Battle of the Third Reich

"You have been studying this thing for a long time. What did you find." Lieutenant Colonel von Kauffman picked up the bottle on the table and poured himself a small half of brandy.

"It should be a very special password, which needs an expert in this field to decipher." Zimmermann closed the folder in his hand.

Now they are in a very ordinary office, the decoration style is full of Italian flavor, the green grass pattern wall cloth is affixed to the four walls, the floor is covered with floral mosaic tiles, and the wall is surrounded by a circle of waist-high carved wood The wall panels are made, and the four corners of the ceiling of the room are inlaid with decorative patterns carved by plaster.

The door on the right side of the room is covered with a layer of brown leather, nailed with round foam nails wrapped in the same color leather, and the leather is filled with zong silk and natural sponge. This was the most popular soundproof door at the time, which was effective To prevent the sound inside the house from coming out of the door, there is a same door on the left side of the room, which leads to the innermost interrogation room.

"This can be handed over," Lieutenant Colonel Kauffman said suddenly stopped here, because he found the handle on the door turned.

Immediately the door was opened from the outside, and a figure in a black uniform stood at the door. The light in the room shone on the depressed brim, and the face of the visitor could not be seen for a while.

"You look surprised? Hope I didn't disturb you. Good evening, gentlemen." As the lieutenant colonel was about to ask, the latter walked slowly into the room with a cane.

"Major William Jurgen, the General Directorate of Imperial Security. Hi! Reinhardt!" Jurgen handed the cane to his left hand and raised his right arm to salute.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" Kauffman and Zimmerman quickly stood up and bowed their arms to salute.

"Heinrich von Kaufman, the headquarters of the African Army." Kaufman reached out to Jurgen.

"I've heard of you long ago, Lieutenant Colonel, and especially your actions in Poland are impressive. It's a pleasure to meet you here. It is my personal honor to work with you." Jurgen held The lieutenant colonel’s hand said compliment, but the hidden meaning behind it was not as wonderful as it was literally. The major had apparently retrieved the lieutenant colonel’s personal information before coming.

"Nice to see you again, Major Jurgen." Zimmerman didn't hide the surprised expression on his face.

"I know what you are thinking, Lieutenant Zimmerman. I was sent temporarily. Three hours ago, I was still tasting lobster in a restaurant in Parga." Jurgen and Lieutenant shook hands and then Gu Zi walked to the sofa.

"Parga?" Lieutenant Colonel von Kauffman looked at Zimmermann in doubt.

"In Greece." Jurgen answered the Lieutenant Colonel's question readily.

"What's the situation there now? It is said that the Italian soldiers refused to surrender to the Greeks." Kaufman walked to the side of the wine cabinet and took a clean wine glass.

"It has been solved. The Greeks agreed to protect the safety of prisoners of war. Those in the mountains love to kill the prisoners, leaving almost no alive." Jurgen put the briefcase on the coffee table and slowly sat down on the sofa with his walking stick.

"What do you want to drink? We have brandy, whiskey, gin, and this kind of hard liquor, which tastes like alcohol." The lieutenant colonel asked.

"Bring me whiskey, thank you." Jurgen smiled and nodded his thanks.

"Major, have you heard about me before you came?" Zimmermann sat across from Jürgen, and he asked a little nervously.

"Of course, I brought you a treatment plan, Lieutenant." Jurgen lowered his face and looked at Zimmermann seriously.

"Your bold action this time really opened our eyes. When I heard the news from the Telegram at the headquarters in Berlin, did you know what I felt at the time?" Jurgen said, staring at the lieutenant's eyes. Zimmerman shook his head blankly.

"I feel like I'm getting old, because I would never dare to do it instead." The Major Major SS shook his head and said, Zimmerman's heart was half cold.

"I will take my responsibility. I was prepared for the thought when I made the decision." The lieutenant's expression was a little stiff, but there was no slight regret in his eyes.

"I also think that the lieutenant made the right choice. For Mussolini, we have worked out a plan, this time only a few days earlier." Kaufman was a very important part of the original plan, so The disposal plan for Mussolini has long been known.

"What I know is that this is the decision made by the head of state. Do you disagree with the decision of the head of state? Lieutenant Colonel von Kaufman!" Jurgen took off the military cap and put it on the coffee table, then Opened the briefcase in front of him.

"Of course it is not the case. You should hear what I want to express. If this is indeed the decision made by the head of state, I will never have any objection to this." The lieutenant colonel's frightened face changed, and he quickly spoke Denied it.

Jurgen glanced coldly at Kauffman, then took out a bulging paper bag from his briefcase. Loosen the sealing line at the mouth of the bag, and the Major Major of the SS pours out a delicate carton and a document from the paper bag.

"German Army Lieutenant Günter Francis Zimmerman, in view of your active and effective actions in the Italian campaign and your outstanding contribution to the victory of the empire, the Imperial Command decided to award you a sword Cross medal. This is the medal and certificate. Because of the special circumstances, there is no special ceremony for honoring." Jurgen's face with a mischievous smile pushed the carton and documents to a ignorant face. Zimmerman.

"In a few days you will also get a photo of the inscription by the head of state personally. This is a rare reward. The head of state looks forward to your continued efforts to make greater contributions to the empire." Jurgen sat up straight body.

"Congratulations, Lieutenant Zimmerman. You may be called a captain in a while, and you will be promoted soon."

"Congratulations, Captain. And you, Major Jurgen, you just deceived us all, I thought" Kauffman finally breathed a sigh of relief. He walked forward with the glass and handed it over to Ergen.

"Thank you, why did you want to say why? Lieutenant Colonel." The Major Major SS asked with a smile.

"It's nothing, just forget it, please forget what I just said, Major Jurgen." Kaufman felt that there was definitely a trap inside, and it was not a good idea to carry on this topic.

"After the order is communicated, the next step is a question of work. What is the progress on your side now?" Jurgen picked up the glass and put it on his lips.

"Three people have already confessed. Sergeant Ludwig and his men are inside. Are you going to take a look now?" Zimmerman pressed the excitement and put the medal and documents on the side of the coffee table. I was almost given a heart attack by the major just now. In fact, I had already learned the power of this predecessor when I was trained in Brandenburg, so the lieutenant can only express helplessness at the moment.

"Wait later, Ludwig is an expert in this area. Although the means are somewhat lacking in aesthetics, I never doubt the final effect. Have you heard of their deeds in Paris? These are the Japanese. "Juergen took a sip of whiskey.

"This wine is good. I usually don't drink at work, but today I need something to be active and active. You know? Gentlemen, we are making history. What people will see in books in the future is all what we tell them. "Ulgen finished drinking the whiskey in his glass.

ps: Continue to ask for votes, thank you for your support, and when the end of Italy is over, it is time to change the scene. (To be continued.)