Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 182 Rebel Army

   It has been three days since Colonel Chatham, the commander of the French occupation force, was attacked.

  In an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Stuttgart, there were some messy footprints on the white snow, which made the wild dogs who had been hunting nearby hide.

  In a dilapidated factory building in the factory, more than a dozen men with nervous expressions were vigilantly looking out of the window through the air leaking window.

  The leader was a middle-aged man who lost a little finger on his left hand.

Different from the tense looking men around him, this man looked very calm, as if he was next to his own stove, he leisurely lit a pile of sundries, and stretched his blue hands from the cold back and forth on the flame is baking.

  The men all around looked around vigilantly, and their eyes glanced at the fire in the middle from time to time.

  The expression in his eyes is indeed not desire, but worry.

   "Okay, don't be so nervous one by one, it's just a small fire, it won't attract the French, arrange a person to guard around, everyone come to enjoy the fire!

  The **** weather is so cold. "

  The middle-aged man said impatiently.

   "Sir, why do you think Chief Leon asked us to come here?"

  An older man continued to observe the outdoor situation unmoved, while asking the middle-aged man.

  After hearing the man's question, the middle-aged man said dissatisfiedly:

   "You ask me, who am I to ask! These Gestapo are hiding and hiding when they do things, and they are not straightforward at all."

  The man waved his hands repeatedly and said:

   "Sir, do you think you found something?"

  The eyes of the middle-aged man flickered, and he said to the people around him with a playful expression:

   "He is responsible for hiding things, isn't it easy to find?"

  People around began to reveal slightly excited expressions, as if the tension had also been relieved.

   "Now you should think about whether he will swallow this batch of things."

   "Sir, isn't this used as military expenditure for our resistance? If he dares to swallow us, kill him."

  Hearing this, the middle-aged man let out a disdainful smile.

  These idiots haven't figured out the situation until now, and they still think that Germany still has a chance to make a comeback.

   But that's fine, if it wasn't for these naive guys, how could he have the opportunity to come into contact with such a large sum of wealth.

  Although he looked down on these idiots under him, he was very wary of this Gestapo named Leon.

  Because he knew what a horrible guy this was.

   What he couldn't understand the most was why this guy was willing to take out this wealth and use it as military expenses for the rebels.

  Leon is a clear-headed and cruel guy.

   Is he really so loyal to the Führer?

  This is really hard for him to believe.

  Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't speak, and the people around him also had different expressions, they didn't ask any more questions.

  Continue to silently observe the surrounding environment, but the mood that was very tense just now has eased slightly.

   I don't know how long they have been here, but when these people got impatient with waiting, one of them saw two black shadows slowly approaching the hiding place from a distance.

   "Sir, there are two people here. It looks like Sir Leon."

  When the middle-aged man heard the report, he quickly got up and raised his binoculars to look at the two figures on the snow.

   Both of them were wrapped tightly, unable to see their faces clearly.

  However, from the way one of them walked, he still recognized the other person.

   "They are here. You continue to observe the surrounding situation, and pay attention to whether there is a tail behind them. I will go to meet them."

   After finishing speaking, he handed the binoculars to the person beside him, put on his gloves, put on a scarf and walked out of the hiding place, facing the two people opposite.

  Seeing the smoke billowing from the house in the distance, and slowly approaching the dilapidated factory building, one of the two frowned, and looked around with some dissatisfaction.

   Seeing that there is nothing abnormal around, continue to move forward.

  The two were walking in the snow, their bodies were so tightly wrapped that it was impossible to see their identities clearly.

   "Sir, a person came out inside."

   Both of them saw a person walking out of the house.

  Hearing the subordinate's report, the other just snorted coldly and didn't say much.

   Instead, continue to move forward.

   Soon the two sides met at a collapsed brick wall in the factory area.

  I saw a man who came out of the factory raised his hand and saluted:

   "Sir Leon, Sabio Robin, the former major of the 2nd Battalion of the SS Führer's Guards, is reporting to you."

  The two people on the other side also raised their hands in salute.

   "Major Robin, we meet again. Go inside and talk! It's too cold outside."

   Later one of the two became humane.

   Soon, several people passed through the ruined wall and entered the dilapidated house where everyone was hiding.

  The two people who entered took off the scarves around their necks and the hats on their heads.

  He raised his right hand and saluted with everyone in the room.

   There was a neat shout of "Hey! Hettler" from the house.

   The two people who entered the room were Polman's neighbor Leo and Leo's chief.

   This man's real name is clearly not Paul.

   "Sir, is it time to start action?"

  Major Robin couldn't wait, the greed in his eyes flashed away.

  Leon heard his inquiry, but did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically:

   "Major Robin, what are my orders to you?"

  Obviously, he didn't expect Lieutenant Colonel Leon of the Gestapo in front of him to ask this question.

  Can't help complaining in my heart, you really treat me like a green onion, I belong to the SS, not you Gestapo.

  Everyone is working together temporarily, and they really want to give orders to Lao Tzu as an officer!

   But he certainly won't show it directly.

  After all, the other party promised to provide them with military expenses, but the money is not the other party's own, so why are you so arrogant.

   "Sir, the order we received half a month ago was to hide and stand by, waiting for your call."

  No matter how much opinion you have in your heart, you still have to show enough respect on the surface.

   Otherwise, why should others provide you with military expenses?

   "Then do you follow the order?"

  Leon's tone was still calm, and he couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations.

  But Leo, who was standing beside Leon, secretly took a step back.

   Leo has a clear understanding of his chief.

  Behind the seemingly calm appearance at this moment, there are hidden volcanoes that may erupt on a large scale at any time.

  Hearing Leon's question, Robin understood that he knew about the actions of himself and others a few days ago.

  So this is to ask for guilt.

   "Sir! Listen to me, we also happened to meet the other commander going out.

  At that time, the time was very rushed and we had no time to inform you.

   But this opportunity is too rare for us to give up. "

   "So, you don't think you're at fault, do you?"

   Leon, whose tone became even colder, tapped his fingers on his thigh unconsciously.

   This is his expression of anger.

   "Sir, we are the rebels, of course there is nothing wrong with attacking the Frenchman!"

   Robin continued to plead with his neck.

   Leon slapped the hand on his thigh, and slapped the face of the idiot in front of him.

   There was a loud "snap", which made everyone around tremble.

  Standing neatly in place, not daring to move.

   "You still know that you are a rebel army! Now the French are under martial law all over the city to search for your whereabouts. How dare you burn a fire here to keep warm.

   Don’t know if the smoke from your fire will attract other people’s attention?

   Are you bold or stupid, don't you know the difference? "

   After being slapped, Robin's fists were clenched, and he wished he could hit the man in front of him in a circle.

  Because he really doesn't think there is anything wrong with him.

   This attack on Colonel Chatham was initiated by them.

  They have been hiding near the headquarters of the French occupation forces, and they have mastered the principle of darkness under the lights.

   did not attract the attention of the French occupying forces at all.

   Robin knew his chance had come when spotters noticed that Chatham had simply entered a nearby hotel.

   Without hesitation, he decided to launch an attack on the fly.

  The plan is also very simple and direct, and it is the result of making a plan when they were hiding nearby and constantly improving it.

  Different from what Fang Lang and Colonel Chatham expected, they did not receive any news of this attack in advance.

  Everything is ad hoc.

  It's a pity that they didn't have enough firepower to kill Colonel Chatham immediately.

  And the people in the hotel who were about to attack from behind were also frightened by Fang Lang's guards and did not dare to attack.

   So the plan failed.

  But Stuttgart is their home court. Although the assassination failed, they still calmly shook off their pursuers.

   As for whether the ignition will attract the French occupation forces, he feels that there is no need to worry at all.

  In such cold weather, many people light fires to keep warm, and many homeless Germans also need to light fires to keep warm.

  He didn't think he was wrong.

   Robin who was slapped was very angry.

  However, he is also very clear now that this is not the time to resist, after all, the other party has something he wants.

  So he decided to endure it, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

   "Sorry, sir!"

  Leon couldn't see Robin's dissatisfaction.

   In the final analysis, the opponent and I are not of one mind. The opponent is an SS combat unit, and I am the Gestapo, belonging to the intelligence department.

  I also hope to expand the size of the rebel army, so I will take the initiative to find the other party, saying that I can provide military expenses to the other party.

  In fact, in Leon's heart, he admired Robin for his fighting spirit in such a difficult environment.

   It's a pity that now it seems that the opponent doesn't understand the difference between fighting behind enemy lines and the original.

   There is no vigilance that a guerrilla behind enemy lines should have.

  On the contrary, I feel that this is on my own territory, so arrogant that I despise the enemy very much.

  This is very dangerous. If one is not good, the French will catch the tail and the whole army will be wiped out.

  Looking at the fighters around him who were watching him, Leon understood that he couldn't be too harsh on these fighters who were still fighting.

   After all, these people are their own people, and it is impossible to treat them like enemies.

   What's more, they did just launch a very deterrent attack and paid a certain amount of casualties.

   If you completely negate the opponent's achievements, it may seriously hit the enthusiasm of the soldiers.

  (end of this chapter)