The commandos walked out of the room one by one with engineer shovels. The bitter cold wind outside was clamped with goose feather snowflakes. They couldn't help but wrap their military coats tightly. This winter night was so cold.

"It's so late, what else do you want to do? Do you need our help?" The farm owner standing at the door yawned repeatedly.

Karen smiled and shook his head, "No need! Let's patrol nearby and bury the garbage thrown by the spy! We left more than a dozen people to protect you, so you can sleep with confidence!"

"Oh! We will cook breakfast and wait for you to come back!" The old man said, and turned around and walked into the house. If he knew that these people were going to bury a large amount of gold, he would be so surprised that he would not be able to sleep all night, but in that case, these commandos would probably kill and silence them.

"What a group of cute British people! Poor no one loves them!" Karen muttered in a low voice. He decided not to leave a few gold bricks for the family. Gold brought not wealth, but endless trouble. Those who get gold naturally will be investigated by the British government, and people will also interact with each other. No matter how large the scale is, the chaos among the people in this area and the panic of the people will definitely be inevitable. Of course, this is what the commando hopes to see. However, they still have to bury most of the gold, and the grove behind the farm is a good choice.

"It seems that the snow can't stop for a while, just covering up the traces left by our convoy!" Captain Bald was walking in front of the team with a flashlight in his hand. The beam was filled with white snowflakes moving rapidly, and a few meters away was dark. During the time they were having dinner, the snow on the ground increased a lot, and now it was almost over the feet.

"The soil on the ground must be very frozen hard now. I'm afraid we need to work hard to dig a hole!" Helim, who was following Captain Bathing, said with some concern. The action of burying gold can be completed before dawn, leaving them with more than three hours. It is a difficult task to dig out several large pits and bury one and a half tons of gold, and the premise is that the British army has not tracked it down here yet.

When everyone came to the back of the granary, several commandos who were alert there were stomping their feet, their hands covering their frozen red ears, and the cattle and horses that were pulling the cart looked so cold.

"Second Lieutenant, let the soldiers on duty change their posts in one hour! It's so cold outside!" Captain Bath suggested that these poor sentries had been standing here for more than an hour.

"Okay! Corporal, take your men back to the house first for some hot soup!" Helim asked the commandos to replace them and asked another small team to take over the other posts deployed around the farm.

The canvas on the cars and cows containing gold have accumulated a thick layer of white snow. In this place without light, the huge gold bricks look not much different from ordinary bricks.

"Drive the car to the woods!"

After Karen's order was issued, the engines of the two cars started hard, and the cattle and horses also pulled the cart and walked towards the woods step by step.

"I think those British people must have turned blue when they arrived at the vault! I don't know how Sigate and Tobias are doing. Now they should be burning in a warm house!" Hiding next to the car, Helim finally felt that the wind was not so strong, but the cold outside was still forcing.

In fact, he was only half right. The British commander did almost suffer from vitiligo due to the tragic situation of the "Royal No. 11 Vault". After Sigt, Tobias and others broke out from the battle in several ways, no commandos fell into the hands of the British. However, in order to avoid the British pursuit, Tobias's troops entered a remote forest area. On this snowy winter night, they were trembling with cold under several big trees.

"Second Lieutenant! The British behind seem to be gone. Are we looking for a place to make a fire?" The commando's lips were already frozen purple, and this way made people very worried.

Tobias looked at the dozen commandos huddled under the big tree and rested, and felt very uneasy. If he hadn't insisted on dragging the back and covering, these soldiers wouldn't have had to follow him and retreat all night.

"Damn British people, they are so anxious to chase us! But as long as Sigt and Karen retreat smoothly, it is worth it for us to do this! Everyone cheer up and we will be safe through this woods!"

Tobias tried his best to inspire these exhausted and hungry soldiers. Facing the rows of British pursuers, it was difficult for them to escape here. Trying to stay away from the pursuers was the best strategy. The only thing that made Tobias feel lucky was that he was not seriously injured.

Bang...

A crisp gunshot suddenly sounded not far away, and the snow on many branches was shaken down, and the echoes came from the leaves-free forest.

"Damn it! It must be the guard post that discovered the British!" A sergeant cursed angrily, and now they were about to leave even if they couldn't move.

"Do it! The British are really persevering!"

Tobias didn't know which British army was behind, but even in this bad weather, they did not give up the pursuit. For the German commandos, the British pursuers behind were simply a group of vicious hunters. In the previous battles, they had never encountered such persistent pursuits from the British army. Several times Tobias seemed to find a place to block the pursuers, but when he thought of seeing the crowded pursuers during the day, he gave up this plan, which would only put his troops in a deeper dilemma, and these commandos were basically only a dozen bullets left on them.

If the snow was getting heavier, Tobias even wanted his soldiers to hide under the snow to avoid the pursuers. But now, he and his soldiers could only continue to stagger forward, and the pursuit and the pursuer were more like a marathon competing for endurance.

"I really want to know how those British people caught up!" The two commandos walking at the end were talking in a low voice while sweeping the footprints left on the ground with branches. It was snowing and dark, so they really didn't understand what those British people were tracking.

After a while, the crisp gunshot of the Lee Enfield rifle came from the rear of the commando, but it was still just a few lonely sounds, and after that there was endless wind.

Tobias felt his breathing heavier and heavier, his legs were filled with lead, and walking in the snow was even more exhausting. The team was moving slowly compared to the daytime. Fortunately, the speed of the pursuers seemed to be much slower.

At the place where the commandos had just rested, a group of black shadows stopped and searched for something.

"They stayed here about 5 minutes ago!" a dark shadow squatting on the ground whispered.

The other one sniffed carefully with his nose, "There is a faint smell of fire in the air, and their last shot was completed here!"

"They are the most cunning foxes we have ever seen, but we will definitely be able to capture them!" The speaker was like the leader of this group of people. "Everyone rest for two minutes, Ji Wen, take two people to the front to watch!"

After the three black shadows quickly left, the remaining dozens of black shadows sat down at the place where the Germans had sat before. These people were wearing wide cloaks, which also made them much smaller than the Germans' attacks by the severe cold.

"When the prey is exhausted, the ability to resist is the weakest! The shrewd hunter will always choose the opponent to attack when he is the weakest!" The leader wrapped his cloak tightly on his body and leaned against a big tree to enjoy a moment of rest. This group of people is not regular soldiers, they are group of hunters, but their targets are not ordinary beasts, but those cunning gangsters.

The wind and snow did not mean to stop on the Atlantic Ocean. The huge body of the warships was still as stable as Mount Tai in the waves, and the flags on the masts were lined up in the strong wind.

"General, a telegram was sent from the Admiralty Department. At 6 pm today, the British fleet stopped about 200 nautical miles from the east coast of the United States due to intercepting by the US patrol fleet. According to the intelligence we obtained, in order to prevent the Japanese fleet, the US Navy has detained more than half of the warships from the British fleet. However, the remaining British warships have not left yet. So far, Britain and the United States are still in emergency consultations on the "Hill" incident!"

In the captain's room of the "Election Emperor", the officer on duty handed over the emergency telegram to Lieutenant General Hippel, who was sitting on the bed and was still sleepy and sluggish. Although he was woken up in his sleep, Hippel did not have any atmosphere. In his opinion, as long as the officer on duty considered an emergency military situation important, he should convey it immediately even if he was sleeping.

Hippel picked up the watch next to his pillow, "Then we expect the encounter with the British fleet will be delayed by at least 10 hours! In this way, the battle is likely to start on Christmas Day!"

The officer on duty stood by silently, and he did not express any opinion.

“Is it still snowing?”

"Yes, it's a big drop!"

"Okay! Order other officers on duty to be alert! I hope this snow can stop before Christmas, otherwise our reconnaissance plane will be difficult to take off!" Hippel looked at the porthole with some concern, and it was pitch black outside.

"Yes! I'm sorry to disturb you for rest! I wish you a good night's sleep!" After saying that, the officer on duty saluted and left.

What troubled the heavy snow was not only the Hippel raid fleet, which was preparing to fight with the British special fleet. It was located in the German Front Command in Calais, France. The lights were also on all night, and the strong smell of coffee filled the entire room. The generals surrounded a large 4*4-meter sand table, which contained the miniature British islands. Every time they saw this sand table, many generals had the urge to step on, but as the scheduled time to land in England became closer, their wish would soon come true.

"If this heavy snow continues, our login will have to be postponed! I personally feel that it is more appropriate to launch an offensive after spring!" Hindenburg's opinion represents cautious and stable people. They believe that the login has not been prepared so far, so these generals hope that it is best to postpone the attack for several weeks.

"The British have already reserved a lot of food. If we fight with them, we will not be able to gain any advantage. The commando can bring some chaos and panic to the British, but the effect is limited after all! In order to maintain a huge wartime army, the country will consume amazing funds and resources every day! If there are a few weeks, the situation between the United States and Japan is difficult to predict, and we cannot pin our hopes on the Japanese. Perhaps it will not take long before the Americans will increase their aid to Britain!" The fragrant bitter coffee is very fond of Chen Tian, ​​and even at dawn, he is still in good spirits. Since it is only a few dozen hours before the scheduled attack date, they now have to discuss whether to attack on time overnight.

Falkenhein silently stared at the yellow and green British islands in the sand table. Now it should have mostly turned white. When the emperor issued the order to "sink France in January and attack Britain in one and a half months", it seemed that the weather was also a very important factor. However, if we insist on attacking, the cold would not become a barrier for the British. For the army of both the offensive and defensive sides, everyone was fighting in heavy snow and low temperatures. Only when we landed in the stalls, the cold sea water would bring more trouble to the attackers.

"Americans and Japanese are not good people!"

Although what veteran Cluke said is not very direct to today's issue, the United States and Japan play an important role in Germany's future path. At present, only these two non-aligned military powers have not lost their vitality in the war. For Cluke, who is 68 years old, the Battle of Britain will probably be the last battle in his life. He and General Bilo of the Second Army have decided to disband after the war is over. That sentence also represents Cluke's personal hint of Germany's future. The battle between Germany and the United States and Japan may be inevitable in the future.

"Will our tanks and armored vehicles fail to start because of the cold?" Falkenhein asked with concern, and everyone also turned their attention to Chentian. The landing without tanks and armored vehicles was worrying.

"At least the winter in Britain is not that cold yet!"

Chen Tian's answer made everyone feel at ease. The poor Russians often encounter situations where they cannot start cars in winter, but the number of cars in Russia is the smallest among all the powerful countries participating in the war. Tanks and armored vehicles have experienced several winters in East Prussia, so Chen Tian is still more at ease with their performance.

"If it snows heavily on the 27th, I would suggest that His Majesty the Emperor postpone the attack! I don't want to see my soldiers jump into the cold sea water in the wind and snow to land, which will only unnecessary increase our non-combat casualties! But no matter what, it is better for the soldiers to prepare for anti-freezing. I suggest that each of the soldiers who log in will bring an extra blanket!"

After saying that, Chen Tian's eyes returned to the sand table, to the place where he might have ruined him and 200,000 German soldiers, but this time he will make history there, and the German Empire's army will land on the British land for the first time from there, which will be a great and epoch-making thing.

"Okay, let's decide like this! There is a severe cold in winter, a rainy season in spring, and a hot summer. Germany cannot wait until next autumn to launch an attack! If the wind and snow stop before midnight on the 26th, we will launch an attack as planned!" Falkenhein made the final decision. The winter in Britain is far less terrifying than the cold winter on the vast land of Russia, and the German army will not become the French army leading Napoleon to invade Russia.

When the sky was getting brighter, the wind and snow still did not stop. Chen Tian stretched his comfortable and lazy towards the white world outside the window. Although the snow scenery on the French coast was beautiful, the United Kingdom covered with snow was the one he was most interested in.

On the other side of the strait, Tobias and his commandos could no longer walk, and just as they didn't even have the strength to breathe, the group of people in white cloaks finally appeared in front of them.

The leading guy pulled out his revolver with a handsome look, "Don't move, we are the Royal Special Police Force of the United Kingdom, you have been arrested!"

Tobias barely looked up at the man. He felt that he was really unlucky now. However, this was too late for the British. The commando's mission had been basically completed, and the rest was to wait for the main force to land in Britain. More importantly, each task of the commando was completed under the arrangement and leadership of the "British Lurkers". Ordinary commando players, including Tobias, did not know the whereabouts of others, nor did they know where Karen and others would bury the gold. It was impossible to rely on these commandoes to destroy the organization of the "British Lurkers".

After dawn, the scenery of wind and snow on the vast sea was even more spectacular. Looking into the distance in the snow, Hippel looked straight at his navy cap with a short brim. His erected collar could not stop the cold coming in. The Imperial Lieutenant General stood silently on the bridge to the west. In that direction, the British special fleet led by Churchill was preparing to set sail again.

"Mr. Churchill, I wish you and your fleet good luck!" Before getting off the ship, Lieutenant General Conway sent his blessings to Churchill without a smile.

After overnight consultation, the US government successfully forced the British government to make huge concessions. In addition to apologizing to the extremely families of the victims and their families, the British government also had to pay a total of up to $10 million in compensation to the families of the 21 victims. Despite this, many American civilians protested and demonstrated in front of the White House, demanding that the government punish the murderer and cut off arms deals with the British government. "Stay away from war" has become the Christmas slogan for many Americans.

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