My own war game

Chapter 274 Calais?

A large building in the north of Paris, France.

The high walls were covered with barbed wire and electric fences. Guards were constantly patrolling with wolfhounds. The searchlights on the top made the surrounding streets as bright as day. There were at least a dozen visible sentries and an unknown number of hidden sentries on guard.

In the deepest part of the building, Captain Manya walked gracefully through the layers of guards carrying a plate of food. Her charming curves wrapped in the uniform attracted the attention of the soldiers on both sides, but they quickly retracted their gazes.

Codenamed "Nepenthe", she is definitely someone who should not be provoked. Her cruelty is not only directed at her enemies. There was once a colonel who wanted to possess her, but he was finally found dead naked in his bed.

Although Mannia had perfect evidence to prove that she was not at the scene, her expression at the time clearly said, "I did it, what can you do to me, idiots!"

The guards on both sides stood at attention and saluted, then opened the closed door, and the female captain walked into a small windowless room.

Christine Sinnier was sitting on a chair and flipping through a book. The female intelligence officer was elegant and calm at the moment, without any panic or distress after being arrested.

"Ma'am, please eat your meal." Mannia pushed the plate over without using a rude attitude.

Christine looked at the food on the plate. They were all soft and glutinous foods. The meat had been boned and even the spoon was made of cardboard.

Kristen simply scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes, put it in her mouth to taste it, and then looked at the female captain in front of her, "Are there any added ingredients?"

"A little medicine to help you sleep and weaken your limbs. You must be familiar with this, right? After all, you used it on my teacher more than 20 years ago." Mannia said in a joking tone.

Christine tilted her head, revealing a thoughtful look, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, so you are that guy's student. I guess he has already held a very high position, right?"

"Thanks to you and 007, his body no longer allows him to sit on the front line and command, but that's why he needs me, so in a way I should thank you." At this time, emotions began to flow on Mannia's beautiful face, becoming lively, and even a little shyly flushed.

Then Mannia looked at Christine who was calmly eating her simple meal, and did not see any fear in her eyes, so she asked in a deep voice, "Aren't you curious? For example, why were we discovered?"

Christine smiled and crossed her long legs. "I'm really sorry if I didn't satisfy your desire to talk. Can you tell me?"

"You!" Mania's emotions began to fluctuate. She now felt like a kitten baring its teeth and claws trying to show off itself.

The other party did have this confidence, and strictly speaking, she did not lose to herself and the teacher.

The action that day had been discovered in advance by the woman on the opposite side. She could have slipped away earlier, but this woman deliberately delayed time, allowing about 800 French guerrillas to escape the encirclement. It can be said that this was her own choice.

Calm down! If you lose your composure at this time, you will disappoint the teacher, Mannia warned herself, and then tried to stir up the other party's emotions again with words.

"You know what? Originally we had no way of tracking down your whereabouts, but Mr. Phillips, your ex-fiancé, provided key information to my teacher. It was he who suggested that we search near that villa."

"It's pretty much what I thought. After all, the person who hates you the most may be the one who knows you best. I just don't know if he is in the mood to come here now. Maybe he is in a constant state of panic." Christine seemed to be calm when she talked about that person.

Then Christine looked at the beautiful Mannia in front of her and said, "You seem to be willing to put yourself and your teacher together, and you like to use the word "we". Is your teacher very special to you?" The German female captain began to waver on her face. Christine seized the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot and stepped forward to finish her off. "More than special? Do you like him? Like a person whose body is crippled and can no longer appear in the sun?"

boom! ! !
The dinner plate was slapped away, and food residues flew everywhere. The female captain pulled out the Luger pistol from her waist and pointed it at Christine.

"I don't allow you to say that about him!!!" Mannia screamed in a changed tone.

The guards outside rushed in to check the situation, but Mania shouted "Get out!"

Hu~Hu~Hu~With continuous deep breathing, the female Gestapo slowly calmed down.

"You are worthy of being the Rose of France. Just two words from you made me want to kill you." Mannia said in a deep voice.

"You're very good. I was much more immature when I was your age." Christine did not respond aggressively but instead praised the other party.

"I won't kill you. My teacher will be here in a few days and he wants to catch up with you." Mannia stood up as if she was going to end today's topic.

"Okay, I'll wait for him." At this time, Christine seemed to suddenly remember something, and seemed to subconsciously say, "Come to think of it, I'm actually quite curious about where this is. I'm a native of Paris, and I've never seen such a place in the north of the city."

"You want to trick me?" The female Gestapo turned around and said, "It doesn't matter if I tell you, but it's too boring to just say it. Why don't we make a bet? If you win, I'll tell you where this place is."

Mania pulled out two playing cards from her pocket. "The Allied forces are about to land. Why don't we bet on where the landing will take place?"

"Normandy? Or Calais? Pick one."
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Normandy or Calais?
This issue was also repeatedly mentioned in the communications of the German Western Front Command, and General Gerd von Rundstedt and Rommel, commander of Army Group B, remained divided until the last moment.

This disagreement was not meaningless. Although the German army had already decided to deploy the key defense direction in Calais, the two men still had armored divisions for mobility. If these reaction forces could be deployed correctly, they could inflict heavy casualties on the unstable Allied forces at the fastest speed. Otherwise, it would be disastrous.

"The Allies will still land in Normandy. I believe in my judgment!" Rommel repeatedly emphasized on the phone.

"I need solid evidence, not groundless judgment. The Allied forces' actions in Calais have obviously become more frequent in recent days!" Rundstedt said on the phone.

Evidence, weather, the latest movements of the Allies, even the slightest change could affect the judgment of the two people.

At this time, a message from a land-based radar station broke the dispute.

"A white plane flew eastward across the English Channel. The observer who intercepted the plane reported that it was the White Knight, the plane driven by the British King and Princess, and the estimated direction was..."

"Calais"

(End of this chapter)