"Tell the driver to stop."
The leading German officer reacted and shouted at his men. The two soldiers on guard immediately ran towards the front of the car, their leather boots making a thumping sound on the floor of the carriage.
The sudden noise woke up the passengers. The moment Ryosuke Hase, a loyal general of the Empire of Japan, opened his eyes, he subconsciously made fists with his hands across his lower abdomen in a defensive posture.
But he soon relaxed. There were no arrogant and stupid Kwantung Army Red Deers or heavily armed German soldiers around him. The passengers were discussing among themselves what had happened.
When someone said that the freight car hanging at the back of the train was missing, everyone let out a cry of surprise. Everyone knew that there must be important items inside, otherwise the military would not be responsible for escorting them.
Hase Ryosuke raised his hands and rubbed his face. He stood up and walked into the toilet with a natural expression. There was a trace of solemnity on his face. He felt as if he had boarded the wrong train, and he was afraid that he might be in trouble now.
While he was thinking about it, the wooden door of the toilet was banged. He unbuttoned his trousers without hesitation and opened the door with a grunt. There was a serious Wehrmacht soldier standing outside the door.
The other party carefully checked the ticket and looked at Hase Ryosuke's passport. After confirming that he had no luggage, he returned to his seat and waited for the next step of screening and investigation.
Hase Ryosuke angrily took back his ID and turned to walk towards his carriage. Along the way, he saw German soldiers guarding every carriage. Seeing this scene, he immediately felt regretful.
If I had known this, I should have found a way to get a car to leave Berlin on a country road. I don't know who was so bold and dared to 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 and silently considered whether to jump off the train, but looking at the snarling tree branches and the rugged ground outside the window, he thought it would be better to escape after the train stopped.
During this period, the train was still sliding down the slope at a speed of 23 kilometers per hour. The driver did not dare to comply with the military's order, because it was very easy to derail if it was completely stopped.
The German team responsible for escorting could only watch the tunnel getting further and further away. As for jumping out of the car, it was true that no one would be killed if they fell for 20 to 30 kilometers, but where and when would be the point.
They were worried about the same thing as Hase Ryosuke. If they jumped down and hit a sharp stone or tree stump, they would be crippled or face God directly. It is not worth sacrificing their lives for this military salary.
Moreover, the officer leading the team knew that there was a small train station at the end of the gentle slope. There were telephones and radios there that could contact the nearby police station and garrison. The freight car could not be lost.
But he wouldn't be so confident if he saw the scene in the tunnel. At this time, a dozen Asians were busy in the tunnel. Some were pushing the carriages out and others were opening the seals.
"Two minutes, speed up."
(Japanese)
The woman who had disconnected the hook stood on the gravel roadbed, looked at her watch and shouted loudly. According to the local train timetable, there was less than eighteen minutes left until the next train passed through the tunnel.
If the things on top cannot be removed before the train arrives and the scene is properly handled, if a collision occurs and not just one or two people die, then things will become a big deal.
The woman was a little worried. She took a few steps to the rear of the carriage and put her shoulder against the carriage. Together with her men, she pushed the carriage to the entrance of the tunnel. 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 who was about to climb in. A huge gunshot echoed back and forth inside the steel freight carriage.
In the dark carriage, a German soldier quickly pulled the bolt of his gun and ejected the fired cartridge case. The young face was full of nervousness and fear, and the cold sweat on his forehead fell on the floor drop by drop.
"Baga, shoot."
"Bridge bean sack!"
After pulling the injured companion away from the bottom of the carriage, the remaining Asians took out weapons and grenades, cursed and were about to attack and kill the opponent, but were stopped by the woman on the side who raised her hand.
When operating on German territory, too many wounded people will affect the subsequent retreat plan. Moreover, if the wooden box containing the target item is shot through, the trip to Germany will be in vain.
She made a gesture to her men, who understood the situation and approached the car door with their guns and opened the door forcefully. Then a shadow flashed in the dark night and gunshots rang out again.
The German soldier didn't know if he had hit the enemy. He pulled his right hand and the cartridge case ejected from the ejection port. Just when he was about to reload the gun, he saw a bright light flashing out of the corner of his eye.
Taking advantage of the gap between reloading, the woman jumped in from the outside and swung the dagger in her hand towards the opponent's neck from bottom to top. However, at the last moment, the tip of the knife deflected slightly to avoid 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 later, they will not have the time or mood to find a place to take a bath.
"Bah~"
Warm blood spattered onto the wall of the carriage. The German soldier felt no pain. He only felt his body go limp and fell to the ground. He weakly let go of his rifle and heard the murderer say something before he passed out.
After solving the trouble, the woman picked up the rifle with gloves and ejected the bullets one by one. Then she threw the gun outside. She stood at the door of the freight car and wiped the dagger with her sleeve before giving orders in a cold voice.
"Hurry up and act."
"Hai."
Upon hearing the order, a short Asian man lit a kerosene lamp and drew three circles toward the dark woods in the distance. Several beams of lights lit up and he approached the scene.
Others quickly climbed into the car, ignoring the corpses of German soldiers on the ground. They used the crowbars in the car to pry open the wooden boxes, quickly took a look at the items inside, and began to move them after confirming that they were correct.
At this time, the light also arrived. It turned out to be several Renault light trucks that are common 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 car.
"Speed up, fourteen minutes."
The woman reminded her again that she had been delayed for a few minutes by the German soldier, and the already limited action time had become even tighter. She had to regain the time in the next step.
Her men also knew this and moved the wooden boxes to the car in an orderly manner. Five minutes later, except for one dead person, there were only a few golden bullets rolling on the ground of the car.
"Woo~"
A whistle sounded from the distance down the mountain. The woman pointed to the body and then to the valley. Immediately, two people carried the head and feet of the German soldier to the edge of the cliff. They swung the body twice and threw it down.
After dealing with the people and belongings at the scene, the Asians sprinkled gasoline inside and outside the carriage and lit it on fire before leaving. With the strong wind in the mountains, the carriage immediately burst into flames, which could be seen from a long distance away.
In the light of the fire, after counting the number of people, the woman looked back at the scene that had turned into a sea of flames. She waved her hand expressionlessly, and the truck loaded with target items and personnel drove into the logging trail.
Timber is an important industry in the northern region of Württemberg. There are many simple roads in the mountains, and this year's logging season has just passed, so the surface conditions of these roads are not bad.
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 very convenient to sneak into France or find a boat to go down the river to Switzerland.
The woman sat in the carriage covered by canvas, took out a flashlight and map to study the specific itinerary. They had been exploring and mapping the area for such a long time, all for today.
"Chief, the people who shoot the sandbox at the bottom of the mountain and send signals halfway will meet us in the small town ahead. It's just how to deal with the wounded, he is seriously injured." Someone came over and asked in a low voice.
After hearing this, the woman shined a flashlight on the pale wounded man. It was certainly uncomfortable to be shot at close range by a military rifle. The man must receive professional treatment, otherwise he was likely to die on the road.
She thought for a moment, then slowly slid her finger across the map, finally stopping at a small town: "The nearby residents said there is a surgeon here, not far from us, please bring someone to invite him back.
Remember to bring medicines and equipment. Someone may be injured on the way. If you go to get medicines at that time, your whereabouts will be exposed. After the operation is successful, move in the opposite direction before meeting at the next stop. "
"Hai, leader."
The person who asked the question picked a helper, jumped out of the car and went into the forest. The driver speeded up in time. The truck drove very fast on the rugged dirt road, and soon left the scene far behind.
An hour later, Berlin.
"Dingling bell~"
In an office in Abwehr, the German Military Intelligence Agency, a rapid ringing of the phone rang. Muhe, who was lying on the camp bed, jumped out of bed and rushed to the phone.
He picked up the phone and listened to what the Gestapo officer opposite said. His tired face was suddenly covered with frost. The blueprints for the three weapons were stolen, and even the carriage was turned into scrap metal.
What's even more annoying is that the first batch of support personnel who arrived at the scene lost track of the enemy. They only knew that the enemy drove a truck. Other than that, they didn't know anything else. What kind of clue was this.
An unknown fire rushed into his heart, and Mu He immediately said sternly: "Don't the Gestapo claim to know everything about the inside of the empire? If something like this happens, you must give a reasonable explanation.
In addition, personnel were sent to blockade the mountainous areas in northern Württemberg. The other party would definitely not be able to go far with a large number of drawings. It was necessary to prevent them from going to the French-German border area and alert the French to people smuggling across the border. "
His response measures were perfect, but as a result, the Gestapo reported another bad news. Someone escaped from the Japanese Embassy a few hours ago. The tracking personnel failed to follow him, and the other party disappeared.
"blädmann!"
(German idiot)
Mu He slammed the table and shouted angrily: "Let your people surround the Japanese embassy and ask the Japanese if they want to break off diplomatic relations with the empire. I will be there soon."
After saying that, he threw the microphone aside, grabbed the pistol and pocket watch from the table, walked into the corridor and blew the whistle, and the Abwell officers on duty rushed out of the room one by one with guns.
"Japanese Embassy, let's go."
Mu Hyuk said through gritted teeth.
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