In just a few minutes, the Germans gave Sanders and his infantry scare again and again. When Xu Jun appeared, Sanders recognized at a glance who the German in the beautiful uniform was.

The British propaganda departments did not publish any pictures of this man when they advertised him as a demon, because the man was too handsome for the British, and especially the Junker aristocracy and elegance that he showed in all the photographs could not be associated with the devil. In order not to affect the effect of propaganda, the image of this person appears everywhere in the form of ugly caricatures.

And when he was proclaimed as an angel, the propaganda departments were even more afraid to publish his picture, because they did not want the British citizens who already worshipped him to worship him more fanatically. Especially for those English girls who like handsome and elegant men and love to daydream, neither the strict laws of war nor the materially poor rationing system can stop them from continuing to dream of Cinderella. The officials of the Propaganda Department really did not dare to imagine what kind of stupid things those usually very smart girls and ladies would do when they saw this young European nobleman who was different from the nobles of the English court, who were sick no matter how they looked at it, and who were full of vigor and vigor.

One officer once said with a wry smile that although this might provoke the anger of the British boys and inspire them to fight, he suspected that by that time the girls would destroy more British soldiers than the Germans. Those officials couldn't help but wonder why the Germans couldn't find someone who looked like Moltke or Bismarck as their deputy Führer, wasn't that a native of Germany? As a result, not many people in England knew the true image of this man, and everyone imagined the image of the German field marshal in their minds by that description of the words.

But Sanders had seen pictures of this man, and had seen them hundreds of times, and the image of the German marshal had been deeply engraved in his mind. There was only one reason, he had been ordered to assassinate this German military genius.

At that time, the Battle of Dunkirk was going on, and the naval warships had not yet become debris floating in the strait, and he was secretly called to the army headquarters. He was only an Army Major at the time, and he never dreamed of what he would see when he was ushered into the conference room of the Army General Headquarters. A group of tri-armed giants and British Prime Minister Winston Churchill are waiting for his arrival. Churchill didn't say anything more to him, he only inquired about Sanders and handed him a tightly sealed envelope. Sanders was then taken out of the meeting and taken by car to a villa outside London, where he was only allowed to open the envelope. Inside the envelope was a photograph of the German field marshal in front of him, all his personal information, and an order.

The order assigned him to immediately train an elite company, and then lead this company to sneak into the German occupation zone to assassinate a man who might pose a serious threat to the British. Sanders adhered to the tradition of the British, and he strictly obeyed this order.

Sanders carefully selected a company of outstanding soldiers from the remaining units in the British mainland, and then subjected them to brutal and rigorous military training. London also specially transferred a German instructor to teach them to learn German for this operation, and two captured German ** officers came to teach them the living habits of the German ** team, after all, they could not force their way into the German position by force, they could only disguise themselves as German ** team and infiltrate.

Everyone knew what this operation meant to them, the news of the debacle at Dunkerke had already arrived, and they knew that it was now even less likely that they would escape from France alive. Even if they were captured, they would be shot on the spot as spies, because it was indeed a serious violation of the rules of war and dishonor, and no one would criticize the German ** team for the way they handled it. But all the soldiers persevered, and none of them offered to quit or show fear.

Sanderson was very satisfied that he had obtained a company of truly loyal and brave elite soldiers, and he was very satisfied that he had successfully completed the first phase of the work in two weeks, and that he had the soldiers, the necessary equipment, the moral uniforms, and the well-forged documents, and now he was waiting for the order to set off from London.

But then things turned out completely unexpectedly, and the operation was abruptly put on hold. Sanders and his soldiers anxiously awaited the order to set out, but London gave them no other instructions than to continue their training, as if the giants had forgotten about them. The training continued, but the morale of the soldiers wore by as the days passed. Although they also enjoy material treatment that other army units could never dream of, the psychological torment has caused very serious damage to these soldiers.

News of the target kept pouring into the camp, and the soldiers were frightened by the rumors, and although they believed that if they were lucky, they might be able to complete the mission, but they had lost the sharpness they had had been a week ago. They may be called the most elite units of the British Army, but they are still young men in their twenties, they are not machines without reason and feelings, they have not been on the battlefield, and they lack the patience that veterans have honed through a hundred battles. By the time Sanders found out, it was already too late, and a sense of impatience and frustration had already spread among the soldiers, who all thought they had been abandoned.

Sanders hurried to London in person, reported to Ismay, chief of staff of the three services, about the current situation of the troops, and asked the War Office to give his troops some tasks, whether it was patrolling or repairing fortifications, in order to maintain the morale of the troops. He also asked the chiefs of staff of the three services when their operations would begin. Ismay's answer surprised him, the operation had been permanently canceled, and the target was no longer in France but in Poland.

The chiefs of staff of the three armed forces then explained in detail to the stunned army major why they had not given the order to assassinate. That person has now become a person who cannot be touched casually, although it is not known which link leaked the secret, but from the current situation, the assassination plan has indeed been obtained by the Germans. For the arrogant "Cypress" regiment had sent a telegram with their captured British code, and they threatened that if the British dared to harm their commander-in-chief in dishonorable ways, they would not hesitate to execute all the British officers in their possession to pay tribute to their deputy Führer. Not only them, but almost all the German legions sent the same message. They also threatened that if Marshal Reinhardt was killed, they would announce the plans for the operation to the whole world, and Britain would be put in an unprecedented passivity.

Although assassination is the most commonly used method in warfare, it is a taboo that no one can mention in the international community, which contradicts the moral concept of mankind and is spurned by everyone, and Britain must not stand in that position.

However, it is strange that the German government did not issue any fine notice and protest, which made Ismay puzzled.

Thankfully, Sanders had finally paid off, and he had received the task he desperately needed from Ismay. His troops were to launch a landing raid, but not to France but to Norway, and not to assassinate but to protect a group of important people and supplies back to England. In fact, Ismay had forgotten about the small company, and had been worried about not being able to send enough elite troops, but Sanders' arrival helped him solve the thorny problem at hand. As a result, British Army Major Sanders was promoted to a higher rank, and led his troops to the Devonshire in high spirits.

Just when they were excited about the first battle that was about to begin, they encountered this ambush by a German submarine. Sanders now felt that he couldn't laugh or cry, and the target of the past was standing in front of him in such a grand manner, and he was still aiming at hundreds of rifles under his command. Now, at the sound of an order, the British Empire's greatest enemy would become the first field marshal in German history to become a colander.

But he now clearly knew that he must not hurt this marshal by a single hair. Otherwise, the honour of Great Britain and the lives of the officers who were attached, including the lives of his present men and all the sailors on this battleship, would have been wiped out with the fall of the German. The Germans would not let go of themselves who had fired, and Sanders had not forgotten the two German submarines that were lurking nearby, and the Germans were unlikely to let any of the Englishmen present survive, and they would carry out a retaliatory massacre. The Germans would say that the marshal had died under the assassination of the British, that they would announce the British assassination order to the world, and that they would even use the bodies of themselves and their own men as evidence, because no Englishman would be alive to refute their words. What's more, now this German field marshal is negotiating with his own side, in fact, it should be persuaded to surrender. According to the rules of war, you can refuse the other party's request for negotiation, but you are absolutely not allowed to attack the other party during the negotiation process after agreeing to the negotiation, which is also a very shameless act of treachery, no different from assassination, so even if you survive, you will not be able to refute the accusations of the Germans, and the honor of the British Army will be completely destroyed, and the British Army officers will no longer have the face to raise their heads in front of their peers to speak.

"Lieutenant Colonel...... That person, isn't it ......?"

A soldier standing beside Sanders asked in a trembling voice, recognizing the German field marshal, the target to whom he had been subjected to that brutal training. Not only him, but almost all the officers and men of the army now recognized the man, and their eyes were full of excitement. The soldiers looked at Sanders expectantly, hoping that he would give the order to shoot and then eliminate the man they had been trying to kill once and for all.

"Everyone obeys my orders." Sanders puffed up his chest and shouted.

Hearing Sanders' order, all the soldiers clenched their rifles, and they put Xu Jun firmly into the crosshairs, and the soldiers all held their breath and waited for the final order. They knew what they were going to face when they fired, but no one hesitated, and they felt that the training they had endured had finally paid off today. All regrets will be dissipated with the sound of this gun, they have kept their oath, they have fulfilled the last duty of a soldier, and what will happen to them in the future no longer means anything to them.

But Sanders didn't continue to give orders, his eyes were fixed on Xu Jun on the submarine, he hoped to see a frightened or frightened expression on the face of this German god. But to his disappointment, the German did not look frightened at all, he still maintained that hateful smile, and Sanders even felt a contempt in the man's eyes. Sanders had never seen a man with such grace and arrogance in the face of a hundred rifles aimed at him, and although he was an enemy, he admired the courage of the German from the bottom of his heart.

Indeed, worthy of the German god of war, the knight of knights, Sanders sighed, and then shouted: "Listen to my orders." ”

He glanced at the soldiers, who almost opened their guns at the second order, some of them trembling visibly, but none of them pulled their triggers.

It seemed that the rigorous training had not been wasted, Sanders nodded slightly, and he continued to command loudly: "Rifle - put down!" ”

"What!"

All the soldiers couldn't believe their ears, and they looked at their commander in amazement.

"Rifle - put down!"

Sanders issued the order again, as if he hadn't seen the soldier's suspicious gaze, and this time with much more harshness. The soldiers realized that their commander was not joking with them, but they still did not understand why the commander issued such an order, but an order was an order, and the reflex created by the constant and rigorous training prompted them to put down their rifles and then stand still with their guns in order.

Sanders commanded again in a loud voice: "Rifle - upper shoulder." ”

The soldiers didn't understand what Sanders was up to, but they trusted the stern lieutenant colonel, they believed in this man's loyalty to the Empire and his love for them, and they knew that the commander would do nothing to hurt them. So everyone strictly obeyed the order.

Ignoring the bewildered chatter of the nearby sailors, Sanders nodded to Casente, who was looking at him from the bridge, and Kasente nodded to him as if he understood all this.

Sanderssen saw that the crew of the submarine had quickly gotten out of their entrances and exits, and then ran to the weapons on deck, and he knew that he had lost his best chance to kill the German marshal forever. But now it's useless to think about anything, he has betrayed his subordinates, the only thing he hopes now is that his choice is right, he believes that his subordinates will understand his concerns one day, and he hopes that they will forgive him for making this decision.

Xu Jun stood in the U37 command tower and looked at those British Army soldiers, just ten seconds ago he really thought he was going to die here, so far away he could feel the cold light in the eyes of those soldiers at that time.

But he found that he did not feel any fear at all, and he realized that death could no longer make him afraid, perhaps because he had died once, or maybe he had seen too much death, and now he was no longer as afraid of the threat of death as he was when he first arrived. So he calmly faced the weapons, and he scorned those who wanted to harm him with his smile.

Now the British have finally laid down their arms, and although I don't know why, it is a good start to mutual communication. Giselle saw the British soldiers put down their rifles, and he hurriedly gave the order to his men below through the entrance hatch to rush out of the deck. The previous minute had almost caused him a heart attack, and he wouldn't allow that to happen again. Xu Jun's subordinates also took the opportunity to climb the conning tower, and the four SS commandos quickly loaded the two machine guns, and then turned the muzzles of the guns to the deck of the British battleship.

Xu Jun took a loudspeaker from Hans's hand and shouted into Cassente on the cruiser's bridge.

"I am Field Marshal Reinhardt of Germany. Feng. Stadler. First of all, let me pay you a heartfelt tribute to the bravery of the British Navy in the battle that preceded it.

Now, your ship is wounded and surrounded by my submarine group. It would be a nuisance for both of us to continue fighting.

You cannot be victorious, and we are not willing to continue this filthy slaughter. So I beg you, Captain Cascent, to surrender to us in order to protect the precious lives of your men.

I am here to assure you that you will be treated as you deserve, and that you will not be treated unfairly in the name of my soldiers.

You also know what it means for you to keep fighting, you have fought bravely, and you have done your last thing. It is foolish and pointless to continue fighting, you have fully demonstrated your glory, and now that your war is over, you have done your part for the British Empire.

Now I give you two choices, first, you cease all your resistance and surrender to our German armed forces, and I promise that you will be able to return to your family and loved ones when the war is over.

Second, if you continue your fight, we will show no mercy to you, and I am sure that some of you will die for this, and that you will be captured by us if you survive, but it will probably be a little wetter than the former.

Alright, Mr. Captain. You can choose any of these paths now, please give me the answer as soon as possible, you must know that the survivors on the destroyer are still struggling in the sea, if you don't surrender, neither of us can save them, the water temperature is very low now, please don't delay their time. ”

After speaking, Xu Jun took the hot coffee brought to the control tower by a sailor, and waited calmly for Cascent's reply.

But what he didn't expect was that before he could swallow the coffee in his mouth, Cassente had already replied loudly: "Your Excellency Marshal Reinhardt." Thank you very much for giving us a fair chance and we are willing to surrender. ”

Listening to Cascent's answer, Xu Jun almost squirted the coffee in his mouth. The British's surrender was completely unexpected, and it seems that his goddess of luck did not go far, and she was still watching over him and the world in the air.