My own war game

Chapter 277 Paris Liaison Station

June 1944, 6, at the border between the Netherlands and Belgium, a checkpoint leading to the Antwerp area.

The sentry looked at the document in his hand again and again, and then observed the car. "Sir, please wait a moment. We need to confirm your pass."

"Please go ahead. If possible, please go as fast as possible. I'm in a hurry." Phillips in the car greeted the sentry politely.

Inside the checkpoint, the lieutenant on duty looked at the pass in his hand, put down the phone, and reported to the major beside him, "Sir, I have confirmed with Paris that there is indeed a Brigadier General Leon Phillips who is out recently, but..."

"But?" The major looked at the lieutenant.

"However, the reason they left was just a simple defense inspection. They had no plans to go to Ampwitt, and the pass should also be fake." The lieutenant reported.

"I see. These spineless guys are scared again and want to run away now." The major looked at the car outside the window sarcastically.

"What should we do now? Arrest them?" the lieutenant asked.

"No, not yet." The major waved his hand. "He is of a high rank. If there is no sufficient evidence, it will cause trouble."

"Besides, the headquarters just said that we should be careful about the methods we use when monitoring these guys. After all, we don't want the incident in Romania to happen again. We still need them now."

The major thought for a moment and said, "Just tell them there is a military operation ahead and that they are forbidden to pass through. Let them go back and send two people to follow them and send them back to France."

“Will they believe it?”

"Of course not. Just let them know they can't run away."

"Okay, sir, do you have anything else to say?" the lieutenant continued to ask.

"Call the first few outposts and tell them to keep an eye on the guys in the car and don't let them get away again."

"Yes, I'll do it right away!" The lieutenant saluted and trotted away.

A few minutes later, after some debate, the people in the car had to "reluctantly" return to France. A five-man German team accompanied them throughout the journey and escorted them into the country through layers of checkpoints.

The checkpoints that were supposed to strictly check vehicles would let all vehicles pass after receiving the call, and the guards passing by would even whisper, "See, another person who wanted to escape was caught."

The Volvo sedan arrived safely at the suburbs of Paris. The German soldiers in charge of surveillance saluted and returned without saying a word.

"He, your idea is really good. These idiots actually sent us directly here." said Benjamin, who was disguised as a driver.

"Pay attention to your address. You should call me sir at this time." He Chi, who had already changed into a Phillips jacket, corrected.

"Okay, sir, where do we go next?"

"Of course we should find a place to hide first." He Chi looked at the people in the back row and asked, "By the way, are you used to eating Japanese food?"
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In an alley beside the Seine River in the main city of Paris, a young woman in a brown windbreaker hurried into the dark alley holding a roll of things, looking around nervously as she walked.

At this point in 1944, the German army's supplies were already very tight, and most of the food was concentrated in the army. The rations available to Parisian citizens were already very limited, especially children, who might get even less food, and most of them were at risk of malnutrition.

With no other options, the mother turned to the black market.

She had just taken a few steps when several malicious people in dirty shirts appeared behind her. They followed the woman slowly, as if they were choosing the right time.

The vigilant woman began to quicken her pace, and the person behind her also quickened her pace to catch up, and the distance between the two sides kept shortening.

Click~click~click~
In the quiet street, the sound of footsteps behind her made the woman panic, so she simply hugged the things in her arms and ran forward.

The guy behind him finally couldn't hold back any longer and started running too. Someone was still shouting "Stop!" from behind.

The woman's stamina was not very good. She started panting heavily after running a few steps. The footsteps behind her forced her to continue walking. If she was caught here, it would not be as simple as being robbed.

Finally, the woman came to a closed shop. In panic, the things in her hands fell to the ground. She knocked on the closed door with all her strength, and shouted in panic.
"Open the door! I'm here to exchange something!"

"Open the door! Please!"

The gangster behind had already turned the corner, and at this moment the door opposite opened.

A short Asian man appeared in front of the woman, picked up the fur that had fallen on the ground and blew it carefully.

"Gentlemen, are you going to use force here?" The short man in wooden clogs put his hands into his sleeves and spoke in French with a strange accent, targeting those who were holding wooden sticks.

The gangsters looked at each other, then looked at the thin body of the little man, and then everyone began to move forward slowly.

Someone pulled out a wrench from his waist.

Seeing this group of guys who obviously had bad intentions, the short boss did not panic, but clapped his hands gently. Three ronin in samurai costumes ran out of the store, lined up in a row and showed their shining samurai swords.

Japanese? ! !
Several gangsters stopped. Although the Germans were not doing well, they were still the actual occupiers of Paris. The Japanese were the Germans' allies and their status here was obviously much higher. Besides...

After seeing the genuine long knife, the criminals finally chose to escape.

Only then did the woman stand up with lingering fear.

"Sir, please come in. Our store will ensure the safety of every guest." The short Japanese man bowed slightly, helped the woman up with a friendly face and let him into the house.

The woman walked in tremblingly, and someone handed her a cup of barley tea. She held the cup and her emotions gradually calmed down. Then she put everything in her arms on the table.

A fox-skin scarf, some lambskin gloves, and an old sweater.

"Boss, look at these things..." Perhaps because she was afraid of being rejected, the woman's tone was full of uneasiness.

The short Japanese man picked up the things on the table and looked at them carefully. After about 5 minutes, he sat up straight and nodded slightly, "Our store can recycle these things."

The woman let out a long sigh, then said, "I, I want to change some milk."

The boss nodded, tapped on the partition and said, "Bring some milk to the lady, quickly."

"Hayi!" A voice came from behind the door. After a while, someone walked into the room with a tray, put down the things, and closed the door again.

Four 500ml bottles of milk were placed on the table.

The woman saw the milk on the table and was delighted at first, but then she immediately looked worried and asked, "Is this all you can change?"

"I'm very sorry," the kneeling Japanese boss bowed again and continued, "Supplies are very tight right now, and the price of milk is rising every day. This is really all I can exchange for."

The woman looked at the milk on the table, thought about her children at home, gritted her teeth, took off the ring on her hand, and handed it to the boss.

The Japanese boss took the ring in his hand and played with it for a while, but was not in a hurry to accept it.

He thought for a while and said, "Madam, this seems to be a wedding ring. This kind of thing full of memories cannot be purchased by our store."

"Please help me, even if it's just a little cheaper." The woman suddenly became anxious.

The boss shook his head and pushed the ring back, smiling slightly and said, "Madam, I have another form of transaction here. I wonder if you are interested in it?"

(End of this chapter)