Wang Ding glanced at the soldier who asked the question and smiled: "Let's go where we should go..."
The soldiers did not ask any more questions. They were full of respect and admiration for the president's son, not just because he was the president's son, but because of the miraculous things he did in Belgrade.
A few people can occupy a city, but I believe that not many people can do this.
Now, a battalion of soldiers is heading towards an unknown goal under his leadership. No one knows the purpose of this operation except their commander Wang Ding.
Another bold and unparalleled action, Wang Ding thought in his mind.
He has no fear or timidity. In his opinion, his identity on the battlefield has nothing to do with being the president's son. He is just an ordinary officer.
The difficulty of the task is self-evident, and Wang Ding is not even sure whether it will succeed. But this is an order personally given to him by Commander Liu Zhaocheng. There is no room for bargaining. The only thing he has to do is to complete it!
"Colonel, arrive at the first meeting point!"
"Disperse, be alert!"
Under Wang Ding's order, the brothers dispersed, chose the most advantageous hiding place to hide, and vigilantly monitored everything around them.
After waiting for ten minutes, two men in British military uniforms hurried over. The soldiers hidden in the bushes suddenly jumped out, pointed their guns at them, and then said in English: "Hands up!
"
"One of our own!" said the leading "Englishman".
"Connection code!" The Chinese soldier did not put down his gun.
"Vulture!"
The Chinese soldier then put down his gun.
"I am a German and I demand to see your supreme commander immediately!"
"Colonel, our escort is here."
Wang Ding, who was looking at the map not far away, raised his head. When he and the two allies looked at each other, the three of them shouted at the same time:
"king!"
"Fritz! Hans!"
The three people hugged excitedly. It was true that the person who came to meet Wang Ding was Wang Ding's old comrade in Germany and Yugoslavia:
Fritz Klingenberg and Hans Horsfeld!
"Oh my god, I didn't expect you to be here." Wang Ding said excitedly: "I heard that you went to Bad Tertz and might serve as the principal of the Bad Tertz Military Academy. How did you come to Africa?"
Klingenberg also looked excited: "Yes, I was promoted to lieutenant colonel, and my superior told me that he wanted me to go to Bad Telz Military Academy to be the principal, but I rejected the offer.
The battlefield is even more worthy of my yearning. I was sent to Africa and received an order to assist a special force of our allies to complete a mission. God, I swear I did not expect it to be you, and I did not expect that we would meet in Africa.
arrive."
"I didn't expect it either, Colonel." Hans Horsfield also said.
When they heard that the two men in front of them were the heroes who attacked Belgrade with Wang Ding and captured a well-armed city with the strength of seven people, all the Chinese soldiers showed respect in their eyes.
"Okay, let's talk about the mission." Wang Ding exchanged greetings with his friends and brought Klingenberg and Hans to the map.
"Your target is here." Klingenberg pointed to a point on the map: "This is the most important supply base for the Allied front army. There are about two British regiments of defense here. But you are here
Africa has done well, and it has dealt a heavy blow to those arrogant British guys, which has made their military resources tense. Now most of the forces here have been deployed to the front line, but the new supplementary forces have not yet arrived!"
"This is the best opportunity for us to take action!" Wang Ding muttered: "How many people are there now?"
"A strength of about one battalion.//" Klingenberg looked at the Chinese and said, "roughly equal to your number. If we take advantage of this vacuum opportunity to launch a surprise attack, I think we can succeed."
When he finished these words, he hesitated and pulled Wang Ding aside: "Wang, what I don't quite understand is that although being able to destroy this supply base will cause another heavy blow to the British on the front line, I
I don’t think such a mission is worth the risk for a president’s son.”
"When we were in Belgrade, we faced deeper dangers than now." Wang Ding smiled, and then lowered his voice: "What's more, I have a more important mission than destroying the supply base."
Klingenberg nodded. This was the same as his judgment. The Chinese would never let their president's son complete the task of destroying the supply base. But he did not continue to ask. He believed that by that time, Wang Ding would
I will make it clear to myself the true purpose of this time
"I will act together with you." Klingenberg returned his thoughts to the mission: "What makes me happy is that we can act together again.
Wang Ding, Klingenberg, and Hans, the three heroes who created the "Miracle of Belgrade", have come together again. They will lead this battalion of Chinese soldiers to create another miracle of their own.
These people are fearless. In their opinion, no danger can stop them. Since they once captured a city with only seven people under the eyes of hundreds of thousands of enemies, they are fully capable of organizing a classic again.
raid operations.
But Klingenberg and Hans had no idea what a dangerous and daring mission Wang Ding was undertaking.
Munik supply base.
Lieutenant Colonel Bon Ammons Wesbank was a little uneasy. The battle situation on the front line was very unfavorable to the Allies. The Chinese Army was overwhelmingly sweeping across North Africa, and the battle situation was already in danger.
Now, German aircraft can often be seen in the sky above the Mnnik supply base. Although the enemy is still very far away from here, God knows if anything terrible will happen.
More than half of the troops have been transferred, and now Lieutenant Colonel Wisbonk is left with less than a battalion of soldiers, and these soldiers have just been added to the army, and most of them even
I have never seen a real battlefield.
The battlefield is not just about basking in the sun.
"Lieutenant Colonel." Captain Peter, Lieutenant Colonel Wisbonk's assistant, came in, looking a little unhappy: "We lost three more soldiers in the bombing that just ended. We now lack anti-aircraft artillery fire, and the soldiers have no
If the enemy launches a surprise attack on us now, the consequences will be very serious. We now need reinforcements, effective anti-aircraft fire and soldiers with combat experience."
"What you want is all on the front line." Weisbank shrugged: "Give up these unrealistic fantasies, Captain. The only ones we can use are those soldiers."
He pointed outside the window: "Although these people have no combat experience, what is gratifying is that the enemy is still far away from us. When they advance here, I think new reinforcements will arrive."
"I hope so." Peter murmured, and then asked: "Lieutenant Colonel Mr. A, when will you arrive?"
"Shut up, Captain!" Westbank glared at his subordinates fiercely: "Mr. A, the arrival is a top-secret plan. If the enemy knows about it, they will go crazy and send a large number of planes to this place.
Carrying out violent bombings!”
Peter shrugged.
Weisbank sighed, "Mr. A" was about to pass by here. He himself was responsible for protecting the Munik supply base, but now he had to admit to another task: when "Mr. A" passed by
Keep him safe!
The only thing I hope is that "Mr. A" will never make any mistakes when passing through his own defense zone, otherwise no one will be able to bear this responsibility¨
"The Mnik supply base is ahead." Klingenberg handed the telescope to Wang Ding: "Look, the enemy did not expect that we would travel a long distance and come here without any logistical supplies. Their defenses are very lax.
."
"Our supplies are right ahead." Wang Ding held up the telescope and looked at it for a while, then put it down and said with a smile: "We will get what we want if we take down Munik."
"How do we enter Mnnik?" Klingenberg asked Wang Ding: "Should we launch a strong attack, or sneak in?"
"Go in through the main entrance in a swaggering manner." Wang Ding glanced at the soldiers wearing British military uniforms around him.
Well, Wang Ding had to admit that although these soldiers were carefully selected and disguised, the faces of Easterners were the faces of Easterners. As long as you pay a little attention, you can clearly see that they are different from Europeans.
The difference couldn't be more obvious.
But there is no way, a task is a task, and you have to find a way to complete it no matter what.
"Fritz, Hans." Wang Ding lowered his voice again: "The most important point is to control the British radio station immediately after breaking into the base. They must not let them attack the base.
Let the matter go out! Look."
Wang Ding opened another map and pointed at it and said: "This is where the British Radio Station is."
Both Klingenberg and Hans were a little surprised. They had to admit that the Chinese intelligence personnel were capable of investigating the locations of enemy radio stations.
But one thing I don’t understand is why the radio station must be controlled? Why must the British not be allowed to spread the news about the attack on the Munik supply base?
Although he was full of doubts, Klingenberg still listened patiently to Wang Ding's words:
"Fritz, Hans, I will give you a platoon of strength, which you will personally command. Once a battle breaks out, you don't have to worry about anything else, just rush into the radio station and take control of it."
"Leave it to us," Klingenberg said calmly.
Wang Ding said nothing more. He was absolutely assured of these two old comrades. They would not express anything easily, but once they accepted the task, they would complete it to the letter.
"Okay, brothers, take action!"
Following Wang Ding's order, the Chinese soldiers who had seemed somewhat lazy just now quickly coalesced into a solid unit.
The mission starts from this moment¨
"Rom, did you get a letter from home?"
"No, I want to wait until the fighting in North Africa is over before applying to go back."
"Have you heard that the battle on the front line did not go well? General Montgomery was also defeated by the Chinese."
"That's none of our business, our mission is here."
Several soldiers standing guard chatted with each other. The front line was a very distant thing for them. Except for German planes, Chinese artillery shells would not fall here for the time being.
"Look, what is that?"
"It seems that some people are coming." The soldier named Rom picked up the gun in his hand and shouted: "Stop, who are you?"
"The 11th South African Division." A leading officer shouted back, then strode over with an adjutant.
When he came to the front, the British sentry saw clearly that he was a lieutenant colonel, and he quickly stood at attention: "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel!"
The lieutenant colonel looked serious: "We have been ordered to provide reinforcements to Munik."
"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel!"
The lieutenant colonel waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him followed. As they gradually approached, Rom discovered something was not right. The faces of these people seemed to be different from his own, and they looked the same.
God, the Chinese!
Before Rom could say these words, a dagger was pierced deeply into his heart. Then, the lieutenant colonel's adjutant quickly knocked down two British sentries one after another.
"Well done, Fritz, Hans!" Wang Ding quickly came to the front and asked his men to drag the three corpses out: "Let us take action now."
"Good luck, King!"
"Good luck, Fritz!"
This group of soldiers who went deep behind enemy lines quickly began to take action. At this time, the British at the Munik supply base did not know that their base had been controlled by a group of Chinese.
Things went smoothly at first, but something unexpected happened soon!
It was lunch time now, and most of the British people were dining in the restaurant. Wang Ding's choice to launch the raid at this time was also carefully chosen.
But no matter how perfect the plan is, something like this will always happen.
A British officer walked out of the restaurant. He saw a group of soldiers entering the base at a glance. He was shocked and shouted: "Who are you!"
Then he pulled out his gun. A flying knife flew over and hit him in the chest. The British officer pulled the trigger in time before he collapsed and died.
Gunshots rang out. One
"Strike!" Wang Ding calmly gave the order.
Now, the raid turned into a forced attack, but it was not too difficult for the Chinese soldiers. The British were having a meal and they were defenseless.
Gunshots rang out in the military camp, and the entire base was in chaos.
The British ran out of the restaurant one after another, but what greeted them was a barrage of bullets. Groups of British fell into a pool of blood, and there was no room for resistance.¨
"Attack, we have been attacked!" Peter rushed in angrily: "Lieutenant Colonel, the enemy is attacking us, and a large number of soldiers have been shot!"
"Hell, how could there be an enemy here!" Lieutenant Colonel Wisbonk's face turned pale. This was really a terrible disaster. Just in the morning, he vowed to tell his subordinates that the enemy was still very far away from here.
This will be the safest place.
But while his words were still ringing in the ears of his subordinates, the enemy had already appeared.
"Resist, resolutely resist!" Lieutenant Colonel Wisbonk shouted loudly: "Let the soldiers stop the enemy's attack! God, please send power to the headquarters immediately, we have been attacked! Reinforcement, request immediate reinforcement!"
Captain Peter, who was also in a panic, immediately rushed out, ignoring the fierce enemy bullets, and rushed to the telegraph room on the side. He had to send this terrible information.
Fortunately, the telegraph room was right next to it, and Captain Peter rushed in without much effort.
"Generate electricity." As soon as Peter's words came out of his mouth, his whole body was frozen there, and he couldn't say the rest of the words anyway. It was very simple, he found that two black guns were pointed at him, and the people in the telegraph room
Everyone has fallen into a pool of blood.
"I am German SS Lieutenant Colonel Fritz Klingenberg!" Klingenberg said very politely: "Sir, I have to inform you that you are now our prisoner."
Peter couldn't say anything. It was over. Now everything was really over. The telegraph room was also controlled by the enemy. They no longer had any power to resist!
Following Captain Peter's capture was Lieutenant Colonel Bon Ammons Wisbonk.
The telegraph room was not far from his office. After Klingenberg took control of the telegraph room, he rushed into Weisbank's office naturally and easily.
Westbank, like his subordinate Peter, became prisoners.
"Lieutenant Colonel Wisbonk, please order your men to put down their weapons." Klingenberg was always so polite when there was no battle: "I think this is a battle with a huge disparity in power.
, how to protect the safety of the soldiers is what you should consider most."
Lieutenant Colonel Bon Emmons Weisbank was very aware of his current situation. He sighed helplessly, then walked to the microphone. After hesitating for a while, he opened the microphone:
"Attention, attention, I am Lieutenant Colonel Bon Ammons Wisbonk. Now I am ordering the British soldiers to put down their weapons and stop resisting. The battle here is over!"