Battle of the Third Reich

The living conditions of overseas bases are usually slightly worse than domestic ones, and many materials cannot be supplied from the local area, so that they will occupy a lot of logistics capacity.

However, the 406 base is in better condition than several new bases in the north of the Netherlands. They can ship supplies directly from the country. The noon banquet is particularly rich. Weierle even tasted the sturgeon roe imported from the Soviet Union last month. sauce.

This meal clearly exceeded the food standards set by the Germans, but Weierle would not blame the base commander for being too extravagant, nor would he ask the other party how to report.

There is also a normal need for socializing among senior officers. As long as they are not doing too much, no one will make a fuss about it. After all, this issue is too sensitive, and a lot of dead enemies will be erected if you are not careful.

A group of base officers sat at the table, and Weiler's plan to communicate in depth with Wolfstein during the meeting was defeated, because some words were not suitable for public discussion. After waiting for the meal to finish, Weierle declined the invitation of the base commander to enjoy a cigar in the smoking room, but asked the other party for a quiet lounge.

"Sit down, Major Wolfstein." Weiller took off his military cap and rested on the coffee table in front of the sofa, then picked up the crystal wine bottle on the side of the mobile wine cabinet and pulled out the stopper to smell it.

"Yes, General." Major Gestapo sat down on the sofa opposite.

"I read the report you handed in last week. How is your work going now?" Weiler poured some wine into a glass and pushed the glass in front of the other party.

"Thank you very much, General." Wolfstein hurriedly reached out to hold the wide-mouthed cup with a flattered look.

"What part do you want to know?" asked Gestapo.

"Let's talk about the sabotage organization first." Weyler took another glass from the wine cabinet and poured himself half a glass of brandy.

"This organization is much larger than we originally estimated, General." Wolfstein took the briefcase he carried with him and took a stack of documents from it and put it on the table.

"And the members are very complicated. We originally thought that the members were all leftists, but then we found that this was not the case. Some were just ordinary people who were dissatisfied with Germany. They even absorbed many anarchists and liberals." I opened a page and put a few photos in front of Weiller: "These are the leaders, these two are Danes, the other two are Norwegians, and this is the Dutch, only recently In the past two months, they have organized dozens of sabotage activities against German facilities."

"Someone is manipulating all of this behind the scenes, and these activities cannot be organized spontaneously with just a few people." Weierle took a cigarette from the cigarette case and lightly said the photo.

"We believe that Soviet intelligence agencies were supporting them. Two days ago we thwarted a sabotage activity in Copenhagen. As usual, the saboteurs carried German-made weapons, but this time a Ruger pistol was forgotten. File the production number on the gun machine and guess who is the original owner."

"Another arms we sold to the Soviet Union?" Weiler took the photo of the pistol delivered.

"Yes, General, I just shipped from Hamburg two months ago, and the destination is Riga, Latvia." Wolfstein replied.

"Is it possible for these people to touch the "gods"?" Weiler threw the photo on the coffee table and pulled out the lighter to light the cigarette.

"I can be absolutely sure that they didn't even know the existence of the "Gods" plan. The last thing was just a mistake." Wolfstein replied with a nod. Weierle leaned back: "I have read the investigation report, you think it was just an accident."

"It was totally an accident. They just randomly selected a German vehicle. Until the moment of the attack, they thought that the tanker was filled with aviation fuel." Wolfstein took two copies of the file from the pile of documents with his head tilted. file.

"This is the confession of the prisoner captured at the scene of the attack. This is the confession of the planner. It took us two weeks to catch the bastard, when he was about to board the passenger ship to Sweden." Gestapo seemed to recall What happened, a sneer sneer on his face.

"This idiot almost cost us half a ton of heavy water. This is nearly eight months of output from Northco Hydropower. If you let them succeed, do you know what it means?" Weiler asked with a frown.

"Major loss of empire property...General?" Wolfstein hesitated.

"It's time, Wolfstein, precious time." Weyler pushed the cigarette **** into the ashtray.

"These people have to pay for their stupid behavior. This organization must be eradicated immediately, and all the arrested prisoners will be sent to Germany for interrogation and screening."

"Await orders at any time, Your Excellency General." Walstein nodded.

The Gestapo is part of the Imperial Security Administration. In theory, Weierle cannot directly issue orders to the major, and must pass some necessary procedures.

"How's the other work going on?" Weiler lifted his glass and took a sip of brandy.

"It's not bad, we are doing everything we can to search for the experts on the list, but because of the war, some people have been hiding in the countryside, and some have fled abroad. There are missing files in the local police station. It’s been a lot harder to find. However, we have already gained a lot. At present, 39 people have been found, and there are a large number of hidden materials and materials.” Wolfstein reported.

"It is necessary to speed up. Major, if you feel that you have insufficient staff, you can transfer some people from the country. As long as it is helpful to complete the task, you can make any reasonable request to the superior." Weierle put down the glass and took it with him. A document was filed.

"General, I don’t lack manpower at the moment. What I lack is a professional technician in physics. My tracking and hunting are all good hands, but I can’t tell the difference between the ordinary account book and the technical information. This has increased a lot. The workload of the staff also wastes a lot of precious time." Wolfstein reported.

"This is a mistake. You will get the technicians you need, but wait until I go to Copenhagen. Do you have any schedule next? Major." Weyler wiped her cuffs.

"I was going to drive to Aalborg overnight." Wolfstein replied.

Weierle stood up and smiled and said to Major Gestapo: "Now it seems that your itinerary is about to change. I need you to go with me to Copenhagen and make a detailed report in front of the head of state."

"Wait a moment, General, am I right? Are you talking about the head of state?" Wolfstein bounced off the sofa.

"Your ears are okay, Major Wolfstein, but you don't have to worry, you will be given enough time to prepare for this report." Weierle laughed: "The head of state is still in Duolun, the Netherlands. I won’t arrive in Copenhagen tomorrow afternoon. I’m afraid I’ll meet you until the day after tomorrow.”

"The head of state went to Doren? Wait, isn't it..." Wolfstein suddenly thought of something, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"It seems that you have thought of it, Major." Weiler picked up the military cap and put it on his head. The single glasses flashed a cold light: "The exiled Caesar, our once loyal emperor, His Majesty William II."

PS: Thank you for your understanding, the state is recovering, the author will continue to work hard.