Battle of the Third Reich

On a hot summer day, there is no trace of wind, and the sparse sidewalk trees are no longer able to isolate the scorching heat of the hot sun. They curl up their leaves and endure the hot torture silently, and a scorched smell of that kind of tar when floating in the air melts. .

Mexico City, another highland city, this beautiful and huge city still maintains her lazy and calm style under the hot sun barbecue.

There are few pedestrians on the streets of Mexico City in the summer, especially on the hottest afternoon of the day. If not necessary, no one will be willing to leave the cool building and run to the street that has become an oven to suffer.

The Coyocan area in the southwest of Mexico City is a secluded villa area. People living here generally live an enviable life of food and clothing, so in these days, the streets here are even more invisible. , Quiet and serene like a pure land.

However, this tranquility was quickly broken by people. A new Buick 40, a spotless blue body, a dazzling chrome bumper and a rim cover came slowly on the narrow tree-lined road. Scrupulously showing off the host's good financial situation.

The car stopped in front of the gate of a magnificent and tall villa, and two attentive Mexican servants ran up quickly to pull open the slightly irony gate decorated, and then humbly stood in the road Bian Jingying welcomed their master home.

The car didn't enter the door. The driver opened the door and jumped out of the car. He stood on the side of the door with his arms on his back and yelled angrily at one of the servants. The clean Spanish spewed out like tide.

"Gonzalez, I remember telling you on the phone that beige paint is used for the outer walls. You see what they are doing now!"

The driver asked some workers who were lazily brushing the wall while holding a brush on the scaffold beside the external wall.

"I've already confessed to them, sir. Beige paint on the outer wall..."

The servant didn't seem to know why the master was angry. He ran to the master in panic to explain, but when he looked at the master's finger, he closed his mouth immediately.

"Is this beige? This is earthy yellow. Are they having problems with their minds? Who would want an earthy outer wall? Do they think this is the barracks of the French Foreign Corps. Look at what they have done to make me beautiful What's wrong with my villa, it's really stupid, how could I call such a group of fools. Gonzalez, why don't you watch them work, I told you that you must supervise this group of idiots, otherwise It will go wrong, now you come to clean them up, I have to see a beige exterior wall before dinner."

"I will arrange for them to rework, boss, it must be done before dinner."

The servant nodded vigorously and agreed.

"Remember, Gonzalez, before dinner."

The young owner resentfully returned to the driver's seat, closed the door vigorously, and started the car into the villa.

Gonzales watched the car drive into the villa, he shook his head and turned to look across the street.

This narrow street is full of Spanish-style old villas on both sides. Unlike other villas, the villa opposite looks like a military fortress.

The beige wall outside is unusually tall. From the paint, it can be seen that the upper part is recently built, and the top of the wall is also erected with a greasy wire fence.

The elegant window sill of the small building facing the street is equipped with iron guardrails, and the closed windows are inlaid with steel plates. Two well-dressed Mexican scrutinizers stood beside a black iron gate by the fence, and they were now looking curiously here.

"American."

Gonzalez spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders at the other with a bitter smile. The two insights suddenly realized that he shook his head sympathetically at Gonzalez.

The car was parked in the garage, and the owner entered the villa through the side door beside the garage.

"Is everyone here?"

After handing over the car keys and bowler hat to the maid who greeted him, the young owner asked in a low voice.

"All are here, they are waiting for you in the lounge."

The pretty maid answered quietly.

"Very good, Lucia, are your luggage ready, we are leaving tonight."

"It's ready, sir." The maid agreed with a smile.

"Gentlemen, keep you waiting."

The young man walked into the lounge, and now in this spacious room, sitting or standing, gathered more than thirty heavily armed burly men, all of whom were wearing the tan combat uniform of the Mexican Army.

Seeing the young man walk in, the soldiers who stood up nodded respectfully and nodded to him.

The young man slowly glanced around the people in the room, and then said in a deep voice.

"The time for action is up and everything is going according to plan. I solemnly remind you here that Your Excellency is very concerned about this action and we must succeed. You are all the elite of the empire, I believe in your abilities, I do not want to Say more, for the head of state, for the sake of Germany."

"For the head of state, for Germany."

A low roar echoed from the room.

"Very good. Now let's go to each team according to their respective teams, and finally check their equipment again. Our opponent has left their residence and will be here soon. It's time for you to show your strength, I believe you don't Will disappoint the empire."

The young man whispered.

"Understand, Major Welbey, we will tear them to pieces. For the sake of Germany, for the glory of the Eye of Odin."

The leading man of the burly shape stepped forward to respectfully salute a military salute, and the young man gave it back neatly.

"I believe you, Captain Schneider, wait for my final order after taking the seat. Remember, the action team must be fast after the attack begins, and we cannot afford to fail."

"Relax, major, this is our major."

The big man smiled and picked up the Thomson submachine gun hung on the back of the chair, pulled out the drum and looked at it, then reinserted it and loaded it neatly.

"Everyone should check their weapons again, turn off insurance, don't escape, and check their own ammunition and equipment."

Schneider turned around and ordered to his men.

"The first group followed me, the second group followed Lieutenant William, the support group followed Sergeant Slater, and we started."

"Observe, sir."

"Finally, I would like to remind you one more, after entering the villa, pay attention to identifying the target and do not fire casually. Remember, our task is to bring the Leo Tolosky family and his assistants to Europe intact to the head of state. Before that, we must ensure the personal safety of the target. And our Russian opponents, if possible, try to keep alive. You have already remembered the appearance of the target, except for the main target and the secondary target, everyone else will kill. Operation can't leave any witnesses, understand?"

"Understood, sir."

The German commandos answered loudly.

"Very good, everyone, wait for my order."

"Observe, sir."

The soldiers picked up their weapons and followed their respective commanders out of the lounge.