Allies for 24 hours, observed closely, calculated and made final corrections to the plan.

As a former military fortress, the appearance of Caesar Castle was majestic and majestic. After the Allied occupying forces used it as a command center, the gates of the castle were rarely closed, but the Allied traffic posts outside the gate and patrols moving along the wall formed a more reliable cordon than the gate and the high wall. However, this castle was the historical wealth of the German Moscow people. An old German volunteer came to the castle and led dozens of contingents from the secret escape passage, while others put on US coats and approached carefully from the outside according to the calculated reception time. They borrowed from the

The wind and snow covered the castle wall and hunted a small team of US patrol soldiers. These unlucky men who had to go out to patrol in a cold night became unexplained. The task force members who used daggers and mufflers to rub their guns immediately captured the castle gate. Although there was an accident in the process - a British official Pamo who happened to come out of the castle shot a task force and shot a task force. The soldiers of the Dimo ​​Kingdom who entered the castle had already taken a raid at this time. Amid the crackling and messy gunshots, more than a hundred task forces completely occupied Caesar Castle in just a quarter of an hour.

When gunfire sounded at Caesar Castle, the defenders around Nuremberg Prison failed to adopt the correct combat defense according to their usual drills. Because the material warehouse stationed in the French camp south of the prison happened to have a fire. Almost all French officers and soldiers were busy putting out fires in a noisy manner. Vehicles, fuels and motorcycles were also intensified. The fire became more and more intense. The explosives and motorcycles that were exploding made earth-shaking noises from time to time, which greatly interfered with the judgment of the gunshots of the command centers around the United States and British Motor Corps. Moreover, the telephone lines leading to various places also failed at the same time. The American and British officers had to send people to ride a car.

When they went to the command center to contact the command center, the dispatched vehicles never returned. The officers gradually realized that the situation was not good. However, they had missed the best opportunity to fight and deploy. Taking advantage of the special fireworks performance in the wind and snow, the French officers and soldiers were busy putting out the fire and had no time to take care of others. More than 200 task forces wearing US and British uniforms crossed the most dangerous journey from the outer mountains and forests to the Allied garrison. Once they were infiltrated, the Allied officers and soldiers could not distinguish between enemies and us based on their appearance. The elites of the Dimo ​​Kingdom had a way to accurately shoot and kill the panicked Allied soldiers in the dark.
Chapter completed!