When the bombing began, German Private Owens was playing poker with a few of his teammates. Gambling is forbidden in the army, but it's okay to play cards. Of course, the completely colorless Shimizu poker is completely unexciting. So, there is still a little bit of a jackpot in this poker. However, this is really not gambling, in the words of Sergeant Cook, how can it be considered gambling when there are only a few Reichmark cards that come and go?

But Owens' luck was so good today, in just a few moments, there was a small pile of Imperial Marks in front of him, Owens looked up and saw that Sergeant Cook, who was sitting opposite, had turned blue - the pile of money in front of Owens was almost all lost by him.

When it was the turn of the cards to be dealt again, Sergeant Cook shuffled and shuffled the playing cards, and then solemnly placed them on the small table, around which several people divided.

The first card is an ace of spades, and then a king of hearts...... In this game, Owens' luck was as good as ever, but Sergeant Cook's face became darker. As soon as the cards were dealt, Sergeant Cook stood up and slammed the poker in his hand to the ground. He also said viciously: "Dog (river crab) day, don't play!" It's too back! ”

Before Owens could speak, Christian next to him spoke first: "What's the matter, why wasn't it like this when you won yesterday?" Want to run when you see a bad card? Why don't you go before you have just dealt? ”

Cook turned around and glared at Christian, "Mixed [a^book^read^novel][.[ yb][du].] Account, what do you say! ”

"What did Lao Tzu say, you are deaf and can't hear?" Christian also stood up without showing weakness.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Owens hurriedly stuffed the money in front of him into his pocket. He was busy when someone suddenly hit him hard, knocking him to the ground.

"Got into a fight?" That was Owens' first instinct, but he knew right away that it wasn't, for a loud explosion had crept into his ears before he passed out, and he had seen the barracks fly like shredded paper

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Eight P/A-38 bombs dropped the entire barracks to rubble. There may still be many German soldiers in this ruin, but they will certainly not be able to interfere with the actions of the commandos in a short time. Among other things, the oscillations caused by the explosion of an aerial bomb alone are enough to severely disrupt a person's vestibular function. Even if these Germans were unscathed, they didn't want to stand up for more than half an hour.

Now the most immediate threat to the commandos is the patrols on the streets.

Now, there were two patrols on the streets of Calais, and fortunately, at this time, they were both at a distance from the Gestapo headquarters. This is an excellent thing for them, otherwise, the heavenly P/A-38 will definitely give them a good look. They also seem to know this, so they move rather slowly towards the Gestapo headquarters - of course, this is also due to the chaos on the streets after the air strikes.

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It had been several minutes since Commando Leader John had entered the building, and just as Vice-Captain Wallace had begun to seriously consider whether to retreat first, several figures finally appeared in his sight. At the front was captain John, who carried a man on his shoulder, and several other team members were behind him, one of whom carried a large bag in his hand.

"Retreat!" John ripped off the gas mask from his face and threw the man on his shoulder to Wallace. It was a moral officer, but now he is unconscious.

"What's that?" Wallace asked, pointing to the big bag?

"I don't know if some of the documents I got by hand are useful."

The commandos quickly pulled out of the fence, climbed into the truck, and drove away in the truck.

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The Germans in the city were unable to react quickly, and the Germans outside the city naturally had no time to react. At this time, the truck carrying the commandos, escorted by several P/A-38s, picked up the two snipers at the church and galloped out of Calais. The checkpoints at the Germans at the junction had long been smashed by shells falling from the sky, which did not stop them in the slightest.

Retreat is more difficult than attacking. There were many German troops near Calais, and it was impossible to completely suppress them with the 21st Attack Aircraft Wing alone. A little slower in the retreat, the consequences are unimaginable. If the attack had taken place a few years earlier, the possible retreat would have been something like this:

The commandos find a place to hide, wait until it gets dark, and then come to a beach somewhere, and then the Royal Navy will pick them up in a dinghy. But now, with the establishment of the Maginot Line along the coast of the Atlantic Barrier, it is no longer possible to go to the beach and take a boat. And it's unlikely to go to Switzerland like in "Tiger's Mouth". Switzerland is so far away that it would be incredibly difficult for a group of Yankees to get there safely.

So now, the only way to retreat is in the air. According to the retreat plan, the assault team will first retreat to a glade on the outskirts of Calais. In the sky over that open space, eight British "Leesander" MKIIISD liaison planes were waiting quietly.

The "Lysander" liaison aircraft is a single-engine, upper monoplane, low-speed, two-seat light aircraft, its wing shape is designed to be peculiar, in order to enhance the flight performance at low altitude and low speed. It is characterized by the maximum thickness in the middle of the wing, which gradually thins towards the inside and outside of the wing, and is only half as thick as the middle at the wing root.

The low-speed take-off and landing performance of this aircraft is so good that it is almost like a biplane (river crab) aircraft. It could take off and land on very small grassy fields, and was often used by the British to send spies to German-occupied territory or to retrieve pilots who had been rescued by the Resistance in the skies over Europe. The MKIIISD, on the other hand, is a very low-volume, dedicated model for transporting spies, and SD stands for "Special Duties". Compared to the prototype, the MKIIISD type has a number of improvements. The biggest change was the removal of the machine gun in the rear seat and the increase in the rear cabin space to accommodate three people, thus increasing the rated crew to three. There is also an additional ladder under the rear cockpit to allow spies to get on and off the plane quickly. In order to increase the range, auxiliary fuel tanks were mounted on the belly of the aircraft. In addition, armor was installed in the belly and cockpit, and the on-board radio communication equipment was improved.

In the past, the transport of personnel by the "Lesander" MKIIISD liaison aircraft was always carried out at night, and only one was used at a time. However, this time, relying on the absolute air supremacy of the Allies, this kind of aircraft, with a maximum speed of only 300 kilometers and a maximum flight altitude of only 4,500 meters, actually took the risk of flying out in groups to carry out the mission during the day.

When the planes landed in this small clearing, they were discovered by several rape policemen who had fallen towards the Germans. These despicable traitors did not dare to find out for themselves. If they had such courage, they would not have become traitors in the first place. So they only dared to make a phone call to their German masters.

A group of German gendarmes stationed nearby, mounted their BMWs, mounted MG-42 machine guns on the body, and drove along the road towards the place where the plane had landed. It's just that in the sky above this area, there are several P/A-38 attack planes cruising and flying, and this motorcycle team has just gone out, and these attack planes are not staring at it.

Four P/A-38s swooped down from the air in a column, and the P/A-38 in the lead fired the rockets first. After it fired all the rockets. The plane quickly pulled up, and with a nice somersault, flipped to the rear of the group. At this time, the attack aircraft that had been following it also began to fire rockets at ground targets......

The third P/A-38 did not continue to fire rockets after the second P/A-38 fired all 20 rockets hanging under the wings and then exited the attack with the same somersault. Because now there are no cluster targets on the road suitable for striking with rockets. All the German motorcycles were either blown up or overturned on the road and in the gutters on the side of the road. The usually swaggering chain dogs (as the French Resistance called the German gendarmerie) were either killed in the air raids, or they were wounded and lay helplessly moaning on the road. A small group of guys who were more agile and reacted more quickly, and when the plane swooped down, they resolutely abandoned the car and escaped, and they rushed into the forest on the side of the road at a speed that broke the world record for 100-meter obstacle runs. The huge dark green umbrellas stretched out by the trees in the forest blocked the view of the American attack planes and saved the lives of these guys.

But there are only a dozen of them that have survived. They had lost their bikes, and if they wanted to complete the mission, they would have to walk through the forest. And in doing so, the speed of progress becomes very slow, and it is estimated that they will not be able to reach the remote glade in less than an hour and a half.

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The truck carrying the assault team stopped at the edge of the woods, and the commandos jumped out of the trucks and went into the forest under the guidance of two drivers sent by the resistance, and walked in the forest for about ten minutes. At this time, a cuckoo's cry was heard from the front. The members of the two Resistance groups immediately responded by mimicking the cuckoo bird's call. So two or two resisters with Stern submachine guns turned out from behind the big trees in front. They nodded to the commandos and led them on, and in a few moments a glade appeared before them.

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Frederick, the first SS captain, stood in front of the Gestapo headquarters building and watched as the charred bodies of the war dead were constantly being carried out of the building. His face was pale, and he couldn't help but wonder if he would have turned into a charred corpse if he had gone out even ten minutes too late. Apparently the enemy was coming at the woman. Surrounding her to rescue her, the enemy dared to make such a risky move, and from here, it was not difficult for him to see that the enemy attached great importance to this woman.

"Fortunately, I have long seen her importance, and I sent her to Paris last night." Now, Frederick can only console himself with this.