Chapter 417 Ammunition Depot

This was certainly not Charles' luck. Charles never relied on luck to win.

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

This is the basis for being able to fish in troubled waters.

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

The documents were detailed down to home addresses and background information, and were all authentic, except that these "German soldiers" had died in the First Battle of Cambrai, and their numbers had simply been changed to troops stationed in Brussels.

The team was led by a guerrilla squad leader named Lukaku. Before becoming a guerrilla, he was 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 Bersa" dispatched 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 frightening thing is not death, but waiting for death.”

"We stayed in the dark fortress. Our artillery didn't have enough range to hit the enemy, but the enemy could."

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

More than 30 people from his platoon were buried in the collapsed fortress. Their bodies were dug out several days later. Lukaku miraculously survived and was the only survivor of the fortress.

Lukaku laughed at himself: "The good thing is that I am fearless from now on, 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 in German uniforms, he still felt waves of fear from the bottom of his heart.

Lukaku was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

He was not worried about his own life or death, but felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders: if the ammunition depot could not be successfully blown up, the German army would block Charles's penetration in Brussels.

What will happen?

Brussels could not be liberated, the German army could not be surrounded, and even Charles's troops would be counter-surrounded 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 move out.

Lukaku did not hesitate and led his men out of the utility room one after another. They looked to both sides vigilantly, then lined up and walked towards 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. Seeing nothing suspicious, he waved his hand and let them in.

Lukaku was about to leave when the lieutenant stopped him: "Are you planning to go in like this?"

The lieutenant nodded toward the rifles on their shoulders.

Lukaku immediately realized that he had to surrender.

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

The ammunition depot is fifty meters away from here. There are more than thirty German soldiers guarding it with machine guns. The ammunition depot is in an underground warehouse. If we launch an attack now, we may be wiped out before we even reach the warehouse door.

Without thinking too much, Lukaku responded, "Yes, sir.", and while taking off his gun, he signaled his subordinates with his eyes to follow suit. The subordinates looked at each other, but still put away their rifles one by one and placed them on the gun rack beside them.

The German lieutenant did not suspect anything. He just looked at the backs of Lukaku and his group and complained: "These new recruits know nothing!"

The guerrillas were a little panicked. Without guns, what should they do now?

But Lukaku took them forward calmly. When they arrived at the warehouse door, he calmly handed over the supply list and said to the warehouse manager: "We are ordered to get ammunition. Colonel Leo wants to conduct grenade training first. You know, I heard that the French are coming with tanks!"

The warehouse manager hummed, took the supply list and glanced at it: "Do you mean to take the grenades first?"

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

The guerrillas seemed to understand what Lukaku meant. A grenade does not require a gun, it only needs a pull of the string to fight.

So everyone prepared themselves mentally.

When the boxes of grenades were moved out of the warehouse, the guerrillas pretended to inspect and open the ammunition boxes, and then naturally unscrewed the safety caps one by one.

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

Lukaku didn't say much, he just lit the grenade and threw it at the German guards.

The warehouse managers and porters could only watch helplessly. Those who worked in the ammunition depot were unarmed, and a considerable number of them were temporarily recruited logistics personnel who had not received professional military training. At that moment, they were all terrified and watched in a daze as the battle broke out right before their eyes.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM"

The German guards were blown to pieces and screamed in agony, but the survivors quickly organized a counterattack. The lieutenant blew the whistle in the smoke, and a team of guards rushed out from the other side to reinforce.

"What should we do?" A subordinate threw a grenade and asked Lukaku loudly. Without guns, they were still very passive. It was almost impossible to attack the ammunition depot, as it was blocked by a group of strong porters, all of whom were Germans.

"Cover me!" Lukaku shouted.

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

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

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

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

There was an instant of panic shouting in the warehouse, and some people fled out of the warehouse crying and in a panic.

…

At that time, Major General Khalid was discussing how to defend with his staff while looking at the map of Brussels.

Afuri suggested building defense lines on the streets: "Especially in traffic hubs, we can pile up sandbags there and build several defense lines in half an hour."

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

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

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

Ayfuli said with some fear in his eyes: "But General, this will bring the war to civilians."

Major General Khalil shrugged it off: "This is not something we need to consider."

At this moment, several grenade explosions suddenly sounded.

The two were startled and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

"Training?" said Major General Khalil.

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

(End of this chapter)