Three days had passed since the attack on Colonel Chatham, the commander of the French occupation forces.
In a factory that was apparently abandoned due to bombing on the outskirts of Stuttgart, some messy footprints appeared on the white snow, causing the wild dogs that had been foraging nearby to hide.
In a dilapidated building in the factory, more than a dozen men with somewhat nervous expressions were looking out of the windows through the leaky windows vigilantly.
The leader was a middle-aged man who was missing a little finger on his left hand.
Different from the nervous men around him, this man looked very calm, as if he was by the stove at home. He lit a pile of sundries leisurely and stretched his hands, which were slightly blue from the cold, over the flames. of baking.
The men who were looking around with wary expressions glanced at the fire in the middle from time to time.
The look in his eyes was indeed not desire, but worry.
"Okay, everyone, don't be so nervous. It's just a small fire. It won't attract the French. Arrange one person to guard the surrounding area. Let's all come and warm ourselves up!
It's so damn cold. "
The middle-aged man said impatiently.
"Sir, why do you think Chief Leon called us here?"
There was an older man who continued to observe the situation outside unmoved while asking the middle-aged man.
After hearing the man's question, the middle-aged man said dissatisfiedly:
"Ask me, who should I ask? These Gestapo do things in a secretive manner, and they are not straightforward at all."
The man waved his hands repeatedly and said:
"Sir, can you tell me if something has been found?"
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he said to the people around him with a playful expression:
"He is responsible for hiding things. Isn't it easy to find them?"
The people around him began to show slightly excited expressions, as if their nervousness had been relieved.
"Now you should think about whether he will swallow this batch of things."
"Sir, isn't this used as military expenses for our resistance? If he dares to devour us, kill him."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man let out a disdainful smile.
These idiots haven't figured out the situation yet, and they still think that Germany still has a chance to make a comeback.
But that's fine. If it wasn't for these naive guys, how could he have the opportunity to come into contact with such a huge fortune.
Although he looked down on the idiots under his subordinates, he was very wary of this Gestapo named Leon.
Because he knows what a terrible guy this is.
What he couldn't understand the most was why this guy would be willing to take out this wealth and use it as military expenses for the resistance.
Leon is a clear-minded and cruel guy.
Is he really so loyal to the Führer?
This was really hard for him to believe.
Seeing that the middle-aged man did not speak, the people around him also had different expressions and did not ask any more questions.
He continued to observe the surrounding environment silently, but his nervous mood just now relaxed slightly.
I don’t know how long they have been here, but just when these people were getting impatient, one of them saw two black figures slowly approaching the hiding place from a distance.
"Sir, two people are here. They look like Commander Leon."
When the middle-aged man heard the report, he stood up quickly, picked up his binoculars and looked at the two figures on the snow.
Both of them were wrapped so tightly that their faces could not be seen clearly.
However, he still recognized the other person from the way one of them walked.
"They are coming. You continue to observe the surrounding situation and pay attention to whether there is a tail behind them. I will go to greet them."
After saying that, he handed the binoculars to the person next to him, put on his gloves, put on his scarf and walked out of the hiding place, facing the two people opposite.
Seeing smoke rising from the houses in the distance, one of the two people slowly approached the dilapidated factory and frowned, looking around with some dissatisfaction.
Seeing nothing unusual around him, he continued to move forward.
The two of them were walking in the snow, their bodies wrapped so tightly that it was impossible to see their identities clearly.
"Sir, a man came out."
Both of them saw someone walking out of the house.
After hearing his subordinate's report, the other person just snorted coldly and said nothing more.
But continue to move forward.
Soon the two parties met at a collapsed brick wall in the factory area.
I saw a man coming out of the factory raised his hand and said in salute:
"Sir Leon, former Major Sabio Robin of the Second Battalion of the SS Führer Guard is reporting to you."
The two people on the other side also raised their hands in a salute.
"Major Robin, we meet again. Come inside and talk! It's too cold outside."
Later one of the two said.
Soon, several people passed through the ruins and entered the dilapidated house where everyone was hiding.
The two people who came in took off the scarves around their necks and the hats on their heads.
Together with everyone in the room, he raised his right hand in a salute.
A chorus of "Hey! Hetler" echoed throughout the house.
The two people who entered the house were Polman's neighbor Leo and Leo's chief.
The man's real name was obviously not Paul.
"Sir, are you ready to take action?"
Major Robin couldn't wait, and the greed in his eyes flashed away.
Leon heard his question and did not answer directly. Instead, he asked:
"Major Robin, what are my orders to you?"
Obviously, he didn't expect Lieutenant Colonel Leon of the Gestapo in front of him to ask this question.
I can't help but complain in my heart, you really treat me like a green onion, I'm from the SS, not your Gestapo.
Everyone is working together temporarily, and they really want to give orders to me as a superior!
But he certainly won't show it directly.
After all, the other party has promised to provide them with military expenses, but the money is not their own, so why are they so awesome?
"Sir, the order we received half a month ago was to hide and wait for your call."
No matter how big your opinions are in your heart, you still need to show enough respect on the surface.
Otherwise, why should others provide you with military expenses?
"Then do you follow the order?"
Leon's tone was still unhurried, and no emotion could be heard.
But Leo, who was standing next to Leon, secretly took a step back.
Leo had a clear understanding of his commander.
Beneath the seemingly calm appearance at this moment, there is a volcano that could erupt on a large scale at any time.
Hearing Leon's question, Robin understood that he knew about his and others' actions in the past few days.
So this is a question of guilt.
"Sir! Listen to me, we happened to meet the other commander's commander when he was out.
At that time, time was very tight and we had no time to inform you.
But this opportunity is too rare for us to give up. "
"So, you don't think you're at fault, do you?"
Leon, whose tone became even colder, tapped his fingers on his thigh unconsciously.
This is a sign of his anger.
"Sir, we are a resistance force, so of course there is nothing wrong with attacking the French big shot!"
Robin continued to quibble.
Leon tapped his thigh with his hand and slapped the face of the ignorant fool in front of him.
There was a "pop" sound, which made the surrounding people angry.
Everyone was trembling.
He stood there obediently, not daring to move.
"You still know that you are a rebel! Now the French are under martial law throughout the city to search for your whereabouts. How dare you light a fire here to keep warm.
Don’t you know that the smoke from your fire will attract other people’s attention?
Can't you tell whether you are brave or stupid? "
Robin's fist clenched loudly after being slapped, and he wanted to hit the man in front of him in the face.
Because he really didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.
It was they who initiated this attack on Colonel Chatham.
They have been hiding near the headquarters of the French occupation forces, and they have finally mastered the principle of darkness under the lamp.
It did not attract the attention of the French occupying forces at all.
Robin knew his chance had come when observers noticed that Chatham had simply entered a nearby hotel.
There was no hesitation in launching an attack at the last moment.
The plan is also very simple and straightforward. They were all planned when they were hiding nearby and were continuously improved.
Unlike what Fang Lang and Colonel Chatham expected, they did not receive any advance news about this attack.
Everything is decided on an ad hoc basis.
Unfortunately, their firepower was insufficient and they were unable to kill Colonel Chatham immediately.
And the people in the hotel who were about to attack from behind were too frightened by Fang Lang's guards to dare to attack.
So the plan failed.
But Stuttgart was their home court. Although the assassination operation failed, they still calmly got rid of their pursuers.
As for whether igniting the fire would attract the French occupying forces, he felt that there was no need to worry at all.
In such cold weather, many people light fires to keep warm. In addition, many homeless Germans also need to light fires to keep warm.
He didn't think it was a mistake to do this.
Robin was very angry after being slapped.
However, he now also knows very well that now is not the time to resist, after all, the other party has what he wants.
So he decided to endure it and squeezed out a few words through his teeth.
"Sorry, sir!"
Leon couldn't see Robin's dissatisfaction.
After all, the other party and I are not of the same mind. The other party is a SS combat unit, and I am the Gestapo and belong to the intelligence department.
He also hoped to expand the size of the resistance army, so he took the initiative to approach the other party and said that he could provide the other party with military expenses.
In fact, in Leon's heart, he admired Robin very much for his persistence in fighting in such a difficult environment.
It's a pity that now it seems that the other party doesn't understand the difference between fighting behind enemy lines and before.
There is absolutely no vigilance that a guerrilla behind enemy lines should have.
Instead, he felt that he was on his own territory and was so arrogant that he looked down upon his enemies.
This is very dangerous. If you make a mistake, the French will catch the tail and the entire army will be annihilated.
Looking at the soldiers around him who were watching him, Leon knew that he could not be too harsh on these soldiers who continued to fight.
After all, these people are our own people and cannot be treated the same as enemies.
What's more, they did just launch a very deterrent attack and suffered a certain amount of casualties.
If you completely deny the other party's achievements, the enthusiasm of the soldiers may be seriously affected.
