With the gasoline engines swaying and hissing, Haakon VII and his entourage rode in a Royal Guard troop truck and drove north along the city's main thoroughfare. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Because the truck is far less comfortable than a regular car, the pampered royal family members are distressed by the continuous tremors generated by the march, but none of them dare to raise any objections, because their future life and fate will directly depend on this escape today.

Outside the car window, the streets were not as chaotic as the old king had expected. Pedestrians and vehicles continued to move in their respective sections in an orderly manner, and the streets lined with shops wide open, as if unaffected by the German invasion. Haakon VII was stunned at first, and then in a low wry smile he figured out the reason for the situation.

After nearly 130 years of peace, the people living in this land have long forgotten what war is. What's more, this time the Germans arrived at lightning speed, and the central government had not yet had time to issue any substantive call to battle to the public, so the people who were at a loss were naturally so strangely at ease.

In addition, the Norwegian population was not averse to the Germans on the other side of the Channel. According to the racist ideas that have prevailed in recent years with the rise of Hitler, Norwegians belong to the Germanic ethnic group of Northern Europe, and they are ranked even higher than the Germanic groups in Central Europe that have been "polluted" by "inferior peoples" because of their purer blood. Since both parties are a family, what is the point of fighting life and death?

The only thing that comforted Haakon VII was that the sluggishness of the people of the capital facilitated his escape. In just about 10 minutes, the convoy left the capital and sped along the E6 towards the small town of Hamar, 130 kilometres to the north. There was a well-equipped broadcasting and communication facility that would allow the will of King Haakon VII to continue to be transmitted to the Norwegian people; What's more, there are several transport planes of the Air Force there, which allow members of the royal family to fly directly over the North Sea with their possessions to take refuge in the United Kingdom.

As for surrendering to the Germans, Haakon VII did not think about it at all, not to mention that he himself hated Hitler's mode of rule, and the fate of the small states annexed by Germany in the last two years alone was enough to make Haakon VII determined not to be the mouthpiece of this shame.

While his thoughts were wandering, Haakon VII suddenly felt the truck begin to slow down sharply, which made him widen his eyes and look at Carlos, the captain of the guard beside him, with a stunned gaze. Carlos stretched out his hand and pointed ahead and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the road ahead is blocked by obstacles, and we must clear it before we can go on the road." ”

When Haakon VII heard this, he saw an aspen tree lying on the road more than 100 meters ahead. There is also a considerable amount of gravel scattered around it, and it is impossible for vehicles to pass through it directly. Haakon VII's brow furrowed, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart. How could there be so many obstacles on this road all of a sudden, and it just so happened to block the road? It doesn't look like a truck has fallen at all, but rather a deliberate attempt to block the exit from Oslo via this road!

"Quick, we'll immediately turn around and take the country roads, which are most likely ...... laid by the Germans."

Before Haakon VII could finish speaking, a crisp gunshot suddenly rang out from the side of the road. Suddenly, there was a lot of gunfire around, and its intensity was as dense as a rainstorm; The windshield in front of the truck shattered and screeched, slicing open several long wounds on the old king's face. As soon as Haakon VII slumped down in pain, the truck swerved sharply to the right, and there was a piercing sound of metal rubbing against the ground. In the panic, I only heard the sergeant driver exclaim: "Our tires have been shot, and we can't accelerate at all!" ”

At the same time, the trucks behind them also suffered a similar fate, slowing down and moving forward were pierced by bullets from all directions, piercing more than one tire, losing their balance, and the driver had to brake desperately. The royal family members were terrified of the sudden change, screaming and screaming like crazy, and some even went directly incontinent, and the strong stench spread sharply from these beautifully dressed people. Seeing this scene, the Royal Guard soldiers who were in the same car with them couldn't help but show strong disdain in their eyes: this group of people is a parasite lying on the Norwegian people, and they have nothing to do but rely on the identity of the royal family to make a lot of money!

As the King's elite troops, the soldiers showed good military qualities, jumping from their wagons with swiftness and unhurriedness, and then relying on the trucks as cover to return fire to the enemy. The soldiers of the Guards were trained for a long time, and their marksmanship was in no way weaker than that of the German paratroopers. The Germans on the opposite side did not seem to expect to encounter such a hard stubble, and for a time they had no way to deal with the enemy on these roads. Speaking of which, the German paratroopers at this time did not have any heavy weapons that they could handle, and the most trustworthy ones were only the MG-34 general-purpose machine gun and wooden-handled grenades; A recoilless gun similar to the "RPG Cult" is still in the process of being developed, resulting in a serious shortage of the paratroopers' ability to attack fortified positions.

However, it was not only German paratroopers and the Norwegian Royal Guard that were present on this battlefield. Nearly 20 members of the Norwegian royal family were also in the truck bed, and when some of them were hit by stray bullets and blood flowed profusely, the psychological defenses they had struggled to hold on were suddenly shattered by fear. The royals cried out for surrender, and their howls even drowned out the gunfire on both sides and reached the ears of Haakon VII, who was walking with the captain of the guard, Carlos, on the other end.

Seeing that his relatives were crying and screaming so badly, especially his son Olaf, Haakon VII couldn't help but grit his teeth and make a war between heaven and man in his heart. If he dies in battle, what is the point of finally defeating the Germans and reinstating himself in Oslo?

"Dear Carlos, you and your men have done all the allegiance you should have as a soldier. Now give the order to lay down your arms in honor, and not to pay any more bloodshed. After some time, Haakon VII finally made up his mind and addressed the captain of his bodyguard. Carlos was stunned for a moment, his dusty face full of sadness and bitterness. Perhaps, as the other party said, his mission has been completed.

After two minutes, the gunfire on the road finally died down completely. The remaining nearly 100 Norwegian soldiers surrendered their weapons one after another, but they still looked at the Germans in front of them with stubborn faces, without the humility and cowardice of the losers. For these stubborn enemies, the German paratroopers treated them with sufficient respect and not only treated them in strict accordance with international law, but also solemnly buried the dead Norwegian soldiers by the Germans.

However, in the face of Haakon VII and members of his family, the German paratroopers were not polite. The leading paratrooper captain was taken aback by Haakon VII's status, but his orders were unequivocal: all members of the royal family were to be arrested by the Germans as Norwegian citizens, and all the gold and silver treasures on the trucks were to be confiscated as trophies.

"This is shameless robbery, this is despicable theft! This is the most heinous act of blatant trespass on private property, and you are ......" Prince Olaf was still roaring loudly with a flushed face, and a bullet burst out of his feet with sparks at his feet brought him to an abrupt end like a duck choked by the neck. Feeling the residual warmth of the muzzle of the pistol against his head, Olaf staggered to his knees on the hard, cold asphalt with his legs weakened. The German captain didn't look at this fierce guy anymore, and said directly: "Report to Colonel Kluze, we have captured the king of Norway, and now bring the man and the treasure back to Oslo immediately!" ”

Shortly after Haakon VII was captured, Oslo's coastal defenses were also lost.

Although the Norwegian fortified battalion reacted most quickly to the German paratroopers' surprise attack and relied on the battery fortifications to resist stubbornly, making it difficult for the paratroopers who lacked heavy weapons to advance, the paratroopers were not the only ones fighting. The Germans had air supremacy on the battlefield, and the bombers taking off from the mainland gave the paratroopers the most powerful support. In the piercing screams of Stuka dive bombers, one battery after another was blown up, and the German paratroopers took advantage of the situation to assault, and finally successfully uprooted the shore fortifications that could threaten the strait.

Receiving a signal of safety from the paratroopers, the German naval detachment, which had long been waiting impatiently outside the strait, began to march towards Oslo. Nine warships and four transports, led by the heavy cruiser Koblenz, carried a whole division of men and equipment for supplies. The port outside Oslo was also captured by paratroopers, allowing the troops to land as quickly as possible. Looking at the wreckage of the battery with thick smoke billowing from the shore, the German army and navy officers and men on the fleet were all full of joy: if there had not been paratroopers and air forces to clear the landing obstacles for them in advance, then in such a narrow waterway, the Norwegian large-caliber shore artillery would have been the sickle of death!

Seeing the fleet slowly approaching from the sea, the paratrooper colonel Kluze finally breathed a sigh of relief. After this group of troops came ashore, their own operation was considered to be completed. Next, it was time for these men to clear the remnants of the enemy and take control of the entire Norwegian land. Thinking of the confiscated Norwegian Central Bank and the royal property, Kluzer felt as if a fire was burning in his heart: how happy the great Führer would have been with the addition of so much hard wealth to the German Motherland!

"With this wealth, the army that will fight the French will surely become stronger." Kluze clenched his fists and whispered to himself. (To be continued.) )