When Manhof and his mother hid in the basement shivering and watched the dust from the ceiling fall, Major Schöner watched the battle with a telescope behind the German standard Sdkfz251 armored car, "Major, the British spies blew up the oil storage tanks at the Weser River crossing, a total of seven, and now two have been blown up, our people found out in time, and are fighting, trying not to let them blow up other oil tanks!" An officer of the police force reported, "Because of their proximity to the tanks, our soldiers did not dare to engage in a large-scale exchange of fire for fear of causing the tanks to explode!" ”

Schöner shook his head, did not answer the officer's words, and said to himself: "No, I always feel that something is wrong, so many military facilities do not do anything, but attack this civilian ferry, although fuel is very valuable, and the loss is also a big problem, but why don't they attack military facilities?" ”

"Maybe they saw the military facilities on heightened security, so they moved to civilian facilities." The adjutant stepped forward and said, Schöner glanced at him and nodded: "I hope so, the alert level is already the highest, and we have nothing else to do." Schöner turned to his subordinates and said, "Let the snipers enter the area, don't kill if they can be disabled, let the other mobile units also go in, outflank them from the rear, and try to catch them alive!" ”

As soon as the officers under his command raised their hands in salute, an explosion was heard again not far away, and the light of the fire lit up half of the sky...

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James, the captain of the British Special Operations Group, also looked at the mushroom cloud rising in the distance at this time, and turned to look at the six German officers and soldiers who had been killed and stripped naked, he put on a captain's uniform, fastened the discipline button, and put on the Iron Cross. James played with the German military cap in his hand, looked at the firelight in the distance and muttered: "Go all the way, heroes of Britain, your sacrifice will be exchanged for the glory of the British Empire for a thousand years!" ”

After saying that, he put on his hat and learned from the Germans to play cool and deliberately put the hat crookedly, James looked back at the commandos who had already put on the German uniforms, and said in a cold whisper: "The first two waves are estimated to keep the Germans busy for a while, it's time for us to perform on stage, cheer up, our long-term training is for this day, the sun never sets on the empire!" ”

"A thousand years of glory!" The commando soldiers shouted in a low voice.

James straightened his clothes and shouted in German: "Go, let the British fools know how good our German army is!" ”

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The facilities at the ferry port had been blown up beyond recognition, the Weser River was littered with broken wood and floating oil, the burning fuel was flowing, destroying something that could burn, and a ferry boat parked at the port had begun to sink because it had burned through the bilge, the fire was engulfing everything, and the rolling heat was unbearable for anyone who came close.

A member of the British death squad had been burned in the face by the heat wave, and the fuel splashed during the explosion even flew to his face and body, and he finally used a dagger to dig up the burned flesh on his face, and he shouted loudly in pain, but he still held Thompson* to the Germans attacking in the distance, and his comrades around him died one after another, not that the Germans killed them, but that they could not get close to the other tanks after the explosion of the first tank, I can only choose to run into the hot fuel by suicide, throw a cluster on the tank of death*, some sacrifice but succeed, and some fall into the hot fuel before they can throw it*...

Every nation has its own convictions and pride, and they have long put life and death aside for the sake of British victory, and everyone here has held their own mass funeral in the church before they got on the submarine in Southampton when they were alive, and the coffin contains their own officers' gowns, and they are all selected soldiers who have no relatives, and they regard death as their home, and regard the killing of every German as their goal before death.

The wife and son of the British death squad who fired the shot had died in the German bombardment, and he had already regarded death as if he were at home, shouting the names of his wife and son, and shooting frantically with tears in his eyes, "Elvi! Elvi! Luke! Luke! I'll be here soon! Elvi! We're going to have ten children in heaven! Luke! Luke! Daddy misses you so much! Daddy came to see you soon, and Daddy brought you the bear toy you left behind! Luke is waiting for Daddy! Waiting for Dad! Come on! German devils! ”

He shouted and beat the last drum, he sat down on the ground, took out the bear toy he had found in the ruins of his house from his waist, cried loudly, and with his other hand he pulled out the melon* that the Americans had aided, pulled the fuse, and held it tightly under his chin.

He opened his eyes and saw vaguely his own Elvi and Luke waving to him in the distance, and he cried and laughed, muttering, "Oh my dear, I'm coming..."

"Boom!" The last explosion of the ferry sounded, and everything seemed to be calm again...

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Members of the British commandos disguised as German squads swaggered along the road, not only kindly reminding the German troops they met to be careful of the sudden attack of the British army, but also assisting these German soldiers to search door to door, after the search, everyone smoked cigarettes together and scolded Churchill and said yellow jokes, and then everyone waved goodbye with laughter, no one knew how many German soldiers missed the British commando team like this.

The assault team walked to the door of a submarine base, and the soldier standing guard at the door stretched out his hand and said loudly: "Stop! Password! ”

James was stunned, walked over with a smile, took out a pack of British cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to the soldier standing guard, and said in a German with an authentic Ruhr accent: "I got it from the British prisoners of war when I was in Dunkirk, although the British cigarettes don't taste very good, but man, it's much better than what we dispensed, we received an order from the Port Haffen area to be transferred to strengthen the defense, no one told us the password, a damn phone call to let us come, and then hung up, I still wonder, And guess what, the ferry blew up, yes, the crossing of the river, and the damn Brit blew up the oil tanks there! ”

The soldier took the cigarette with a smile, lit it and took a puff, after all, this is not a war zone, so it is indeed possible that the password or something does not know, the soldier smiled and said in a Ruhr accent: "Sir, I heard that your accent is from the Ruhr area, and so am I, I didn't expect to meet fellow countrymen here!" My name is Clark, I'm from Dortmund, what about you, sir? As he spoke, he opened the iron door.

James smiled and watched the door open little by little, and said softly: "I am not a fellow countryman with you, I am from Plymouth, Plymouth, England!" ”

Before the German soldier could react, a sharp dagger was inserted into the soldier's chin and straight through the brain, the German soldier looked at James in horror, and before he could open his mouth, he felt his soul slowly fly out of his body, and he heard James's words with his last life: "My wife just came home to see her parents, and your fighter jets came down to strafe, and she still had a five-month-old child in her belly, I'm sorry, fellow...", and then the German soldier fell to the ground, Dragged into the nearby jungle by a single soldier harness by a British commando.

With a wave of James' hand, several commandos dived into the darkness of the submarine base...