Battle of the Third Reich

Just as Dougan and Wehrler were chatting, there was a burst of laughter from the little girl in their ears. The two couldn’t help but look up, only to see Miss Ilya sitting on Randolph’s shoulder. The yard was spinning around, and the little beagle was also at the foot of the major.

Today can be regarded as a celebration day for this girl. Since the day of her birth, she has never contacted so many people, and has received praise and favor from so many people.

The head of state liked this girl very much, and this alone was enough to make her a darling in the command post. What's more, little Elia was very cute in appearance and very lively and cheerful, reminding the married officers and soldiers of the little ones in her family. Daughter, I loved her in my heart.

The little girl was crazy to play. After dinner, she was taken by Randolph to almost every corner of the place, and even climbed onto the head of the car. The car shone under the lights like a mirror. Into the number four tank.

"Don't be excited, Colonel. The child looked very happy, and the head of state also agreed." Weyler blocked Dougan who wanted to step forward.

"I'm not that kind of unreasonable person, general. I want to explain to Randolph tomorrow's work. But forget it, let him relax and wait for him to talk about it on his way back to Berlin tomorrow." Root stamped out the cigarette butts, Randolph temporarily escaped.

"The head of state is going to send a trustworthy ministry to Egypt." Weierle turned his head and said to Dougan.

"About the Ark of the Covenant? What do you think, General, will it be just an old hoax. After all, it has disappeared in history for 2,500 years, and those ancient records have already turned into dust. I I always thought it was just a legend compiled by a Jew. Even if the relic had actually existed, it might have already been destroyed by war." Dougen frowned, half doubting.

"The Ark of the Covenant did exist, just like the true cross. There are clear records in history, and it was also lost in the flames of war, and was split into firewood by the Saracens. So far in Europe, there are fragments of the true cross everywhere, of course, most of them I can't prove my source.

But we haven’t found the slightest trace of the Ark of the Covenant so far. If it does remain in Egypt, it is likely to be intact. It will be the greatest discovery of this century. Think about it, a true holy Things, a miracle in the world. Found and discovered by the Germans, Dougan, do you know what this means for the Christian world? "Weiler took a deep breath of cigarettes, and then spit out a long cloud of smoke.

"I dare not imagine, General." Dogen replied seriously.

"It means that the sanctuary of God returned to the world and handed his authority to the Germans." Weierle said with some excitement.

"But I remember that according to the record, we should send it back to Jerusalem." Dogen had read many idle books and remembered seeing this prophecy.

"This is something in the future. We have to keep our eyes on our eyes, not to say that we don’t need to have vision. I don’t mean to be too high. If this sacred object does exist, it must be in the hands of Germany. I cannot yet estimate It has real value, whether it is political, religious or cultural." Weierle patted Dougan on the shoulder.

"I'm going to suggest to the head of state that Randolph is responsible for this matter, what do you think?"

"Hand it to Randolph? Are you crazy? General." Dogen's eyes widened in surprise.

"Hahaha, you should really look at your present expression, Dougan. Well, okay, I'm just making a joke. This matter will be handed over to Odin's Eye to follow up throughout. The overall responsibility is Kirsten." Weiller laughed, patting Dougan's back comfortably.

"You are really kidding, General." Dogen said with a bitter smile on his forehead.

"However, Randolph does need to go to Egypt. The head of state needs to get first-hand information. His identity is not very sensitive and will not attract other attention. If it is you and me, the situation will be very different. No one will believe that we went to Egypt just for a vacation. Unlike Randolph, he has always been active and has such a lively personality." Weiller didn't know what words to use to describe Major Randolph for a moment. character.

"If it is a short-term business, and the head of state agrees, I will not stop it." Dogen said with his head down.

"Since this is the first decision, I hope you can communicate with him in advance, after all, to go to distant Africa, and the task is very important."

"I will talk to him specifically, General." Dougan nodded and agreed.

"That's good, I believe he will gladly accept this task." Weierle smiled.

"According to his character, it's really hard to say." Dogen took off his military cap and touched the head.

While the two heads of state were discussing the "strategic issue" by a barn, the underground torture chamber of the Roman Model Military Prison is now performing a **** drama.

As the iron tongs slowly turned, the suspect tied to the seat let out a heartbreaking wailing, but the perpetrator looked like he didn't even notice it. He arranged his nails in front of his boss neatly. , With a serious attitude, is like a biology student submitting a test paper to a professor.

"Huh!" Obviously the student failed the exam. In exchange for his hard work, the boss uttered a disdainful mouth.

"I said it, there is no beauty at all." Jurgen turned his head and said to Zimmerman.

"Yes, major, I agree with you." Zimmerman echoed respectfully.

The major in front of him, but the man who once appeared in the nightmare of the Brandenburg training camp students, only spent half a year. This man successfully infused his somewhat distorted aesthetic concept into the then second lieutenant Zimmerman’s head, and according to the lieutenant, the victim of that period was not alone.

"It's enough, take this person down and bandage it." Jurgen stopped the executioner's atrocities, and he waved his hand to take the poor prisoner out of the room.

"It seems that the soldier does not know anything. It should be just an outside line, not worth wasting time on him." Lieutenant Colonel Kaufman said with the confession he had just obtained.

"I just want to see if Sergeant Claire's technology has improved, but the results have disappointed me a lot. Sergeant Claire, you should usually read more technical books to enrich your knowledge, and you can go and Peer exchanges in other countries to strengthen your business level. Next month, the General Administration of Security has a program to communicate with Scotland Yard. I hope you can sign up." Jurgen is like a teacher publishing an assessment, that strong man The sergeant who is like a bull is like a shy student at this moment, nodded with blushing face frequently.

"We've seen so many prisoners, and you must have an intuitive understanding in your mind. Next we should take the next step, major." Kaufman put the confession to the corner of the table and leaned back in the chair. Speaking from the back.

"I still haven't seen a few people on the list, I want to take a look at them all." Jurgen held his forehead and flipped through the documents in his hand.

"As you wish, Major, then take the next prisoner." Kaufman straightened his body again.

"This one hasn't been interrogated yet? I want to interrogate him personally." Jurgen turned his face and looked at Kauffman.

"No problem, I'll hand it over to you now, major." Lieutenant Colonel Gendarm shrugged.

With the sound of the chain, a man in his forties appeared to be slipped in by two German strong men. This Italian man has a standard Mediterranean face, and a standard Mediterranean hairstyle on his head. Only the thin black hair on the side and the middle scalp are shiny.

Judging from the Italians of this age, this one is obviously overly blessed. Don’t look at the height of only about one meter and six. The weight has obviously exceeded 90 kilograms. This fat man is standing there holding a beer belly. The German bet that he would never see his toes when he bowed his head.

At this moment there is only one set of underwear left on this fat man. I wonder if he was picked up by someone after he came in, or if he was dressed like this when he was arrested, but Jurgen was obviously not interested in exploring what it was.

"Anzio Leonardo Giovanni, butcher's owner." Zimmermann put a file in front of Jurgen.

"I don't see that this fat man has a conviction? Suspected of commercial fraud, forging contracts, and using fake government documents. Only a fine of 20,000 lira was imposed? These are all serious crimes. How did he get away from the judge?" Yu Ergenqiao Frowning one side.

"Italy is different from ours. He may have bribed the officials concerned." Zimmermann said.

"This shows that we are in front of a very smart criminal. I like to deal with smart people, especially the criminals in front of you. Don’t look at this clumsy appearance, they often give you a surprise, I I remember meeting such a guy in Berlin, who stood on the electrocution rack for a full five minutes, and made the room full of fat aromas. You know that I did not have lunch with several other interrogators. It's a kind of torment." Jurgen smiled and told his colleagues this terrible story in skilled Italian.

Giovanni was almost crying, and the little fat man's entire face was wrinkled. Because his mouth was stuffed with a cloth, he could only look at the talking officer with a praying eye, hoping that the other side would be able to respond Poor Giovanni was more compassionate.

"Okay, Mr. Giovanni. I know what you are thinking, I think I can get away from us, I can only say sorry, if you can’t give me a satisfactory answer, you can’t be safe. Leave from this room." Jurgen said with a smile.

"Now remove the group from his mouth. Before I want to remind you, before I ask you, you are not allowed to speak a word. You can speak only if I allow you to speak. Everything depends on your own performance. , Your safety is actually in your hands, I hope you can understand this. Well, let him go." Major SS ordered.

An executioner released his hands behind his back and pulled out the cloth in the mouth of the fat man. At this time, he could see that Giovanni was indeed a wise man, and he immediately covered with his hands Closed his mouth.

"Very well, you didn't disappoint me, please sit down, Mr. Giovanni." Jurgen nodded with satisfaction, then gestured to both sides, the two strong men stepped forward to lift the Italian fat man, and then thrown in In the blood-stained chair.

"Mr. Giovanni, now let's make a game, you don't have to be afraid, if you cooperate, no one will hurt you." Jurgen's face with a kind smile, the two German strong men are busy The clasp that locked Giovanni's limbs.

"Look, I have a pen." Jurgen picked up a pen on the table.

"I still have an apple." The major picked up an apple in the fruit basket with the other hand, and the little fat man looked blankly at the officer in black uniform.

"Then uh" Jurgen inserted the pen into the apple.

"I have an apple pen." The German major said with a smug smile.

"Then you will see that I have a pen." Jurgen picked up the pen in front of Zimmermann, then stood up and walked to Giovanni.

"I still have a head." The SS Major's expression changed, grinning and holding Giovanni's back, the sharp nib of the pen stopped in front of the little fat man's eyes, and the Italian couldn't help but let out a cry of horror.

"Slap!" A crisp slap, fanned the fat man to Venus in front of him, and when he recovered, the sharp nib appeared in front of him.

"I warned you that you can only make a sound if I allow you to speak out. This is a small punishment to help you deepen this memory." Jurgen squeezed the Italian's neck tightly. Shen Sheng said in his ear.

"Okay, let's continue the previous game. You see, I have a pen and I still have a head, and now I just need to" Jurgen made a move that inserted Giovanni's eyes.

"So what do you get? By the way, you can answer, Mr. Giovanni." The Major Major SS asked with a smile.

"A pen in the head?" The Italian shuddered his teeth, and looked at the officer in front of him with horror.

"Wrong, you will get a dead man! You idiot!" Jurgen gave the little fat man a hard brain.

"Okay, the game is over, Mr. Giovanni. If you don’t want to be a pen, then just do what I said and do it now. Now let’s see you on your balcony yesterday morning Everything, what you encountered, what you saw, what you heard, all told me in detail."

The SS Major put the pen on the cap, and then walked slowly back to the desk.

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Thank you. (To be continued.)