"What's the problem, Major?" Charlie walked over quickly, he spoke to the major in front of him arrogantly, and put the momentum of the British ** officer in full swing.

"Sir." The Major gave a military salute to Charlie.

"Commander of the first detachment of the second commando, Modwan." Major Mordwan held his head high, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and his demeanor carried a pride peculiar to elite troops.

"I'm Charlie from the logistics department of the Dover Command." Charlie looked at the other party's armband, it was the first time he had met a commando officer.

This mysterious unit was once boasted in the British Army, and legend has it that all of them were heroes who could break machine guns with throwing knives, fight tanks with rifles, and beat 80 Germans with their bare hands. However, no one has ever seen them go out, and I have never heard of their achievements, so after a while, this unit, like other legendary troops, has been reduced to a topic of afternoon tea hahaha.

"What's the matter, ah, it's Major Modvan, do you have any questions?" Burbeech leaned over and asked with a smile.

"It's Lieutenant Colonel Burbit, it's not a big deal, take the liberty of asking, is this infantry platoon a subordinate of Lieutenant Colonel Charlie?" Mordwan looked at Charlie and said, completely ignoring Burbit, this blatant contempt made the fat lieutenant colonel's face slightly white.

"Yes, this is my subordinate." Charlie replied proudly.

"You have a very good team of men, I can tell they are very well trained, Gloucestershire? Wasn't this unit completely annihilated in Dunkirk? Mordwan looked at Parag suspiciously, and the other party's military hat was indeed the sphinx incarnation of the Gloucestershire regiment.

"They were rebuilt two months ago, and just this month they were transferred to the Dover Defense Command, which is under the direct command of the Logistics Command." Charlie replied without changing his face that this was the true identity of the soldiers who died in the barn, and even if he called Dover to confirm, there would be no problem.

After the Battle of Dunkirk, a large number of veteran British troops were wiped out in the encirclement. In order to re-energize the morale of the British people, and in order not to cut off these long-standing and famous names, the British Army gave a large number of old names that had been annihilated by the German army to those newly formed rookie units when recruiting and organizing, as if this could restore the glory of the British Empire. I can't see the effect for a while, at least the top brass can get some psychological comfort when they see the list of these troops.

"Newly formed troops, no kidding, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie. I believe in my eyes, these are veterans, on the battlefield. Isn't it, Second Lieutenant Paragher. Mordwan kept staring into Paragher's eyes, and the other party did not dodge or flinch at all, this temperament of not being afraid of the-for-tat of power made Mordwan appreciate it very much, and he was more interested in the infantry platoon in front of him.

"In the Norwegian campaign, my battalion fought with German paratroopers in Norway for three whole days, and after returning home to recuperate, I was transferred to the first battalion of the Gloucestershire regiment." Parague replied aloud without hesitation.

"A battalion of the Greene Howard Regiment? I know about your camp. I didn't expect you to be split up. You fought very well in Norway, and Battalion Commander Holland was a very good officer, and his sacrifice was a great loss to the Army. Mordwan nodded approvingly.

Indeed, in order to rebuild the preparation. The army will take out some of the old units that are still there and replace them with the names of the troops that need to be rebuilt, just like the nobles changed their doors to adopt their sons in order to continue their titles, which is a workaround.

"Thank you, sir. Battalion Commander Holland is indeed a very good officer, and I am honored to have served under him. Parag replied loudly with his chest puffed out.

It's hard to say whether Lieutenant Colonel Holland is excellent or not, but he is not a tough guy. Parague was very impressed by this British battalion commander who resisted to the end and was finally beaten into a sieve by his own hands, wearing a thick sheepskin coat, a well-trimmed sideburns and beard, and a good mouth of white teeth.

"Very well, second lieutenant." Mordwan nodded vigorously, then turned to Charlie, and he said loudly. "Lieutenant Colonel Charlie, I have taken over the command of this force in the name of the Ministry of War, and your people are now under my command."

"Hi Major, are you dizzy? These are troops subordinate to the Dover Defense Command, and you can't take them out of my hands with just one word. Charlie said to Mordwan with a sneer.

"Major Mordwan, you have to know what you're doing now, the commandos don't have this privilege, you have to give written orders." Burbeech chimed in and said that he hated the damn Commando Captain right now, that this guy was wasting his precious escape time, and that he just wanted to load his cargo as quickly as possible.

"I know you, Lieutenant Colonel Burbitch, don't think that others can't find out about what you did, it has nothing to do with you." Modwan glared at Burbit coldly, and the chubby lieutenant colonel felt a chill run down his back.

"You'll get the written order, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie, the order issued by the War Department. Don't think about playing tricks, it's not a joke. I need this force now, and the British Empire needs this force. You order them to be on standby now, and I will be back soon with the order. Mordwan turned to Charlie and said.

"This ......" Charlie looked at Parag hesitantly, and seeing that the other party nodded slightly, he turned his face and said coldly to Mordwan.

"Although I don't know what happened, if there is a written order from my superiors, I will obey it unconditionally."

"Very well, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie, you will be rewarded for your sanity." Mordwan was very pleased with Charlie's current affairs.

"But now they have an urgent mission, and Dover now continues with some medicine, at least let them help me load the goods into the car." Burbeech blushed and struggled to make the last attempt, to be honest, even he didn't believe that the commando captain would let go, but something unexpected happened. Modwan glanced at Burbit, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"Dover's communications have been cut off, and the situation there is terrible, so let these soldiers finish the work at hand and be on standby in the lounge, and I'll go there with the papers, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie." With that, he saluted Charlie, then nodded at Paragher. He turned around and ran briskly towards the other end of the office area.

"Shit, I'm fed up with these guys who have no one in their eyes, just because there are big people supporting them, causing trouble everywhere, and if there is a kind of going out to fight the Germans, don't think I don't know how badly they were cleaned up by the Germans on the other side." Burbeech spat on the ground angrily, and then said to Charlie with an apologetic face. "I'm really sorry Charlie, I didn't expect this to happen, I hope it won't affect your mission."

Charlie's mission was to take the troops to Canterbury. Now that this is happening, it is difficult for him to explain to his superiors why he brought troops to this base.

"It's all right, old friend, but by the time I get to Canterbury, Dover will be almost finished, and no one knows what orders I'm taking. Let's go to the warehouse as soon as possible and load the goods before the major returns. Charlie patted Burbit on the shoulder, and in turn comforted the colleague.

"Yes, yes, let's hurry up. The warehouse is just in front, just around the corner. "Burbit is reinvigorated and is now the first to run for his life. Where is there time to think about these chores.

The warehouse is located in the corner of the office area, separated by a deep corridor and two heavy blast doors.

"Perkins, there's a lot of supplies to be mobilized from above." Burbeech shouted at the guards in the guardhouse by the hallway.

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel." The guard sat behind the table and waved at the lieutenant colonel, indicating that he understood.

A strong paratrooper turns the crank on the blast door above. Then he pulled the door open with all his might. Parag winked at one of the paratroopers beside him and tilted his head toward the guardhouse. The paratrooper immediately understood, and he nodded at Paragher. With his rifle on his back and his trouser pockets in his hand, he slowly walked towards the guardhouse.

"Fifteen to the left, fifteen to the right, ten in the middle, act according to the plan, and the rest follow me." The last paratrooper walked into the warehouse and closed the door, and Parag gave a loud order to his men.

"Yes, sir." The soldiers saluted their battalion commander and then dispersed into the warehouse stack.

"The arsenal must be kept at a low temperature and humidity all year round, and Lieutenant Colonel Burbitch has always hidden his own bootlegged goods here, which is not only not damaged but also not easy to find." Charlie said with a smile on the side.

"You...... You, you, you, you......" Lieutenant Colonel Burbeech shrank to the side and shook into a ball. He saw the group of soldiers saluting Parag, which was not at all a British salute.

"They're German?! Charlie Charlie! You took refuge with the Germans?!! "Those who can do this are nimble guys, and Burbeech is the best of them, and in just a few seconds, he roughly guessed the identity of the other party, and he was cheated by his business partner.

"No, no, no, it's not that I took refuge with the Germans, but we took refuge with the Germans, and everyone saw that these paratroopers were brought into the base by you." Charlie stepped forward and patted Burbit on the shoulder.

"Now you, like me, are in the service of the Wehrmacht, and if you can help more from this, I can assure you that you will get everything you want." Charlie smiled and bewitched his partner, he believed that with the other party's intelligence and discipline, in fact, there was no need to bother with his own words, the situation in front of him was already very clear, and Mr. Burbeech would definitely make the wisest choice.

"Lieutenant Colonel Burbitch, I am Major Parague, the commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 1st Parachute Regiment of the 7th Air Division of the Luftwaffe, and I assure you that as long as you cooperate with us in this mission, you will be rewarded and treated favorably by the German army, and Germany welcomes and treats all collaborators well, even if he was once an enemy of the Reich." Parag pulled his ID out of his pocket and shook it at Burbit.

"Paratroopers?!! They are paratroopers! Charlie Charlie, you brought a group of German paratroopers! Could it be that Germany is about to land? Burbeech was shocked.

"He's got a quick brain, tell him the truth, Charlie." Parag said to Charlie with a smile as he took a Thomson submachine gun from his men.

"It's a good gun, you have to hold it like this, remember to hold the front grip, press the barrel, the bullets of this gun like to run up." Parag held Thomson and showed his subordinates how to hold it correctly, which was Thomson's early 1928A1 typewriter, a standard Chicago typewriter with a complex structure, excellent manufacturing, reliable performance, and a rate of fire far exceeding that of the later military simplified version. And it also comes with 100 rounds of drums that the military version does not have.

"We found hundreds of these submachine guns, enough for each person here, and a lot of drums." A paratrooper approached with a Thomson in one hand.

"We also found a large number of pistols, the American Model 1911, with boxes and instructions."

"I found boxes of plastic explosives here, enough to blow up the entire place, and dozens of boxes of grenades, all American."

"Battalion commander, I found twenty boxes of morphine and five boxes of aspirin. It's still made in Germany. ”

"Ah, this is my goods, this is my goods." Burbit, who was talking to Charlie in a whisper, suddenly turned around and shouted loudly.

"Old friend, don't think about your goods now, tell the major carefully what you said earlier, if my guess is correct, you will have no problem even if you want to swim in the morphine pool in the future."

After listening to Burbitch's story, Parag couldn't help but punch Charlie excitedly, and the painful latter squatted down on the spot, and the paratrooper major hurriedly patted the other party's back to comfort and apologize.

"Five of you. Carry a few boxes of morphine to the outside car, don't talk to anyone on the road, and when you reach the parking position, park the truck in the square outside. Fifteen minutes later, as planned, a red flare will be fired, and you would be better able to capture one or two bunkers to cover the assault of the troops. Take care of your own safety. Fight! All for Germany. ”

"Fight!" The five paratroopers saluted, then picked up the cardboard box on one side, opened the door and walked out.

The guard in the corridor guardhouse, wearing a blue hat with a large brim, waved at the paratroopers. Then he continued to bow his head and wipe the paratrooper dagger in his hand, and a corpse lying on the floor at his feet was stripped of his vest and shorts.

"They live here in four rooms of twelve people each, and the officers live separately in the officers' quarters." Burbeech held a pencil and gestured across the map of the underground shelter.

"How many guards are there here?"

"There are no guards, and occasionally a couple of gendarmes patrol by. It was now half past seven, and the men had finished their breakfast and returned to the barracks to rest, and they usually only went out for a walk in the afternoon, and usually hid in the barracks all the time. ”

"Do you have any weapons?"

"They brought a lot of weapons, all of which were kept in the barracks, and they were usually unarmed in the base."

"Understood, I'm very glad you are so cooperative, Lieutenant Colonel, what I promised you will be done." Parague happily reached out and shook hands with Burbit.

"Hopefully it will work!" Burbeech said worriedly.

"Don't hope, it's going to work." Parague stood up, picked up a Thomson submachine gun, and pulled the bolt neatly.

"Sir! I found an elite unit, small in number, but all veterans who had fought in battle, and we were more certain that the operation would be successful. Modwan stood at the commander's desk, excitedly reporting to the other party.

"Now I need you to immediately issue an order to transfer the command of this force into our hands, and the commander of the opposing side is waiting."

"Wait a minute, don't worry, Major Mordwan. I didn't understand what you were talking about. What elite troops, where did they come from, and where they belonged to the command. The Colonel behind the desk wiped his bald forehead, moved his neck with his hands on the back of his head, and then picked up the teacup on the table.

"It's a convoy from Dover that has come here to replenish some first-aid medicine. In charge of the escort was an elite infantry platoon, formerly part of the 15th Infantry Brigade, the 1st Battalion of the Green's Howard Regiment, which had participated in the Norwegian campaign and fought against German paratroopers. Now they have been reorganized into the 2nd Battalion of the Gloucestershire Regiment, these soldiers are very good, they look very rigorously trained, and they have actual combat experience, which is exactly what we need now, sir, we are running out of time, sign the order quickly. Modwan said excitedly.

"Green's Howard Regiment? That's a big regiment, it was really torn apart some time ago, and these soldiers have combat experience? Truly what we need now, I trust your vision, Major. You said they were sent by Dover? Now that we have cut off our communication with Dover, and that we have problems with Dill and with the front lines of Ramsgate and Canterbury, I would like to see the commander of that force. ”

The Colonel pulled out a folder from the drawer of his desk and pulled out a blank book of orders with the seals and signatures of the Chiefs of the General Staff of the Ministry of Defense, the Ministry of War, and the Reich. The colonel picked up a pen and quickly wrote a few lines on the order book.

"Give this order to the ...... now"

"Lieutenant Colonel Charlie."

"What's your full name?"

"I didn't ask, I just knew it was Charlie."

"That's fine, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie...... All right. The colonel handed the signed order to Mordwan.

"Then take him to the main conference room, and call my secretary in when you get out."

At this moment, there were suddenly several dull bangs outside the door. This was followed by the panicked screams of men and women.

"Bombing?" The colonel stood up.

"Not like! There is no vibration on the ground. It's small, it's more like a ...... Grenades and stuff like that. Mordwan walked to the door and opened it. Several more explosions rang out, sounding muffled as if they were in the eastern part of the base, separated from the office by a few corridors.

"Maybe the weapon went off, I'll check it out." Mordwan reached out and touched the holster on his waist, then turned back to the colonel and shouted.

His men all live in dormitories in the East End, and he's feeling a little uneasy right now, it can't be some reckless guy who blew up the grenade. These soldiers are well-trained, physically strong, and have distinct personalities, which are difficult to discipline to put it bluntly.

"If only those guys could be like the platoon of infantry we met today." Modwan hurriedly ran towards the Eastern District, and just after turning two intersections, a large group of male and female officers and soldiers in various military uniforms screamed and rushed towards him.

Modwan finally sensed something was wrong, and he heard the familiar clatter of Thomson's submachine guns. Captain Gorman quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist.

"Thomson? Could it be that one of the team members is insane? ”

A barrage of gunfire rang out from across the hallway, and Modwan saw through the crowd the flickering fire of the muzzles of the submachine guns, and the bullets were fired into the fleeing crowd. The 11.43mm lead core bullet rotates and penetrates human limbs, tearing muscles, severing blood vessels, and destroying internal organs. Smash bones. The British officers and soldiers in the corridor, regardless of their service, rank, gender or gender, all twisted and trembling and fell in a dense rain of bullets, and a mist of blood rose in the air.

Mordwan leaned against the wall, leaning on the corpse of a naval officer for cover. Pick up the pistol and aim at the end of the hallway. Then he saw several figures wearing British Army uniforms and carrying Thomson submachine guns, and he recognized the leading officer at a glance, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Ensign Parag?! What the hell are you doing?! ”

Mordwan couldn't help but shout loudly. He immediately realized that he had made a fatal mistake, that he was clearly an organized massacre of British officers and soldiers, and that he was part of the target group.

Sure enough, Parague didn't hesitate at all, and directly swept over a dense burst of bullets, and the thin human body couldn't stop the dense accumulation of large-caliber bullets, and Mordwan was immediately shot several times. Captain Gormand let go of his pistol, clutched on the floor with both hands in his belly, and completely lost his ability to resist.

"Why, ensign." Modwan lay on the ground, raising his eyes and glaring at Parague standing in front of him.

"This is war, Major, this is war." Parag waved his men on, then pulled his pistol from his arms.

"You're German." Modwan spread out his hands covering the wound, his eyes wide open, staring at the Ruger pistol facing his forehead, watching Parague's fingers slowly pull off.

By the time Parag arrived at the central office area, the battle was drawing to a close, and the corridors were littered with the bodies of British soldiers and men, and many wounded were struggling in pools of blood.

The German paratroopers outside the base had already destroyed the resistance on the ground, and the German paratroopers in gray parachute suits and umbrella helmets had already broken into the bunker and joined up with the detachment that had infiltrated in makeup.

Parag ordered the paratroopers to immediately begin caring for the wounded and concentrating the prisoners, and several paratroopers escorted a British colonel to the paratrooper battalion commander.

"Stewart. Colonel Menzies? We've heard of your name for a long time, and we didn't expect to meet you here. You're very high on our arrest list. Rest assured, we will not hurt you, the German paratroopers only shot at the enemy in the front. Parague saluted Colonel Menzies, who solemnly raised his hand in return.

"You don't want to know anything from me, I won't betray my country." The director of the Sixth Bureau of British Affairs tried hard to make himself look decent, but his trembling feet had exposed everything.

"Coincidentally, neither will I. What to do with it is a matter for the generals, I am just an ordinary major officer, I think you may be sent across the sea, maybe the Führer will receive you personally. This is a glory that ordinary people can never dream of. ”

With that, Parag turned back to his battalion lieutenant and whispered. "Keep him in solitary confinement, try to meet his needs, send four soldiers to keep an eye on him, don't give him a chance to commit suicide."

Parag walked slowly up the stairs to the ground, looked at his men who were cleaning up the battlefield, took a flat wine jug from his pocket, raised his head and took a sip, then straightened his chest and stretched out in the warm sun. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)