Sure enough, Wren's party walked less than 10 miles south before they encountered troops of the British National Guard.

"Who are you?" A British captain of the National Guard, seeing Rennes and his party from an unknown source, took two steps forward and asked.

"My name is Jackson, and I am a captain platoon commander of the 6th Division of the Expeditionary Force, and I am ordered to go to London, but the road is far away, and we don't have trucks, so I want to borrow two trucks from you." Captain Hans stepped forward with a natural expression and spoke in fluent London English.

"I'm sorry, we only have four trucks here, and I can't lend them to you without instructions from my superiors. Because this is used to transport the wounded at the front. The captain of the National Guard replied, in a very strong tone, as if there was no consultation.

Thankfully, the British National Guard captain didn't seem to notice anything unusual about the unit in front of him.

"I beg you, Captain, that there really is no consultation?" Hans continued, pretending to be difficult.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."

Looking at the National Guard, which was about four or five hundred people on the other side, Hans gave up the idea of robbery with great interest.

"Okay, let's go find another way." Hans had no choice but to compromise.

According to Hans's temper in the past, he really wanted to open up the formation and fight this group of National Guards, who were under the fighting power and were not long-sighted. But now is not the time, their goal is to free the hostages, not to be out of the mood.

"Stop!" Just as Hans and the others were about to find other British teams around them to cheat the car, a voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Captain Hans and Wren and other non-commissioned officers were shocked at the same time, but their faces still deliberately remained calm.

"Pretend you didn't hear it!" Hans whispered a reminder to several of the German squad leaders around him.

"Stop, the infantry team in front of me will stop immediately!" The shouter found that Hans's troops still had no tendency to stop, and hurriedly trotted after them.

"Did you find out?" Hans was suspicious, but he still shouted the British army's command: "Stand!"

Hearing this order, Rennes' group immediately stopped in unison, and the whole process was smooth, quite like the usual style of the German army to maintain a magnificent queue.

However, what they didn't expect was that the person who ordered them to stop was not actually malicious.

"It's incredible, Captain, is this your troop? It's been a long time since I've seen such a well-organized marching procession. What are you from? A high-ranking British officer caught up with him and exclaimed in surprise.

He walked up to Hans and looked at the neatly lineed, well-armed soldiers, with an approving look.

This man was one of the colonels who had arrived from London on Churchill's orders to the thousands of officers who had been on the front lines. As he passed by, he happened to see Hans's troops.

After the defeat at Dunkirk, the British Army, which was frantically expanding, had a sharp decline in both weaponry and the quality of its troops, and there were very few troops of this level. Therefore, this colonel was attracted by Hans's elite infantry platoon at a glance.

"Thanks to the Colonel for the compliment! We were the third platoon of the 2nd Battalion and 1st Company of the 3rd Regiment of the 6th Division of the British Expeditionary Force, and we were one of the few troops to be withdrawn from Dunkirk. I'm Captain Platoon Commander Jackson. Hans replied loudly with his head held high. If you don't know the inside story, you can even feel a trace of pride as a member of the expeditionary force from his words.

But in fact, Hans's resolute and brave look was all fake. Now all he was thinking about was how to deal with the high-ranking regular officer in front of him.

"Colonel? How could there be a colonel officer in the militia of the National Guard? Hans noticed that the back of his shirt in his uniform was already drenched with sweat.

If the newly recruited British troops could not find their flaws, this colonel, who was clearly from the regular army, must have been through a lot of battles. If they don't pay attention, they will be spotted by this person.

"What's wrong, Captain Jackson, do you have any questions?" The British colonel leaned over and asked with a smile.

"Colonel, I'm fine. Just wanted to take the liberty of asking, is there anything you called us to stop? Hans looked the Colonel in the eye tentatively.

"Actually, it's not a big deal." The colonel preached with a pleasant expression.

"You have a very good team of men, and I can tell that they are very well trained. So I would like to give you a special mission. But I also have a question, didn't I hear that your 6th Division was completely annihilated by the Germans outside Dunkirk? How did you get back? The Colonel looked at Hans suspiciously, and his eyes were filled with a very strange feeling.

"We ......"

Just when Captain Hans was at a loss and didn't know what to say, the quick-witted Wren hurriedly took two steps and one step before revealing the stuffing, rushed forward and hurriedly said: "We are a company directly under the division, and at that time, in order to protect Staff Officer Jack, we went to the headquarters and left the large army. Later, he withdrew to the country with the headquarters. ”

When Wren said this, he was almost unchanging nonsense.

Because the British Expeditionary Force was withdrawn from the country, the establishment was so chaotic that it was basically impossible to smoothly count which people belonged to which units, which units and which parts survived. Therefore, even if the British colonel in front of him calls the London side for confirmation, it is difficult to get an accurate result in a short time.

And now that the war has begun in full swing, the other side, which is tired of running for its life, has no energy to investigate and suspect the formation of a platoon-sized unit.

"Very well, second lieutenant." The colonel looked at the British rank Wren was wearing, nodded lightly and approvingly.

Then the British colonel turned to Hans and said in a loud voice: "Captain Jackson, I now take over your command in the name of the London High Command, and your men are now under my command." ”

"What, Mr. Colonel, can you tell me what happened? We're troops sent to the Dover Defense Command, so you can't just let us go with you, can you? Hans continued to make up lies and wrestle with the British colonel.

"Captain, you have to know what you should do now, I, as the supervising officer personally sent by the Prime Minister, represent the High Command in London! And I'm thinking about you. A unit of your calibre should not be wasted in trench warfare, but more appropriately to travel to London to protect the safety of the senior chiefs. The colonel said half-exhortationally, half-commandingly.

"What? Going to London? Wren suddenly interjected, his tone full of excitement.

"What's wrong? Ensign, what's the problem? The colonel asked.

"Oh no, it's no problem, it's just that my hometown is in London, so I was a little excited." Wren wittily used a lie to cover up his mistake just now.

Apparently, the British colonel did not see the small flaws that Wren showed when he was excited.

"Don't worry, you'll get a written order, and an order issued by the War Department." The Colonel continued to reassure Hans and the others: "I need this kind of reliable and elite force now, and the British Empire needs this force as well, and the chiefs of London need you even more. Captain Jackson, you can order your men to stay put, and I'll call London at once and have my superiors send a written order. The Colonel turned to Hans.

"This ...... Then I'll have to take orders. Hans feigned hesitation for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Although they pretended to be hesitant, only Hans himself knew how good their luck was this time.

With the British colonel, a "tour guide" from London, it is much easier than Hans to trick two trucks and drive to London according to the map by himself!