Battle of the Third Reich

"Sorry, is it a letter from the family?" Lieutenant Loire, with a tray in his hand, walked into Hanster's room.

"Oh, it's my younger brother. He is serving in the armored forces. Well, this is the photo he sent." Lieutenant Hanster picked up a photo next to the envelope and gestured to the French lieutenant.

"It's a handsome guy, are we here to eat?" Loire asked, lifting the tray.

"Oh, just put it on this table, thank you, Loire."

Hanster stood up a little embarrassed, removed the chair beside the table, and made way for Loire.

"There is nothing good in this place, but the wine is not bad."

Loire placed the tray on the edge of the table, and Hanster helped him place the food tray on the table.

"It's better than camping outside. I'll get the cup." Hanster set up the knife and fork, and then walked to the four-legged cabinet with the water bottle at the door.

This is an unusual village in North Africa. Most of the villagers make a living from grazing and making handmade products. Because they are on the side of the commercial road and have clean water, there are often caravans here to stay and recuperate.

The elders in the village are very knowledgeable. They simply pooled some money to build an inn to provide board and lodging services to businessmen with good economic conditions. At the same time, they also sold the special products of the village and some tools that must be carried in the desert to travelers passing by. With supplies.

"Is the captives settled?" Hanster put a glass of water in front of Loire.

"It's all settled. Sergeant Renn took the three soldiers to guard the captives. They will be responsible for the night tonight." Loir undid his napkin and shuddered, then tucked a corner between his collars.

"Persevere for another night, we will be able to reach the Lucien station tomorrow. This time the soldiers and sergeants are very fortunate. After returning, we will give them a few days off." Picking up the bottle, Hanster released The wire buckle at the mouth of the bottle pulled out the cork stopper.

"It smells good, I don't know how it tastes." Hanster poured a glass of wine for Loire.

"Relax, I have tasted this wine, and you will remember its taste. Hanster, how are you going to write this report?" Loire struggled to cut the bacon on the plate with a knife and fork.

"According to the truthful report, some soldiers performed well and deserved awards." Hanster filled his glass with red wine, refilled the corks, and put them on the side of the table.

"Hey, you know I'm not referring to this." Loire put down the knife and fork, and picked up a piece of hard bread from the bread blue.

"You mean those Italians and robbers?" Hanster also reached for a piece of bread and put it on a plate, then reached out and pulled out an iron medal in his pants pocket and put it on the table.

"This is the baron's identity card. You've heard the robber's confession. This thing is more complicated than we thought." Hanster took the napkin and wiped his hands, then stretched his hands to break the bread.

"Talking about your views, I believe you have figured out some ways. I have been thinking about this thing along the way. If I don't understand the truth, I won't be able to sleep at night." The French lieutenant scuffled The trimmed beard on the upper lip stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Then you drink two more glasses. You are right. This wine is really good. It should help you get a good night's sleep." Hanster put down the glass, smashed the fried egg with a fork, and applied the egg liquid to it. On a piece of bread.

"Hanster, don't be like this. I know you already have an answer in your heart. Look at the success of our cooperation this time and tell me what you found." Loire swallowed the food in his mouth and used A flattering look stared at the German second lieutenant.

"Okay, okay, it's okay to tell you, anyway, in the end you will also sign the name on the mission report." Hanster said with a bread loaf in his hand and shook his head helplessly.

When the German second lieutenant told the French about his discovery, he would not have thought that just over a hundred kilometers away from them, a mysterious figure gathered in a hotel in the coastal town of Shaankh, Libya. The same thing.

"Bashir failed, but finally did not cause serious consequences, and there is still room for recovery. Now the superior wants to know whether things can still be carried out according to the original plan." A man with an Arab headscarf covering his face sank Said.

"This idiot almost messed up everything. Now that his identity has been exposed, what should we do with him next?" a man in a suit and a Turkish red felt hat said angrily.

"He didn't reveal his true identity, and the other party only discovered his disguise at most." He was talking about a thin-faced old man wearing a black priest robe.

“It’s pointless to discuss these now. I think we should discuss them first. What should we do with him now, whether we should move him to hide elsewhere, or simply send him back to China.” This is a tall and strong man wearing a The washed blue shirt was whitish, the sleeves were raised high, and there was a conspicuous scar on the forearm of the muscle coil.

"If you want to send him away, then the speed must be fast, the Italian will soon notice something is wrong, and eventually will find Bashir's head." The masked man said.

"How many days do you expect?" The strong man asked.

"At most a week, it won't be late, don't forget the true identity of Baron Anthony." The masked man ripped off his robe.

"Damn, I warned Bashir not to be reckless. This not only failed to complete the instructions of the superior, but also lost an armed force that was finally supported." The Turkish hat gave a strong punch to the table.

"Now, what is the use of these, and besides, Mehaned did not seem to be as reliable as that. Anyway, he provided some ammunition and funds. He also returned a lot of the things we robbed, and he said that he did not cause any damage. "The priest persuaded.

"Mahaneh and his team have been providing me with the mobilization of the French garrison, and also collected a large amount of confidential information about the equipment and personnel of the French army. His value is more important than all of you think. "The Turkish hat pressed the dissatisfaction in my heart, and said in a harsh tone.

"But now, after years of painstaking management, I was screwed up by a self-righteous bastard. I was so painstaking to introduce him into the team of Mehaned. This is how he returned my trust in him. Pig, my brain, I ask the superior to deal with this matter strictly."

"How to deal with it strictly, you talk about it." The priest finally sink his face.

"I doubt his loyalty to the organization, it is likely that he has been bought by the French." Turkish hat said with a straight face.

"You! How dare you say such a thing, you know what it means" After hearing this, the priest's face changed, and he looked at the Turkish hat with frightened eyes, as if he knew this colleague for the first time.

"Comrade Lorenzo, you are responsible for what you say. This is not a joke. You know it may affect all of us." The look of the strong man also changed, and he looked serious. The Turkish hat, or Lorenzo, said that if he was careful, he would find his arm hanging on the side of the body trembling at the moment.

"Enough is enough. Comrade Lorenzo’s opinion has some truth. We can’t let go of any suspicious clues. Let’s look at Bashir in a secret place first. The superior will decide how to deal with it. I will take the meeting today. The content record is submitted, and I can now discuss the issues before me." The masked man tapped his finger on the desktop.

Hearing the masked man's words, the priest's face suddenly turned pale and looked like a dead man.

"Comrade Burka, Bashir has his own superiors to make judgments and deal with them. Don't forget your own identity. Don't you have any opinions about this," the masked man said sullenly.

"No opinion, I firmly obey the superior's arrangement, Comrade Grove." The priest quickly bowed his head to show obedience, and looked at the cold sweat on his forehead with a sleeve.

"Well, I personally believe in your loyalty to the motherland. I won’t talk about these issues now. I just want to know whether the tasks given to you by the superiors can be completed. We must get the things in the hands of the French. I can now. Tell you clearly that this is an order from Moscow."

Grover, the masked male, stood up and walked to the wooden leaky window. He pushed the window open and pointed out the rows of brick-roofed flat-roofed houses glowing in the hot sun.

"Are you going to stay in such a ghost place all your life? I don't have such an idea."

Grove left the window and strode to the strong man's side, patting his arm.

"Comrade Pietro, you should have the same thoughts as me. Your wife and two children are at home. They are always looking forward to your return. I also have a wife and children, and I don’t want to be here. After five or six years, I returned to them with the smell of camel urine." Grove did not wait for the other party to reply, and he walked to Lorenzo again.

"I know you have invested a lot of effort here, but I think you also understand that this is not a place for a man to build meritorious service. A talented and capable intelligence officer like you, your superior should transfer you to Europe and France , Go to Germany, go to Britain, go to America, go to any place that is important to the great motherland, not this heavenly murderous colony of only sand and camel dung." After that, Grove still tried hard Pressed Lorenzo's shoulder.

Finally, the masked man walked in front of the priest, looking at the other person's unrelenting appearance. He shook his head and didn't speak. Although he couldn't see the expression on Grove's face at the moment, his body language was already clearly shown. Issues.

This Burka comrade has been designated as a scapegoat by Grove, who makes this old guy always like to look like an old qualification, and do not take his group leader in his eyes. And this time it happened to be a problem with the person he developed by himself. Grove knew that it was impossible to explain to the superiors such as Bashir, and Burka’s identity and level were just right, and he was indeed in There are some old relations in China, which can be used to make some articles.

"Comrades, this is the best opportunity to show your ability in front of the superior leaders in Moscow. You will not believe how many comrades are envious of us. If we can complete the tasks entrusted by our superiors this time and satisfy the superior leaders, Comrades, I think you should imagine what will happen, and a bright future will be displayed in front of us.

Want to repatriate in the country and reunite with your wife and children? Want to jump out of this stinky hell? Want to get rid of the trouble you caused? Everything depends on your performance this time, and now I ask you again. Can the task assigned to you by the superior be completed according to plan? Grove walked to the window and turned around to ask, sharp eyes under the Arab headscarf scanning the faces of his men.

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