My own war game

Chapter 276 Courage
On the border between Belgium and the Netherlands, an old Volvo PV444 was driving on a muddy country road. Due to the splashing mud and water, the driver had to frequently use the wipers to scrape off the mud on the windshield.

This popular car produced in Sweden has average performance and its off-road capability is far inferior to that of the French Citroen Traction Avant and Peugeot 402. Its only advantage is that it is not ostentatious and is not likely to attract other people's attention.

The car windows were blocked. A man in his forties in casual clothes was sitting in the back, observing the situation outside through the gap between the curtain and the window. Next to him, a young woman was huddled aside holding her baby.

"Hasn't arrived yet?" the man frowned and asked the driver in front.

"Sir, this is a bit strange. According to the road signs just now, we should have been on the main road a long time ago, but..." The driver in front was also a little panicked. He kept looking out through the glass window trying to find a suitable road.

If it were any other day, the man in the car would have been furious, but now he suppressed his anger and comforted the driver, "Don't worry, we have entered the Netherlands. We can leave as long as we find a port. We will take you with us."

"Don't worry, I have business outside. You will have a good life if you help me manage it in the future." The man behind painted a bright future for the only subordinate in front.

"Yes, sir, I'll listen to you." said the driver gratefully.

squeak!!!!

The sound of emergency brakes was heard, and the people in the back of the car leaned forward involuntarily. The child in the young woman's arms burst into tears.

It turned out that when we turned a corner at the foot of a mountain, a roadblock appeared in front of the car.

"What's going on? Didn't we just pass a checkpoint?" The man was full of doubts, but when he touched the special pass in his arms, he felt a little relieved.

It was a very small roadblock, with only three German soldiers on duty, led by an SS sergeant.

In the past, even a man who had met the mustache several times would not care about such a small character, and would not even bother to talk to him. But today, he carefully straightened his clothes and said in a calm tone, "Mr. Sergeant, this is the car of the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs. We have urgent business to go to Rotterdam."

"Everyone must be checked! We have received a tip-off that there are Allied spies disguised as French diplomats carrying out sabotage activities!" The sergeant shouted with a dark face, "Show your ID! Let everyone in the car get off!"

"Sergeant, this doesn't seem to be in compliance with regulations..." The man was halfway through his words when the man opposite him raised his submachine gun.

As a last resort, the man asked everyone to get off the car. When the woman holding the child came down, the sergeant showed a mocking look on his face, "Sir, is your secretary still carrying a baby while working?"

"Here...please help me." The man reached into his arms, took out his wallet, took out a handful of bills and stuffed them into the other party.

The sergeant looked at the banknotes in his hand and said in a mocking tone, "Francs? In a few months, this thing will be worthless."

"Um... I understand. Please be merciful and I'll do my best." The man rummaged through his pockets and took out a roll of German marks and stuffed it over.

The sergeant remained unmoved and seemed still dissatisfied.

At the critical moment, the young woman behind stood up and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Dear, I still have..."

The woman pulled out two U.S. dollar bills from the baby's blanket, then took off her own earrings and handed them to the sergeant.

At this moment, the other party finally showed a satisfied expression.

"It looks like important official business. Let him go!" The SS sergeant was still rubbing the bills in his hands while speaking.

Then he added, "The road here is not easy to walk on, let us give you a ride."

Then the sergeant waved his hand and two motorcycles came into view.

Although he was blackmailed for a large sum of money, at least he could leave here. The man kept telling himself to be patient. As long as he could leave here, any price he paid was acceptable.

Motorcycles were leading the way on both sides, and the Volvo PV444 was following behind, throwing yellow mud. The man in the car kept observing the surroundings.

It seemed to be getting more and more remote, and the road was getting narrower and narrower. What was going on? Boom! Two large trees fell down in front and behind, and more people came out from the forest on both sides, each holding a weapon.

"Please don't be violent! We are just ordinary government employees. The luggage is in the car. Just take whatever you want." At this moment, the man thought he had met some robbers.

The SS sergeant came out and said in French, "Let's stop pretending, Mr. Leon Phillips. We haven't seen each other since World War I. It's an accident that we meet here."

Then an oriental face appeared in front of the man. It was Mr. Phillips' nightmare that he had never escaped for more than 20 years.

A few hours later, the Volvo sedan showed up at the secluded estate, and Phillips and his entourage were locked in a barn. The former first assistant to the Vichy French president no longer had any of his former spirit and did not utter a word during the entire process.

"Where are the women and children?" He Chi asked.

"They are locked up in a separate house. Miss Tanya is with them." The guerrilla leader Rodman said, "The man looks so lost and doesn't respond to any questions. Do you have any suggestions?"

"We have limited time, so we need to try to get him to speak." He Chi just said this.

Rodman nodded silently and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute," He Chi called out to the other party, "If you're going to resort to violence, don't do it in front of women and children."

"Yes, I know."

Snapped! ! !
A crisp sound broke the silence of the manor, and it became noisy outside.

People rushed out of the yard and found that the woman was holding the baby in one hand and holding a table knife against Tanya's back with the other hand.

"Let my husband go! Let us go!" The woman shouted with all her might, but her hand holding the knife kept shaking, and it was obvious that she was still very scared.

Everyone, including Jima, could see that the woman was a complete amateur and that this amateur move would not pose any threat to Tanya in front of her, so no one took any action and instead watched how the situation developed.

"Let us leave! Otherwise I will stab you!" the woman continued to shout, her voice sounding like a she-wolf cornered.

At this time, an accident happened again. The baby in the woman's arms probably felt the mother's emotions and started crying loudly.

The woman was suddenly at a loss as to what to do. She seemed to want to comfort her child but had no good idea.

At this time, Tanya slowly turned around, raised her little hand and exerted gentle force in the woman's surprised eyes.

Bang! The woman's knife fell to the ground.

Then Tanya actually took the crying baby from the other person's arms, and then she put one hand into her arms.

The woman's expression became horrified, she trembled and begged, "Please, don't..."

As everyone watched, Tanya stretched out her hand...covered with snow-white frosting.

The baby sucked the girl's fingers and gradually calmed down, then fell asleep to the unknown song sung by Tanya.

Bang! The woman lost all her strength and fell to her knees.

"What a lucky guy." He Chi looked at the listless Phillips and said to himself

"Why are the women around this kind of bastard so courageous every time they appear?"

(End of this chapter)