Under a telephone pole on the only road leading to the vault, a British second lieutenant and a British corporal were waiting silently next to what looked like a regular telephone. The telephone line on the pole had been cut, and now one end of the telephone line led to the "Royal Vault 11" in the distance, and the other end was connected to the telephone.

It wasn't long before the phone rang, and two seconds later the ensign picked up the microphone.

"Hey...... Okay, wait a minute! ”

The lieutenant covered the microphone, and after a few seconds changed his tone.

"Hello! London Garrison Command! …… Okay, wait a minute! ”

After a few seconds, the lieutenant's voice sounded much thicker.

"Hey, I'm Lieutenant Colonel Mick! …… Yes! What's the matter? Oh! There seems to be such a thing, I'll check it out! …… That's right, we sent such a convoy, please cooperate with them! Well, goodbye! ”

After putting down the phone, the second lieutenant finally breathed a sigh of relief, as a spy who was familiar with the way and tone of voice of British officers at all levels, it was best to have Siggett carry out this task. He took off his hat and glanced in the direction of the vault, wishing the commandos there a smooth move.

A dozen meters in front of the vault gate, two vault sentries with rifles on their backs waved at the strange convoy.

"Stop!"

Captain Cullen, who was sitting in the cab of the first car, coughed twice and signaled that the soldiers in the car were ready to fight at any time, and then the car creaked to a halt in front of the two sentries.

"Hello sir! Please show your ID! One of the sergeant-rank sentries walked up to the door on Karen's side and gave a military salute.

Cullen took out a document from his jacket pocket, and at this time his identity had changed to a captain officer of the "London Garrison Special Operations Force", it is said that the British set up this unit specifically to protect, transfer, and hide important materials and wealth near London, and the "British Sleepers" organization has spent a lot of effort to make this document that can be faked and authentic.

The sergeant took Karen's document and looked at it for a few moments before handing it back to Karen.

"Captain, please show your passage papers!"

Cullen carefully pulled out a piece of paper from his bag and handed it to the sentry, and the British sergeant glanced at it.

"Wait a minute!" After saying that, he walked towards the sentry box on the side of the gate of the vault, and then picked up the phone inside and said something, it seemed that he should be talking to the people inside the gate.

Cullen was far less confident about that document than he was in the previous officer's papers, he didn't know if the London Garrison Command had recently changed the format of the documents, and the forged seals were not very reliable.

The sergeant hung up the phone and did not walk back to the convoy, but walked towards the gate of the vault, and then a small door next to the gate opened from the inside, and when he entered, the small door was immediately closed.

"Did that sentry see a flaw?" Ensign Halim, who was sitting in the back compartment, spoke with Cullen through the small window at the back of the cab.

"Looks like it hasn't, it's supposed to be just their routine!" Despite his words, Cullen was also very uncertain, and it was the first time he tried to infiltrate a vault, so he carefully observed the every move of the British sentries outside the gate and on the wall.

After a while, the phone on Sigget's side rang again, and he played the role of operator and head of the garrison headquarters as usual, but this time the voice on the other side of the phone sounded like a high-ranking officer, and his voice was firm and louder.

"Yes, I'm Lieutenant Colonel Mick! Yes, the new tune is coming! …… Colonel Forde is not here today! …… Yes, there is such a thing, we can be sure! Ok bye! ”

After hanging up the phone, Siggert faintly felt that something was wrong, although the other party did not question, but the question asked was very simple, after the other party asked the Colonel Forde and he replied that he was not there, the other party's words below were not very coherent with the previous ones.

"Oops! We've met the fox! ”

The more Siggett thought about it, the more wrong it became, and he immediately pulled out a flare gun and fired a green flare into the sky.

The Karen convoy, a few miles away, saw the signal.

"Assault!" Karen gave the order on the spot.

The soldiers in the convoy jumped out of their cars, some of them looked for makeshift firing points next to the cars and roads, and other commandos, including soldiers carrying zha kits, rushed towards the gate of the vault. Around this time, the British soldiers on the wall also began to shoot after being instructed from inside.

The defenders' Maxim heavy machine guns quickly rattled, and the German commandos next to the convoy dragged the machine guns out of the carriage for suppressive fire. The soldiers felt that the British machine guns were far inferior in operation to the German "Firebirds" or the improved Maxim machine guns. The Enfield rifle is in some ways superior to the much older Mauser 1898 rifle.

In less than half a minute, the British defenders outside the vault wall and gate were cleared, and Cullen and some other commandos had rushed to the corner of British machine-gun fire under the wall. After piling a few ZHA kits under the fence and lighting the fuse, the commandos retreated to safer places on either side.

After a deafening loud bang, a huge hole was blown open in the middle of the wall.

"Get on the grenade!" Cullen said as he took the lead and threw a grenade through a breach in the wall.

With the smoke from the explosion of a dozen grenades, the commandos began to rush inside. The soldiers in the rear suppressed the fire and spared no effort to shoot their bullets at the condescending British machine gun fire points, although the bullets could not penetrate the sandbags of those fire points, but as long as they were accurate and coherent enough, they were enough to slow down or even prevent the British troops there from aiming and firing.

When the first dozen commandos rushed through the wall, several rows of rifle bullets came from inside, and several commandos fell in pools of blood on the spot. The rest of the men who had already rushed in spread out on both sides, and then returned fire to the British soldiers inside in a crouching or lying position.

"Come on two machine guns!" Helim shouted to the machine gunners who remained near the convoy, his commandos were well trained, but the vault was outnumbered by the defenders, and it was the concentration of fire and a quick advance that would lead to victory.

After a dozen more grenades, the dozens of British soldiers who blocked the breach of the wall were temporarily suppressed, and the number of commandos who rushed in from here increased. The British troops scattered around the vault began to converge on the place where the battle was taking place, and for the German commandos, a steady stream of British soldiers appeared in front of them, and at this time, the Wilbury revolver carried by each commando began to exert its power. Many Britons were still pulling the bolt, and the German soldiers on the opposite side abandoned their rifles and used pistols to shoot, and the end result was naturally that poor Britons were put down by revolvers produced in their own countries.

"You, you, follow me!" Looking at the British machine-gun fire point that was still spewing flames intermittently, Second Lieutenant Halim called two soldiers and ran towards that side with a bow. The machine-gun fire point was deployed in the attic of a two-and-a-half-story spire building inside the wall, and the British piled thick sandbags on the windows, revealing only the black muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun.

Despite the constant whizzing of bullets past them, Second Lieutenant Halim and two other commandos managed to reach the building safely under the cover of their own attack. After kicking the door open, Halim fired two shots inside, but there was no one downstairs, and the sound of machine gun fire upstairs reverberated in the hall downstairs.

"Up!" As he walked up the stairs, Halim expertly pulled out the bullet casings from his revolver, and the metal casings jumped on the wooden floor with a pleasant sound. By the time he climbed the first staircase, Halim had already stuffed the bullets in his pocket into the wheel of his Wilbury revolver, and the two soldiers behind him also carried their rifles to their backs and switched to pistol fighting.

After a simple and quick search of the second floor, Halim and the others only found the bodies of two British soldiers next to the windowsill, and it seemed that the remaining British people in the house were concentrated in the attic above.

Halim didn't think the sound of his previous kicking and shooting could escape the ears of the British soldiers in the attic, so he was extra careful when stepping on the stairs leading to the attic.

"Do you still have grenades?" Halim touched his empty ammo bag and whispered to the two commandos behind him. One of them shook his head as he touched his bag, and the other searched for a few seconds before pulling out one.

"Stand back!" Halim said as he unleashed the grenade's tab, placing it in the attic entrance and quickly retracting it back to the second floor.

The sound of the grenade exploding inside the house was obviously much better than the outside, and before the tinnitus stopped, Halim stepped up the stairs in two steps, and then the cover of the smoke leaned half of his body up the attic floor, and then pulled the trigger again and again at the few shaking or immobile shadows near the window, until all the bullets were gone, and he slid down again, and the other two commandos took his place, and there was another burst of gunfire in the attic.

Hearing that the gunshots above were all from Wilberly's revolver, Halim finally breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps because the action was too intense and the mood was too tense just now, and he found that his hand with the bullet was still trembling slightly.

After a while, a commando poked his head out from above, "Second Lieutenant, all 4 British soldiers above are dead!" We found a machine gun, two rifles and several boxes of ammunition! ”

"Oh! Good! ”

Helim finished reloading his bullets before climbing the stairs again. The long firing filled the attic with a smell of gunsmoke that was different from the grenade explosion, and the bodies of two British soldiers were lying on the ground far from the windowsill, and the other two were next to Makqin, and it was difficult for Halim to tell from the scene which of them had just been killed by himself and the other two commandos, and which had been killed by the suppressive fire from the outside. In addition to the somewhat ugly-looking Makqin, near the windowsill were three ammunition boxes, one of which had been emptied, and the other two were half-covered with strips of cloth bullet belts under their covers. To the right of the Maxim machine gun are two inconspicuous Lee. Enfield rifles.

"Throw the Maxim machine gun down and get out of here!" Halim didn't intend to take the weapons with him, but he wasn't happy to leave them with the British, but he didn't have any more grenades.

When several British machine-gun fire points were muted, the German commando attack finally became fluid. The commandos wielding Wilbury revolvers skillfully coordinated with their squads, and their grenades occasionally inflicted heavy damage on the recalcitrant British soldiers. When the German machine gunners outside panted and moved the heavy British machine guns in, the offensive and defensive battle of the "Royal Treasury No. 11" has gradually come to an end, and the ground is full of soldiers who died in the battle, because they are all wearing yellow British uniforms, people have no way to judge the casualties on both sides from the corpses on the ground, but looking at the active commandos, most of the casualties here must be from the authentic British defenders.

"We have received reports that there are a large number of German spies hiding among you! For the sake of the security of the vault, we have to use force to occupy this place! Whether the rest of you are spies or not, you'd better all obediently raise your hands and come out to be investigated! Leaning against a wall, Cullen shouted at the remnants of the defenders who had retreated into the main building in the center of the vault, a tactic he was accustomed to smack.

After a while, a rough shout came from the three-story house, "Damn the Germans!" You deserve hell! Don't come here to fool us! Also, you guys who disguise the operators of the headquarters are really bad! ”

"Damn British!" Cullen cursed viciously, as the commandos next to him bandaged his wounds, his left arm had been pierced by a British bullet during the battle, and the pain and anger made the face of the excellent spy appear real for the first time.

"If you don't come out and surrender, we'll burn that house and turn you into pigs!" Cullen failed to deceive and came to intimidate, and it seems that he has learned a lot of useful things in the Bat Legion. It's a pity that the British commander inside seems to be a duck, and his beak is particularly hard.

"German pigs! Don't forget that you are on our English soil, do you think you can get out of here? Our reinforcements are coming from all directions, so surrender to us! ”

"Prepare to storm!"

At this point, Cullen felt that there was no need to continue, as long as the last building was captured, the vault would be basically occupied, and the place where the gold was stored was in the basement of the main building.

After a break of about 5 minutes, the German commandos launched a final assault on the main vault building from all sides. At this time, 45 minutes had passed since the first gunshot.

About three miles north of the Royal Treasury 11, Tobias and 46 commandos stood by the road. When the gunfire rang out again in the direction of the vault to the south, they also spotted a group of British cavalry coming along the road from the north.

"The British seem to have come too fast!" Tobias wondered if they had calculated that it would be at least an hour before the British troops appeared.

"There aren't many of them, it seems that they didn't come for us in the first place, maybe they were patrolling nearby and happened to hear gunshots, so they appeared here!" Sigget, who was previously called "extremely bad at acting" by the British, said calmly that he didn't know what the British duck was saying about him at this time.

"But at least 100 people!" Looking at the dust kicked up by the galloping horses on the dirt road, Tobias estimated the number of the other man.

"Almost! They are all cavalry, only swords and rifles, and there should be no problem blocking them! ”

Before Cullen and the others attacked the vault, Tobias and the others had set up improvised blocking positions here, with their two heavy machine guns deployed on both sides of the road. It's a pity that these commandos now only have British weapons in their hands, and if it were a standard East Prussian regiment configuration, they should also have in their hands 1-2 "Firebird" machine guns and 1 mortar that are not inferior to Maxim and easy to carry, in that case, even if there are 200 British cavalry.

"Everyone, get ready to fight!"

Tobias gave orders to the other commandos, and he pulled out the Wilbury revolver himself.

"Those don't seem to be ordinary British cavalry, they seem to be ......"

As the cavalry drew closer, Siggert noticed that their uniforms were different from those of ordinary British cavalry in detail, especially their cockades.

"Canadian cavalry!"

By the time Siggett finally recognized the other party, the commando's heavy machine guns had already begun to speak. For these German soldiers, it didn't matter whether they were British or Canadian, and Canada was always the most loyal follower of Britain.

"Canadian cavalry, the strongest horse!"

Looking at the fallen cavalry and war horses one by one, Siggert said with a little regret that Canada's war horses are notoriously excellent after all. Only five minutes later, most of the brave Canadian cavalry were killed by the two British-made Maxim heavy machine guns and dozens of British rifles, and most of the sturdy horses followed their masters.

By the time Tobias and his men had slaughtered the Canadian cavalry, the commandos on Karen's side had already stormed the main building of the vault, and the dense but incoherent sound of gunfire echoed through the corridors and rooms for a long time. Although the commandos' pistols were more powerful here, many were still shot by recalcitrant British soldiers. As a result, it took the assault team nearly an hour to settle the battle for the capture of the vault, and after a cursory count of casualties, Cullen found himself with more than 50 soldiers, almost a third of the total number of people attacking the vault, most of the more than 400 British defenders killed, and only the last 30 or so wounded British soldiers surrendered to the assault team.

"Where's your commander?" Cullen asked a British soldier with a wounded leg coldly.

"Dead!" The Englishman pointed to a corner of the hall where a chubby guy was lying.

"Humph!" Karen snorted coldly, he was not a thief, and he had to use a password to enter the vault.

"Get on the medicine, get ready to blow open the door of the vault below!"