Churchill failed, he did everything he could, yet did not convince anyone to join his operation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Captured officers, who were enthusiastic about cricket, either outright against the escape, or insisted that permission must be obtained from a superior officer. Churchill retorted that even at this particular moment, the British soldiers should still be proactive in their struggle, looking for opportunities to fight against the vile Boers, but that was nothing more than playing the harp to the ox.

Churchill was frustrated and exasperated, but as a cultured English gentleman, he could not show his emotions publicly, so he had to vent his anger on an unlucky stone. "You short-sighted, mechanical fools!" He grunted under his breath and kicked the stone away, but it hit the Boer sergeant who had been ordered to summon him.

"Damn British, what are you doing!" The sergeant rushed up to Churchill and roared, "Maybe I should give you a little color." ”

"I'm sorry, Sergeant Hoffman." Churchill admitted, but his nonchalant tone and then glance elsewhere suggest that he did not really admit his mistake. It's just a mockery.

Hoffman became angrier. "Turn your head and look at me seriously, you bastard!" He moved a little closer, making Churchill feel like the spit had been splashed in his face, "You'd better figure it out, this is not England, it's a prisoner of war camp!" ”

"I said it, I'm sorry." Churchill turned his gaze back and continued to add fuel to the fire, "Of course, this is a prisoner of war camp, but I think even in a place like this, it is still necessary to watch the situation around you carefully and not be in the wrong place at the wrong time." ”

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, English pig!" Hoffman was furious and began to roll up his sleeves.

Whatever his thoughts were, the sergeant had apparently forgotten all about Piette's orders—he had paid no attention to what was going on around him. The roar attracted the attention of everyone in the vicinity, the British officers, the soldiers, the Boer soldiers on the watchtower, they all stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on Hoffman and Churchill. At first they watched quietly, but by the time Hoffman began to roll up his sleeves, the officers immediately stopped the cricket game and walked over to intervene. A small group of Boer soldiers, hearing the sentry's call, then stormed the prisoner of war camp, stopped the British officers and began to confront them.

The situation became chaotic: British soldiers, who were mere bystanders of the conflict, began shouting loudly to cheer their superiors on the part of the barbed wire. Over the next few minutes, the riots escalated rapidly: more and more British soldiers arrived at the scene, and the shouting became louder.

It was only then that Hoffman remembered his mission and realized what a terrible mistake he had made: "Put Leonard . . . Spencer brought here, don't draw attention to British POWs", Piet's order was simple and clear, but now everyone was focused on Leonard. Spencer.

Things were messed up by him.

Thinking of the punishment he would receive a little later, Hoffman's body shuddered slightly.

Piette's body was also trembling. "This idiot!" He gritted his teeth and reprimanded his men as he cautiously turned his gaze to the side. Then he saw a pair of angry blue eyes.

"What are your men doing?" Beth Wenge questioned, "He's got everyone's attention." ”

"It was an accident." Piert defended Hoffman, "That Mr. Churchill has been ......"

"Churchill?" Beth Wenger interrupted him, looked back at the camp, took a closer look, and then jerked back, "You say, the prisoner of war who confronted your men...... It was Churchill. ”

"Yes, he is Churchill." Piette reluctantly admits it, and secretly blames himself for his negligence.

He shouldn't have mentioned Churchill, but now it's too late.

Beth Winger was already enraged, and roared hysterically: "Captain Piette, is this how your soldiers carry out orders, or do your soldiers not know what it means to 'not attract the attention of British prisoners of war'?" Now that everyone's eyes in the POW camp are focused on the sergeant, what do you think he intends to do to bring the man I want here without attracting the attention of the British POWs? Of course, he could never do it, could he? Captain, I just let your people do a trivial little thing, and he actually messed up......"

Piet could not understand how Beth Wenger could be so angry—he ought to be angry, but not as angry as he was now—but what else could he do but immediately apologize to Mr. Captain?

"This is a grave mistake, Mr. Captain." "On behalf of Sergeant Hoffman, I would like to extend my sincerest apologies to you......," said Piet.

"There is no point in apologizing, Captain Piette!" Beth Wenger raised his pitch - and his pitch was already high enough to surprise how he raised it again.

"Mr. Captain......"

"If an apology is useful, does the world still need the army and police?"

Strange view. Piette thought, but felt it did make some sense. But now was not the right time to think, and with a little hesitation, Beswinger's anger erupted again like a volcano.

"Captain Piet, I ask you to immediately settle the riots in the prisoner of war camp and bring Churchill here!" He roared, his right hand pounding the table, "You only have fifteen minutes to do this, or I would advise Lieutenant Colonel Stiegler to send you and that stupid Mr. Sergeant to the front!" Captain, do you understand? ”

"Understood, Mr. Captain." Piette replied hurriedly, and at the same time a wave of anger erupted in his heart against Beth Winger: both of them were captains, of the same rank, and of ...... position Probably the same, what right does Beth Wenger have to speak to him in the same way that a superior officer treats a junior officer? Then he spread his anger to every officer of the German Volunteer Army: these arrogant guests did not know anything about respecting their masters, and always regarded themselves as masters.

"They are as hateful as the British......"

"Captain Piet, what are you doing in a daze!" Roar again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Captain, I'm sorry." A panicked Piette replied as he grabbed his hat from his desk and rushed out of his office as if fleeing for his life.

Now, there was only Besvinger left in the room—and still, the anxiety was evident on his face: the situation was not good, whether accidental or deliberate, and the riot that Sergeant Boer had created was jeopardizing his plans.

This is by no means alarmist. Beth Winger had long feared that the Boers were seeing a flaw in the special operations force mercenaries - perhaps because of a wrong answer, or a casual gesture, or even just a seemingly insignificant gesture. Kildener and his men had no special training and were not familiar with the norms of the German army, and no matter how cautious they were, they always showed some flaws. And as time goes on, their alertness decreases, and their fatigue increases.

So, the longer you stay in a POW camp, the more likely it is that the plan will fail. It is for this reason that Beswinger is so desperate to take his goal with him, but now, even if Piet can immediately quell the riots, the operation is unlikely to end anytime soon: the British prisoners of war will soon become new obstacles.

Mr. Churchill's actions would have turned British POWs into an obstacle to his escape from the POW camps.

"Winston. Churchill would not play the role of a prisoner who would keep to himself," Beth Wenger recalled the warning given to him by the company, "and he would try to escape from prison, and he would involve other prisoners of war in his slightly crazy plans -- of course the rigid British army would not accept his invitation." For your rescue operation, if you decide to disguise yourself as a German and deceitfully take him out of the POW camp, you must not let the British POWs find out. Otherwise, they will think that the Boers have found out about Churchill's escape plan, are going to take him away and punish him, and then they will do everything in their power to stop you......"

"It's a tragedy." He grunted and returned to the window, staring at the center of the commotion. Piet was already there, but the situation didn't seem to show any signs of improving, and that was another issue that Beswinger had been worried about.

Piet clearly did not have the ability to end the riots in a short time.

"A bunch of idiots, they're really going to get in the way of me." Shaking his head almost helplessly, Beth Wenger turned and walked to the office door, hooking his finger at Kildener, who was standing outside the door, motionless like a stake. "Come in, Sergeant Kildenner."

"Yes, Captain." Kildener quickly answered the call, turned like a German soldier, and walked into the office with the standard steps of a German soldier.

"Close the door." Beth Wenger gave the second command.

"Yes, Captain."

The door slammed shut, and in the next second, Kirdener let out a long breath, and the demeanor of the deliberately disguised German soldier disappeared without a trace in an instant. "I'm about to break down, Moritz." He grumbled in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "The Boer guard standing next to me has been staring at me out of the corner of his eye. God, I'm really worried about what he's seeing wrong. ”

"I'm more worried than you are." Beswinger-Moritz said, "No matter who shows a flaw, the plan fails." ”

"I don't want that to happen." Kildener bit his lip and looked down for a moment before asking, "So, how is the plan going?" That Captain Boole ......"

"Unfortunately, we're in some trouble." Moritz pointed to the Boers and British officers who had gathered together. "Piette's men created a riot and now he's working on it, but I think he needs a lot of time to do it."

"How long do you think he'll take?"

"I don't know." Moritz continued, "Perhaps I forgot to tell you that the parties involved in this riot are precisely our targets. ”

"My God!" Kildener let out a groan of pain: this was something he hadn't expected, nothing to prepare. At this point, he began to wonder if Moritz's plan would still work: perhaps the next one should be adopted. "Should we start over?"

"What do you mean?"

"Plan B?" There is also Plan C, Plan D. Kildener remembers that Moritz once said that he had several rescue plans. Now it's time for him to make these plans public, even if it's just one of them.

Moritz, however, has no intention of giving up for the time being – at least not until Piet returns to the office. Moritz did not want to alarm the Boers, and the mercenaries were not equipped to carry out Plan B, which was armed with Mauser rifles in order to disguise themselves as German soldiers, and could not engage the Boer troops in the prisoner of war camps.

However, even if the special operations forces could win the firefight, Moritz would try to avoid direct force action - it was a last resort.

It's the rule. "You should remember the company's rules of engagement, we do not participate in battles that can lead to serious casualties." And that's not the only rule, "a few weeks ago the boss instituted a supplementary rule for troops on special missions: units carrying out tasks deep behind enemy lines should try to avoid getting involved in battles. ”

"Okay." Kildener shrugged: he didn't want to break the rules. But that means, "So, let's keep waiting?" ”

"I'll revise the plan according to the situation." "Now, go outside," Moritz concluded, "and warn our men to be cautious and not to let the Boers see the flaws." You know how to do it, do you? ”

"Of course." Kildener nodded, and the standard demeanor of a German soldier returned to him. "Yes, Captain." He said loudly, as if trying to get the sound into every audible ear, and then pulled the door open and walked out of the office.

A few moments later, a few seconds, the roar of Kildener's reprimand of the mercenaries drifted into Moritz's ears.

He smiled and looked out the window again.

The riots have subsided. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )