() "What? Let us provide fire support for a prison robbery?" Boynton opened his eyes in shock, "How did the guys in the intelligence department come up with such an idea? How did their heads grow?"

Ron smiled helplessly. Obviously, the intelligence department's imagination far exceeded his expectations. He said to Scott: "Scott, come and tell us the origin of this matter."

"Okay, General." Scott stood up, opened a folder, and said to everyone:

"Two weeks ago, the French resistance organization and the British Royal Air Force conducted a successful cooperation. Two Royal Air Force Mosquito bombers dropped bombs on a German prison at night, accurately destroying the high walls and walls of the prison.

The jailers’ dormitory. Then the guerrillas who had been prepared outside the prison rushed into the prison, killed many guards who tried to resist, and rescued some very important members of the resistance organization who were imprisoned in the prison.

A week ago, one of our important intelligence agents - here is her picture - was captured by the Germans in Calais. She was on a very important mission. She knew many important secrets and was very important to the situation.

The course of the war is very important. She has undergone anti-torture training. Judging from the dynamics of the German army, we can be sure that she has not revealed the secret yet. However, everyone knows that the Germans must also know her importance. They will definitely try their best

The method was to pry open her mouth. Inspired by the British actions, our intelligence department planned to launch such a raid to rescue her.

According to the information we have received, she is currently being held in a prison attached to the Gestapo headquarters in Calais. This prison is in the center of Calais. It is small but well-guarded and is less than 200 meters away.

, there is also a German military camp with a whole battalion of German soldiers inside.

Two days ago, a team of rangers was secretly sent to mainland France, and they have made contact with the local resistance organization. Once the raid is launched, our task is to blow open the prison walls, suppress the machine guns in the prison, and at the same time

Prevent any German troops from arriving for reinforcements. Escort the commando retreat."

"How is this possible?" As soon as Scott finished speaking, before he could sit down, Boyington couldn't help but say this.

"Our pilots are not owls and can see all targets clearly in the dark night. This difficulty is much more difficult than that of the British. They all attack fixed targets. Just throwing a flare is enough. But, we

We also had to perform fire support tasks and escort the commandos to retreat. To be honest, we couldn't even identify friend or foe at night. If we didn't do it well, it was not unexpected that we killed all the commandos.

thing!"

"Who said we had to do it at night?" Ron said.

"Then you mean during the day? My God, do you know how many places in Calais are suitable for placing anti-aircraft guns? Breaking into the center of a city at low altitude in broad daylight... Moreover, don't you think it's too...

…Is it too sensational?”

"Who says it's not? But it's fun when it's difficult, isn't it?" Ron smiled.

"It's fun when it's difficult?" Boynton shook his head, "Ron, there's a big problem with your point of view. War is an extremely serious matter at any time. But to be honest, I also like difficulty.

thing."

"Okay, Scott, take out the map of Calais." Ron said.

…

In Calais, France, diagonally opposite the Gestapo headquarters, there is a small cafe. In France, this kind of cafe can be found almost everywhere. Even if the Germans come, they cannot change the French people's habit of loving coffee. Of course,

During the German occupation, the business in coffee shops was not as good as before due to the economic recession. However, recently, the business in coffee shops has improved again. People come to coffee shops and order a cup.

After drinking coffee, I sat with my friends and exchanged in low voices with unconcealable joy the gossips I had heard from different channels that were not included in the formal and legal media.

"Did you listen to the BBC yesterday?" A young man asked another young man in a low voice.

"Listen, General de Gaulle gave a speech there again. He said..." The young man looked around and lowered his voice and said, "The Allies are coming to liberate us soon, and we must be ready to cooperate with the Allies.

Destroy the fascists!"

"What have you prepared?"

"I have a shotgun, what about you?"

"I have one……"

While the two young people were talking softly, there was also a young man and woman sitting there at a small table by the window on the other side of the cafe. They had been sitting there for a long time, talking and laughing, like a couple.

They are a couple. However, if you get close without attracting their attention, you can find that they are actually carefully recording the shift changes of the Gestapo headquarters and the patrol patterns of the German patrols in the city.

In fact, they are not the only ones performing such tasks. The entire underground organization has become active. Some of them are stationed for reconnaissance, some are wandering around, observing the German air defense deployment, and some...

It wasn't until it was almost sunset that the two people in the cafe got up and left. They held hands and disappeared into the city streets.

…

"Did that woman still say nothing?" asked a German wearing an SS uniform in the Gestapo headquarters.

"Yes, Mr. Captain, we used many methods, but she still didn't say anything."

"Don't just use corporal punishment. It's not very useful. If you use it too much, it will cause resistance. We need to find more things to completely defeat her." The captain frowned, "What are you doing about her recent activities?

Is there any progress in the investigation?"

"Your Excellency Captain, we have found out that she has had contact with soldiers of the Coast Guard."

"Soldiers from which army?"

"They are the troops stationed at Lindemann's Fort."

"Lindemann Battery?" The captain immediately stood up from behind his desk and began to pace quickly in the office.

"Contact the military and ask for questioning of the soldiers at Lindemann Fort. In addition, investigate this woman's activities as soon as possible!"

…

When it was time to get off work, Jean-Jacques, who worked at the Calais newspaper, left the newspaper office and walked home. His home was not far from the newspaper office. If he took a shortcut, it would only take five minutes to walk. As usual, he walked in

He walked into an alley, and through this alley was his residence. Just when he was about to reach the end of the alley, a man wearing a plaid shirt suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, his burly

His figure blocked the entire alleyway.

Jean-Jacques turned his head sharply, and he saw that behind him, there were two men walking towards him with sarcastic smiles.

"Come with us, we have something to ask you!" A man looked at him with a sad and contemptuous look, "Don't try to play tricks!" He put one hand in his coat pocket for Jacques to see.

The bulging thing in that pocket was probably a pistol. So Jean-Jacques raised his hands, and another man came up and stretched out his hand to search his clothes. He seemed to find something in Jean-Jacques' coat pocket.

, but the coat pocket was too small and the thing was too big, so he couldn't take it out with one hand. So he stretched out his other hand to help.

At this moment, Jean-Jacques suddenly turned around, took off his shirt, and wrapped the man's hands with his shirt. At the same time, a small pistol appeared in his hand. He put the pistol against

On that man's head.

"Let me go! I will let him go! Don't force me to do it..." Before Jean-Jacques could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly went dark, and then he didn't know anything at all.

The tall man was now standing behind Jean-Jacques, who was lying on the ground, and was wiping the handle of the pistol with a handkerchief. It was he who had just hit Jean-Jacques' head with the handle from behind, knocking him down.

He, the man whose carelessness almost caused him to become a hostage, had also broken free from his coat. His face was red with shame and anger, and he kicked Jean Jacques, who was unconscious on the ground, hard.

, cursed viciously: "Bah! Traitors who deserve to go to hell!".

"Don't waste time, lift him up, we'll leave right away!"

Several people lifted Jean Jacques and disappeared into the alley in a blink of an eye.

…

In the basement of an inconspicuous room in Calais, there are more than twenty people wearing U.S. military uniforms crowded together. They are currently gathering together, studying a map with the help of lights. A captain

A good-looking man is deploying a mission.

"Once the attack is launched, we first...at this position, the enemy has a machine gun. From this position, it can directly attack areas B and C, and form cross fire with a machine gun here, so when the attack starts, we

We must unplug these two points. This task will be left to Fili and Thomas!"

A short soldier touched the m1903 Springfield sniper rifle in his arms and said, "No problem!" The other man also nodded.

"Air contact depends on you, Duy. In addition, Peter, you will be Duy's deputy. If he dies, you will take over his job..."

…

"General, in fact, since there are no important military targets in the city, the German air defense force in the city is actually quite weak. According to the intelligence we have received, the total air defense force in the city only has four quadruple 20-gun guns, which are arranged in

Here, here, and here! And according to the underground organization, these artillery positions have basically not moved. But near Calais, the anti-aircraft artillery firepower is very dense. Here, and here, there are dense
Chapter completed!