Chapter 99: Seizing the Gold

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

In the dim moonlight, I could vaguely see countless figures in a huge deep pit desperately waving their shovels. Their clothes were covered with dust, and the sweat on their faces mixed with dust, leaving black marks on their cheeks. But they didn't bother to wipe it off, and shoveled the excavated soil into the iron bucket and woven basket beside them. Every time a bucket was filled, it was pulled up by the people above and poured into the cart. Someone quickly pushed the cart to the river not far away, dumped the soil into the river, and let the river water wash it away.

After a while, someone at the pit lowered a rope ruler and asked. "How many meters?"

"Fifteen meters!"

"Oh my god!"

"I'm so tired!"

A group of big men in the pit almost collapsed on the ground at the same time, panting heavily. These days, they have been digging pits. During the day, we laid camouflage nets on the pit and dug secretly. At night, we dared not turn on the lights and could only dig in the dark by moonlight.

We finally finished digging today.

After a short rest, one of them stood up. "Go up, the task is not yet completed."

Dozens of people climbed out of the pit along the rope ladder. "Thank you for your hard work. There are still fifteen minutes, prepare the conveyor belt."

At this time, at the bend ten kilometers away, a train was coming slowly in the distance. The bend here is too steep, and the train is in danger of overturning if it goes a little faster. As soon as the locomotive passed the bend, agile black shadows suddenly jumped up from both sides of the railway and rushed towards the train, slammed their feet, and climbed onto the train.

If Yannick was there, he would definitely sigh that he saw the German version of the railway guerrillas.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

After three slight muffled sounds, the driver, co-driver, and maintenance worker in the locomotive cab fell to the ground powerlessly before they could react.

The second and third carriages were fuel carriages (coal and water). I carefully opened the door of the fourth carriage and looked inside through the crack of the door. I saw Soviet soldiers snoring loudly, and there was not even a single guard.

Actually, it was not their fault. Since they received the goods in Spain, their nerves had been in a state of high tension. Now that they had finally entered the Soviet Union and would reach Moscow in a few hours, their nerves could not help but relax. With this relaxation, the fatigue accumulated over the past few days could not stop coming up.

Even after all the doors were opened, no one was awake.

Four M3 submachine guns that looked like grease guns were pointed at the more than 30 soldiers who were sleeping.

"Three, two, one!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Flames spurted out of the four gun muzzles at the same time.

Four special forces soldiers were boarded in each carriage, and almost in an instant, the army escorting the gold was completely wiped out.

The leading special forces member casually threw the M3 submachine gun that had run out of bullets on the aisle, pulled out a Colt M1911A1 pistol from his waist, walked forward, and put a bullet in every soldier who was still groaning.

After he used up a magazine, he sighed while changing a new magazine. "Tsk, those Americans can also make this kind of pistol, and it feels good."

The team member behind him casually said. "I prefer the P38."

The last person scolded dissatisfiedly. "Stupid, who told you to speak German?! What if there are survivors among these guys? Put another bullet in each person's head to ensure that there is no risk!"

"Yes!"

In the fifth carriage, a strong man with a deep scar on his face said in extremely pure English. "I guess you are Mr. Major General Alexander Mikhailovich Orlov? Or should I call him Mr. Blackstone, the representative of the Bank of America?" This scarred face is Otto Skorzeny.

"You, who are you?! What are you going to do?!" Orlov, with a pale face, didn't understand who was so bold as to openly rob on Soviet land?

Skorzeny showed a playful smile on his face and bowed slightly. "Please allow me to introduce myself. I was personally assigned by the President of the United States, Mr. Franklin Roosevelt, to come and take back the gold that belongs to our America. Mr. Orlov is really a noble man who forgets things. Isn't your task to transport the gold belonging to the Bank of America to the UK for deposit? What? Did you get lost? Did you deliver it to the Soviet Union? Comrade Stalin didn't even let you keep the receipt. I think he wants to take the gold for himself?"

Orlov's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. His mission this time was directly assigned by Stalin. Stalin personally told him that no matter how the Spaniards asked him for a receipt, he must refuse and refuse any relevant signatures. He persuaded the Spanish government to give him a letter of certification to show when passing various checkpoints. On the letter of certification, Orlov became the representative of the Bank of America named Blackstone, and for the sake of safety, the gold belonging to the Bank of America was transported to the UK for deposit.

How could these people know so clearly?

But Skorzeny looked at his watch. "You should contact each other every thirty minutes to ensure safety, right? There are ten minutes left. What is the security code this time?"

Even this is known? Orlov's heart seemed to fall into an ice cave. Could it be that there is a traitor in Moscow? And the level of this traitor must be not low, at least he participated in the plan to transport the gold this time.

Skorzeny pulled out a Colt M1911A1 pistol from his holster and pointed the muzzle at the equally trembling communicator beside him. "What is the security code?"

The communicator trembled and said. "Ice and snow."

Skollzeny pointed his gun at Orlov again. "Oh, is that so? Mr. Orlov?"

"..." Orlov hesitated!

Because the communicator lied. "Ice and snow" was the last security code. If the repeated security code was sent, the superiors would know that something had happened. For a moment, he considered whether to give out the real security code in exchange for a chance to survive. This guy was not a tough guy who was ready to die. In the original time and space, he finally defected to the United States.

Seeing the hesitation flash across Orlov's face, the seemingly thin communicator rushed to the radio. As if in slow motion, the communicator's fingertips just touched the radio, and the bullet shot from the Colt pistol accurately penetrated his temple.

Looking at the communicator who fell to the side with an unwilling face, Skorzeny sighed. "Just teasing you." After saying that, he turned his head and asked the team members next to him. "What is the security code this time?"

The team member took out a booklet from his pocket, flipped through a few pages and replied. "This time it's 'Polar Bear'. 'Ice and Snow' was the security code last time."

Orlov completely collapsed, collapsed on the ground powerlessly, and repeated in a murmur. "How is it possible? How is it possible?! How could this happen?!" These people even know the security code clearly, so there is no point in keeping him. It seems that he is dead today.

Skorzeny looked at Orlov strangely, who kept repeating these two sentences with his eyes scattered, and ended his confusion with a shot.

At this time, accompanied by a shrill whistle, the train pulled the brakes and slowly stopped.

Dozens of people who had been waiting at the edge of the pit rushed to the freight car.

"Crashed!" The door of the car was opened from the inside, and the pungent smell of blood came to the nose. The man who opened the door urged loudly. "Hurry, hurry, we don't have time, unload the goods!"

The team quickly set up the conveyor belt that had been prepared long ago, started the motor, climbed onto the carriage, and began to move the neatly stacked wooden boxes in the carriage onto the conveyor belt. There were also two people guarding each conveyor belt under the car. After every dozen boxes of gold fell, the conveyor belt would be moved to prevent the boxes in the pit from piling up in one place.

"Pull two people up from those villagers. They should be strong." There was a small village one kilometer away with more than a dozen people. In order to avoid leaking the news, they had to tie up all the villagers. Fortunately, there were few people here, and no one would notice even if all these people disappeared.

Soon, two strong villagers were pressed onto the train. Skorzeny didn't waste any words, pulled out the Soviet communicator's pistol, and shot and killed the two villagers.

The team members next to him couldn't help but ask curiously. "Captain, what are you doing?"

Skorzeny showed a proud look on his face. "This is called confusing the audience. Put your submachine gun on this villager." He bent down and grabbed Orlov's collar, and with a force, he threw the body directly into the pit.

It only took fifteen minutes, and the boxes full of gold in several carriages had all fallen into the pit.

In the front of the train, Skorzeny was instructing his team members. "There is a town 30 kilometers ahead. The train will not stop there in the transportation plan, just drive there directly. 20 kilometers after the town, the train will pass a cliff. There will be a deceleration warning light on the side of the road. When you see the signal light, increase the speed to the maximum and jump off the train. Do you understand? The train will lose control and fall off the cliff. After that, you and the communicator will go north for about five kilometers and you will find a railway."

The team member nodded heavily. "Understood. I have already remembered all this."

Skorzeny patted his shoulder. "That's good, don't forget our identity, if we encounter danger, we must not let the enemy capture us alive." After that, he jumped off the train and watched the train slowly start and move forward.

Everything was thrown into the pit. Motors, conveyor belts, and even dozens of bodies of villagers were pushed in. But the pit was still more than three meters deep. But it was dug so deep on purpose.

"Hurry up and fill the soil. Tamp it down every half meter!"

There are no heavy equipment like road rollers here. The special forces can only use the most primitive method, tie up the thick logs or boulders that have not been split in the village, and let them fall freely after several people throw them up to tamp the ground.

They were busy until dawn, and then they wiped out all the traces, as if nothing had happened here.

Boom!

Looking at the dark clouds that were getting thicker and thicker in the sky, Skorzeny's face showed an excited smile. "Haha, it seems that this rain will be heavy. God bless Germany!" Although they tried their best to eliminate the traces at the scene, if someone carefully looked for them, they would still find some flaws.

Now, this heavy rain will wash away the last traces and leave no clues!