Chapter 417 Ammunition Depot

This is certainly not Ciel's luck. Ciel never relies on luck to win.

He learned from the "Lady in White" that this was a chaotic temporary force, and most of its members would be divided into several teams to be added to the front line after completing training.

This is the basis for fishing in troubled waters.

So Charles ordered the "Lady in White" to forge documents and military uniforms.

The documents were detailed down to their home address and origin information, and they were all authentic. However, these "German troops" had already died in the First Battle of Cambrai, and their designations were simply changed to troops stationed in Brussels.

This team was led by a guerrilla detachment leader named Lukaku. Before becoming a guerrilla, he had been a second lieutenant in the Belgian army and commanded a fortress artillery in the Liege Fortress.

The fortress artillery commanded by Lukaku was eventually blown up by the "Big Bertha" transferred by the German army.

That battle was deeply engraved in Lukaku's mind. When he talked about it with his teammates in front of the campfire, there was deep fear in his eyes:

“The most terrifying thing is not death, but waiting to die.”

"We are staying in the dark fortress. The artillery range is not enough to hit the enemy, but the enemy can."

"We can only watch helplessly as they aim at us, one shot after another, and finally hit..."

More than thirty people in his platoon were buried in the collapsed fortress. Their bodies were dug out a few days later. Lukaku miraculously survived. He was also the only survivor of the fortress.

Lukaku smiled to himself: "The good thing is that from now on I have nothing to fear, because nothing is more terrifying than that experience!"

But this time, when he was waiting in the utility room of the textile factory with twenty of his men wearing German military uniforms, he still felt a burst of fear from his heart.

Lukaku was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

He was not worried about his life or death, but felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders: if he could not successfully blow up the ammunition depot, the German army would block Brussels and interrupt the Charles' penetration.

What will happen?

Brussels cannot be liberated, the German army cannot be surrounded, and even Charles's troops will be counter-encircled here.

The consequences are disastrous!

At this time, the bell hanging on the wall rang. It was a signal from the intelligence personnel, telling them that it was time to dispatch.

Lukaku did not hesitate, and led his men out of the utility room. They looked at both sides warily, and then walked in line toward the ammunition depot with their rifles on their backs as if nothing had happened.

The person standing in front of Lukaku was a German lieutenant. He flipped through Lukaku's ID and asked a few questions. There was nothing suspicious, and he waved them in.

Just as Lukaku was about to leave, he was stopped by the lieutenant: "You plan to go in like this?"

The lieutenant cocked his head at the rifles slung over their shoulders.

Lukaku immediately realized that he had to disarm.

He glanced around and quickly analyzed the current situation in his mind:

This place is still fifty meters away from the ammunition depot. The German army has more than 30 guards and machine guns. The ammunition depot is in an underground warehouse. If we launch an attack now, it is very likely that the entire army will be annihilated before reaching the entrance of the warehouse.

Without thinking much, Lukaku responded "Yes, sir." He unhooked the gun and motioned to his subordinates with his eyes to follow suit. The subordinates looked at each other, but they still put away their rifles one by one and put them on the gun rack aside.

The German lieutenant was not suspicious. He just looked at the backs of Lukaku and his group and complained: "These new recruits don't know anything!"

The guerrillas were a little panicked. They didn't have guns. What should they do now?

But Lukaku took them forward calmly and arrived at the door of the warehouse. He handed over the supply list with a calm expression and said to the warehouse manager: "We were ordered to pick up ammunition. Colonel Leo wants to go first." Grenade training, you know, I heard the French are coming with tanks!”

The warehouse manager said "hmm" and took a look at the supply list: "You mean to get the grenades first?"

"Yes." Lukaku replied: "Our car will be here soon."

The guerrillas seemed to understand what Lukaku meant. The grenade did not require a gun, it only needed to pull the string to fight.

So everyone was mentally prepared.

After boxes of grenades were moved out of the warehouse, the guerrillas pretended to accept them and opened the ammunition boxes, and then unscrewed the safety covers one by one in a very natural manner.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the warehouse manager exclaimed, "This is not your training ground..."

Without saying anything, Lukaku lit the grenade and threw it at the German guards.

The warehouse managers and porters could only watch helplessly. The people working in the ammunition depot were unarmed, and quite a few of them were temporarily recruited logistics personnel without professional military training. At that moment, they were all frightened and stunned. Watch the battle break out right before your eyes.

"Boom boom boom"

The German guards screamed in exclamation as they were blown up, but the survivors quickly organized a counterattack. The lieutenant blew his whistle in the smoke, and a group of guards rushed out from the other side to come for reinforcements.

"What should I do?" one of his subordinates asked Lukaku loudly after throwing out a grenade. Without guns, they were still very passive. It was almost impossible to break into the ammunition depot. It was blocked by a group of strong porters, and They are all German.

"Cover me!" Lukaku shouted.

The teammates looked confused. How could they cover without guns?

When they saw Lukaku tying several grenades together with rope, they understood Lukaku's intention.

The team members threw grenades one after another, almost without stopping. Some people jumped out with a bundle of grenades and rushed to the enemy's hiding place, forcibly repelling the enemy's offensive.

Lukaku did not hesitate. He leaned against the door of the warehouse with a grenade, lit one and threw it into the warehouse, and rushed in immediately after the explosion.

There was a panic shouting in the warehouse, and some people fled from the warehouse crying and hurriedly.

…

At that time, Major General Khalil was discussing how to defend with his staff on the map of Brussels.

Aifuri suggested building a line of defense on the street: "Especially in the traffic center, we can pile up sandbags there and build several lines of defense in half an hour."

But Major General Khalil shook his head: "No, Colonel. The enemy is coming with tanks, and this line of defense built with sandbags is vulnerable to tanks."

"But what else can we do?" Aifuri asked.

"Buildings." Major General Khalil pointed to the houses on both sides of the street and said, "Every building is our defense line."

Aifuri's eyes were filled with fear: "But General, this will spread the war to civilians."

Major General Khalil was dismissive: "This is not something we need to consider."

At this time, several grenades suddenly exploded.

The two were startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Training?" Major General Khalil said.

Aifuri heard the gunshots and whistles, and his face turned pale in an instant: "No, General, it's the direction of the ammunition depot!"