The Colonel Warlord, who had been in London, couldn't wait to leave the "elite" unit he had found for a while, and then went to the Dover Front Command to retrieve the paper report that had been sent there.

As soon as the colonel walked on the front foot, Wren and Hans were happy.

"Hahaha, our luck is a little too good. Originally, I wanted to borrow a car to go to London, but I didn't expect to be taken to London by a colonel from London to guide me. Wren smiled at Captain Hans.

"yes, I just thanked you for helping me out, otherwise we would have been exposed. Don't say it, you're really a talent. Hans said half-jokingly.

"Haha, I also bumped into it for a while, I thought I couldn't fool this British, but I didn't expect him to simply believe it." Wren said modestly.

"Wren, this is your credit, I will definitely report to my superiors when I go back and give you credit!" Hans smiled and encouraged Wren, his eyes full of affirmation.

"Then I won't be modest, and I'll reluctantly accept this credit first." Seeing that Hans was so persistent, Wren couldn't excuse himself anymore.

"So what do we do next? Hans...... Oh no, Captain Frank. Wren asked.

"Then we split up and continued to look for the truck, I estimate that it will take two hours for the colonel to go back and forth, and in two hours we will come here with the truck to meet him." Hans commanded everyone.

However, after two hours, Hans and his team returned to the meeting point, and they still did not ask the National Guard for the truck they wanted.

The reason is simple, the truck of this National Guard has just been transferred by a general of the Dover military.

Just as they were at a loss, the colonel, who had gone to the Dover Front Command to receive a written order, returned.

What they didn't expect was that the colonel not only brought back the written order, but also two trucks and two truck drivers.

"It seems that he is still a high-ranking person, and he would have persuaded the captain to pretend to be a British colonel!" Wren whispered to his comrades next to him.

Hans, who had sharp ears, heard Wren's whisper, and he also turned his back on the British colonel in the distance, and quipped softly: "If this is possible, I would rather pretend to be Churchill and directly order the British National Guard at the front to retreat." ”

"Hahaha......" The group of German soldiers couldn't help but laugh when they heard Captain Hans's words.

"What are you laughing at? Why, can't you wait to get to London? Seeing the group of soldiers laughing so happily, the colonel tried to blend in with their jokes.

After speaking, he also walked over, went to Wren's side, and said to him alone: "Ensign, I still remember that you are from London, and you are about to go home, how do you feel?" ”

"It's a great feeling, Colonel, and I'm thrilled to see my family, my parents and children, and the streets of London that I've missed for so long." Wren's tone was very vivid, as if he was really a soldier looking forward to returning home.

Coupled with a fluent London accent, this time the British colonel was still successfully deceived by Wren and did not see any flaws.

"Stand! Align with the right! March! Under Hans's English command, the group of German soldiers managed to board the truck bound for London.

They were divided into two parts, one led by the British colonel himself in the first truck, and the second part led by Hans and Wren in the second truck, and the two trucks were on the way to London.

Due to the personal leadership of this senior officer from the London High Command, the special team can basically be said to have a smooth and smooth journey.

Soon, they came to a small town in the south a few miles from London, which was visited by almost all Londoners because of its proximity to London and its beautiful scenery.

It just so happened that the driver who was in the same car with Wren was also a native of London, and before they left, the driver heard the colonel say that Wren was also from London, so he started talking to Wren.

And this is not an easy thing for Wren, but fortunately, the quick-witted Wren has done some homework on the spot before leaving, so the general conversation is not difficult for him.

Looking at Wren, an authentic German, talking about the local cultural history of London with a real Londoner, Hans also pinched a handful of cold sweats for Wren.

But this time, Wren did not disappoint everyone again, and when he encountered something unclear, he cleverly avoided it by diverting the topic. In addition, he seized the lead of the conversation at every opportunity, telling the driver some irrelevant and nonsensical stories about his heroic battle in Dunkirk.

Just when everyone thought everything was going as they expected, until they made it to London, something unexpected happened.

Wren had done his homework on London before coming to England, but he had not taken into account the towns around London, even those particularly famous tourist towns.

"Hey, the view is really nice, I miss the time when I was a kid and I came here with my parents. Ensign, what about you? You and your parents must have had a lot of good times here, right? The driver looked at the scenery outside the window and said to Wren with a smile.

"It's beautiful, but I didn't come here when I was a kid." Wren replied lightly, wanting to skip the topic as soon as possible.

"What? You haven't been here! Almost all Londoners were brought to this beautiful town by their parents when they were young, and it is a Londoner custom that is almost set in stone and never stops once. The driver asked Wren in surprise.

"Well, I know, but I really haven't been here because my parents don't like to go far away." Wren replied reluctantly, his eyes full of panic and uncertainty.

"Is that so? I remember my mother telling me that it was our Londoner custom to bring our little children to play even if they were sick. Ensign, didn't you live in London as a child? The driver continued to ask Wren questions.

"Uh...... I didn't live in London when I was a kid. No, I lived in London all the time when I was a child. Wren was obviously confused by this question, and began to say something incoherent.

The driver looked at Wren and Captain Hans next to him alertly, and suddenly, he noticed a murderous look in the eyes of the two of them.

"What's going on with the car in the back, why did it stop?" The colonel in front saw that the car behind him had stopped, and he quickly ordered the truck at the head to stop, so that he could get out of the car and ask about the situation.

"It's okay, it's just that the driver in our car has a bad stomach and has gone to the grass toilet, let's wait here for him, I think he'll be back soon." Captain Hans said perfunctorily to the British colonel.

"That's right, well, then you guys will leave as soon as possible. Hurry up, we still have a mission to do in London! The Colonel said to them solemnly, and with that, he went back to his car.

A few minutes later, the "driver" returned, but although the driver was about the same size as before, he clearly felt that something was different from before. And the driver didn't say a word when he came back, and walked into the driver's seat with his head buried. At the same time, a soldier about the size of the driver in the back of the truck disappeared.

After another hour or so, the two trucks, loaded with the "British elite", finally arrived in London. And they were assigned the task of assisting and leading the London police to ensure that Moseley, who was under house arrest, would not be kidnapped by the former fascists under Moseley in Britain.

Sometimes, coincidences are really scary.

For example, this task assigned to the "elite platoon" by the British almost coincided seamlessly with the German mission that Hans received!