20 kilometers south of Stavanger, two Renault trucks run smoothly on the road.

"A little slower, a little slower." Martin, the medic escorting the car, shouted into the cab.

The driver, knowing that the wounded in the car behind him could not withstand the bumps in the road, cooperated to reduce his speed again.

Martin gently touched the wounded man lying on the stretcher in the carriage and said, "Hold on a little longer, we will soon be in Stavanger, where the doctor will operate on you, and you will be well soon." ”

"Ahem" the wounded man coughed violently, the blood staining the thick bandage on his abdomen even redder.

"I've been seriously injured, I'm going home?" The wounded stammered.

"Yes, you can go home." Martin said.

"It's so good, I'm finally waiting for this day, I'm no longer in this place, I'm going home!" The wounded man shouted hoarsely.

"You're going to go home, you'll be able to go home after the surgery, there's a transport ship arriving here at noon today, and you can take the transport boat away." Martin said.

The wounded man didn't even have the strength to speak at this point, but just stared at Martin with expectant eyes, and then slowly closed his eyes, gasping for breath.

Sarkozy sat in the back of the car with his back on his knees, staring indifferently with his remaining right eye.

Glancing at several wounded people in the carriage, one had shrapnel torn through his abdomen, one had been pierced through his neck, and one had his legs broken at the base of his thigh.

Sarkozy couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the head that was wrapped in bandages and only exposed one right eye, it seemed that his injury was already the lightest, and his left eye had gradually gained a sense of light, presumably not blind, the most serious consequence was just disfigurement, compared to the three unlucky people who might go to see God at any time, he had been gifted by God and saved a small life.

Thinking of his current condition, Sarkozy was filled with mixed joy, happy that he had been so badly injured that he could finally take a boat home; The worry is whether Bruni and the children will like to be disfigured when they return home.

Leaning on the canvas of the carriage, Sarkozy cursed in his heart, damned Germans, if you dare to bombard me with naval artillery, God will definitely punish you.

"Mr. Sarkozy, close the curtains and don't let the cold wind in." Martin said to Sarkozy suddenly.

Sarkozy nodded silently, and reached out his hands to tug at the curtain at the rear of the carriage, trying to block out the cold wind that kept burrowing into the carriage.

"Huh? What is that? Sarkozy was shocked.

Through the gap in the curtain, Sarkozy saw a convoy rumbling behind the truck.

Why are the shapes of these armored vehicles so familiar? It seems to be ・・・・・・ it seems to be German! Sarkozy made a judgment that made him shudder.

An armored car led by him quickly caught up, and seeing the two familiar steel helmets exposed on the front of the car, as well as the machine gun that was swinging the barrel of the gun aimed at him, Sarkozy jumped up in the car and let out a heart-rending roar: "Germans! Take cover! Then he threw himself into the carriage.

Martin stared blankly at the wounded man in the abdomen, heard a shout, and then saw a pair of big feet kick the wounded man on the head.

The dying wounded man was caught off guard by the heavy blow, could not hold on any longer, turned his head and stared at Sarkozy, "cough cough cough" and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. As the flame of life was extinguished, his round eyes slowly lost their brilliance, and he turned out to be dead.

"What do you want to do?" Martin roared and pounced on Sarkozy, holding Sarkozy's shoulders and shaking, and asked in a loud voice: "Look what you have done?" ”

"Germans, there are Germans." Sarkozy shouted as he stared at the curtain of the carriage.

"To hell with the damned Germans! I'm ・・・・・・ now."

The blinding light stopped Martin, who realized that the truck had stopped at some point. A large hand lifted the curtain at the rear of the car, and two heads with steel helmets appeared behind the car, four eyes staring at him intently, their eyes ・・・・・・ very unfriendly.

German! How did they end up here? Martin instantly felt that his young life had become bored, especially when he saw the German pull out a pistol and point it at him.

"For the sake of being a doctor, I can treat what you just said as if I didn't hear it, take care of your wounded, and don't do anything unfriendly." The German with the gun said in fluent French.

For Martin, the sound was heavenly.

The German soldier climbed into the carriage and searched for Martin's pistol, the only weapon of the French army in the carriage, and then jumped out of the carriage.

Through the gap in the tailgate curtain, Sarkozy and Martin saw two German soldiers standing at the back of the car, as well as a rumbling motorcade.

Glancing at each other, a common thought came to their minds, I am afraid that we will never be able to return to France.

Chen Dao glanced at the two French trucks parked on the side of the road, then picked up the binoculars and continued to observe the city standing in front of him.

Taking a hard puff of the Universe brand cigarette in his mouth, Chen Dao spit out the cigarette butt with a "poof", picked up the wireless telephone and shouted: "Second Lieutenant Wolf, send a telegram to your comrades-in-arms and tell them that we have arrived." ”

About five minutes later, in the basement of a dilapidated two-story building on the eastern outskirts of Stavanger, several men dressed in civilian clothes and exuding a fierce air gathered around the radio station, nervously watching the operator write a German word on a blank piece of paper: liberation.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at each other and walked out of the basement one after another. Ten minutes later, a steady stream of gunfire rang out in the city of Stavanger, and with the cooperation of the Ghisling elements, the long-dormant Brandenburg troops fired the first shots to liberate Stavanger.

Less than twenty minutes after the gunshots rang out, on the southern outskirts of Stavanger.

After a few cannon shots, sandbag positions and guard boxes arranged by the French troops on both sides of the road flew into the air. A few strings of bullets flew by, and the French soldiers who scattered for their lives lay in a pool of blood.

With a "click", a Type 4G tank smashed through the railing blocking the road and pulled to the side of the road, behind which were tanks, armored vehicles, and trucks.

Chen Dao's Bandit No. 1 stopped on the edge of the ruins of the sentry box, and Chen Dao jumped out of the car and brandished a box cannon and shouted, "Call the Norwegians and let them enter the city." ”

In order to keep up with the Norwegians' attack, Chen Dao specially seconded a number of trucks from the Germania regiment in order to keep up with the Norwegians' attack.

The Norwegian scouts jumped out of the trucks and then climbed onto Tank No. 4 on Chen's orders. The convoy then restarted and rushed into the city of Stavanger in the order of tanks first, armoured vehicles followed and trucks last.

Soon after the gunfire rang out in the city, there was not a single pedestrian on the streets of the city except for the two sides of the fighting.

The swaggering motorcade drove into the city, and soon after driving down the empty street, a window opened on a gray-and-white five-story building on the right side of the street.

A slender figure leaned out of the window, shook off a neat stack of red cloth and hung it out of the window, and then waved and cheered to the Norwegian soldiers on the tank.

Norwegian soldiers jumped out of their tanks and raised their guns in salute the Norwegian flag with a blue and white cross on a red background.

Two, three・・・・・・ as one window after another, more and more Norwegian flags were hung outside.

Amid the cheers, the Norwegian soldiers followed the No. 4G tank into battle・・・・・・

At 11:50 a.m. on April 18, 1940, after a brief and modest street battle, the German and Norwegian forces recaptured Stavanger, an important town in southwestern Norway, which became the first city to be liberated in the Norwegian campaign.

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