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Chapter 618 Handling the scene
"Tell the driver to stop."

The officer leading the German army reacted and yelled at his subordinates, and the two guard soldiers immediately ran towards the front of the car, their leather boots stepping on the floor of the car making a running sound.

The sudden noise awakened the passengers. The moment Ryosuke Hase, the loyal vassal of the Empire of Japan opened his eyes, he subconsciously clenched his hands and put them horizontally on his lower abdomen in a defensive posture.

But he quickly relaxed. There were no arrogant and stupid Kwantung Army red deer or heavily armed German soldiers around. The passengers were discussing with each other what happened.

When someone said that the freight car hanging on the back of the train was missing, everyone let out an exclamation. Everyone knew that there must be important items in it, otherwise the military would not be responsible for escorting it.

Hase Ryosuke raised his hand and rubbed his face, got up and walked into the toilet with a natural expression, a trace of solemnity appeared on his face, he felt as if he got on the wrong train, and he might be in trouble now.

Just as he was thinking, the wooden door of the toilet was slammed loudly. He unbuttoned his trousers without hesitation, and opened the door with a mutter. A serious Wehrmacht soldier stood outside the door.

The other party checked the ticket carefully, then looked at Hase Ryosuke's passport, and after confirming that he was not carrying luggage, let him return to the seat, waiting for the next step of screening and investigation.

Angrily, Ryosuke Hase took back his documents and turned to walk to his own compartment. Along the way, he saw that every compartment was guarded by German soldiers. Seeing this scene, he immediately regretted it.

I knew that I should find a way to get a car to leave Berlin from the country road. I don't know who is so bold to do such a thing under the nose of the Germans.

But it's too late to regret now.

He sat down on the seat, silently thinking about whether to jump off the train, but looking at the flaming branches and the rocky ground outside the window, he felt that it would be better to run away after the train stopped.

During this period, the train was still sliding downhill at a speed of 23 kilometers per hour. The driver did not dare to agree to the military's order, because it is very easy to derail if it is completely braked.

The German team in charge of the escort could only watch the tunnel get farther and farther away. As for jumping off the car, it was fine. It was true that no one would be killed if they fell for twenty or thirty kilometers, but where and when would the score be scored.

Like Hase Ryosuke, they were worried that if they jumped down and hit sharp stones or tree stumps, they would be a little disabled, and they would almost see God directly. It is not worth dying for this little military pay.

Moreover, the officer leading the team knew that there was a small train station after the gentle slope, where there were telephones and radio stations, and the nearby police station and garrison could be contacted, so the freight car could not be lost.

But if he saw the scene in the tunnel, he would not be so confident. At this moment, a dozen or so Asians were busy in the tunnel, some were pushing the carriages out, and some were opening the lead seals.

"2 minutes, speed up."

(Japanese)
The woman who disconnected the coupler stood on the gravel roadbed, looked at her watch and shouted loudly. According to the local train timetable, there were less than 8 minutes left before the next train passed through the tunnel.

If the things above cannot be taken away before the arrival of the train, and the scene is handled properly, in the event of a collision accident, not one or two people will die, and the matter will become a big mess.

The woman was a little worried. She took a few steps to the rear of the carriage and put her shoulders against the carriage. Together with her men, she pushed the carriage to the tunnel entrance, and then someone slowly opened the large iron door of the carriage.

"Boom~buzz~"

At this moment, a bullet suddenly shot out from the corner of the carriage, hitting the Asian man who was about to climb in, and a huge gunshot was transmitted back and forth inside the steel freight carriage.

In the dark compartment, a German soldier quickly pulled the bolt and ejected the fired cartridge. His young face was full of tension and fear, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead onto the floor.

"Ba Ga, shoot."

"Bridge Bean Sacks!"

After pulling the injured companion away from the bottom of the carriage, the remaining Asians took out their weapons and grenades, cursed and wanted to launch an attack to kill the other party, but was stopped by a woman on the side raising her hand.

Operating on German territory, too many wounded will affect the subsequent retreat plan, and if the wooden box containing the target items is shot through, then the trip to Germany will be in vain.

She made a gesture to her subordinates, who understandably held the guns close to the car door and pulled the door open forcefully, then a shadow flashed in the dark night, and the gunshot rang out again.

The German soldier didn't know whether he had hit the enemy, so he pulled his right hand, and the bullet casings were ejected from the ejection port. Just as he was about to reload, he saw a flash of light in the corner of his eyes.

Taking advantage of the reloading gap, the woman jumped in from the outside, and swung the dagger in her hand towards the neck of the opponent from bottom to top, but at the last moment, the tip of the knife slightly avoided the carotid artery.

In such a narrow space, the huge amount of bleeding from the carotid artery will turn everyone present into little celebrities. They will not have the time and mood to find a place to take a bath when they face the pursuit of the Germans.

"呲~"

Warm blood splashed onto the wall of the carriage. The German soldier didn't feel any pain, but felt his body go limp and collapsed on the ground. He let go of his rifle weakly, and heard what the murderer said before he passed out.

After solving the trouble, the woman picked up the rifle with gloves on and ejected the bullets one by one, then threw the gun outside, stood at the door of the freight car, wiped the dagger with her sleeve, and gave orders in a cold voice.

"Hurry up and act."

"Hay."

Hearing the order, a short Asian man lit a kerosene lamp and drew three circles towards the dark woods in the distance. Several beams of lights then lit up and approached the scene.

Others quickly climbed into the car, regardless of the corpses of German soldiers on the ground, used the crowbar in the car to pry open the wooden box, took a quick look at the items inside, and began to move after confirming that they were correct.

At this time, the lights also came to the front. It turned out to be several Renault light trucks that are common in Europe. The driver turned the front of the car skillfully in front of the narrow tunnel entrance, and the rear of the car was aimed at the freight car.

"Speed ​​up, ten to four minutes."

The woman reminded her again that she was delayed for a few minutes by the German soldier, and the originally limited time for action became even more tense, and she must regain time in the next link.

Her subordinates also knew this, and they transferred the wooden box to the car in an orderly manner. Five minutes later, except for one dead person, there were only a few golden bullets rolling on the car floor.

"Woooo~"

A siren sounded from the foot of the mountain in the distance. The woman pointed to the corpse and then to the valley. Immediately, two people carried the heads and feet of the German soldiers to the edge of the cliff, swung twice and threw the corpse down.

After disposing of the people and belongings at the scene, the Asians poured gasoline inside and outside the car and ignited it before leaving. With the help of the strong wind in the mountains, the car immediately burst into flames, which can be seen from a long distance away.

In the light of the flames, the woman counted the number of people and looked back at the scene that had turned into a sea of ​​flames. She waved her hands blankly, and the truck loaded with target items and people drove into the logging trail.

Timber is an important industry in the northern part of Württemberg. There are many simple roads in the mountains, and this year's logging season has just passed, so the road surface of these roads is in good condition.

Through them, vehicles can bypass city and rural checkpoints and go straight to the Rhine River on the French-German border. It is very convenient to smuggle into France or find a boat to go down the river to Switzerland.

The woman sat in the cabin covered by the canvas, took out a flashlight and a map, and studied the specific itinerary. They had been exploring and mapping the vicinity for so long, and everything was for today.

"Boss, the personnel who shot the sandbox and signaled halfway down the mountain will join us in the small town ahead, but what should we do with the wounded, he is seriously injured." Someone came over and asked in a low voice.

The woman heard that she shone a flashlight on the pale wounded man. Of course it was uncomfortable to be shot at close range by a military rifle. The man must receive professional treatment, otherwise he might die on the road.

She thought for a moment, then slowly slid her finger on the map, and finally stopped in a small town: "The nearby residents said that there is a surgeon here, not far from us, you bring someone to invite him back.

Remember to bring medicine and equipment. Someone may be injured on the road. At that time, if you go to get medicine at that time, your whereabouts will be exposed. After the operation is successful, first move in the opposite direction, and then go to the next stop to meet. "

"Hay, leader."

The person who asked the question chose a helper, jumped out of the car and got into the forest. The driver speeded up at the right time. The truck drove fast on the rough dirt road, and soon left the scene far behind.

An hour later, Berlin.

"Jingle bell~"

In an office of the German Military Intelligence Agency in Abweil, a phone rang in a hurry. Mu He, who was lying on the camp bed, jumped out of bed and rushed to the phone.

He picked up the microphone and listened to a few words from the Gestapo personnel on the opposite side. His tired face was covered with frost. The blueprints of the three weapons were robbed, and even the carriages were turned into scrap iron.

What's even more exasperating is that the first batch of support personnel who arrived at the scene lost the trace of the enemy. They only knew that the other party drove a truck, and they didn't know anything else.

An unknown fire rushed into his heart, and Mu He immediately said sternly: "Didn't the Gestapo claim to know everything about the interior of the empire? You must give a reasonable explanation for such a thing to happen.

In addition, dispatch personnel to blockade the northern mountainous area of ​​Württemberg. The other party must not go far with a large number of drawings. They must be prevented from going to the French-German border area and remind the French that there are smuggled immigrants. "

His countermeasures were perfect, but the Gestapo reported another bad news. A few hours ago, someone fled from the Japanese embassy. The trackers failed to keep up, and the other party disappeared.

"Bldmann!"

(German idiot)
Mu He slapped the table hard, and shouted angrily: "Let your people surround the Japanese embassy and ask the Japanese if they want to break off diplomatic relations with the empire. I will be there soon."

After speaking, he threw the microphone aside, grabbed the pistol and pocket watch from the table, went to the corridor and blew the whistle, and Abwell's officers on duty rushed out of the room one by one with guns.

"Japanese embassy, ​​let's go."

Mu He gritted his teeth and said.

(End of this chapter)