Three days have passed since the attack on Colonel Chatham, the commander of the French occupation forces.

In a factory on the outskirts of Stuttgart, apparently abandoned by bombing, there are messy footprints on the white snow, hiding the wild dogs that have been foraging nearby.

In a dilapidated factory building in the factory, more than a dozen men with nervous expressions are vigilantly looking out of the leaky window.

The leader is a middle-aged man with a little finger missing from his left hand.

Different from the nervous men around him, this man seemed very calm, as if he was by the stove in his own house, leisurely lit a pile of sundries, and stretched out his cold and blue hands to bake back and forth on the flame.

And the men around looked vigilantly at the surrounding people, and their eyes glanced at the fire in the middle from time to time.

It is true that the eyes reveal not longing, but worry.

"Okay, don't be so nervous one by one, it's just a small fire, it won't attract the French, arrange for one person to go around to keep guard, and everyone will come over to roast the fire!

It's so damn cold."

The middle-aged man said impatiently.

"Sir, why did you say that Chief Leon called us over?"

An older man asked the middle-aged man while continuing to observe the situation outside.

After the middle-aged man heard the man's question, he said dissatisfiedly:

"You ask me, I ask who is going! These Gestapo are all hiding, not at all."

The man waved his hand again and again:

"Sir, did you think something was found?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he looked at the people around him with a playful expression:

"He's responsible for hiding things, isn't it easy to find them?"

The people around him began to leak slightly excited expressions, as if the tension had been relieved.

"Now you should think about whether he's going to swallow this stuff."

"Sir, isn't this used for our military expenses to resist? If he dares to swallow us, we'll kill him."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man leaked a disdainful smile.

These fools have not yet figured out the situation, and they still think that Germany has a chance to make a comeback.

But that's fine, it's not these naïve guys, how could he have the opportunity to get in touch with such a big fortune.

Although he looked down on these fools under his subordinates, he was very wary of this Gestapo named Leon.

Because he knows what a terrible guy he is.

What he couldn't understand the most was why this guy would be willing to take out this wealth and use it as military expenses for the rebels.

Leon is a clear-headed, cruel fellow.

Could it be that he was really so loyal to the Führer?

It was hard for him to believe.

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't speak, the people around him also looked different and didn't ask any more.

continued to silently observe the surrounding environment, but the emotions that seemed very nervous just now eased slightly.

I don't know how long it was, but just as these people were already waiting impatiently, one of them saw two black shadows slowly approaching the hiding place from a distance.

"Sir, two people are here. Like Governor Leon."

When the middle-aged man heard the report, he quickly got up and looked at the two figures on the snow with a telescope.

Both of them were tightly wrapped, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

However, from the way one of them walked, he recognized the other.

"They're coming. You continue to look around and notice if they have tails behind them. I'll go and meet them."

After speaking, he handed the telescope to the person next to him, directly put on gloves, put on a scarf and walked out of this hiding place, and greeted the two opposite.

Seeing the curling green smoke coming from the house in the distance, one of the two of them slowly approaching the dilapidated factory frowned, and looked around with some dissatisfaction.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual around him, he continued to move forward.

The two of them walked forward in the snow, and their bodies were very tightly wrapped, and they couldn't see their identities at all.

"Sir, there's a man out there."

Both of them saw a man walking out of the house.

Hearing the report of his subordinates, the other person just snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

Instead, move on.

Soon the two sides met at a collapsed brick wall in the factory area.

I saw a man from the factory raising his hand and saluting:

"Ser Leon, former SS Führer Guard Second Battalion Major Sabio Robin reports to you."

The two people on the other side are also a ** raise of hand.

"Major Robin, we're meeting again. Let's go inside and talk about it! It's so cold outside."

Later, one of the two was humane.

Soon, several people walked through the ruins of the broken arm and entered the dilapidated house where everyone was hiding.

The two who came in removed the scarves around their necks and the hats on their heads.

Raise your right hand with everyone in the room and make a gesture.

The house resounded with a neat "Hey! Hetler".

The two who entered the house were officially Polman's neighbor Leo and Leo's chief.

This man's real name was obviously not Paul.

"Sir, are you going to get moving?"

Major Robin was a little impatient, and the greed in his eyes flashed.

Leon heard his inquiry, and instead of answering directly, he asked rhetorically:

"Major Robin, what is my order for you?"

Obviously, he didn't expect that the Gestapo lieutenant colonel Leon in front of him would ask such a question.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart, you really treat it directly as a green onion, Lao Tzu is an SS, not your Gestapo.

Everyone is working together temporarily, and I really want to give orders to Lao Tzu as a chief!

But he certainly won't show it directly.

After all, the other party promised to provide them with military expenses, but this money is not the other party's own, what are you doing so much.

"Sir, the order we received half a month ago is to hide and stand by, waiting for your summons."

No matter how big the opinion is in your heart, you still have to show enough respect on the surface.

Otherwise, why should someone else provide you with military expenses?

"Do you do what you are told?"

Leon's tone was still unhurried, and he couldn't hear any mood swings.

But Leo, who was standing beside Leon, secretly took a step back.

Leo has a clear understanding of his own chief.

Beneath the seemingly calm exterior at the moment, there is a volcano that can erupt on a large scale at any time.

Hearing Leon's question, Robin understood that he knew about the actions of himself and the others a few days ago.

So it's time to ask for sin.

"This sir! Listen to me, we also happened to run into the opposing commander going out.

At that time, the time was very rushed, and we did not have time to inform you.

But this opportunity is too rare for us to pass up."

"So, you don't think you're wrong, do you?"

Leon's tone became even colder, and his fingers unconsciously tapped on his thighs.

This is a sign of his anger.

"Sir, we are a rebel, so of course there is nothing wrong with attacking the French!"

Robin continued to stalk with his neck stalked.

Leon slapped his hand on his thigh and slapped it in the face of the fool in front of him.

There was a "pop", and the sound was loud, provoking the surroundings

People trembled.

Standing in place in a proper manner, not daring to move.

"You know you're a rebel! Now the French are under siege to search for your whereabouts. You dare to make a fire here to keep warm.

I wonder if the smoke you light from the fire will attract the attention of others?

Are you bold or stupid, you can't tell the difference?"

Robin's fist, which had been slapped, rattled and wanted to smash on the front door of the man in front of him.

Because he really doesn't feel like he's doing anything wrong.

They were the ones who started this attack on Colonel Chatham.

Hiding near the headquarters of the French occupation forces, they also mastered the principle of darkness under the lamp.

It simply did not attract the attention of the French occupation forces.

When the observer noticed that Chatham had just entered a nearby hotel, Robin knew his chance had come.

Without hesitation, he decided to attack.

The plan is also very simple and straightforward, it is the result of planning and refining while they are hiding nearby.

Unlike Fang Lang and Colonel Chatham, they did not receive the news of this attack in advance at all.

Everything was decided on the fly.

It's a pity that they didn't have enough firepower to kill Colonel Chatham in the first place.

And the people in the hotel who were about to attack from behind were also so frightened by Fang Lang's guards that they didn't dare to attack.

So the plan failed.

But Stuttgart was their home turf, and although the assassination attempt failed, they still calmly shook off their pursuers.

As for whether the ignition would attract the French occupation forces, he felt that there was no need to worry about it at all.

In such a cold weather, many people light fires to keep warm, and many homeless Germans also need fires to keep warm.

He didn't think he was wrong.

Robin, who was slapped in the face, was furious.

However, he is also very clear now that now is not the time to resist, after all, the other party has what he wants.

So he decided to hold back and squeezed a few words out of his teeth.

"I'm sorry, sir!"

Leon couldn't see Robin's displeasure.

In the final analysis, the other party and himself are not of the same mind, the other party is the SS combat unit, and he is the Gestapo, which belongs to the intelligence department.

I also hope to expand the scale of the rebels, so I will take the initiative to find the other party and say that I can provide military expenses to the other party.

In fact, in Leon's heart, he admires Robin's spirit of insisting on fighting in such a difficult environment.

It's a pity that now it seems that the other side doesn't understand how to fight behind enemy lines, what is the difference from the original.

There is no vigilance that a guerrilla force behind enemy lines should have.

On the contrary, he felt that it was on his own turf, and he was so arrogant that he despised the enemy very much.

This is very dangerous, and if one is not good, the French will be caught by the tail and the whole army will be annihilated.

Looking at the warriors around him who were watching him, Leon knew that he couldn't be too harsh on these warriors who were still fighting.

After all, these people are their own people, and they can't be treated the same as the enemy.

What's more, they did just launch a very deterrent attack and paid a certain number of casualties.

If you completely deny the merits of the opponent, you may take a serious blow to the enthusiasm of the fighters.