As the future choice of the Third Reich as the "puppet Britain" administrators, in addition to the Duke of Windsor in Berlin, Moseley in London, is obviously more suitable.

And with the heroic death of SS Sergeant Clarkson, things on the London side have become much simpler.

Moseley's house arrest room was housed in a small three-story house, and Mosley was imprisoned in the rightmost conference room on the third floor, the door of which was guarded by German subordinates disguised as British soldiers, namely Hans. This provides a lot of convenience.

But every half hour, a team of genuine British police officers patrols again.

Therefore, Hans was left with only half an hour to act.

Every half hour, the London police would assist Hans and the others to check that Moseley was still in the room, and that Mosley would be safe and sound during the two checks at both ends of the time. Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

"But how do you get past the British police guarding the gates of this building? This is a hurdle that cannot be bypassed. Sergeant Clarkson, who had already decided to stay, said worriedly.

"That's not easy, won't you kill them?" One of the anxious SS members said.

"It's easy to take them out, but it might disturb the police force resting in other rooms of the building, and if they all come out, it will be troublesome." Captain Hans objected.

But fortunately, Rennes, who proposed the whole plan, also took this issue into account.

So, on the first day of Wren's arrival, he took a few of his Wehrmacht brethren with him, and got close to the British policemen who were in charge of guarding the gates.

In the face of the new soldiers, this group of former guard policemen was not wary, and even said that they still had a considerable admiration for the soldiers.

In addition, Wren was also very generous, exchanging all the British currency he carried before departure into cigarettes and distributing them to these policemen. After sending things and chatting a little, Wren quickly established a good personal relationship with them.

Of course, there is also the status of a member of Rennes' elite troops, which brings him bonuses.

"I'll take care of this matter, I have a way." Wren said confidently.

"Wren, are you sure? Then we'll leave this to you. Hans was skeptical, but he still chose to believe Wren, after all, this young man had already given him too many surprises before.

"Leave it to me, no problem." Wren smiled and looked at Hans, reassuring him.

"Well, let's move on to the next question...... With Wren's guarantee, Hans skipped the topic for the time being and continued to refine the rescue plan.

After all, before departure, no one can take into account the specific situation that the special forces will face when they come to London. Therefore, the meticulous rescue plan can only be temporarily improved after it arrives.

After two hours of secret discussions, Hans and Wren and other four squad leaders have basically determined the rescue plan. The rescue plan will take place at 8 o'clock tonight, the third day of their arrival in London.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the plan officially began.

The sky over London is still beautiful, with stars dotting the old industrial city in the night sky, and the sky is a deep blue that is not destined to be ordinary.

Wren came to the gate of the building with three or two men, as he had done two days before, and chatted with a team of police officers about his "heroic deeds" in Dunkirk, but this time he brought two more bottles of wine.

"Yo, Second Lieutenant Andered, you're here again. Come on, come on, give us a little more story of how you beat the Germans. One of the guards, who was leading the team, shouted Wren's pseudonym.

They are here to guard Morris day after day, and it is indeed very boring, and I wish someone would come and chat with them, listen to the legends that Wren made up, and help them get through this boring time.

"Yes, that's right, I'm here with you again. This time I also brought two bottles of goodies, and everyone shared them. Wren replied, waving the two bottles of whiskey in his hand, which could be felt through the bottles, which were very tempting.

The eight policemen guarding the gate swallowed their saliva one after another, but the sergeant who led the team was worried: "This ...... That's not going to work, we're drinking and we're done if the damn patrol cops see it, they're going to report it to the chief. ”

It can be seen that they actually want to drink and cheer at home, but they are forced to drink because of the regulations.

Seeing this situation, Wren took advantage of the situation and continued: "It's okay, you can go and drink in the next room, just take a break." I've got two brothers with me here, and I'll help you watch it for a while, and if the patrol comes to fool around, it'll be over. ”

"This ......" The sergeant who led the team had begun to hesitate.

Then another policeman was quick to fan the flames and suggested, "Sheriff, I think it's not bad." With Second Lieutenant Ander Ed here watching, no one in our police force dared to embarrass him. ”

"Have a drink, then?"

"I don't think it's a problem."

"I'm absolutely fine."

......

After a "fierce" psychological struggle, they finally decided to accept Wren's invitation.

So, Wren left his soldiers at the gate and went to another room on the second floor with eight policemen.

This was a room assigned to Hans, the same room that Hans had used to hold secret discussions. I've been idle before, and now no one will bother to check it.

In other words, when several police officers drank a concocted liquor with a large amount of sleeping pills, it was difficult for them to be found when they were asleep.

A few minutes later.

"I ...... I've really, not in a long time, I've never drunk such a delicious wine. A policeman said drunkenly.

"Leave me ...... Leave some point. The sheriff also seemed to be drunk and said, "I'll sleep first, and then I'll continue to drink......

......After a while, all eight policemen fell asleep.

"If the British were so stupid, the battle would be over soon." Outside the door of the room, Wren, who confirmed that the police had passed out, smiled and whispered, his tone full of contempt.

Next, it's Clarkson's mission.

I saw Captain Hans take Clarkson and quietly enter the house arrest room and wake up Moseley, who had just fallen asleep.

Moseley was shocked at first when he saw them, and thought that they were men sent by the British to end his life, but when he looked at them, he was sure that they were Hans and his party, who had been identified with him for the past two days, and when he saw Clarkson begin to take off his military uniform and change into the clothes that Moseley had hung on the hanger before going to bed, he understood everything.

It seems that tonight is the time for the implementation of the escape plan.

It's just that Moseley didn't expect that the Germans were making a plan in the afternoon, and they would be able to start implementing it vigorously in the evening. This terrible execution made him quite surprised!

"You see, Mr. Moseley, that's what we're capable of." Hans smiled and said to Moseley, who was lying on the bed, "Now, please change into this military uniform and leave with us immediately." ”

"Okay, okay. I'll change it right away, you Germans are really good. Moseley replied excitedly after seeing what Hans and his party were capable of.

"But what are you going to do with the soldier who replaced me?" Moseley said casually curiously as he excitedly changed his clothes.

"Mr. Moseley, you don't need to worry about it. We only hope that what you can do for the Empire is worth the Empire's sacrifice for you! Hans waved his hand, and the implication was already obvious.

"God, you ......" Mosley suddenly said something, and looked at Clarkson in disbelief.

In this world, is there really a person who is not afraid of death?!