Chapter 495 Military Police

"What a bad luck! Damn it! Just one more!"

Daniel spat bitterly after climbing out of the cabin and opening his parachute.

Just one more victory and he could squeeze into the ranks of aces and paint the enviable bloody eagle on the fuselage. But at this time his plane was hit, and he had no choice but to abandon the plane and parachute.

Although the British Air Force took off and rushed to Plymouth after dawn, they were the first to arrive.

After the Germans drove away the British troops on Guernsey, they established a huge air base. It only took 15 minutes for the fighter planes taking off from here to fly over Plymouth, and then an unprecedented air battle broke out over Plymouth.

What was even more unfortunate was that he was still floating in the air, and he saw four or five British soldiers with live ammunition waiting for him on the ground.

It seemed that he was destined to be a prisoner.

Touching the self-defense pistol holster tied to his thigh, Daniel finally sighed and gave up the idea of ​​resistance.

Looking at the fierce British soldiers surrounding him, he calmly took out a piece of white silk from his arms and shook it. Pilots are very precious to any country. Yannick personally issued an order that they were allowed to surrender to the enemy if they were unable to resist, and there would be no punishment when they returned to Germany in the future.

Several British soldiers searched Daniel's valuables and trapped him tightly. When they were discussing taking him back to the headquarters to receive the reward, they heard the rumbling sound of a car engine behind them.

Two trucks of military police followed a military car and drove towards them.

Several British soldiers looked at each other, wondering what was going on. The military car stopped beside them, and a military police major wearing sunglasses got out of the co-pilot.

The military police major frowned and looked at the frustrated German paratroopers and the five curious British soldiers, and asked the corporal among them. "Corporal, what's the situation?"

The corporal saluted and replied. "Report to the commander, we just caught a German pilot."

"..." After a few seconds of silence, the major suddenly became furious and scolded loudly. "German pilot?! Don't you know that a large number of German paratroopers have landed in the rear?! You still want to catch paratroopers here?! Why don't you clear those paratroopers, but catch pilots here? Because you are afraid of death?!"

After being scolded, the corporal looked innocent and stammered to explain. "Sir, we are also acting on the orders of the commander."

The major still snorted in dissatisfaction. "We are here to convey the prime minister's order this time. Hand over the paratroopers to us, and you take me to find your commander. Leave a squad and continue to search for German pilots around."

"Yes!" A squad of military police jumped out of the truck behind.

Cursing in their hearts that the credit they had obtained was snatched away by these officials, several British soldiers reluctantly handed Daniel to these military police. The major pointed at the corporal again and ordered. "You sit with me and show me the way, and everyone else gets in the car behind."

"Yes!"

Swoosh!

After several cars drove away, one of the military police pulled out a gleaming dagger, which scared Daniel. "Hey, you don't want to kill the prisoners, do you?"

Looking at Daniel, whose face was pale with fear, several military police couldn't help laughing, and the military police holding the dagger cut the rope on Daniel and patted his shoulder. "Lucky for you, we are from the special forces."

Several military police next to him joked. "Haha, look how scared you are, are you about to pee?"

Daniel wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Just a moment ago, he really thought that he would be secretly executed by these "military police", and he almost peed himself. "What should we do now?"

"Continue to search for the parachuting pilot, you don't have to follow, find a place to hide, our large force will be here soon."

Daniel shook his head. "I'd better go with you guys."

"Then give him some clothes."

A military policeman took out a military police uniform from his backpack and handed it to Daniel. Daniel asked as he took off his pilot uniform. "Where did those people go just now?"

"They went straight to the British headquarters."

Just as Daniel and the paratroopers were searching for other parachuted pilots together, the military police major was already standing in the office of Viscount Austin, the commander of the Plymouth garrison, and was asking for accusations in a high-spirited manner. "Sir Viscount Austin, don't you know that the German paratroopers have landed in the rear?!"

Although the garrison commander Viscount Austin was dissatisfied with the major's arrogant attitude of looking down on others, the major was holding a handwritten letter from Prime Minister Churchill, which was equivalent to Prime Minister Churchill's special envoy. "I know."

The phone couldn't be dialed, it must be that the telephone line somewhere was cut off, and the radio was also interfered by the German army, so it couldn't be contacted at all. Only liaison soldiers could be sent, but several waves had been sent out and there was no news.

Seeing that the commander dared not speak out, the major's attitude became even more arrogant, and he almost slammed the table and pointed at Viscount Austin's nose and cursed. "Why don't you send people to wipe them out? Instead, you have the leisure to send people to capture the German pilots. Because of those German paratroopers, we have gone through a lot of trouble to get here. This order that was supposed to be delivered last night has been postponed until now. You, the commander of the garrison, can't even distinguish between the important and the urgent? Huh?!"

Viscount Austin frowned, straightened his back, avoided the major's flying saliva, and said unhappily. "Major, it's useless to say these now. The Germans may attack at any time. You should tell me your mission here."

Perhaps he was satisfied with the scolding, the major finally took out a few documents from his briefcase. "The first thing is that the Prime Minister received a secret report that some senior officials in the Plymouth garrison secretly resold military supplies for personal gain. Now there is a serious shortage of weapons and ammunition in the Plymouth arsenal, and the garrison cannot hold out until the reinforcements arrive."

Viscount Austin was shocked. "How is it possible? It's not true!!" If this charge is confiscated, it will be a serious dereliction of duty and will be brought to the military court.

The major threw the documents in his hand on the desk, his tone unquestionable. "It's not up to you to decide whether there are any. We need to carefully count every arsenal. Now!! Immediately!!"

Looking at the bright red seal of Lord Churchill printed on the document, Viscount Austin could only let his adjutant lead the major's men to check the arsenals everywhere.

The major continued to convey the order. "Second order. Call all cadres above the company level to hold a meeting and issue the order document personally signed by Prime Minister Churchill."

Hearing such a strange order, Viscount Austin couldn't help but ask back in confusion. "Why?" The German landing war could start at any time. At this time, all the grassroots commanders on the front line were summoned. Once the Germans launched an attack, it would be a disaster.

The major's face was extremely serious. "Why? Because the Prime Minister also received a secret report that someone here colluded with the Germans to cooperate with the outside. We must find out these scums of the empire!"

Viscount Austin took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. This one was more serious than the other. "Then give me a list of traitors and I will shoot them directly."

"There is no clear list yet, but the Prime Minister has given us a good way to identify traitors. Commander, just gather everyone. The sooner the better, we must stabilize the morale of the army before the Germans."

Viscount Austin had completely lost his temper and nodded in response. "Okay, I'll give the order right away."