My German Empire

"Hey! Hey!"

"hurry up!"

Through the moonlight, it is dilute to see a huge deep pit in countless people to mild the shovel in his hand. Their clothes are covered with dust, the sweat on the face and dust, and draw a black trace on the cheek. But they also guarded, and they will dig the iron drums and baskets. Each of the people who have been tied to the top of the truck. Some people quickly push down the trolley to the river that is not far away, pour the soil into the river, and punch it by the river.

After a while, some people on the pit have a rope feet and asked. "How much rice?"

"15 meters!"

" !"

"I am exhausted!"

A group of big hamenters in the pit is almost simultaneously on the ground, screaming. These days have come to them in addition to digging pits or dig. During the day, the camouflage net sneaked, and didn't dare to light up at night, and only the moonlight was touched.

Today is finally dug.

After a break, one of them stood up. "Go, the mission is not finished yet."

Dozens of people climb out the big pit in the rope ladder. "Everyone has worked hard. There are fifteen minutes, ready to convey."

At this time, the corner of the 10 kilometers away, a train in the distance is slowly swallowing. The bend here is too steep, and the train speed is slightly faster. The train head has just passed through the corner, and the railway slamming a healthy black shadow rushed to the train, the feet were angry, climbed the train.

If Yinik is in place, I will sure the German version of the railway guerrilla.

puff! puff! puff!

Three drivers, drivers in the train head, the three people in the train head cab, the maintenance workers have not responded to the ground.

The second and third compartments are fuel carriages (coal and water), carefully open the door of the fourth carriage, looking for it from the door, seeing a snoring Soviet soldier, even There is no alert.

In fact, this can not blame them. Starting from Spain to the goods, this road has their nerves to always be highly tight. Now I finally entered the Soviet Union, I can't get to Moscow for a few hours, and the nerves are not relaxed by their own. This relaxation, the fatigue that has accumulated these days will not be in the past.

Until the door opened all the door, I didn't see a awake.

Four exterior images are the M3 assault gun muzzle of the lubricant gun points to these more than 30 soldiers in these more than three sleeping.

"Three, two, one!"

"Surgical"! "Four guns simultaneously spurt the flame.

Each carrier has four special forces, almost a moment of helping the golden army, and there is no.

The special player headed will lose the M3 submachine gun of the light bullet. From the waist, take a Kirt M1911A1 pistol, go forward, all the soldiers who are still in the squadron will make up a bullet.

After playing a magazine, he changed the new magazine and sighed. "Sliced, those American can make this pistol, feel good."

The players followed by his back. "I prefer P38."

The last person is dissatisfied. "Stupid, who makes you speak German ?! What should I do in these guys? What should I do if I have a bullet on my head?

"Yes!"

In the fifth carriage, there is a deep knife with a deep knife with a very pure English. "I want you to be Mr. Alexander Mihailovic, Ollov, is it to be called the US Bank's representative Blackston?" This knife scarred, is Otto Skor.

"You, who are you ?! What do you want to do ?!" A pale Ollov didn't understand anyone so bold,

The face of Skortz is revealed, and it owes it slightly. "Please let me introduce yourself. I am from the Mr. Roosez President Franklin. Mr. Roosevelt, I came back to get the gold belonging to us. Mr. Ollov is really noble. Your task will not belong to the United States Does the bank's gold transported to the British reserved? How? Lost? Send it to the Soviet Union? Comrade Stalin does not let you leave, I see him want to swallow this gold? "

Ollov faces, can't move with your mouth. His mission is the direct assignment of Stalin, and Stalin people hit him regardless of the Spanish how to pay with him, he must refuse and reject anything related. He persuaded that the Spanish government gave him a certificate of certificates to presented various levels. Certificate, Ollov became the representative of the Bank of America called Blackstone, in order to safely, it will belong to the US Bank's gold to Britain.

How can these people know this clear?

But see Skolz looks at the watch. "Do you contact every 30 minutes to ensure safety? There are still ten minutes, what is this security password?"

Even this also know? Ollov's heart imitation fell into the ice cave. Is it a traitor in Moscow? And the level of this traitor is definitely low, at least participated in the programs of this transportation.

Skortz took a Golden M1911A1 pistol from the gun, and the muzzle pointed to the same war. "What is the security password?"

The communicationman is open. "Ice and snow."

The muzzle in Scorz refers to Ollov. "Oh, is this this? Mr. Ollov?"

"..." Ollov hesitated!

Because the correspondent is lying. "Ice and Snow" is the last security password. If you send a duplicate security password, you will know that it is something wrong. One moment he considers whether to do a real security password to exchange the chance of life. This guy is not a tough guy who is decentralized. The original time and time he finally defeated to the United States.

Seeing the look that hesitated on the Ollov, it seems that the thinner correspondent slammed to the radio. As if it is a slow motion, the communicationman's finger pointed to the radio, and the bullets injected from the Kortist pistol are accurately drilled into his temple.

Looking at the communicationman who is unwilling to fall, Skorz is sighful. "Take you with you." Said that the team was called next to him. "What is the security password this time?"

The player took a book from the pocket and turned a few pages. "This time is 'Polar Bear'. 'Ice Snow' is the last security password."

Ollov completely collapsed, weakly on the ground, muttered on his mouth. "How is it possible, how can it be ?! How can it be ?!" These people even have a clear second, and there is no use, it seems that he is dead today.

Skortz is strangely looked at the eyes of the eyes, and the mouth is constantly repeating the two sentences of Ollov, and a shot ends his confusion.

At this time with the harsh whistle, the train pulled the brake and slowly stopped.

I have already waited for a dozens of people on the side of the big pit to rush to the cargo carriage.

"!" The door of the carriage was opened from inside, and the bloody bloody smell of pungent. The person who opened the door rushed. "It's fast, we have no time, hurry to unload!"

The rapid rack of a group has long prepared belt, start the motor after the Migi climbed the carriage, and start moving the whole wooden box in the car to the conveyor belt. The car is also guarded by each conveyor belt, and after each of the more than ten boxes of gold, it will move the belt, and the boxes in the large pit are allowed to accumulate.

"From those villagers to pull two people. To be a strong point." There is a small village outside of a kilometer, there are more than a dozen people. In order not to leak the wind, they had to tie all of these villagers. It is good to be a rare traction here, even if these people are missing, no one is noticeable.

Soon there are two strong villagers being pressed into the train, Skortz is also unused, and the Soviet correspondent is taking a gun, and one through the two villagers.

The players next to it can't help but have a good shape. "Captain, what are you doing?"

The face of Scorz is dew. "This is confused. Hang your submachine gun on this village." Talking about the corpse of the collar of Ollov, and throwing the body directly into the big pit.

Just fifteen minutes, and the gold box filled in several cars has all fallen into the big pit.

In the front of the head, Skor is just a player. "There is a small town in front of 30 km. In the transportation plan, the train will not stop in that, directly open the past. After 20 kilometers of the town, the train will pass a cliff. The roadside will have a slow-speed warning light, see that After the signal light, add the speed to the maximum and then jumped. Understand? The train will lose control over the cliff. After you go to the North, you will go to the north, you will find a railway. "

The team member is heavy. "I understand. These I have already remembered my heart."

Skortz took his shoulder. "That's good, don't forget our identity, in case the danger can never let the enemy can't catch the enemy." After jumping down the train, looking at the train slowly, driving forward.

All things are thrown into the big pit. Motor, conveyor belt, even dozens of villagers' bodies pushed in. There is also three meters deep in the big pit. However, this is also so deep that is deliberate.

"Hurry to fill the soil, you must be consolidated every half rice!"

There is no heavy equipment such as road rollers here. The special forces can only use the most primitive approach, and they haven't come to the rough wood in the village or find a boulder, tied it with a rope, and several people have throw them up to let them fall to the ground.

They have been busy to dawn, they will erase all traces, and there is no matter what happened here.

Bang!

Looking at the increasingly thick dark clouds in the sky, there is an exciting smile on the face of Scorz. "Haha, it seems that this rain is not small. It's really Tianyou Wushui!" Although they eliminate the traces of the scene as much as possible, they can encounter someone carefully, still find some flaws.

Now, this heavy rain will also brush the last traces, and will not leave any clues!