On an old yacht at the Inner Harbor Pier of Edinburgh, several men in suits and ties sat around a round coffee table with faded old coffee table. Among them, the oldest was a gray-haired old man, who looked at least seventy years old, but his eyes were bright and energetic. The middle-aged man sitting on his right hand had a thick beard like a Nordic man, but his facial contour was typical of a British man.

Directly opposite the elder, Richard Moore, a senior staff officer from the General Staff of the Scottish Army, sat upright. Although he was dressed in casual clothes, his unique temperament could be distinguished from the crowd at a glance.

"Is that all?" asked the older man.

"Well, that's all!" Moore replied.

"Half is good news, half is bad news!" said the elderly.

The bearded man answered: "This is an opportunity that cannot be missed! The Prime Minister's Office is strictly guarded, and there are spies two blocks away. It is too difficult to break in!"

Moore said: "Even if he can break in, he has many ways to escape quickly. It is said that his office, bedroom, bathroom and even dining room have hidden passages, which can only take a few seconds to get him out of danger!"

"Will we contact there when we take action?" The bearded man said to the elder in a tone of inquiries.

The elder hesitated for a moment: "Contact must be made, but they cannot let them know the exact time and way of our actions, so as not to leak the news from them. What we need is their guarantee--after we arrest Barriole, who is responsible for this dispute, the battle on the front line can be stopped immediately, and then a fair, fair and open armistice negotiation will be started as soon as possible!"

"I agree very much with your point of view," Moore said. "Stop the war and ensure Scotland's independence is the basic premise of all talks!"

"I understand!" the bearded nodded.

"After that being said, how do you plan to deal with his guard?" The elder touched his chin, "Those men are the best soldiers, and they are absolutely loyal to him."

"As long as they can catch him and take him as their qualities, they will definitely not dare to act rashly. If necessary..." Moore made a move to wipe his neck.

The elder nodded. Those who participated in the arrest would rather die with him than let him leave alive. Otherwise, there would inevitably be a bloody storm in the Scottish military and political circles. What's more, the country will continue to be slaughtered in war. I don't know how many families will be broken and how many innocent lives will wither.

The "round table" on this yacht is the meeting of the supreme leaders of the Scottish secret resistance organization, the "Paladin". Unlike the Irish resistance organization, the English resistance organization and the German anti-government organization that has survived for many years, this resistance organization aimed at opposing the tyranny of the dictator Barriole was established in just a few years, and its scale was limited to a few enlightened people in the military and political circles. If Barriole had not been determined to provoke diplomatic disputes with the new United Kingdom and push this country that had finally gained independence back to the brink of destruction, the "Paladin" would not have taken such extreme actions rashly, nor would it have had such a great opportunity now.

On the combat map of the Scottish Army Staff, the three defense lines A, B and C are marked with brightly colored lines. The defense line A is located near the southern border, with Elsden Fortress and Dumfries Fortress as tactical support points. It is more than 200 kilometers long. At the beginning of the war, there were 16 divisions and several independent combat troops deployed, with a force of about 210,000, accounting for slightly more than half of the active Scottish troops; the defense line B is located south of Edinburgh and Glasgow, with the three foundation positions of Cordingham, Blaisebridge and Golston as tactical support points.

At the time of war, there were only 7 divisions, with several independent troops and militia troops stationed, with a force of about 140,000, accounting for about 30% of the active Scottish troops; Line C is located north of Edinburgh and Glasgow, with the east and west ends of Jinkading and Dunbarton respectively. The defense line is 108 kilometers long, the shortest front and shallowest depth among the three defense lines. Its function is to provide support and support for the Scottish army to defend Edinburgh and Glasgow after the loss of the two defense lines of AB. At the time of war, only one regular division and several militia troops were stationed here.

The frontline battle was in danger. After Barriole left the Army Staff, he returned to the Prime Minister's Office for about two hours. Then a whole fleet of vehicles drove out of the Prime Minister's Office and headed towards Blaisebridge, 50 kilometers away.

Upon learning the news, General Gordon, the Chief of Staff of the Army, was fighting at the desk and pressed his hand on the telephone for two minutes. Then he grabbed the microphone and was about to call General Gordon of the 1st Artillery Division.

In Scotland, Gordon is a very common surname. General Gordon of the Scottish Army General Staff, General Gordon of the Elsden Fortress, and General Gordon of the 1st Artillery Division, these three are not simply the same surname. They are cousins ​​of the Gordon family from Glasgow. Kesen Gordon, who is stationed at Fortress Elsden Fortress, is the oldest and is called "Godden the Powerful" by his colleagues because of his outstanding talents. Secondly, Bourne Gordon, who serves as the commander of the 1st Artillery Division, was called "Godden the Brave" by his colleagues because of his proficiency in artillery and brave style. The youngest one is Fletcher Gordon of the Army General Staff, who is called "Godden the Wise" because of his flexible mind and quick thinking.

"Hey, my dear brother, it's me, Fletcher!" Gordon of the General Staff of the Army said to the microphone, "Sorry, there is no news from Kayson, and the hope of survival is probably slim... Indeed, the battle is not ideal, and despair is spreading. What's worse is that our team of staff are quickly replaced by those he trusts - including those Japanese advisers... Yes, we only have the last half day, unless we break the enemy's encirclement and rescue the trapped troops... Okay, I know, this is indeed an impossible task. Now, you are the only hero who has the potential to change history... Ahem, if you remember our conversation on Wilster Street two months ago, you should understand what I mean... Yes, we have no choice, God bless Scotland!"

After the call was over, "Godden, the Wise" pressed his hand on the microphone for a long time, as if doing so would prevent the secret agreement between him and his cousin from being leaked. In fact, because he was worried that the General Staff's phone number would also be eavesdropped, he could not make it too clear to his cousin, and he could only hope that the brave cousin could make a final decision.

On the other side of the phone, "Godden the Brave" with a short goatee also stood by the phone for a long time. Finally, he walked to the window, stared out the window, clenched his hands and clenched again and again, until his adjutant knocked on the door and came in.

"General, Colonel Duer of the Line of Defense Command, just called and said that the head of state might visit the defense zone today to inspect our preparations and ask us to prepare as soon as possible."

"Godden the Brave" couldn't help but frown.

The adjutant continued: "But apart from the preset artillery and ammunition depot, we have no defense facility that is completed as planned. This is due to the shortage of materials and manpower. Moreover, we were attacked by enemy airstrikes for two consecutive days, and it took a lot of effort to evacuate and conceal the troops."

"What's the use of explanation? Can it slow down the pace of the enemy's attack?" "Godden, the brave, asked back angrily.

The adjutant was speechless.

Gordon waved his hand: "Notify all regiments to enter the highest alert level, everyone should strictly guard the defense zone, and no one should act without my orders! Also, please call Prent in for me!"

A few minutes later, a non-commissioned officer with a back and waist walked in from outside.

"Close the door!" Gordon reminded.

The burly non-commissioned officer turned around and closed the door. Gordon walked to the wine cabinet, poured two glasses of whiskey, and then signaled the strong man to sit on the sofa.

"With our current strength, this is a war without a chance of victory. If we fight with the enemy to the end, many towns will be turned into ruins. What are we fighting for? It's just a barren harbor! Does it make sense?"

The burly non-commissioned officer took the wine glass from him and shook his head innocently.

"All this was instigated by the Japanese! Those sinister and cunning yellow (skin) monkeys, they blinded someone's eyes and made him lose his due sanity." Gordon said angrily, "What must we do to save this precarious country!"

The whiskey was only half a cup, and the burly non-commissioned officer drank it in one sip: "You said, I will never be vague!"

Gordon took a sip of wine and smiled, "I'll let you go to die, so do you go?"

"Go!" the burly lieutenant replied resolutely.

"You dare even if you kidnap the head of state?" Gordon stared at him.

The burly non-commissioned officer said without hesitation: "I trust you more than anyone else! Since you have made a decision, you naturally have your reasons. You don't have to explain, and I don't need to ask more questions."

Gordon shook his head: "It seems that we both are going to be here today!"

The burly non-commissioned officer thought for a while: "The soldiers would definitely not dare to join in such a thing, and there were many guards everywhere he went, so how could we do it?"

Gordon looked at him without saying anything.

"I heard from Lieutenant Johnson a few days ago that the secret resistance organization has been in frequent recent activities. Are you also a member of this resistance organization?" asked the burly non-commissioned officer.

Gordon shook his head and said, "No, I belong to a group of lonely knights. Our mission is to protect this country so that it will not fall into the abyss of darkness."

The burly non-commissioned officer grinned: "I feel extremely honored to be the assistant of such a Justice Knight!"

Gordon raised his glass: "If he hadn't been to come today, we could have had two drinks."

"Today?" The burly non-commissioned officer widened his eyes.

"Talk the matter!" Gordon said, "If he came to our defense zone, he would definitely go to inspect the artillery basement and ammunition depot. We don't need to carry weapons. As long as we make good use of those fire safety doors, we will have the chance to separate him from the guards. In places where ammunition is piled up, they dare not forcefully blow up the door!"

The burly non-commissioned officer thought for a moment: "This is a feasible solution! It is best to be in the No. 1 ammunition depot. I know the layout there very well. There are several curves that are very suitable for starting. If we succeed... what next?"
Chapter completed!