July 7th, sunny, with bright moon and few stars.
The hour and minute hands on the watch become a ninety-degree right angle on the dial, which also means that the time has reached nine o'clock in the evening.
The street lights are a little dim, and there are not many pedestrians on the street. It is no longer the bustling place it was in the past years.
After the power plant was destroyed, the power supply in the city became somewhat tense. However, through the joint efforts of the Germans and local residents, the basic power needs of the entire city of Caen were still guaranteed within a few days.
Although it is in the war years, although the city of Caen is still under the control of the Germans, although the Allies do not know when they will come again, and although the city of Caen originally had a population of hundreds of thousands, there are only tens of thousands left. However, in addition to basic survival needs, ordinary residents still have certain spiritual pursuits.
It also feels a bit like a carnival before the end of the world.
There are many more people on the street today than in previous days.
Although the Germans were already wary of the movements in the city, after many battles in the city today, the soldiers seemed to have finally gotten what they wanted, and the eyes of ordinary people no longer looked as scary as wolves. They finally had something. A breather.
The French are romantic in every sense of the word, and the Gallic Rooster never disappoints in this regard.
No, after the Germans announced that the martial law in the city was temporarily over, they began to set up night stalls on the streets. Restaurants and bars located on the roadside also opened their doors and started business.
This bar, located opposite the German War Headquarters, does the best business.
This is not just because many soldiers from the headquarters patronize this place. In the people's impression, this place has never been closed since the war began.
This is actually an amazing thing in their eyes.
Neither the German occupation nor the martial law in Caen seemed to have anything to do with this bar.
This at least proves that there must be a big background behind this store being so arrogant.
More people would choose to come to this bar to relax during their breaks, get drunk and forget all the unhappiness in their lives. Even the German soldiers who changed into civilian clothes thought so.
This is a rare paradise in the city of Caen.
The bar was a mixed bag of people, speaking French, German, and English, gathered in twos and threes. It seemed that after arriving here, everyone had completely stripped away their identities and were just pure drinkers and ordinary people, enjoying this rare tranquility. A moment of time.
The owner of the bar is a bald, fat man. He always looks taciturn. He seems to know everyone who comes here to drink, but he is not friendly with anyone. He just sells drinks silently, and then looks at the bustling people. People come and go.
No one knows the boss’s full name. Everyone is just used to calling him Lao Qiao. No one has verified whether Qiao is the abbreviation of George or John. Mainly because this guy never drinks with others and just drinks every day. Standing behind the bar, holding a glass of strong drink and sipping slowly.
Logically speaking, when doing business opposite the German headquarters, he should be cautious and at least be polite to those men who looked like German soldiers, but he was not and treated everyone equally. Later, it was rumored that he had seen him I had a glass of wine with Colonel Meier of the German Army and exchanged a few words with each other, so the listener would show an expression of sudden enlightenment.
Look at this guy, he has so much arrogance!
Perhaps in his mind, being able to have a drink with Colonel Meyer was enough to give him face.
Today is different from the past. There are many more customers in the bar due to the end of martial law in the city, and it is extremely lively.
Old Qiao was still selling wine behind the bar. He skillfully took out the glass under the counter, put in crystal clear square ice cubes, and then slowly filled the glass with whiskey.
The amber wine was pushed in front of the guest. The young man, who had obviously just grown up, said thank you, raised the glass, took a sip, and said: "I always say that the British are coming, why now?" No movement yet.”
His voice was loud, but not intrusive in the noisy bar.
However, people around you can still hear it very clearly.
"If you want to fight, fight quickly. Don't care who comes to this place. Can you let us live a stable life?" He suddenly became a little angry, "Old Qiao, you are familiar with the Germans. What are these sons of bitches? When can we leave France completely?"
This sentence itself is very taboo, especially in this bar full of German soldiers. Now it is not a strange thing even if someone suddenly takes out a gun and rewards him with a bullet.
However, everyone seemed to have not heard this sentence and was still drinking and chatting on their own.
This is Lao Qiao's place, and everyone must abide by Lao Qiao's rules. This is something everyone knows very well.
Of course, rules are not developed in a day. Many people have challenged or tried to challenge the freedom of speech in this bar, and then, without exception, they all disappeared from this world inexplicably.
This made Lao Qiao even more famous, and of course gave his figure a mysterious color once again.
Some people say that he was once a wealthy European plutocrat, and he is just experiencing life here. Some people say that he is a relative of Adolf, and he is here to help the Germans keep an eye on the movements of the Allies. Some people say that he and Churchill have a close relationship...
And our old Joe just opens the bar every day with his slightly red rosacea, without explaining, denying, and never admitting to anything, just like now.
He silently wiped the glass in his hand clean with a towel, then sat on his chair, drank the wine, and turned his eyes to the clock on the wall.
The young man himself only complained a few words, and he knew Lao Qiao's character, so he naturally did not expect Lao Qiao's approval. He continued to drink the whiskey in his glass, but his expression was a little depressed.
This is the case in a bar. Two people less than fifteen centimeters apart, one may be laughing excitedly, and the other may be crying. Human joys and sorrows are not the same, and everyone has become commonplace and accustomed to it.
Qi Zhen wandered behind the bar for a while, but she didn't see any suspicious figures around her, and naturally she didn't see the fat middle-aged man either.
He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost half past nine. If he had known at that time, he should have asked where on this street we would meet, which would have saved him from wandering around aimlessly.
There happens to be a streetlight behind the bar. Standing under the streetlight, you can clearly hear the movement in the bar, but Qi Zhen doesn't want to linger here all the time.
Sure enough, profiteers don't have a good thing.
Qi Zhen was thinking fiercely in her heart, still resenting the fact that she was forced to buy and sell a bottle of champagne to the other party.
At this moment, a gap suddenly opened in the seemingly tight back wall of the bar. Even Qi Zhen probably couldn't have imagined that there was an inconspicuous secret door here.
A bag of garbage was casually thrown outside the door, and then the door slowly closed without any movement.
Qi Zhen stepped forward, picked up the bag of garbage, and disappeared into the night.
"Damn it! It stinks so much!"
This bag of garbage was no ordinary garbage. It seemed to be mixed with the vomit of a drunk man. The moment Qi Zhen returned to the house and opened it, a nauseating smell rushed into his mind.
It is estimated that even if the enemy gets this thing, they will not be interested in opening it for inspection.
Qi Zhen began to wonder if it was possible that this thing was just a bag of ordinary garbage. How about she go back and wait?
If he had known, Zhaka, the Poison King, would be the one to deal with it. With the various smells and strange toxins in his body, he would be much better at dealing with this than him.
Enduring the severe nausea, Qi Zhen took a look inside.
Well, just a fucking bag of vomit.
He went to the bathroom sink, blocked the drain, and poured the contents of the bag down.
The sticky filth poured down, and he turned on the water, gagging, and left.
When the water filled the wash basin, the filth inside was diluted a lot, and a smaller bag floated on the water.
"This profiteer just came up with this kind of idea. What a damn talent." Qi Zhen murmured in a low voice.
He turned off the faucet and pulled out the palm-sized bag.
After cleaning up the filth and closing the bathroom door tightly, Qi Zhen was in the mood to take out the contents of the bag.
Inside was a neatly folded piece of letter paper, with an address and a few paragraphs written in English on it.
"Dear soldiers, I am very happy to see that you are still alive. We are all very happy about this. I am very sorry that we were not able to completely crush the Nazi forces in the Caen area during Operation Epsom, and the Germans' fighting will and tactical execution were Far beyond our imagination, your actions in Caen did provide great help to the Allies. Thank you very much for your great contribution to this.
Here, I hope to hand over a more difficult task to you. I heard that you have gathered many people's armed forces in Caen. This is really a very happy thing.
Your task is to gather all your forces on the morning of July 8th and launch the most violent attack on the enemy's headquarters in Caen. The Allies will also do their best to attack Caen on this day. This will This is a decisive battle between the Allied forces and the enemies of Caen City. We are determined to fight to the death with our enemies on this day and will never retreat. Your actions will contribute greatly to this battle and the liberation of Caen City.
Regardless of whether you are still alive after this battle, or whether you can complete the task of capturing the headquarters, you will become heroes of the Allies and even the world.
Sincerely, Montgomery. "
In addition to these few paragraphs, there is also a line of small words written crookedly on the signature.
"All members of the French People's Resistance Army died heroically." Mobile phone users please browse the game to get a better user experience.
