As Moseley's guard, the German boys were now able to easily move Moseley out of house arrest, but even if they took control of Moseley, the bigger problem was how to take Moseley out of London, which was guarded by tens of thousands of troops and thousands of policemen.

"Do you have any good ideas?" In Hans's secret conference room, he brainstormed suggestions for the operation.

It is said to be a secret conference room, but in fact, it is the office of the chief of the security force temporarily assigned to Captain Hans by the London government.

I have to say that the top brass in London is really concerned about this group of "elites", and this small captain's office can accommodate a meeting of a full 30 people, and it does not seem crowded at all.

"I have a good idea, but ......," Wren spoke first.

"But what? Make the words clear. Hans saw that Wren had a solution, so he couldn't wait to ask.

"Still, it's not fair to some of our comrades." Wren hesitated for a moment, then continued.

"What do you mean by that?" Wren's words made everyone a little confused, and Hans, as the commander, also didn't understand what kind of medicine Wren was selling in this gourd.

"London is heavily defended, and if our team wants to get out of London with Moseley, we have to make sure we have a written order to leave. Of course, there is no need to worry about this, we have already brought the forged written orders, and the average British army personnel cannot see the flaws. Wren analyzed.

"We all know that, but the point is that the London police around the house arrest building are a nuisance, and we can't take Moseley out of their noses." Hans said to Wren.

"Yes, that's right, that's what I'm talking about next. We had to rely on the timing of the time difference to get people away under the noses of the London police. Wren replied unhurriedly.

Hans and the other 28 soldiers all widened their eyes and ears straightened to see what the goblin Wren had come up with.

"I read an old Chinese book before, and it tells a story called the tanuki for the prince. Today we can just practice this method and see if the Chinese's method is practical or not? ”

Wren finally said the point, but the allusion of "tanuki for prince" was really not heard by anyone else in the army.

Sure enough, they were all still staring at each other, not knowing what Wren was talking about.

"Wren, I know that you kid is well-read and educated, but we are not all as well-informed as you, you have to explain to us what you mean by 'tanuki for prince'." Captain Hans was the first to ask questions.

Indeed, although this kid Wren is smart, he always likes to sell off.

"Okay, okay, then I'll explain to you what it's called 'Tanuki for Prince'." Anyway, now that he is only one step away from success, Wren is in the mood to slowly explain his erudition to everyone.

After a simple explanation, everyone basically understood this not complicated allusion.

"But what does that have to do with us rescuing Moseley?" Suddenly, a soldier came to his senses from the story and asked Wren.

"Here, Moseley is the crown prince and one of us is the tanuki, which requires one of our soldiers to pretend to be Moseley, take his place, and stay under house arrest. Moseley, on the other hand, disguised himself as one of our soldiers, fled London with us. Wren explained.

"Oh! So that's it! Hans and the soldiers suddenly realized.

"Good way, what a good way!" The soldiers talked one after another, all praising Wren's good methods.

But after the compliment, the German soldiers remembered another question: who was going to be the hapless tanuki? The soldiers were silent at the thought of the question, and one by one they did not speak again.

Eventually, an SS sergeant named Clarkson broke the silence: "Let me be the tanuki, I'm not much like Mosley, and I think I'll be able to fool the London police if I take care of my hairstyle." ”

In fact, the inner wardening work has been completely transferred to Hans and them. After all, in the eyes of the British police, these GIs were real elites. And the police officers assigned to the opposite outside position, a certain distance away, it is indeed difficult to distinguish a replacement who has changed into Moseley's clothes and has a similar body shape and hairstyle.

In fact, as an ardent Reinhardt supporter, Clarkson had long been ready to sacrifice for the Third Reich and for the Socialist Workers' Party. The specific way of sacrifice is not the most important thing for him.

In contrast to the Wehrmacht, which believed that "obedience is the duty of a soldier", the SS believed in "the worship of the National Socialist Party and Reinhardt".

In fact, the frenzied spirit of sacrifice inspired by this worship is far greater than the usual military belief that "obeying orders is their duty"!

"Then this glorious task is entrusted to you, Sergeant Clarkson, and the German Reich will always remember your exploits." Captain Hans nodded, a little relieved, and a little rightly preached to him.

"I'm ready to sacrifice for the Empire and the Führer at any time, it's nothing." Sergeant Clarkson said firmly.

On the side, Wren and his paratrooper squad member from the Wehrmacht, for some reason, were trembling a little at the moment.

The SS soldiers, whose average age was no more than 25 years old, and most of the members were young men, had all seemed innocent not long ago, and when they interacted with Wren, they had the impression of a neighbor's boy.

But in the face of despair, Wren believes that they are the devil in the minds of any opponent!

"My glory is faithful!" This was not just an empty slogan of the SS.

It's faith!

Moreover, looking at the captain's approving conversation, it was taken for granted that Wren could realize that a fanatical fighter like Clarkson was by no means a minority in the ranks of the SS!

If there was one word to describe the SS, Wren believed that he would choose the word "ruthless".

Be ruthless to your enemies, and even more ruthless to yourself!

What made Wren suddenly feel a little terrifying was that such a team full of ruthless people had unknowingly become so huge.

Steve's Waffen-SS, Rus's Gestapo, Task SS, their total number ...... There must be millions of them today!

Millions of dead soldiers!

Since when did the Führer begin to prepare such a force?

In his memory, Wren found that it seemed to be twenty years ago......