Battle of the Third Reich

"Follow me closely, don't make a noise, no matter what happens, you must listen to my instructions." Naizar whispered to the French.

He deliberately put on a dark gray burqa, a blue-black headscarf, and a wide-blade hunting knife in his waist. Now he looked more like an assassin. Julian had always thought that this man was a native of Pappal, and later learned after talking that he came from Algeria.

The temperature in North Africa fell very quickly at night, and Julian wrapped his Arabian robe tightly, still feeling a little chill. Nabhani gave the French a Nagham pistol for self-defense. Julian had never used this brand of runner, but he thought the roasted blue on the gun was pretty.

The French changed a light blue cotton robe, a navy blue headscarf, and put a machete in the waist like Nazar. His baby rucksacks were now well placed on his shoulders. He carefully checked the contents and remembered that they were intact. It was clear that no one had turned this unassuming baggage when he left to take a shower. These Arabs will never know the true value of what is inside, Julian secretly despised it.

"At night, the Italians rarely patrol, but today the incident happened during the day, maybe the night patrol will be specially arranged. We can only walk through the alleys and try to avoid the main street." Naizhar finished Patted Julian on the shoulder, then trot along the alley quickly.

Although the Italians established a colonial power grid, but the power generation is pitiful, there is only a small substation in the town, which can only provide night lighting for a few core roads and major government agencies. The surrounding area is completely covered by night. in. Fortunately, the moonlight tonight is very bright, just like laying a layer of light blue fluorescent gauze on the roads and houses. There is no need to worry about the problem of not seeing the road.

The French followed Nizar through the streets, and the two walked around for a while. Julian estimated that he could run for almost three or four kilometers. Finally, Nazar was in a small house. Stopped in front of the hospital.

"You are very lucky, Mr. Julian, you haven't met the Italians along the way. The person you are looking for is waiting for you inside, hurry in, I'll stay outside and look for you." Nazar pushed gently behind With Julian's hand, he held the hunting knife in his waist and hid quietly in the shadow beside the yard.

Julian nodded at the Algerians in the shadows, then stepped forward and gently knocked on the courtyard door.

The people inside had been waiting behind the door for a long time and heard a knock on the door, and asked in a small voice: "Who is it?" in Italian.

"I'm Urga's friend, and he asked me to bring you some gifts." Julian whispered in fluent Russian.

Then a burst of latch sounded and the courtyard door was opened.

"Please come in soon." a man called in the shadow behind the door.

Julian quickly hurried into the courtyard. After peering out and looking around the door, he closed the door gently and reinserted the latch.

"Go inside and talk inside." The master turned and said to Julian.

This is a very ordinary North African adobe flat-roofed house. It looks like it is temporarily rented. There are few furniture in the room, only a table and chairs, two vertical cabinets and a brick couch with wool blanket .

A kerosene lamp was lit on the table, illuminating the small room. After looking at the furnishings in the room, Julian turned to look at the owner.

The other party's first impression of Julian is that this is a man full of strength, whether it is tall physique or the eyes full of oppression, all disclose this information to Julian.

The man wore a tawny Arabian robe and a black waistcoat, and shaved his bare head without a turban. A square face with a clear outline, a tall nose bridge, and a beard on the lower jaw. Because of the light, the color of the eyes is a little unclear. It may be dark brown or grayish brown, or other similar colors, anyway. It doesn't matter much to Julian.

This is a person who once joined the army. Julian smelled a similar breath from him, and the other party's soldiers tasted more strongly than him. Perhaps the elite troops who participated in the actual combat, the French swallowed secretly.

"Down with the tyrant." Dahan stepped forward and extended his right hand to Julian.

"Power belongs to the people." Julian took the opponent's hand excitedly, shaking it vigorously.

"Fortunately, I was waiting for you for three days. I almost thought you would not be there, Comrade Julian." Dahan's face also showed a touch of excitement, and he squeezed the French hand tightly.

"It was delayed for two days at the border, but fortunately it caught up." Julian secretly broke free from the other's hand and took off the shoulder sling and put it on the table.

"My name is Sergey Vladimirovich, and my friends call me Xie Liaosha. You can also call me that, Comrade Julian." Xie Liaosha rubbed his palm and took it from the cabinet beside the bed A wine bottle and two wine glasses came out.

"Actually, my surname is Legrand. Comrade Daryl Ludwig of Fahs asked me to say hello to him for him." Julian smiled and took a drink.

"It doesn't matter what, I think the name is pretty good, and it sounds very pleasant. In addition, Daryl lives in Tunisia. He doesn't have a surname of Ludwig. He should have a surname. I like you very much. This is the quality that a good investigator must possess. Comrade Julian." Xie Liaosha sat at the table, pulled out the cork, and poured wine into Julian's glass.

"Vodka is very good, unfortunately only this is left." The Russians also filled themselves with a glass.

"Come, in order to celebrate your safe arrival." Xie Liaosha raised his cup and leaned back.

"Thank you." The French knew the power of this thing, so they just took a sip.

"Are you here alone?" Xie Liaosha pushed a small plate on the table into the middle of the table, which contained some goat's milk cheese and a few shrivelled cucumbers.

"A friend came with me. He is looking out at the wind now, Naizar, you should know him."

"Oh, let him stay outside. These Arabs have very strange thinking. They always feel that there are some problems here." Xie Liaosha extended his index finger and circled around the temple.

"Okay, don't talk about him, Comrade Julian. Bring everything. I hope there is no damage along the way." Xie Liaosha put down the glass, grabbed a cucumber, and dipped the salt on the side of the plate. He bit off halfway.

"It's all here, I haven't opened it and the seal is intact." Julian pulled out a cowhide envelope from the sack and handed it to Xie Liaosha.

"It looks okay." Xie Liaosha wiped her hands on the clothes and took the envelope to examine the seal and lacquer carefully.

"Then let me send this thing back to the country personally. Comrades have been seriously hit in the past few years, but we have not been discouraged. Everyone believes that the darkness will eventually pass, and that the great Soviet will one day renew Back to the people.

Facing those brutal and cunning opponents, we need new ideological weapons to arm ourselves. And this is the most powerful weapon in our hands. Every word in it will make the tyrant and his running dogs afraid that even the soul will start to tremble.

As long as we continue our struggle, the final victory must belong to us, to the real Bolsheviks, to every proletariat on the Soviet territory. Xie Liaosha touched the cover of the cowhide envelope and excitedly told Julian.

"I also believe in this, so I will be here not too far away and put this package in your hands, Comrade Xie Liaosha. Not only does this package carry the comrades of the Fourth International to you The support of the cause also includes Comrade Trosky's earnest expectations for you. I hope you can make good use of these things and fight hard to overthrow the tyrannical rule of the tyrant." Julian lifted his glass.

"For the Soviets."

"For the Soviets, and for the health of Comrade Toroschi."

"For Comrade Trosky's health." Two like-minded men raised their glasses and drank.

"In addition to the new manuscript of Comrade Toloski's article, there are also the latest minutes and documents of the Fourth International Conference. In addition, there is also a handwritten letter from Comrade Toloski to some comrades in the country. So you must be extremely careful and you must not let These fall into the hands of the tyrant's running dogs, which is related to the lives of countless comrades. There is a self-destructive device on it. If you encounter an accident, you can tear the lacquer hard and pull the seal tape. The white phosphorus fire tube inside It will start, and this flame cannot be extinguished even with water." Julian Xie Liaosha seriously pointed out how to operate the device.

"Please rest assured, Comrade Julian, I know the importance of it. If I am unfortunately sacrificed on the road, I swear I will destroy these documents before swallowing my last breath." Xie Liaosha solemnly assured Julian.

"You will be safe all the way, and our sacred cause will surely be successful. When the victory arrives, we will drink a great wine together."

"Of course, Comrade Julian, we must be able to see the day when the red flag is inserted all over the world." Xie Liaosha poured the last vodka in the bottle into the two men's glasses.

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

Julian drank the spirits in the glass at once, and the two men's hands were tightly held together again.

ps: The second chapter is presented. Looking back, I feel that the chapter names of these two chapters are not good, but as long as the content is satisfactory to everyone, the name is just a codename used to find the chapter.

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