My own war game

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?" Metzer whispered.

"I'm just a woman. You're asking the wrong person about this kind of thing." Christine remained calm and picked up a piece of salad with a fork and put it into her delicate mouth.

"You are too modest. Even I didn't expect you to grow so fast. You can be ranked in the top five of the SS's targets for the Free French." There was no flattery in Metzer's tone, but he suddenly changed the subject, "Today is the day they originally planned to revolt, right?"

The female intelligence officer paused, and a piece of cut tenderloin fell back onto the plate, then she picked it up again without making a sound.

Christine felt all the nerves in her body tense up.

Leaked? The time of the uprising was known only to the guerrilla leader and a few high-ranking officials. Were there others who were captured or defected?

It's impossible. Everyone knows that the Germans are about to be defeated. How could this be... Christine thought of a possibility and looked up suddenly.

Metzer's patched face showed a look of understanding. "It seems to be true. My guess is correct."

Damn it, I fell into a trap! This guy is simply trying to trick me! Kristen thought angrily.

"Please don't be discouraged. You and I are both intelligence scientists. We should know that a lot of information can be inferred from clues. The abnormal activities of these guerrillas in recent times have left me enough clues. This is not your responsibility." Metzer did not feel complacent, but comforted the other party.

Christine chose to remain 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 with a handkerchief again and coughed a few times before continuing, "I didn't deliberately block the news of your detention center. I think the leaders of the guerrillas already know about it. I think if they choose to take action tonight, this place will definitely be an important target."

"You set a trap?!"

"Almost." Metzer nodded. "This is a weapons testing base built at the behest of Marshal Goering. It is a testing ground specifically for testing heavy equipment. Whether it is the thick concrete exterior walls or the various bunkers, this is the best place for defense."

"Ahem~~According to my estimate, there are about 5,000 to 10,000 guerrillas near Paris, and no more than 2,000 lurkers in the city. Attacking such a fortress with only light weapons, ahem~~"

Violent coughing interrupted Metzer's words again, but a smile appeared on his face, as if everything was under control.

"You won't succeed. I sent out a message before I was arrested that no guerrillas were allowed to rescue me." Christine fought back, but her expression was already shaken.

"If that's the case, Ms. Christine, don't you think this is a national tragedy? You have contributed so much to your country, but those men didn't dare to rush up to save you, and let a woman take the lead..." There was actually some sympathy in Metzer's eyes at this time.

"You're the same. You've become like this for your Third Reich, and yet you've been abandoned here like a pawn." Christine also caught the other party's sore spot.

Teng! Mannia, who was standing by, couldn't stand the teacher being provoked repeatedly, so she stood up and wanted to teach the other party a lesson, but was stopped.

"Yeah~" Metzer was not angry, but showed an expression of approval, "We are just a bunch of pitiful guys."

Then the one-eyed colonel stood up and said, "The Allies 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 we will have dinner together. Please forgive me."

The colonel symbolically picked up a piece of crispy pork elbow and put it in his mouth, then turned and left.

But when he reached the gate, he stopped. A suspicious expression appeared on his face, and Metzer turned around and roughly grabbed a piece of roasted pork elbow from the plate and chewed it.

The familiar smell awakened long-lost memories in his mind, and the colonel's expression gradually became solemn.

At the same time, in the suburbs of Paris, hundreds of figures gathered together, bending over, holding light weapons of different styles and wearing identification accessories around their waists.

These were members of the French partisans.

"If the battle starts, where will we attack?" someone asked.

"The telephone office, city government, train station, food warehouse, we'll attack wherever the defenses are lax," the leader replied.

"But Ms. Christine is still imprisoned in the north of the city."

"Mason, this is not something you should be thinking about."

"Frank, the time is almost up, shall we go up?" the person next to him urged.

"There is no movement yet, which means others are also observing. Let's wait a little longer." The guerrilla leader named Frank was undecided for a moment and was still hesitating.

The night deepened in the distance, and the suburbs of Paris were unusually quiet; even the chirping of insects could no longer be heard.

“Should we fire…” The man’s hands holding the gun began to sweat.

boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A devastating explosion sounded in the north of the city, and the flames rising into the sky could be seen several kilometers away.

Someone is taking action! This thought flashed through his mind, and the guerrilla leader made up his mind. He raised his gun high and shouted, "For a free France! Charge!!!!"

"For a free France! Charge!!!!" The men picked up their guns and began to charge.

BANG!!! ...

Gunshots rang out from the directions of different cities, and shouts were heard from all four directions.

The Paris urban uprising has begun!!
BOOM!!!! BOOM!!!! BOOM!!!! BOOM!!!!
Explosions rang out one after another in the building complex. Metzer was helped to the safe house. Looking outside through the window, he saw a round object shot into the sky and then fell heavily to the ground - it was 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.

"Cough cough cough! It's down there, they buried a bomb in the sewer, and the sewer maintenance worker from a few days ago was actually a saboteur in disguise! Keep everyone away from the sewers!" The thick smoke and dust made Metzer's throat extremely uncomfortable, and at the same time, he felt a pricking sensation in his temples.

boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
More violent explosions were heard, and the accumulated methane 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 guards in the bunker in front of the gate were completely attracted by the explosion behind them, and did not notice that in the dark, several things that looked like mini tanks were rushing towards them at high speed loaded with smoking explosive packs.

(End of this chapter)