In the early morning of October 22, just as the sun was rising, SS trucks rushed into the streets of Berlin. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At the same time, SS cars were speeding along other big cities or country roads.

There has not been a SS operation of this magnitude since Operation Kristallnacht, at least not in Berlin.

But today, such an action has happened again, and the early risers on the street are curiously looking at the trucks painted with iron crosses.

Most of these trucks are eliminated by the military, and most of them are civilian trucks. They were all used by the early army, and now that there are replacements, these early models, which are not suitable for off-roading, are all lost to the second-line troops.

The SS, naturally, also belonged to the second-line troops. In fact, most of the SS were not Waffen-SS, and their weapons were more obsolete than those of the Wehrmacht.

Most of the second-line SS soldiers were only Mauser 98K rifles that had been eliminated by the army. The rifles are used second-hand and worn out after training in the troops.

At a time when the Wehrmacht was not fully equipped with weapons and equipment, the desire to get the SS to take the mighty MP-38 submachine gun and stand guard for senior officers was just a part of the movie.

In fact, most of the people who stood guard were carrying Mauser rifles, and most of the extravagant weapons such as submachine guns were distributed to combat units.

"The action begins! Execute the Moonlight Song Project! As the officer in charge of the group gave the order, one SS soldier after another jumped out of the truck, their boots smashing on the ground with a dense muffled sound.

Then, the SS soldiers, who had jumped out of the truck, smashed open the gates of the manor and stormed into the huge, luxurious villa.

"Who are you? This is a private house! A gray-haired butler saw the SS soldiers rushing in and was so frightened that he dropped the newspaper he was holding on the ground.

And it was not the officer's answer that answered him. Two rifles were pointed at his chest, and more SS soldiers ignored the butler's questioning and rushed through the long corridor with their weapons in hand.

"Ahh A maid sweeping the stairs saw the crowds of SS soldiers rushing in, and she had just shouted for a second before the SS soldiers who had stopped rushing up covered her mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the hapless maid was slapped by the dagger, and more SS soldiers stepped up the stairs and rushed to the various rooms on the second floor.

"Hey! Who are you? Who sent you? Hearing the shout, a door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in his pajamas looked at the rifle pointed at his chest and asked loudly.

"Where's your father?" An SS captain who led the team, staring at the opponent's chest with a pistol, asked in a cold voice.

"What? We donated 3 million marks to you! I bought all your boots, be polite to me! You petty officer! The middle-aged man was not intimidated by the muzzle of the gun at all, but scolded defiantly.

He was sure that the other party would not dare to shoot him, because he was a complete nobleman. In terms of blood, the Führer was not even as illustrious as their family, and the puppet with the mustache, according to their usual saying, was nothing more than an Austrian corporal.

However, when they mentioned the word corporal, their tone was mostly sour. After all, they can't reach that height.

But such people generally have the method of spiritual victory, and they think that Hitler is just a puppet they have set up, a tool that they can replace at any time.

"Who is your chief? William? Or Thomas? I tell you, if you don't get out now, I'm going to make your death ugly......" This middle-aged man showed off his might, and if it weren't for the pajamas on his body and the pistol on his chest, his arrogance could have doubled.

"Are you crazy? Dare to rush to my house! When the middle-aged man was showing off his might and shouting loudly, an old man's roar also came from the third floor.

"Phew!" The leader of the team upstairs was the highest commander here, so when he saw the primary goal of the operation, he didn't talk nonsense at all, and directly pulled his pistol.

Hearing the gunshot, the woman in the bedroom screamed in fright, but her screams didn't last long before the second shot rang out.

The next second the gunshot rang out, the woman's screams stopped abruptly. At this time, the middle-aged man who was still showing off his might just now realized that something was wrong.

"You can't kill me! I'm ......" The man turned to escape back into his room, followed by gunshots.

The bullet hit him in the chest, and blood spilled through the bullet hole, staining his white pajamas red at once.

At this time, the butler was already sitting at the dining table on the first floor, leaning back on a chair, and did not dare to make a sound. Several maids stood in front of him, covering their mouths and not daring to speak, and the corners of their eyes were already full of frightened tears.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the middle-aged man fell on his back at the door of his bedroom, and the muzzle of the SS soldier's gun pointed at the woman on the big bed behind the man.

"Don't!" The woman saw that someone was aiming at her, and she didn't bother to cover her carcass anymore, and struggled to get out of bed.

"Phew! Bang! Two gunshots rang out, and the woman clutched her chest and fell back into her bed, leaving a mesmerizing curve.

"What about the kids? Can't let it go! Carrying a pistol, the SS officer, who came down from the third floor, looked at the corpses in the room and ordered the people around him.

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Outside Berlin, Anveryn? Feng? At Kolinsky's estate, SS soldiers stopped the approaching convoy.

"Sir! This is the estate of a friend of General Himmler. A guard, carrying a rifle on his back, walked up to the passenger seat of the first truck and reminded him.

"I know, I'm here on a mission on the orders of the Führer!" The officer handed a signed document to the soldier at the door.

It is very clear on the document that the owner and the whole family are to be arrested and interrogated for treason - signed by Reinhardt? Heydrich, also stamped with the stamp of the SS.

It was very simple, and the two guards hurriedly stood up and saluted, and then helped open the heavy iron door.

Truck after truck rushed into the manor, and finally stopped next to the fountain in front of the manor.

More than a dozen trucks jumped out of hundreds of SS soldiers, all of whom were carrying Mauser rifles and looked imposing.

"Surround here! Don't let one go! Do you understand? An officer with a large-brimmed hat jumped out of the car and ordered with a wave of his leather-gloved palm.

With his order, the SS soldiers began to surround the manor house on both sides, while the middle troops, divided into two rows, crossed the officers' shoulders and stormed the main entrance of the lavishly decorated building.

Because the manor was so big, when these troops came in, they alarmed the owner of the house.

Anwen was holding the phone in the reception room on the third floor at this time, and there was a revolver on the coffee table in front of him.

"I'm Anwen! Your troops are storming my house! On the other side of the phone, Anvin said to the secretary of the office of the SS leader who had taken bribes from him.

Himmler had already been called to the Chancellery by the Führer at this time, so his office phone could only be answered by the secretary who stayed behind.

"Mr. Himmler is now in the Chancellery, do you need me to transfer you?" The secretary asked, formulaically.

"Quick! Help me find him! Anwen had a hunch that today's events were definitely not that simple, and of course he knew that it was not a misunderstanding that so many people had rushed into his manor.

At this time, he realized that he still didn't take the Führer seriously, but there was no place in this world to sell regret medicine.

There was the sound of wiring waiting on the other side of the phone, and one of Anwen's sons downstairs had been knocked over by bullets.

The scene became chaotic as some of the servants tried to leave the main entrance, but were restrained by the SS soldiers surrounding the building outside.

But in the midst of the confusion, several Kolinsky men found weapons and engaged in a shootout with the rushing SS.

Unfortunately, they soon lost the staircase they were defending, and several of them were shot by SS soldiers and died at the corner of the staircase.

After all, he was not a real fighter, and it was obviously a little naïve to rely on a few pistols to resist dozens of SS soldiers.

At this time, the phone was connected, and Himmler's voice came from inside: "Hey? I'm Himmler! ”

"I'm Anwen! I beg the Führer, leave a way for our family to live! Anwen pinched the receiver of the phone and pleaded bitterly.

"Anwen, I can only regret you......" Before Anvin could say anything, Himmler hung up the phone.

The sound of electricity in the earpiece is over, and the other party has obviously hung up the phone, but Anwen? Feng? Kolinsky was still holding the earpiece, not knowing what he was thinking.

His eldest son rushed in, his face covered in blood and covered in his abdomen, and he cried out at him so loudly that he didn't make the slightest movement.

Soon, the SS soldiers rushed in, and one of the officers, led by the leader, raised his pistol at the head of the house, Anerwin, who was still standing there holding the phone, motionless.

"Phew!" A gunshot rang out, and the bullet flew past old Anwen, hitting the eldest son who was trying to hide. The middle-aged man who had been shot collapsed in a pool of blood, letting out a fainter moan.

"Phew!" Another gunshot rang out, and the expensive telephone receiver inlaid with brushed metal fell off and hit the carpet.