The art of war is cloudy: soldiers and horses go first before the grain and grass are moved. More than 500 task forces involved in the operation were divided into three parts, one part was deployed along the way according to the finalized action plan, one part was responsible for covering and blocking the perimeter, and the third part was to directly arrive in the Nuremberg area to participate in the operation, including the command staff, a total of 368 people, which was an auspicious number in Lynn's opinion.

In the war, bad weather is often preferred by the side that does not prevail in the situation, and Lynn chose a snowy day, five days before Christmas in 1946, although the Allies sent more than 200 British soldiers to the city of special significance Nuremberg, but these British soldiers who arrived at the German port and then arrived by train looked like young, immature and untrained recruits, not only did not pose a threat to Lynn's plan, but could also "help." "Create more chaos.

The bad wind and snow had a big impact on traffic, especially air transport, and the trains passing through Nuremberg railway station were all delayed that day. As usual, the passengers who got off the train at Nuremberg were strictly inspected by the Allied officers on duty, and they were not allowed to leave the station and enter the city without a valid reason, and the passengers of the day were extremely rare, and there were even fewer people who got off at Nuremberg station, they were either old and weak women and children who came to visit relatives, or Allied soldiers who had returned from vacation, and the order of the railway station made the Allied officers and soldiers on duty a little tired, and until dusk came, the calm atmosphere gave no reason to doubt that another war day would be spent without waves.

At dusk, the dilapidated and peaceful city suddenly welcomes an uninvited guest when the small plane, with its fuselage and wings painted white, crashes into the Nuremberg prison. Everyone stranded in the city was taken aback. In particular, the Allied officers and soldiers, who were well aware of the identity and significance of the prisoners held in the Nuremberg prison, threw down their utensils and rushed out of the dining room to the barracks or armory, and the martial law sirens also sounded in the barracks of the garrisons, and the Nuremberg prison lit up searchlights in the whimpering sirens, and the blinding pillars of light moved back and forth in the fields and roads around the prison, and a pair of extremely vigilant eyes could be seen in every machine gun and anti-aircraft gun position......

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, except for the quietly burning wreckage of the plane in a field more than 400 meters from the eastern wall of the prison. It's like nothing is happening in the world. There were no suspicious people around the prison, railway station, and airport, and the outposts were safe and sound, and the telephone lines between the headquarters and the stations and checkpoints were completely normal, and a small patrol team sent from the prison soon arrived at the wreckage site, and they found that it was a single-seater plane without any armament, and the relatively crude production process looked like a folk product in an underground workshop, but what made people feel very strange was that the wreckage and the surrounding fields did not find the bodies of the victims, This means that either the driver will be able to leave the plane on its own after the crash, or no one will fly the plane at all!

In the case of liaising with all parties and informing superiors. The Nuremberg garrison command lifted the alert 40 minutes after the plane crashed, but instead of lifting martial law, the units strengthened their vigilance in key areas and deployed additional night patrols in the Nuremberg metropolitan area. Naturally. The Allied soldiers, who rushed to work halfway through dinner, could only fill their stomachs with supplemental chocolate and beef jerky, and discussed the truth of this strange thing curiously outside the cold room that gradually dropped to minus 10 degrees.

The crash of an unidentified small plane in Nuremberg could easily be linked to the high-ranking German war criminals held in Nuremberg prisons and the imminent reopening of the International Tribunal, when the Allied General Headquarters of the German Occupation Forces in Berlin should have been taken seriously, but the Soviet troops on the Eastern Front had been attacking in a big way for several days, and not only the Allied troops on the Southern Front were facing encirclement. The troops on the central and northern fronts were also attacked by the other side, and the casualties increased sharply, and the hundreds of Allied hospitals set up in Poland were overcrowded for a time, but fortunately, the seriously wounded were not able to temporarily stop the bleeding and be transported to the rear, but many of the wounded who had initially stabilized were still transported to Germany by rail or sent to France via Germany, on the one hand, to provide better later recuperation for the wounded, and on the other hand, to alleviate the dilemma of insufficient hospital beds on the Polish side. Thereupon. The General Headquarters of the Occupation Forces in Germany had to take on the task of arranging the wounded, but in the past two days, some German volunteer units who had been training in the north and were preparing to go to the front after Christmas were dissatisfied with the shortage of supplies and their morale was fluctuating, and the Allies had to send reserve troops to deal with the needs of the untimely while pacifying. That night, Allied radio communications in Germany and northern Poland were jammed, and intelligence from all sides made the Allied generals bigger and bigger. …,

In the middle of the night, the wind and snow in southern Germany became more and more violent, and it was difficult to see a human figure from a distance of 5 meters only by street lighting, and the illumination range of high-power searchlights was limited to a distance of 50 or 60 meters.

In the duty room of the Nuremberg railway station, the Allied officers and soldiers on duty to keep warm from the cold crowded the room. Winters in southeastern Germany are consistently cold, so it is natural that these duty rooms are fitted with radiators and centrally heated by the boiler rooms at the stations.

"Guess how long this train is late...... How about a $5 bet for less than five hours or more? The one who took the initiative to "sit in the village" was a sergeant of the U.S. Army with a combed hair in the middle, he was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, he had a long horse face, and he provoked his companions around him.

At this time, the platform was empty, and only when the train was about to arrive, the officers on duty had to go one by one to verify the identity of the passengers who got off the train, and as for whether anyone would jump out of the train in advance or come on foot along the railway line, this was naturally the responsibility of the Allied patrols on the railway, and it was not within the responsibility of these guards.

A "large tonnage" US non-commissioned officer next to him laboriously raised his head and looked at the wall clock in the duty room: "Another half an hour is enough for five hours, and it has obviously been canceled!" This was a time of war, and German trains would not have been allowed to run at night! Is there still a point in betting? ”

The horse-faced American sergeant grinned, "Then you gambled for more than 5 hours?" ”

"Hell. Tom. You're burning your hands with a lot of money today! The fat non-commissioned officer bent his fat arm and took out a banknote from his trouser pocket and slapped it on the table, "How much does one pay?" ”

"The old rule, one pays one and two!"

The horse-faced American sergeant quickly grabbed the banknote in his hand, and then said loudly to the others around him: "If you buy a delay of no more than five hours, you will lose three for one!" ”

"Half an hour is not bad for a dollar, at least more than his mother's soldier's allowance!" An awl-faced soldier wearing a dark green scarf pulled out a wallet from his bosom, took a brand new $5 from it, and muttered, "It must have been more than six hours." It may not arrive until tomorrow morning! ”

In this era, a dollar is said to be a lot less, and several soldiers followed up decisively, and naturally bought "more than 5 hours late".

Sergeant Horseface put the money away, raised his hand and looked at his watch: "I'll see you in twenty-five minutes, before that, guys, I need to pee!" ”

An American soldier who had just placed a bet quipped: "Tom, you don't want to abscond to the side of the Soviet Union with our dozens of dollars on this cold night!" ”

There was a burst of laughter in the duty room.

"Shit, do you need to bring dollar bills to the USSR? Take your guys' heads and get a big villa and a Russian cow. ......The horse-faced American sergeant deliberately opened the door to speak, and the person inside flew up and closed the door without waiting for him to finish.

"These little eggs!" Sergeant Horseface muttered as he walked to the public restroom on the right side of the duty room, where the Nazi Party Congress was held regularly, and the Nuremberg railway station was not grandiose. But the decoration is full of period style, and later the station was seriously damaged by the Allied bombing, and the local residents were organized to repair and rebuild it after the Allied troops moved in. Since the reopening of the railway station, these urinals have always been the cleanest and tidiest - ordinary Germans dare to pee in the mouths of their former leaders, and only the Allied service personnel stationed here enjoy this super-high level of treatment.

Opening the door and entering the bathroom, the horse-faced sergeant walked straight to the Führer's urinal, thinking about the arithmetic relationship between probability and odds. The last train of the day was supposed to arrive at 5 p.m., and the management of the lines was the responsibility of the Allies, but the technical duties of train drivers and railway maintainers were still carried out by German workers who had passed the identity check. And stereotype has long been synonymous with the Germans, and as long as the road is not interrupted, they should stick to the finish line.

A distinctly yellowed and heavily smelly strip of urine was poured into the mouth of the "Führer" with precision, and the horse-faced sergeant had just whistled when he suddenly heard a whirring sound on the railway line, which was supposed to be the sound of a steam locomotive pulling the carriage approaching the station, and thinking that the dollars in his pocket would be taken into his possession, he was suddenly overjoyed, completely forgetting the custom of honking the horn before the train entered the station. Shaking a few times, he put the guy in the crotch of his pants, and walked out with his head down while fastening the zipper, at this moment, the door of the public restroom suddenly opened inward, and the horse-faced sergeant was almost hit by the wooden door on the nose, and he opened his mouth to scold, but he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, his eyes widened, his mouth widened, and he looked up and saw an indescribable scene: a burly guy completely blocked the way out of the bathroom, and his whole body was like a black hole to suck out the surrounding light, and what was even more staggering, This guy wears a steel helmet with large ears and a unique shape, his whole face is wrapped in a dark scarf, leaving only a pair of demonic cold and fierce eyes staring straight at him, the long military uniform with a high collar is very cool on the body comparable to a first-class male model, his left shoulder is forward, his right arm is at the side, he carries a square box on his back, and in his hand he holds a gun with a curved magazine underneath, and the top of the gun also contains something like a large flashlight, which is connected to the box behind it by several wires. …,

In an instant, Sergeant Horseface's mind went blank, and when he realized that the other party had smashed the hard butt of the gun into his face with a skillful and smooth movement, he only subconsciously retreated, and at the same time remembered the story that a companion had told him earlier about the German night troops.

Barely dodged the butt of the other party's rifle. Sergeant Horseface also wanted to take advantage of the situation to fight back. But he didn't expect that the agility of the other party's limbs was completely beyond the limitations of his size, and the solid butt of the gun slammed forward, slamming on the door of the horse-faced sergeant, and a black face came from the door at the same time, and the American soldier who was humiliating the German Führer a minute ago fainted, he would not see this black-faced killer checking the toilet and then leaving, and the outside duty room and corridor had long been shrouded in all kinds of strange and chaotic sounds. The German-made PPT pistol specially developed for special operations can kill people in a whisper after being equipped with a special silencer, while the silencer developed for assault rifles is far from achieving the ideal effect. But they can at least turn a loud pop into a pop that travels a smaller distance. On this cold winter night, more than 100 Allied officers and soldiers stationed at Nuremberg railway station were completely annihilated in just a few minutes, and the hands of the wall clock were still more than ten minutes before 10 o'clock in the evening.

Just as the nimble night commandos knocked down the horse-faced American sergeant with the butt of their rifles, another commando team with a precise timing was sneaking from downtown Nuremberg towards Caesar's Castle. Just as the Allied top brass was deeply worried during the year and seven months, the defeat in the war did not immediately bring about the complete death of Germany, a proud, united, enterprising, and stubborn military giant, and the propaganda of the Allied forces in the United States and Britain was often counterproductive under the influence of national sentiment. The German people suffered in silence from the defeat, they had not really begun to reflect on the mistakes of the war, many still regretted and unwilling to lose the victory, and they remembered the honor and pride of the top of Europe. Deep in their hearts, they yearn for revenge and rise. As soon as the Imperial Task Force stepped into the scorched earth of Nuremberg, they were received by the local population with calm and expectant acceptance, and spent 24 hours under the noses of the Allies, observing, calculating, and making final corrections to the plan.

As a former military fortress, Caesar's Castle has a majestic appearance. After the Allied occupation forces used it as their headquarters, the castle gates were rarely closed, but the Allied traffic posts outside the gates and patrols operating along the base of the walls constituted a more reliable cordon than the gates and high walls. However, the castle is a historical treasure of the German nation after all, and an elderly German who volunteered to come led dozens of task forces into the castle through a hidden escape route, while other task forces put on American military jackets and cautiously approached from the outside, according to the calculated response time. They hunted down a small group of American patrols under the castle walls under the cover of the wind and snow, and the unlucky ones who had to patrol outside on a cold night became unjustly killed, and the task force with daggers and silenced pistols immediately captured the castle gates, although there was an accident in the process - a British officer who happened to come out of the castle drew a pistol and shot one of the task forces, and the Imperial soldiers who entered the castle were already taking a surprise attack. In a jumble of crackling gunfire, more than a hundred task forces took over Caesar's Castle in just a quarter of an hour.

When the guns rang out at Caesar's Castle, the defenders around the Nuremberg Prison failed to take the correct combat defense according to the usual drills, because the material warehouse of the French camp stationed in the south of the prison happened to be on fire, and the French officers and soldiers were almost busy fighting the fire in a noisy manner. Moreover, the telephone lines leading to various places also failed at the same time, and the American and British officers had to send people to the headquarters by car to liaise, but the vehicles sent out never returned, and the officers gradually realized that the situation was not good, but they had missed the best time to deploy for battle. Taking advantage of the fact that the American and British officers and soldiers were watching this special fireworks display in the snowstorm, and the French officers and soldiers were too busy fighting the fire to take care of anything else, more than 200 task forces wearing American and British uniforms crossed the most dangerous journey from the outer mountains and forests to the Allied garrison in the dark.

From the beginning of the sudden fire in the French camp, the guards inside the prison entered the first level of alert - the prison was completely closed to the outside world, and only the Allied soldiers stationed outside could be allowed to enter only with a special authorization order from the Supreme Commander or the de-alerting order. The prison, guarded by searchlights and anti-aircraft machine guns, was no longer an airtight fortress.