Who has ever wondered why they came to this world? Everyone is a unique being, a rich man and a factory mechanic, none of whom can replace anyone, as if they are the cogs running one by one on the huge machine of the world.

Even the humblest beggar has the potential to bloom in his time. What's more, this is the era of heroes such as world wars, so every little person has his own story, which is not an extravagant fantasy.

Anyway, the Norwegian young man named Axel felt that he had found his battlefield and his story. He was now following a kind old man, carrying his American submachine gun, cautiously crossing a minefield. As long as they pass here, they have the potential to work a miracle.

Target the American bombers, and those terrible high-altitude bombers can destroy those evil factories in Germany, drive out those hateful German devils, and let their descendants live a happy and beautiful life - what a tempting idea, what a great goal!

Who would have thought that the kind old man in front of him would be the leader of an underground rebellion? Who would have thought that these little-known people would eventually become the key to the outcome of the war? Axel felt that his name had been written in the history books, and that he was a hero of the whole world.

"Oh my God, how did someone start a fire in that woods?" a rebel soldier walking behind Axel looked at the woods in the distance, knowing full well that there would be no military targets at all, since that was the village where his home was located.

At this moment, he was a little overwhelmed, and he wondered which bastard had set the fire in the direction of the village, and in this night, setting fire was a method of indicating the location of bombs for Allied planes, and it had an irreplaceable special significance. But it's a village! It's not a German factory!

"What's going on? Isn't that our home?" Axel, of course, lived in the town, so his heart was pounding nervously. If the Americans dropped bombs there, maybe the whole village would be completely destroyed, and he heard the old man boast that the American bombs were so powerful that they could destroy an entire building.

The old man who took the lead was obviously taken aback by the sight in front of him, and his original plan was definitely not like this: "Hell! It's the Germans! The Germans are deliberately setting fires in the hope of diverting those American bombers!"

It's a very simple conspiracy, and it's a very easy way to interfere. Unfortunately, when the whole battle plan was drawn up in advance, no one wanted to believe that the Germans were really that clever - the resistance was convinced that their plan was hidden and impossible for the Germans to detect......

It is a pity that from the movement of the Allies, the Germans predicted the plan to bomb Norway, so some traps that were too late to be laid were also laid out by the Germans in advance. However, due to the unilateral transmission of information, the Norwegian resistance groups did not have time to receive the reciprocal information, and the United States and Britain did not intend to disclose unfavorable information in order to carry out the bombing mission.

As a result, these resistance groups encountered various setbacks from the time they were hidden, and they were also suppressed by the German army when they attacked. The Germans used a large number of armored vehicles and tanks to carry out the clean-up mission, and the crushing of equipment plunged the entire battle plan into an unprecedented crisis.

Fortunately, some leaders of the resistance groups mobilized local prisoners of war and a small number of people, which gave the American bombers a glimmer of hope of winning and returning. At present, the American bombers in the bombing plant area have blown up several factories, and their results can be described as brilliant.

"What now?" Axel asked a topic of particular interest to everyone, and now their mission seemed to be out of reach, as they couldn't even attract any attention from the air even if they ignited all the gasoline they were carrying—compared to the Germans' flames, they could only be regarded as the glow of fireflies.

"We're leaving now, and there's no way to explain everything. "The Germans must have searched our town, they knew we were missing tonight, and they burned down our home, so there was really no way out," a rebel member lamented. ”

The old man nodded, then brandished his pistol: "Let's go on!" But the plan has changed, we will use this gasoline to burn down the Germans' facilities, even if we sacrifice, we must stop them from continuing to invade other people's homes!"

"Yes!" people with lofty ideals are the most likely to be instigated, because they themselves believe in the theory in their hearts. It doesn't take much to make them go to the soup and fire, and firmly believe that even if they die, they will die for everything they believe in.

After a brief mobilization, the crew continued to grope their way forward, but as they approached the factory, they were stopped by a chance problem. At the end of their path, a makeshift German anti-aircraft position was firing fiercely into the sky, and the camouflage net trembled up and down with a huge wave of air, which looked very powerful.

The moment of firing was bright, allowing the members of the resistance group to see the enemy on the opposite side clearly. Not far away, a German artillery commander pointed his head to the sky, while several artillerymen were busy carrying shells from ammunition boxes. There was a faint sound of rapid German commands, as well as the simple sound of answering and adjusting the elevation angle of the gun.

It was impossible to make a detour without alarming the anti-aircraft gun position, so the members of the resistance group all raised their submachine guns. With a vigorous wave of the old man's hand, the young Swedes rushed towards their enemies with their weapons in hand.

"Who are they?" asked aloud in German when he saw the men in pauper's clothes by the light of the cannons.

He was answered by the sound of intense gunfire, and the German soldier was punched a row of holes in his chest, and then he leaned back sharply and left the dangerous world. The Germans reacted to the gunshot, and the German officer quickly reached for the pistol on his waist, but before he could draw his weapon, he was shot in the stomach and killed on the spot.

It was a hand-to-life hand-to-hand fight, the Germans were half knocked down before they could come to their senses, and some of the remaining artillerymen were either unarmed or had only a short pistol, suppressed by the fire of the submachine guns.

The German artillery was actually equipped with some submachine guns and rifles, but unfortunately these weapons were now piled on towed cars, at least a dozen meters away from their anti-aircraft guns. What's even more pitiful is that their anti-aircraft gun doesn't even have a shield in order to save costs, which makes the artillerymen almost uncovered.

A German soldier raised his pistol and ran out of bullets at an unsightly opponent, after which he dropped his weapon and ran in the opposite direction. As a result, before he could take a few steps, he was hit in the back by a bullet and fell to the ground. The resistance of the Germans broke down in a dozen seconds, and the last German soldier fell near the car, just a few steps away from his submachine gun.

The Norwegians were not unscathed, two members of the team were shot and killed, and the old man at the head was also seriously injured, and had to be supported by two people before sitting down with anti-aircraft guns. He gasped and pulled Axel over and said in a trembling voice, "With...... With this cannon...... Beat...... Hit the factories of the Germans!"

At this time, there was still chaos around, and there were gunshots coming from some places. But the shootout at the anti-aircraft gun position still alarmed a patrolling German soldier inside the factory, who frowned and walked to the phone in the mailroom, grabbed the phone and asked what was going on at the anti-aircraft gun position.

By the time he asked, the Norwegian rebels had groped their way to lower the muzzle of the cannon, and the entire 88 mm cannon was aimed at the building it was meant to protect. Unfortunately, these members of the resistance were not trained to fire artillery, so it took them half a day to load the first shell into the chamber of the cannon.

They couldn't read the German on the ruler, so they had to aim at the target by visual inspection, but the target was very close and very large, and they didn't need to shoot accurately. It was only after they were finally ready that they fired a powerful cannonball.

After a split second, a shell rushed towards the courtyard wall of the factory, and the shell exploded after shattering the courtyard wall of the factory, shattering the glass windows installed in several factories not far away. With a loud bang and the sound of shattering glass, the laymen who fired the cannon couldn't find their way for a long time because the explosion was too close.

The German soldier on duty watched as the outer wall of the factory was blown in half with a loud bang, and the telephone in his hand almost fell to the ground. At this time, the voice in the telephone receiver came on: "Hey, hey, this is the headquarters of the No. 4 anti-aircraft artillery position, is there any situation in the factory area?"

"I don't know what's going on!" But gunfire came from an anti-aircraft gun position about 40 meters to the left of the side door, and then the courtyard wall there collapsed!" the German soldier on duty held on to the telephone receiver and answered the question on the other side with trepidation.

"What, what? Can you make it clear?" the person on the other end of the phone asked, looking very anxious.

"I'm afraid you'll have to send someone to support me! I saw an anti-aircraft gun destroy the factory wall! near the side door of the factory wall!" the German soldier shouted into the telephone receiver -

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