As the commander of the 2nd Army, Geoffrey knew how serious the situation was facing his side, relying only on two infantry divisions, it was impossible to stop the German army like a tide, it can be said that once the Germans landed across the sea, it would definitely end in failure.

Even if it is autumn, it is freezing here, all kinds of fortifications are difficult to build, and the number of tanks in their hands is very small.

However, since you have stayed here, you must not be afraid of death, and if the Germans come up, then fight them to the death, and it is a big deal to die here in the end.

This was Jeffrey's attitude, and when Jeffrey said that, everyone present was moved.

Fight to the death! As long as there is such a promise, what are you afraid of!

After saying that, Jeffrey said to Brun: "The German fleet may reach the nearby waters in six hours, Governor Bren, we have a coast guard patrol ship in the harbor, which can reach Canada soon, please take the warship to Canada for the time being, and come back after this war is over." ”

Jeffrey's meaning is obvious, aren't you scared? If you're scared, get out! Look at how we, the United States, are fighting on this land, even if we lose in the end, we can be regarded as doing our best.

Jeffrey said this, which made Blen's face red: "I will not leave Greenland, I am the governor here, and I will live and die with Greenland." ”

Brun is indeed reluctant to leave, he took Greenland to the United States at the beginning, and now seeing that Greenland is about to fall into war, how can Brun leave the entire island and run away secretly? This kind of behavior, Bren really can't do.

"Then let's talk about tomorrow's battle, the fiercest will break out on the beach, and we will strike hard at the Germans while they land." Jeffrey continued, starting to study specific tactics: "If the inhabitants of Greenland could join us, we would have a better chance of shooting more Germans." ”

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Except for the cold, it is still cold, but everyone's heart is hot, and the bullet is loaded, waiting for the last chance.

Two cars, laden with soldiers, stopped on the road near the government building, and Skorzne surveyed the building in the dark.

Except for the outpost when entering the city, the rest of the place is unimpeded, and there have been two patrols in the city, and no one asked, but one team saluted them.

And so, having arrived at his destination, it was up to Skorzny to choose a specific course of action.

Continue to pretend to be the US military and swagger in? This is not good, this headquarters is not something that can be leveled with two big-eared scrapers, and when the other party asks for documents, it will show its feet. Moreover, there must be a password, even if Skorzny has a forged document in his hand, it is in vain not having a password, and it will definitely alarm the other party.

Once it turns into a shootout, the main owner in it will definitely evacuate as soon as possible, and it will be difficult to find it at that time.

Do it now, that's the worst-case scenario.

Fortunately, Skorzny has been prepared for a long time,

Skorzny looked at it again, and as he had seen beforehand, next to the government building, thirty meters away, was the clock tower, which was more than ten meters higher than the government building, and if he wanted to make a detour, he would have to find a way from the bell tower.

"Snipers, occupy the nearby high ground, prepare for cover, the demolition team, act according to the original plan, the others, follow me." Skorzny said: "Plan 3, normal operations. ”

Not all of them were carrying submachine guns, and three sniper squads quickly disappeared into the darkness, looking for the positions of the snipers who had been planned nearby, ready for sniper operations.

The demolition team consisted of only two people, and they quickly disappeared, and they were responsible for the task of creating explosions and chaos during the retreat, and covering the retreat of the others.

The rest of the people, lined up in two lines, like a patrol force, went down the street, towards the bell tower.

It was freezing cold, there was no one standing guard outside the bell tower, no one around, and the soldiers of the special forces skillfully drilled into it one by one.

Morris was at the front, carrying a bundle of rope on his shoulders, and behind Morris was followed by Nestor, who carried a light crossbow in his hand.

Many times, if you want to kill someone quietly, a crossbow is more suitable.

In this era, there were already many silenced guns, the most famous of which was the British-made Delier silenced carbine, which had a silencer with a diameter of 51 mm, which extended from the base of the barrel to the muzzle position, occupying half of the full length of the gun, so there was enough space to absorb gunpowder gases and reduce the muzzle velocity of the bullet to subsonic speed.

In this way, after the bullet is discharged, there will be no shock wave due to supersonic speed, although the low muzzle velocity leads to a range of only 250 meters, but the performance of the silenced barrel is quite excellent, so that the sound caused by firing is smaller than the sound of the bolt pulling the bullet to load.

In other words, it still has a sound, and any so-called silent gun can only be called a whispering gun at best, and in some operations, the griffon special forces will use this kind of gun, and in more quiet occasions, they will use crossbows.

As a cold weapon, its sound is almost inaudible.

The steps in the bell tower were quite steep, and when Morris stood in front of the window at the top of the tower, the last man had just closed the door to the bell tower.

Morris leaned against the window, and Nestor stood behind him, looking with sharp eyes at the roof of the government building, a few dozen meters away, and sure enough, there was an unlucky guy behind a machine gun, half-lying and wrapped in a coat.

From this side, the shooting boundary is just right.

Nestor steadied his breath and slowly raised the bowstring, and with a creaking sound, the bolts were set.

Then, it was time to aim, and the crossbow was more affected by the wind than the rifle, and Nestor slowly adjusted, then pulled the trigger with his index finger.

"Whoosh!" The bolts pierced the air with a barely audible sound, and the shafts of the tiny arrows passed right through the doors of the opponent's heads.

If you hadn't experienced it yourself, no one would have imagined that this fluttering arrow would have pierced through a person's skull, and at the same time, it was coated with cyanide to ensure that the other person could die quickly.

And now, Nestor is doing it perfectly, his hands that operate the plane, and the crossbow arrows, are also so nimble and free.

After the arrow hit his head, the hapless sentry didn't even make a splash, and immediately fell to the ground and died. Next, it's Morris's turn.