A heavy rain in summer made the road muddy. On the muddy road, a German convoy was driving fast, and the wheels rolled over the muddy gravel road, raising more mud.
The German soldiers in the convoy wearing camouflage overalls were mostly holding automatic rifles-MP40, and even the synchronized guns were G43 rifles. Judging from the equipment, this was definitely an elite force. Unlike ordinary troops, their faces were painted with camouflage.
George, sitting in the co-pilot seat, looked at the surrounding farmland from time to time.
Lotte, in the past, there were vineyards everywhere and rivers with cliffs on the edges. Beautiful houses and castles could be seen everywhere on both sides of the river.
However, the war destroyed the vineyards here-in order to obtain bread, large tracts of vineyards were turned into farmland, used to grow potatoes, pumpkins and other foods.
If there was no war, there should be vineyards and wineries everywhere.
While George was thinking about this, he looked into the distance again, and the destination of the upward journey was just ahead.
Montal Castle!
"Almost there..."
As soon as he returned to France, George immediately began to implement the "Escape from Versailles" plan.
To implement this plan, it is necessary to organize a commando team to enter Lot, which is still under the control of the German army.
The commando team does not need many people, more than a hundred people are not much.
Because of the lack of troops, the German defense line is full of loopholes. It is easy to pass through their defense line by disguising as Germans. Disguising as Germans is not difficult. After all, there are a lot of German weapons and vehicles in the search team.
A few armored transport vehicles and two barrel trucks, a team of people became Germans. Although they look different, with ink on their faces, who can recognize who?
Taking advantage of the rainy day, George personally led the team to Lot. He had to come in person. After all, there were several thousand boxes of artworks. If they were loaded, they would have to load hundreds of trucks. Those things could only be taken away if they were loaded in space.
The road led directly to the castle. When the convoy approached the castle, Genet Hugues, the director of the Louvre, received a report from his subordinates.
"What Germans? Where did they come from? Could it be that they knew..."
It turned out that Genet's worry was correct. Soon, everyone in the castle was driven to the castle's courtyard. They were pointed at by machine guns and looked at the SS team in fear. They seemed to be a little different from ordinary SS soldiers - their faces were painted with camouflage.
"Major,"
Genet Huguet took the initiative to stand up and said.
"We are not soldiers. We are just a group of civilians who are hiding from the war here."
"I know..."
George said in German.
"I know what you are guarding here, Mr. Genet Huguet,"
Genet Huguet, whose identity was revealed in one sentence, looked at the Nazi officer in astonishment. His lips trembled slightly, and he had only one thought in his mind.
He, they knew...
"Now, you have two choices, one is to enter the stable by yourself, and the other is to stay in the yard..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers on the car pulled the bolt and pointed the muzzle of the mg42 at them.
"Major, Mr. Major, what are you going to do?"
Before he finished speaking, gunshots rang out, and bullets hit Genet Huguet and others. Under the threat of gunpoint, these staff from the Louvre and other museums could only enter the stable obediently. After the stable door was locked, Genet Huguet saw the Germans leaving the castle through the gap in the wooden door, and soon, they carried out some boxes.
"Damn it, who told the Germans about our whereabouts? My God, the war was about to end, and we hid for four years, but we still couldn't escape these greedy Germans..."
When Genet Hugues cursed indignantly, the German he was talking about had already come to the room where the paintings were stored. The room was full of wooden boxes. What were in these boxes?
"Mona Lisa", "Diana Bathing"... The most precious art treasures in the entire Louvre are here.
"Okay, now these are all mine!"
The next thing is simple, it's nothing more than putting these rare treasures into the space, and then what?
Just take out the wooden boxes filled with paintings in the space. Those paintings were exchanged for cigarettes in the second-hand market in Marseille. A painting is only worth a few cigarettes.
In order to conceal his identity, George specially asked people to carry out the "Mona Lisa" - in fact, the box had been in Genet Hugues' office. When the familiar box was carried out, Genet Hugues' face turned green. In the past four years, he stared at it day and night, never daring to relax.
"Oh my God, it's the "Mona Lisa". They, they really found it..."
"Damn it, there must be a traitor who tipped off."
While everyone was cursing the traitors, they saw an extremely frightening scene over there - those German soldiers carried oil drums into the castle.
"He, what are they going to do?"
"Oh my God, you can't do this..."
Genet Hugues, like the others, desperately slammed the door and shouted loudly, but no one paid attention to them. They could only watch the German soldiers pour gasoline into the castle.
"Oh my God, you are all a bunch of lunatics, lunatics... How can you do this!"
Amid the people's curses, the fire was ignited. Under the effect of gasoline, the fire burned quickly. In just a short while, the whole castle was burning with a fierce fire. Looking at the castle enveloped by the fire, Genet Huguet and the museum staff were all dumbfounded. They had gone through untold hardships to guard the rare treasures for four years, and they were buried in the sea of fire.
"You, how can you be so cruel? You, don't you know that, that is a cultural treasure belonging to all mankind?"
Genet Huguet shouted desperately, watching the fire devour everything. After the flames devoured the entire castle, George gave the order to leave with confidence.
As for killing, there is no need. The survivors will prove that the SS burned the treasures of the Louvre. Only a few paintings were taken away by the Germans, and the rest were burned by those Germans.
Let the Germans take the blame. It doesn't matter a bit anyway. The most important thing is that this fire will wipe out everything.
When the convoy left, George looked back at the castle burning in the flames. In order to destroy the bodies and traces, he poured more than ten tons of gasoline from the space. This gasoline was enough to burn everything in the castle!
You can't burn Versailles, but it's also fun to burn the things in Versailles, even if it's a fake burn...