Battle of the Third Reich

The two servants brought a huge copper basin and a bucket of fresh water. After Julian thanked the master again, he took off the **** turban and robe, squatted in the corner of the yard and began to wash up.

At this time, on the second floor of the luxurious residence on the side, a pair of sharp eyes was observing the French in the courtyard through the Arabic-style carved leaky window.

"You're right, although it's a layman, it has potential." The observer turned around and lit the pipe in his hand.

"Lieutenant Colonel, do you think he will believe in Nabhani's story?" A man stood aside and asked respectfully, looking at his clothes, and it was a robe in the two-man group on the roof.

"In your words, would you easily believe a stranger's words?" The man known as the lieutenant colonel sat down on a chair by the window and picked up two envelopes on the side table.

"It is the allowance for your mission. I have already arranged the vehicle. You will leave here this afternoon. When you reach the base in Tunisia, a special plane will take you back to Europe."

"Thank you very much, sir. I regret that the operation was not completed successfully." The man in the robe took the two bulging envelopes with both hands and nodded his thanks to the boss.

"No, you have done well enough. Captain Hasbach, your performance is very good. I will specifically point this out in the report. After the superior confirms the results, you will all receive the award from the headquarters." Lieutenant Colonel Twice the pipe and smiled to the robe.

"And you, Lieutenant Kram, I am very impressed with your marksmanship." The lieutenant colonel clicked the sniper sitting in the corner of the room with a pipe.

Now the sharpshooter was nibbling on a burrito with a cold ale on hand. Hearing the commander-in-chief's appreciation for himself, he quickly stood up and nodded his thanks to the chief.

"Your mission has been completed and I am very happy to work with you. I really want to transfer you to my department. Well, okay, don’t be nervous, just kidding, I know, talents like you The headquarters will definitely not let go easily." The lieutenant colonel was in a good mood at this time, and even joked with two young officers.

"Sir, I know I shouldn’t ask that, but I really want to know what the purpose of this operation is and what important documents this man carries. We need to mobilize so many dark lines for this. Know Once accidentally exposed to the enemy's eyes, our losses will be difficult to measure with numbers." Captain Hasbach finally at last gathered courage and raised the question that he had been entangled with him for more than half a month.

"Captain, you also know that this is a top secret, not something your military officer of this level is allowed to know. When you asked this question, you already violated the discipline. I can write this in the report. I believe you know what is waiting for you. How severe the punishment will be. Now I think I haven’t heard this sentence, and you don’t have to mention it anymore.” The lieutenant colonel immediately dropped his face and stood up to the captain seriously.

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir." Hasbach stood upright and thanked the superior in a whisper.

The lieutenant colonel nodded slightly, then turned and walked to the window to look around in the courtyard. At this time, Julian had completely relaxed. He was serving with two maids, eating a delicious lunch.

"Captain, did you hear of [Cosmos] when you were training at Odin's Eye headquarters?" the lieutenant colonel turned his face and asked to Hasbach.

"No, I have never heard of it, sir." The captain thought about it, then shook his head firmly.

"That was an action planning team formed by Germany's best intelligence personnel and industry experts. I am also one of them. Rest assured, I will tell you that this is not a violation, because I believe that you will be killed sooner or later. Absorbed into this group, you have the talent and potential in this respect. Lieutenant Kram, it doesn’t matter if you hear it, anyway, even if you say it, few people will believe it." The lieutenant colonel raised his mouth, facing the desire to avoid suspicion. Kram, who left, waved his hand.

"This operation was planned and directed by [Big Cosmos] in the back. This group is only responsible for the head of state, and only listens to the command of the head of state." The lieutenant colonel looked up and looked at a painting on the wall. It seems to be caught in memories.

"You can’t imagine how powerful Odin’s Eye is. The strength exposed now is just the tip of the iceberg, so Captain, I hope you won’t make the same mistakes as today. I don’t want to see a good person because Your own recklessness and death. You are the backbone of the future of the empire, and one day you will take over the old guys like us and take charge of the shields and swords that defend the security of the German Empire. So I hope you keep this in mind, don’t let me Regret for today's decision." The lieutenant colonel warned the captain with a strong heart, just as he admonished his descendants.

"Yes, sir, I swear to the great head of state that I will do everything in my power to never let you down, sir." The captain was grateful and ashamed, and he stood up and saluted the old man in front of him.

"Me too, sir." The sniper stood still and saluted.

"This is the news just sent from the Libyan intelligence station, they are in contact with the thirteenth." Bruce Ian handed the message in his hand to Kirsten.

"What to say over there in the UK." Kirsten frowned and stood up with the telegram to the desk next to him.

The communication department of Odys Eye has a department-independent communication system. It maintains communication with spy networks around the world every day. The intelligence collected from various places is continuously gathered here by radio waves, and then sent to various parties after screening and identification. The specific responsible department team is in the hands.

Interestingly, when the naval maritime operations command in the same building is busy, it will come to the Odin's Eye long-range radio station to directly direct the group of submarine commanders to the group of huskies like Sahuan. The German submarines communicated the orders of the Naval Command. Of course, this was also recognized by Deniz, and it was not a leapfrog command.

"The British haven't got the relevant report yet, their intelligence has been delayed." A communications staff reported.

"They are inquiring about the reason, it should initially look like an accident." Another staff member added.

"Zuwara launched a backup plan there, which has stabilized the 13th, but has not won the other party's complete trust." Ian walked to the side of the beverage table and opened a bottle of Coca-Cola.

"We don't need to gain his trust, he's just a bait thrown out. Is the file still on him?" Kirsten put down the telegram and picked up the cold coffee on the table.

"Aini, give me a hot drink." The colonel summoned his adjutant.

"Okay, Colonel, what else do I need?" the beautiful female adjutant asked softly.

"Please find the report I sent yesterday from Bucharest, the one I marked," Kirsten commanded with a smile.

"Observe the order, wait a minute, Colonel." The adjutant bowed to his command.

"It seems that the document is still on him. Fortunately, our intelligence officer was present, otherwise it almost fell into the hands of the Italian." The staff reported.

"Let the Libya station write a detailed report. In addition, find a way to check whether it is a real accident. Notify the French intelligence agency that we need to send some fake news from their channels to confuse the Italians' judgment." Kirsten ordered it.

"It has been confirmed, Colonel, the ninth has completed his mission, and the package was safely delivered to the other party." A staff member put down the phone and reported to Kirsten aloud.

"Number nine? Where did he end up?" Kirsten stood up and walked to the map on the wall.

"Stolbqi." The staff reported.

"In this way, seven people have succeeded, if the number 13 is added." Ian walked to Kirsten with a bottle of Coca-Cola.

"So I must keep an eye on the thirteenth. He has encountered more problems than several other knights. Our people have intervened too deeply. If we do not deal with it carefully, we may be found by the other party. I don’t want to be careless because of this one. The mistake caused by the other party’s suspicion and vigilance will eventually affect the success of the entire plan. If the situation shows signs of runaway, you can deal with the 13th and all the hidden dangers together, erasing all traces of our participation, I believe Libya The commander knows what to do." Kirsten picked up a pen from the table and turned it around her fingertips, a habit of calming her mind.

"Lieutenant Colonel Obius? Indeed, he is a legend in my mind." Ian nodded slightly.