It's getting dark, and the temperature is getting a lot cooler. The iron ore mines in Norway are still busy with production, and there is no intention of stopping. It supplied almost all of Europe for steel, and large quantities of high-quality iron ore became the most sought-after commodity during the war.

Many of the workers here were British and French prisoners of war, and they were highly skilled and educated. These prisoners of war were hired from German prisoner-of-war camps at the expense of Norwegian capitalists, and they were better treated and even paid.

However, the outposts around these factories are also barbed wire, and the high courtyard walls prove that the workers here are not free, and that the world here is not peaceful and safe.

"Click!" With a loud sound, a huge searchlight lit up on the high platform, and the German soldier standing on the high place with a rifle on his back blankly swept the surrounding searchlight-lit area, his gaze moving with the light, skimming the surrounding trees and the barrier with minefield signs.

"Uh......h Woo ......" The alarm sounded, and a large group of heavily armed Wehrmacht soldiers drove out of the barracks with weapons on their backs. Their camps are not far from these mines, so many places can be quickly reached without the use of cars.

"Hurry, hurry!" an officer stood on the side of the road, shouting at his men to speed up. Behind the officer, two soldiers with German purebred sheepdogs stood there, the chains in their hands were straightened by the ferocious sheepdogs, and the sound of the dogs barking echoed in the dark night sky, which seemed a little distant and melodious.

"Wow!Wow!Wow!!" the Wehrmacht's fine leather boots made a neat sound as they stepped on the ground. These Wehrmacht, armed on their backs, began to strengthen the perimeter of this mine, they searched all suspicious places and expelled some of the residents around the mine.

Two Germans, armed with their rifles, refused a man's request to pass through the mountains: "Get out of here! or we're going to shoot! Martial law has been imposed here lately, don't try to get close...... Anyone who comes near here will be intercepted, and whoever trespasses will be killed!"

The Norwegian spread his hands, feeling that the words of the German occupation forces were a little incredible, and he turned away regretfully, while the two Germans behind him looked away from them and began to block the others who wanted to go home or go out along this road: "Martial law is here! I'm sorry! Please get out of here! This road is not working! Turn around and leave?"

The Norwegian man walked far, far away, and when he couldn't see anyone else, he turned and ran off the road, and he burrowed into the dense woodland, and under a large tree he joined up with a few sneaky men: "They may have found something! I went to confirm the location of our fire, only to be intercepted by their sentry." ”

Now, if anyone were to stand next to them, they would know from what they were talking about that they were the rebel groups in Norway that were underground rebels against German rule. They contacted the U.S. military to come up with a plan for the bombing of Norway. The task of these people was to set fire to the American bombers before they arrived, to guide those bombers to attack targets at night. Although their power may be very weak, their role in the bombing is very important.

"The Germans will certainly be aware of such a large-scale operation...... However, they reacted really quickly, and even took martial law before we could sneak in. An elderly Norwegian saboteur at the head looked at the sky overhead, which had fallen into darkness, and motioned for everyone to follow his movements.

After walking for a short time, they came to a hut made of planks in the middle of the woods. They closed heavy curtains and lit a kerosene lamp in one corner. On the wall hung a map showing several iron ore production plants that the Allies were going to attack today.

"In the wee hours of the morning...... 4 o'clock sharp. U.S. planes will fly over the neighborhood on time, and our task is to light the fire at all costs to indicate where these planes are bombed. As soon as the fire is discovered by the Allied planes, our mission will be accomplished, everyone...... The battle to drive out the Germans is a matter of victory or defeat!" the old man whispered to a few people around him by the faint light.

"Good!" the young men raised their fists, apparently encouraged by the words. They were all unemployed young men who were hostile to the German occupation forces and had the same mortal conviction and tenacious fighting spirit as their opponents, the Germans.

The old man nodded in satisfaction, and then lifted the floor under his feet, revealing several American submachine guns inside: "The latest American weapons! We are as well armed as the Germans now, let them see tonight who the real fighters are!"

Impatiently, all the young men bent down and pulled their weapons out of the dark grid. Everyone had a submachine gun as a weapon, and even a big killer like a grenade. After all, the Allies have been preparing for this day's operation for a long time, and if they can't put together a luxurious lineup, it will really be an international joke.

"Alright, let's check the time! 5:30 p.m. sharp...... Everyone is waiting here for the time being, and then at 3:30 tomorrow, we will launch an operation at the same time as the brother troops!" everyone took out their pocket watches and accurately matched their respective times.

At about the same time, in many of these secret houses, members of Norwegian sabotage groups who had checked the time fastened the lid of their pocket watches in their palms. They just had to wait at this moment, patiently waiting for the opportunity that required them to do something.

A transport ship docked in a port in southern Norway, and before the ladder could be lowered, a senior German officer jumped off the ladder. All the senior German officers in Norway who greeted them on the dock raised their right hands and gave the standard Großdeutsche salute: "Long live the Führer!"

"Long live the Führer!" The second person to come down from the suspension ladder was the commander-in-chief of Army I in Denmark, General Kleist, whose headquarters was actually set up in Denmark. He casually returned a military salute, and then handed the overcoat he had draped over to his assistant behind him.

Then he did not rush into the car waiting for him, but walked up to his men: "Generals, I have transferred the headquarters from Denmark here...... I'm sure you all know how urgent the matter is, right? Confirm the ground protection of all targets for me, and if no problems are found, expand the scope and continue the search!"

"Your Excellency, General, we have blocked all the roads in the ore production area. A major general hurriedly replied: "The surroundings of these areas should already be very safe......

"What I want is absolute! Absolute security! understand?" General Kleist glanced at his men and said in a solemn tone: "This is the highest order of the Führer, and if we can't complete it, then we should all be sent to a military court to be hanged! If the great empire suffers losses because of our defeat, then we are the sinners of the whole nation!"

He looked at his subordinates around him and sternly ordered: "Immediately expand the search area for me! Shoot and kill anyone suspicious! In the last week, we will not hesitate to maintain a first-level combat readiness and ensure the safety of the iron ore production plant!"

"Yes! Long live the Führer!" everyone saluted again, and General Kleist was getting into his car, and then he rolled down the window and told his men, "Don't be careless!

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In the martial law zone of Germany, a heavy truck towing an 88 mm caliber anti-aircraft gun stopped in the open space outside the factory gate, and the artillerymen of the Luftwaffe air defense unit who jumped out of the truck began to deploy the anti-aircraft gun in all directions.

They first removed the wheels at the front and rear of the anti-aircraft guns and stacked them aside, and then unfolded the folded gun mounts to form a cross shape, providing a stable firing platform for the anti-aircraft guns.

"Aren't you in charge of air defense in the 17th battalion of the 17th anti-aircraft artillery battalion?" When were you transferred here?"

The artillery officer took back his ID from the other party's hand, and then retracted it into his pocket, with exhaustion and helplessness on his face, and barely squeezed out a smile: "The emergency transfer order we received a few hours ago, let us rush here to strengthen the air defense near the mining area. ”

The officer stationed in the mining area nodded understandingly, handed the other party a cigarette, and took out a lighter before continuing: "Don't mention it, just this one place, there are already two SS search squads. God knows what kind of tricks will be made this time, which has alarmed several departments. ”

Just as the two of them were greeting each other, a helicopter flew quickly over their heads, the lights on the plane flickered, and the roar of the engine made the people on the ground involuntarily raise their heads. The searchlight on the helicopter swept into the distance, and the cold machine gun on the plane could be seen through the diffused light.

The Germans were already ready in Norway to guard against Allied air attacks in every detail. This time it is not known whether the hunters who are waiting for their prey will win, or if the prey can steal the delicious bait.