This time, a standard class of seven people came, but I didn’t know whether they were attracted by the dark interrogation room or were sent by the German officer just now to observe the situation.
Everyone returned to their previous state again, and the sound of whips and screams rang out one after another in the barracks.
"Bang bang bang."
This time it was Lin Biao who stepped forward to open the door.
He rolled up the cuffs of his military uniform to his elbows, looking like he had been tortured just now, but his helmet was held down extremely low, and only half of his face under his nose could be vaguely seen.
"Why is it so dark here?" asked the German squad leader.
"The fuse has blown out and is being repaired." Lin Zhu walked out of the interrogation room and gently opened the door with his backhand, thus covering up most of the situation.
Hearing the miserable howling inside, the German squad leader looked inside twice and asked, "How is the interrogation going?"
"I'm quite honest. I've confided a lot. Brothers, they just feel itchy. Let's teach them a lesson. After all, the Allies killed so many of our comrades." Lin Biao said with a smile.
"Yes." The squad leader of the German soldier nodded, "You can torture them, but don't beat them to death. Major Luca values these prisoners very much."
"Yes, we are just having fun, how can we really kill them." Lin Biao smiled easily.
"Okay, you ask questions first, and then we'll send them back to the barracks when we're done." The squad leader said.
"Okay, no problem." Lin Biao nodded and responded.
"Let's go." The squad leader greeted behind him, and a group of people continued patrolling.
Lin Biao turned around and walked into the interrogation room. At this time, Zhang Chi and Zhaka were hiding in the shadows behind the door, holding their submachine guns nervously in front of them.
"Let's go." Lin Biao said.
"Will anyone come again?" Liang Sicheng asked.
Lin Biao shook his head: "It's hard to say, but no matter whether people come or not, we can't always stay here."
He greeted Liang Sicheng, and the two of them came outside the interrogation room. He lit a cigarette for Liang Sicheng and himself. It seemed like they were chatting but he whispered: "After all, we are still in the enemy's concentration camp. Look at the observation towers around us." , and the enemy-handled gate, let alone causing chaos in the north of the city, it would be extremely difficult for us to rush out with our own strength."
Liang Sicheng nodded, "You haven't said your solution just yet."
Lin Biao took a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand and said, "Don't worry, let's take another look."
The pale searchlight swept over the two people's heads, causing Liang Sicheng's eyes to narrow slightly, "Don't think about being sneaky. With Mark as the wounded person, there are six of us in total. If we act together, the target will be too big."
After two more cigarettes, the two of them walked back to the interrogation room calmly and slammed the door behind them.
"How's it going?" Zhang Qi asked.
"After observing, the enemy's patrols at night are not very intensive. I can see about three squads patrolling at the same time. It's just that the searchlights in the four corners are too troublesome. Before taking action, kid, you must first get rid of the enemy's eyes." Lin Xuan said.
Liang Sicheng nodded, indicating that he was fine.
"Zhang Qi, you stay with Liang Sicheng. The two of you are the only sniper points. You help him see the enemy." Lin Bian continued.
"Okay." Zhang Qi nodded.
"My plan only has the first half, not the second half, because I can't tell what accidents will happen, so we only have division of labor and no plan for this operation." Lin Biao said directly.
"The Germans are really good at finding places. The campus walls they built to prevent students from skipping classes were turned into ready-made prisons." Liang Sicheng said helplessly.
"Zhaka and I will be responsible for carrying Mark into the barracks in a moment. Zhang Chi, you will follow us." Lin Biao said.
"What? Go in? Didn't you say that it would be difficult to get out after you go in?" Zhang Chi said in surprise.
"It's naturally difficult to get out if you are brought in by the enemy, but if we are the enemy, the situation will be different." Lin Biao explained, "Just now, the child and I went out to have a look. With only our strength, we want to get out from here. It’s so hard to rush out.”
"Since there is no way to be sneaky, let's do it openly," he said.
"What do you want to do?" Liang Sicheng asked.
"Remember what a concentration camp is for? It is a place where prisoners and special prisoners are held. So we have to instigate the prisoners here to revolt. Only in this way can we escape from here and take advantage of the chaos. Obviously, these people will also become We are an important force in instigating chaos in the north of the city. In my opinion, this is the best way." Lin Biao said.
Everyone suddenly realized that what Lin Zhuo said was indeed correct. This seemed to be the best solution to kill two birds with one stone.
"I have estimated that the German troops stationed here will not exceed the strength of one battalion at most. This can be proved by the fact that the officer just now was only a major. Therefore, the number of troops that can be mobilized in the concentration camp is limited. As long as we mobilize quickly enough, we will definitely Catch the enemy by surprise," Lin Biao said.
"Then when do you plan to take action?" Liang Sicheng asked again.
"The operation can wait until the middle of the night, but they must be mobilized as soon as possible. No one knows when the major will discover the anomaly here, or detect the errors in what we just said." Lin Biao said.
"Is it possible that you were discovered without going in, or maybe you went in but couldn't get out?" Zhang Qi asked.
"That's why I said that there is only the first half of the plan, not the second half. No matter what accident happens, we can only adapt to circumstances when the time comes." Lin Biao said.
"Mark, are you okay?" Lin Biao said to Mark on the stretcher.
"I have no problem, I will leave this life to you." Mark said with a smile.
Lin Biao distributed food and water to everyone and said, "Take a rest. We will start in ten minutes."
Ten minutes later, the door to the interrogation room opened, and Lin Zhu and Zhaka carried Mark out, with Zhang Chi following them.
Their steps were slow and steady. After walking about two hundred meters, they arrived at the gate of the barracks.
There were only two guards guarding the door, reaching out to stop their progress.
"This wounded man is too seriously injured. Major Luka specially ordered us to send him back to the camp to rest. This is his doctor." Lin Biao said unhurriedly.
The soldier guarding the door nodded, opened the door and let them in without saying anything else.
A strong body odor and an unknown rotten smell hit their nostrils, causing the three of them to instantly frown, especially Zhang Chi, who took out a mask from his bag and covered his mouth and nose.
For him, who is a mysophobic person, this is obviously a place like hell.
In fact, the concentration camp is not as strict as the prison, especially in the barracks. These people are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, numbly gathering together. There is not even a German guard. I don’t know if they can’t stand it here. Disgusting smell.
After the three people came in, the door at the back was tightly closed, making the place seem even more stuffy.
Occasionally, moans and grunts reached the ears of the four of them, which seemed to be a bit noisy here.
This place was originally a school. At this time, each classroom was transformed into a cramped barracks. Lin Biao looked at the classrooms through the searchlight outside the window. It could be described as overcrowded inside.
Lin Biao had an idea in his mind and carried Mark to the door of the largest classroom, pushing the door open and entering.
Some people who had not yet slept turned their heads and looked over. When they saw the shining steel helmets, they turned back with numb expressions. Naturally, it was impossible for the concentration camp to provide them with good food and provide them with physical strength to rebel. Their hatred for the enemy had already changed. It became numb as if waiting for death.
"Which one of you is the leader?" Lin Biao asked in English.
No one answered his words.
"Which one of you is the leader?" This time in French, many people finally turned to look at him.
"Which one of you is the leader?" This time it was in Italian.
When Lin Zhu asked again in Spanish and Portuguese, everyone who was awake finally looked at him.
"Who are you?" A man who looked a little shriveled and about fifty years old asked.
"Don't worry about who we are, we are here to rescue you." Lin Biao said.
"Just the three of you?" the man said disdainfully, "Oh no, four?"
Seeing Mark sitting up from the stretcher, he changed his words.
"Of course not. You have to rely on yourself to get out, but I can provide you with the opportunity to get out." Lin Biao said.
"What's your name?" the man asked.
"Lin Biao."
"Hello, my name is Paul." The man nodded and said.
"Are you the leader here?" Lin Biao asked.
"I can't talk about being the leader, but everyone still agrees with what I say." Paul said.
"The Allied forces will begin to attack the city of Caen tomorrow, so I hope you can play a role." Lin Biao said.
"How can I trust you?" Paul asked.
"You don't have to believe me, you just need to believe in the weapons in your hands." Lin Biao said with a smile, "My request is that with the sound of gunshots as an order, we will cooperate with you to escape from this concentration camp, and everyone will be there." The enemy's defense line in the north of the city is assembled, and the allied forces outside the city should cooperate with each other to capture this place."
"Weapons? Where did the weapons come from?" Someone finally began to whisper in the room.
Mark's expression was a little helpless, while Zhang Qi was full of excitement.
He must see how Lin Biao's magic works!
Then, Lin Biao took out his black-rimmed glasses from his arms, pinched the bridge of his nose, and began to shake his arms gently.
Clatter, clatter, clatter.
Countless firearms appeared from under his glasses as if by magic, instantly filling his feet!
