Chapter 20 Chapter Nineteen

Flick was relieved that the whole group performed quite well in the morning training.Everyone learned the most difficult landing technique in skydiving, but the training part of the map interpretation was not very successful. Ruby never went to school and can hardly read or write. For her, reading a map is like reading a piece of paper full of Chinese.Maude didn't know the direction, didn't understand what north-northeast meant, and blinked delicately at the coach.And Denise, despite her expensive education, was completely incapable of understanding coordinates.Flick worried that if the group lost each other in France, they would not be able to find the right route on their own.

In the afternoon they went on to learn some hard skills. The weapons instructor was Captain Jim Cardwell, who had a completely different personality from Bill.Jim is laid back, with a sharp-edged face and a bushy black beard.He just grinned kindly at the fact that the girls couldn't hit a tree six paces away with their .45 Colt automatics. Ruby handled the automatic pistol very well, and it never missed a shot.Flick suspected she had used a pistol before.When Jim took her arm with both hands and showed her how to use the Lee-Enfield "Canadian" rifle, she got even more excited.Jim whispered something in her ear, and she smiled at her, with a wicked gleam in her dark eyes.Flick thought that she had been in a women's prison for three months, so she naturally enjoyed a man's touch very much.

The same is true for "Jelly", who is no stranger to firearms and is very relaxed.But it was Diana who stood out the most in this part of the training.She fired from the rifle, hitting the bull's-eye with each round, steady and hard, and cleared two five-round magazines in one blow. "Excellent!" said Jim, surprised. "You can take my place." Diana looked at Flick triumphantly. "You can't be the first in everything," she said. What the hell did I do to make her say that?Flick asked himself.Maybe Diana remembered that when the two of them went to school, Flick always took the lead in everything?Is the rivalry between children still haunting her heart?

Only Greta couldn't get through.This time, she acted weaker than a real woman again.She covered her ears with her hands, and jumped nervously every time the gun went off, closing her eyes in fright as she pulled the trigger.Jim patiently tutored her, gave her a pair of earplugs to block out the noise, and taught her how to pull the trigger lightly, but even that didn't work, she was too coy to hit the target. "I'm not made for this!" she said desperately. Jelly said, "So what the hell are you doing here?" Flick cut in right away. "Greta's an engineer. She's going to tell you where to put the explosives."

"Why do we need a German engineer?" "I'm British," Greta said, "my father was born in Liverpool." "Jelly" snorted suspiciously: "You have a Liverpool accent? Then I'm still the Duchess of Devonshire." "Save it for the next class," Flick said. "We're going to learn hand-to-hand combat." This kind of bickering upset her, and she needed their mutual trust. They went back to the garden of the house, where Bill Griffiths was waiting.He had changed into shorts and tennis shoes and was doing push-ups on the grass without his shirt on.When he stood up, Flick felt that he was deliberately showing off his strong physique.

Bill liked to teach self-defense by handing weapons to students to attack them.This way, he can show how he can defeat an attacker with his bare hands.This way of speaking is very dramatic and can leave a deep impression.Bill relied too much on force at times, but Flick figured the agents would get used to it. The various weapons he uses today are laid out on the old pine table, a murderous-looking table knife, which he said was a Nazi SS weapon; a Walther P38 automatic pistol, which Flick had seen German officers carry. It was this pistol that he bought; a French police baton; a black and yellow piece of wire, which he called a noose;

He puts on his shirt and starts training. "Look at how to get rid of a man with a gun pointed at you." He explained, picking up the Walter pistol, thumbing it to the firing position, and handing the gun to Maud, who pointed it at him. "Sooner or later, the person who captured you is going to take you somewhere." He turned around and raised his hands upwards. "The chance is that he will come after you and stick a gun in your back." He left A big circle, Maude has been following behind. "Now, Maud, I'll let you pull the trigger the second you feel like I'm going to run." He quickened his pace a little, and Maud had to quicken his pace to keep up with him, and at that moment, he turned sideways and turned sharply. come over.He twisted Maude's right wrist under his arm and hit her hand with a downward slashing motion.She gave a cry and dropped the pistol.

"You can easily make a serious mistake here," he said to Maude, who was rubbing his wrist. "You can't run at this time, or the Germans will pick up the pistol and shoot you in the back in a second. You have to do it... . . . " He picked up Walter, aimed at Maud, and pulled the trigger. There was a "bang" gunshot.Maud screamed, and Greta was no exception. "It's a blank, it won't hurt anybody," Bill said. Flick felt that there was no need for Bill to be so surprised. "We practiced these techniques with each other in a few minutes," he continued.He picked up the wire and turned to Greta. "Wrap it around my neck. I say start, you pull as hard as you want." Bill handed her the wire, "The Gestapo, or collaborating French gendarmes, would use this rope thing Kill you, but he can't lift you whole with it. Now, Greta, rein me in." Greta hesitated, then pulled the rope closer.The rope was embedded in Bill's muscular neck.He flung his legs forward and fell on his back, and Greta let go of the rope.

"Unfortunately," Bill said, "it puts you on the ground and the enemy is on top of you, which is a very bad situation." He stood up. "We'll do it again. But this time I'm going to grab my enemy's wrist before I go down." They each got ready and Greta tightened the rope.Bill grabbed her by the wrist and fell to the ground, pulling her forward as well.As she fell on top of Bill, he bent one leg and hit her in the stomach with his knee. She rolled to the ground, curled up, gasping and retching.Flick said, "My God, Bill, please take it easy!"

He is very proud. "The Gestapo is much tougher than me." Flick walked over and helped Greta to her feet. "I'm sorry," Flick said. "He's a bloody Nazi," Greta gasped. Flick helped Greta into the house and made her sit down in the kitchen.The cook, peeling potatoes for lunch, brings Greta a cup of tea, which Greta gratefully accepts. Flick returns to the garden and sees that Bill has found the next victim—Ruby, and hands her the baton.Ruby looked sly, and Flick thought, if I were Bill, I'd have to be careful with her. Flick had seen Bill demonstrate this technique before.When Ruby raised his right hand to hit him with the baton, Bill grabbed her arm, twisted it, and threw her over his shoulder.She fell to the ground in all directions, excruciating pain. "Come on, gypsy girl," Bill said, "hit me with a baton as hard as you want." Ruby raised his arm, and Bill sprang at her, but what happened next was nothing like what he said before. It was—Bill tried to grab Ruby's arm, but missed, and the baton fell to the ground.Ruby moved closer to Bill and jerked his knee up, hitting Bill in the groin, and he screamed in pain.Then Ruby grabbed his shirt and yanked it forward hard, hitting him hard on the nose.Then, lifting her stiff black lace-up shoe, she kicked Bill in the shin, and he fell to the ground, bleeding from his nose.

"You son of a bitch, you shouldn't be doing this!" he yelled. "The Gestapo are much tougher than me," Ruby said.