Battle of the Third Reich

"Colonel?" Looking at the rank on the shoulder of the other party's uniform, the platoon leader suddenly stunned.

"Colonel Kirsten works in the headquarters." Ronst reminded him kindly when he discovered the grotesque expression of this new friend.

"Commander?! You mean, supreme command?" Craig became more nervous, but that was the core command of the National Defense Force.

"Don't be nervous, Hans, Colonel Kirsten is a very good person. Didn't hear Mersey Tess call her sister?" Ronst stood up and waved at Kirsten. Wave.

"Sorry, I was temporarily delayed by something, Scott. Hey, look at what I brought you, Mersey Tess." Kirsten greeted Ronst first, then crouched down He hugged the little loli that threw up.

"Lollipop? Oh oh! Lollipop!" Merset Tess was an easy-to-satisfied little boy, and she happily carried the lollipop given by Kirsten.

Germany does not produce sugar cane, but there are sugar beets. Since the founder of the Prussian Academy of Sciences in the mid-eighteenth century, the famous chemist Maglave discovered the ingredients of sucrose in sugar beets, after nearly half a century of manual selection and cultivation, the final Germany cultivated sugar beet varieties with extremely high sugar content, and began to grow large-scale domestically in the early nineteenth century, with the aim of reducing Germany's dependence on overseas cane sugar imports.

To say that the French have a history of planting sugar beet earlier than the Germans, Napoleon’s French Empire was blocked by the British sea at that time, France can no longer import cane sugar from overseas, how can a sweet-loving dwarf bear this, so he is in France Promote the cultivation of sugar beets as an alternative source of food sweetness.

The modern sugar industry in Germany began to develop in the early 19th century. The fruity hard candy produced in Germany in the 1940s has become world-famous and has become one of the favorite supplies for the soldiers of the National Defense Forces.

"It must look expensive." Craig thought secretly, and just looking at the sugar paper wrapped outside, he knew it was a product of a famous store.

"Introduce to you, this is Mr. Hans Craig, John's best friend. He is now serving in the Cyprus Army and is a sergeant platoon leader." Ronst enthusiastically served Kerr Sten introduced.

"Good luck, Sergeant Craig." Kirsten greeted with a smile.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Colonel, no, I mean lady!" Craig stammered and stammered.

To say that he has been shuttled between the regiment commanding organs, the colonels and generals he has seen are not a lot, but in the face of this beautiful female officer, he is inexplicably nervous.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Craig, not in the barracks now. Don't forget that we are here for a picnic." Kirsten extended his hand generously and shook hands with the strong communications platoon leader.

"Yes, Mr. Colonel, Abu, ma'am." Craig blushed and replied loudly with his head raised.

Gold grinned desperately, his buddy seemed to be saved.

"Looks like a soldier. They shouldn't have known each other before." Just beside the river not far from Ronst's location, his eyes were staring nervously at the scene.

"Is it all photographed? This should satisfy the above." The man pressed down the cap of the cap, and said to his companion in a low voice.

"It has been photographed. I don't feel very good now. Is it really necessary to do this?" The speaker pretended to be casual, closing the camera's holster carefully.

"This is the superior's order, and we can only obey unconditionally." After the man twisted a blade of grass sticking to his pants.

In fact, his heart is as full of anxiety as his companions. Since he learned the identity of the target to be monitored, the agent's heart has no idea how many malicious curses have been issued to the first deputy people's commissioner who ordered it.

Can you imagine how you will end up secretly monitoring the Minister of Internal Affairs and People's Committee in Moscow? If found here, the consequences will not be different.

As field agents of the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs, they have received extremely strict espionage training. They once confidently thought that they could cope with all dangerous situations, but at this time and here, they really felt the fear of deepening into the bone marrow. At the moment, I was like dancing at the edge of the wolf's nest, and still deliberately bare my hips.

"Just at your eleven o'clock, two people, dressed as traveling college students. Don't disturb them for the time being, look around and see if there are any associates." Two hundred meters away from the two Soviet agents at this moment In a postal truck parked on the roadside of the park, a major SS officer in a black uniform of the General Security Administration gave orders to the walkie-talkie in his hand.

"Understood, the monitoring is continuing." A reply sounded from the walkie-talkie.

"The action team, is it in place?" The major picked up another walkie-talkie.

"Already in place, sir, we can act at any time." A dull reply came from the walkie-talkie.

"Keep on standby."

"Understood." Worthy of being the elite directly under Odin's eyes, the answer is short and clear.

"This is a gift to the first deputy people's committee, I hope he will not be surprised." The SS major said to a middle-aged man in a black suit sitting beside him.

"I thought the colonel was a little risky. I didn't expect to be able to catch fish. You can rest assured that Gestapo will receive orders and will cooperate with the action of the Eye of Odin as long as I give orders, Immediately began to arrest the targets on the list." The Gestapo chief nodded proudly.

"This is a war, and our goal is to win. Colonel Kirsten told me at that time, since the other party's leader is an amateur, then he just has to knock his head hard, The remaining enemies will solve it for us."

"I don't understand the meaning of this sentence."

"Actually, I don't really understand it."

"Maybe this is the gap between us and her."

"It seems so, so she is a colonel, and we will always be a major."

"Hello, is it too pessimistic to think this way?"

"Have you read Nietzsche's book?"

"No, why did you ask this."

"Give you a suggestion, don't read it in the future."

The two secret police chiefs were sitting together and chatting happily.

At the same time, in the Quirinal Palace in Rome, the head of the empire was holding a bowl of **** soup in his hands and curled up on the warm bed.

"Have you started there?" The head of state blew the **** soup, carefully sipped, and immediately frowned.

"It should have started, Kirsten planned very carefully." Weiler sat at the round table by the window, flipping through a document in his hand.

"How is the "fluffy bear" plan going?" Xu Jun tried to swallow a big mouthful of **** soup, and ordered what he ordered, and he had to drink it if he didn't like it.

"The Russian side has been notified, my head of state, the time is set on Sunday. Marshal Keitel is personally responsible for the reception, and with Bolman's cooperation, I believe there will be no mistakes." Weierle stood up and put the document Put it on Xu Jun's hand.

"I didn't expect Stoffenberg to break the case as soon as he arrived in Shanghai. After he retired, he might consider opening a detective office." Xu Jun put the remaining half of the bowl of **** soup on the bedside table, and then opened it. That document.

"This matter must be handled with care, my head of state." Weiller made a suggestion respectfully.

"Do you mean to dilute the influence and sell it to the Japanese for a favor? But the news should have been circulated locally. The Third Reich does not need to cover up crimes for the Japanese at this time. In the final analysis, we are the victims. Xu Jun took the pen from Weiller and wrote a reply under the document.

"Let Ribbentrop go to negotiate with Oshima, and order Shanghai to sort out the evidence, and then write a detailed report to submit. To the Goebbels Telegraph, the headlines of the German newspaper tomorrow, just put This news was published, which is like the normal reaction of the Third Reich." Xu Jun closed the folder and handed it back to Weierle.

"So what about the Special Envoy's visit to Japan? Will it continue?" Weiler asked for instructions.

"The visit does not need to be cancelled, it is still according to the original plan, but until Marshal Blumberg recovers, I believe that in the next few days, the Japanese will desperately please the marshal."

"Yeah, it's really enviable." Weiller echoed with a smile.

"Okay, let's move on, what is the next document?" The head of state regained Jiang Tang.

"This is a submission on the US military delegation's visit to Germany. This time the Americans prepared a large team of more than 300 people and wanted to conduct a full-scale visit and inspection of the German Wehrmacht."

"Why didn't anyone mention this to me before?" Xu Jun asked in surprise.

"This was arranged by Minister Niu Wright, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has just heard the news."

"Now Wright? This old guy would really trouble me. But now I suddenly have a new idea, Weiler."

Xu Jun drank the **** soup, and then smiled like a fox at the chief of staff.

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