Battle of the Third Reich

Captain Binz Horne carried a briefcase in his hand and vigorously entered the door of the first-class restaurant.

"Hey, Captain, here!" An officer waved his hand near a table near the porthole and said, "Come and come and wait for you."

Horn walked over quickly, with a happy smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, I just have official duties, so you have been waiting for a long time." The captain of the army took off his military cap and nodded politely to the guests present.

"No, Captain, we need to know that we are at sea now, where there will be official duties to deal with." The officer is an ensign, but the military uniform belongs to the Luftwaffe.

"No way, they can find me wherever they go. I just came from the telecommunications room of the cruise ship. I stayed there all morning." Horne put the briefcase under the chair.

"Can I ask about the contents of the telegram?" The second lieutenant asked casually while beckoning the waiter.

Horn did not answer each other’s questions, but stared straight at each other’s face.

"Okay, forget this stupid question, Captain, I know the secrecy order." The Captain said with an awkward touch on his head.

"Surprised that you still remember this order, Lieutenant Krieger." Horne's mouth curled slightly.

"Leave me alone, I'm just a poor pilot. Please, Captain, just outside the ship's side is the legendary Red Sea. Can't you relax a little and enjoy this pleasant journey?" Lieutenant Krieger said playfully, taking He lifted the carafe on the table and poured Horne a glass of lemonade.

"Mr. Captain, I heard that you have been to many places. You must have seen a lot of interesting things. Can you tell us something?" The female companion sitting on the right of Krieger changed the subject.

"This is Miss Emily Dewar I mentioned to you, and next to her is her friend, Miss Liz Bron." Lieutenant Krieger introduced.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Dewar, Miss Bron." Horne nodded his demeanor slightly and greeted the two beautiful ladies.

"Well, that was a long time ago, when I was still studying at the military academy. I went to Egypt for one summer vacation and lived in Cairo for almost two weeks." Horne took the menu from the waiter.

"This, this, and this, bring me another bottle of wine." Horne pointed to the menu and said to the waiter.

"What kind of wine do you need?" the waiter asked respectfully, with a strong French accent in German.

"Burgundy Pinot Noir." Horn replied in fluent French.

"Okay, please wait a moment, Mr. Officer, our Burgundy wine is the best." The waiter put away the menu under his arm and then resignedly bowed down.

"He is right. The wine on this boat is really great." Horne said to a lady sitting on the left with a smile.

"Your French is very good, Mr. Captain." Miss Bron is a pure French beauty, with a pair of lake green eyes with long eyelashes, long brown hair and stylish curling up, showing the slenderness White neck, wearing a white skirt with an expensive price, but also set off a slim figure.

"Thank you, I learned from the previous landlord. He is a retired professor of linguistics. You don't need to call me Mr. Captain. You can call me Horn. Where did I just say? Ah, yes, Cairo, sorry." Horne took a sip of lemonade and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

"Who among you has been to Egypt?" asked the captain of the army, and no one answered his question.

"It's a place full of secrets, you never know what is buried under the yellow sand you step on. I once entered a mausoleum of a pharaoh, and of course the local guide took me to it. It is said that it was a second Pharaohs in the ten dynasty period are almost two thousand years old." Captain Horne showed off his knowledge, perhaps because of a French beauty sitting beside him.

"God, did you find the treasure inside?" Miss Dewar's eyes widened.

"Unfortunately no, there may have been countless treasures in it, but it was evacuated by local tomb robbers as early as a dozen centuries ago. As long as the tomb of the Pharaoh's tomb was lost, the local tomb robbers would immediately remove it Looted completely." Horn continued to show off his knowledge.

"But, isn't it a pharaoh's curse? Aren't the tomb thieves scared?" Miss Dewar asked curiously, Tutangkamen's curse was already world-renowned at this time, allegedly from 1922 to 3 In the eight years of zero years, Pharaoh's curse has killed twelve people, and the power is not accurate, but this efficiency is really enough for Egypt.

"I don't know the ancient Egyptian scripts, and I don't know any curses, but the walls of the mausoleum are engraved with the names of many tourists from the Roman Empire era. Splius visited here and the like." Horn said to the so-called Pharaoh's curse was completely dismissive. If the curse was so useful, how would ancient Egypt lose its country and exterminate its species.

"This is the first time I have heard of this, Karuz, you are right, Captain Horne is indeed a polymath." Miss Dewar said to Lieutenant Krieger.

"Karuz?" Horn turned to look at the Air Force Lieutenant, with a teasing expression on his face.

"Not as you think, Captain, Emily and I have just known each other for two days." Krieger said with an awkward smile.

"Emily?" Horne held up the glass and covered his mouth with a smile, the man really got darker.

"Your lunch is ready, sir." At this time, the foreman came with several waiters holding the tray, and rescued the Air Force Lieutenant from embarrassment.

"This is the oyster soup you ordered, the oxtail soup of the young lady, the seafood soup of this gentleman, and the creamy mushroom soup of this young lady." The foreman reported the dish name, and the waiters put the soup plate in front of several people.

"This is the Burgundy wine you want." After the foreman held the bottle to Horn, he used a corkscrew to pull out the cork.

"Please enjoy." After pouring a glass of wine for several guests, the waiter turned back respectfully.

"Wish." Krieger pondered the toast with a wine glass.

"I wish the Head of State good health!" Horn lifted his glass.

"Wish the head!" Krieger quickly met.

"I wish the world peace forever." Miss Bron interjected.

"Wish peace." Horne nodded slightly, then raised his head and swallowed.

"Captain Horne, I heard Karuze say you are about to disembark in Marseille." Putting down the glass, Miss Duval asked with a smile.

"We are going to take a train from Marseille back to Berlin, where is your destination? Maybe we can still get a partner along the way." Krieger interjected.

"Sorry, Karuz, we two are going to Cairo." Miss Duval said.

"Go sightseeing?" Krieger asked.

"Go to work, a relative of Liz participated in an archaeological team, they are missing an ancient writing expert, so I specially invited Liz to pass over. Don't look at me like this, Captain Horne, I just accompanied Liz to go by the way, Sightseeing in Egypt, I don’t know anything about these ancient things.” Miss Dewar waved her hand and said that she wasn’t just pasting Horn, she was indeed not an expert in this field.

"That's a shame, I thought we could have a pleasant journey." Krieger's mood became a little low.

"Lieutenant Krieger, I didn't have time to tell you that we are not going back to Berlin for the time being." Horne scooped up a spoonful of seafood soup.

"What's the matter? Captain, is it because of the telegram you received in the morning?" Krieger lowered his spoon in surprise.

"Yes, the itinerary has changed. We will disembark at Suez and then head to Cairo, where we will accept new orders." Horne blew the thick soup in the spoon.

"You're not kidding, right, Captain, please tell me this is not a joke."

"I wouldn't joke about my work, second lieutenant." Horne lowered the spoon with satisfaction.

"Then you are going to Cairo too." Miss Dewar asked happily.

"Yes, maybe as Krige just said, we can have a companion on the road. You didn't tell me that you are an expert in ancient writing." Horne turned and said to Miss Bron.

"You never asked me, Mr. Horne." Miss Bron had a mischievous smile on her face.

"If you don't mind, please let Lieutenant Krieger and I take you to Cairo, Miss Bron, know that the road from Suez to Cairo is not easy to go, and there is a large desert desert in the middle. There are often smugglers on the road. Haunting robbers, beautiful ladies like you, pay special attention to safety." Horne took the wine glass.

"It won't add any trouble to your work." Miss Bron asked quietly.

"It doesn't matter, it's the way down anyway, so it's settled like this." Horne made a decision for the other party directly, and then turned his head to ask Krieger: "You will fly the plane, right."

"Captain, I'm the trump card in the squadron." The pilot felt that he should have been molested.

"I mean the big one." Horne gestured with both hands.

"How old?"

"They prepared a transport plane for us in Suez, but no driver."

"No problem, as long as it carries wings and an engine, I can fly it to the sky." The pilot said, patting his chest.

In front of a beautiful lady, this time you must be proud.

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