Chapter 282 Fireworks over Paris
In the cell, a special conversation was taking place.
"Ms. Christine, can you tell me how many guerrillas there are in Paris now?" Metzel whispered.
"I'm just a woman. You're asking the wrong person about this kind of thing." Kristen's expression remained unchanged, and she picked up a piece of salad with her fork and put it into her delicate mouth.
"You are too humble. Even I didn't expect that you would grow up so fast. You could be among the top five targets of the SS in Free France." There was no trace of regret in Metzel's tone. Praising, but then he suddenly changed the topic, "Isn't today the day they planned to revolt?"
The female intelligence officer's hand paused, and the sliced tenderloin fell onto the dinner plate again, and then she forked it again calmly.
Kristen felt that all the nerves in her body were tense.
Leaked? The time of the uprising is something only the guerrilla leader and a few senior officials know. Has anyone else been captured or defected?
Impossible, everyone knows that the Germans are about to be finished, how could it be possible... Christine thought of some possibility and raised her head suddenly.
Metzel's patchy face showed a look of understanding, "It seems to be true, my guess is quite accurate."
Damn it, I fell into a trap! This guy is basically scamming me! Kristen thought angrily.
"Please don't be depressed. You and I are both engaged in intelligence science. We should know that a lot of information can be inferred from clues. The abnormal activities of these guerrillas during this period have left me enough clues. , This is not your responsibility." Metzer did not feel proud, but came to comfort the other party.
Kristen chose to be silent for a moment, then slowly raised her head, "Because of this, you didn't let them send me to Berlin, but locked me up here?"
"Almost, Cough cough cough~~" Metzer covered his mouth again with a handkerchief and coughed a few times. He continued, "I didn't deliberately block the news about your detention point. Probably the leaders of these guerrillas already know it. I think if they choose to take action tonight, this place will definitely be an important target."
" Did you set a trap?”
"Absolutely." Metzel nodded. "This is a weapons testing base built under the instruction of Marshal Göring. It is a testing ground specially used to test heavy equipment. Whether it is a thick cement exterior wall or various bunkers, it is all here." As the best place for defense.”
“Ahem~~According to my estimation. , there are about 5,000 to 10,000 guerrillas near Paris, and there are no more than 2,000 lurkers in the city. Attacking this kind of fortress with only light weapons, cough cough cough~~"
Violent Metzel's coughing interrupted him again, but a smile showed on his face that he had everything under control.
"You won't succeed. I sent a message before I was arrested. No guerrillas are allowed to rescue me." Kristen counterattacked, but her expression was already shaken.
"If this is the case, Ms. Christine, don't you feel that this is a national tragedy? You have dedicated so much to your motherland, but those men dare not rush to save you, let A woman is standing in front..." Metzer actually had some sympathy in his eyes at this time.
"Isn't it the same for you? You became like this for the sake of your Third Reich, but you were treated as an outcast and left here." Christine also grabbed the other person's sore leg.
Teng! Maniya on the side couldn't stand the teacher being repeatedly provoked. She stood up and wanted to teach the teacher a lesson, but was stopped.
"Yes~" Metzel not only was not angry, but showed an expression of approval, "We are all a bunch of pitiful guys."
Then the one-eyed colonel stood up and said, "Allied forces We have landed from the west. Due to your special status, if nothing happens tonight, we will execute you tomorrow."
Metzer nodded slightly and said, "This is the last time you and I will be together. It’s time for dinner, please excuse me.”
The colonel symbolically picked up a piece of crispy pork knuckle and put it into his mouth, then turned and left.
But when he reached the gate, his footsteps stopped. With a suspicious expression on his face, Metzer turned around and roughly grabbed a piece of roasted pork knuckle on the plate and chewed it.
The familiar smell awakened long-standing memories in his mind, and the colonel's expression gradually became serious.
At the same time, hundreds of figures gathered together on the outskirts of Paris, holding different styles of light weapons and wearing identification accessories on their waists.
These were members of the French guerrillas.
"If a battle breaks out, where will we attack?" someone asked.
"Telephone exchanges, city halls, train stations, food warehouses, wherever the defense in these places is lax, we will attack." The leader replied.
“But Ms. Christine is still being held in the north of the city.”
“Mason, this is not something you should consider.”
"Frank, the time is coming, can we go up?" the person next to him urged.
"There is no movement yet, which means that others are also observing. Let's wait." The guerrilla captain named Frank couldn't make up his mind for a while, still hesitating in place.
The night is deep in the distance, and the suburbs of Paris are unusually quiet. Even the insects of the past can no longer be heard.
"Do you want to start it..." The man's hand holding the gun began to sweat.
Boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
An earth-shattering explosion sounded in the north of the city, and the flames soaring into the sky could be seen several kilometers away.
Someone is taking action! This thought flashed through his mind, making the guerrilla leader determined. He raised his gun high and said, "For free France! Charge!!!!"
"For free France! Charge. ! ! !” The men took up their guns and charged.
Bang! ! ! Bang! ! ! ! Bang! ! ! ! ! ! !
Gunshots rang out in the directions of different cities, and shouts came from all four directions.
The urban uprising in Paris has begun! !
Boom! ! ! ! boom! ! ! ! boom! ! ! ! !
One after another explosions sounded in the building complex. Metzer was helped to the safe house. Looking outside through the window, a round object was shot into the sky and fell heavily to the ground. ——That is a cement manhole cover weighing hundreds of kilograms.
"What happened?! Where did the enemy come from?!" This was the question that flashed through the minds of all the Germans at the scene.
"Ahem! It's down there. They planted bombs in the sewers. The sewer maintenance workers a few days ago were saboteurs pretending to be saboteurs! Let everyone stay away from the sewers!" The thick smoke and dust made Metzel My throat was extremely uncomfortable, and at the same time there was a pinprick-like feeling in my temples.
boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
A more violent explosion sounded, and the accumulated marsh gas below was detonated. Filthy things mixed with various fragments fell from the sky, causing the German troops below to panic.
At this time, the attention of the guards in the bunker in front of the gate was completely attracted by the explosion behind them. They did not realize that in the dark night, several things that looked like mini tanks were charging at high speed loaded with smoking explosive packets. to them.
(End of this chapter)