Battle of the Third Reich

Let go of the German Head of State's strategy here, let us turn back to the starting point of the incident in the Egyptian capital Cairo.

Lieutenant Colonel Randolph knew well before his departure that he was not an archaeological material at all. No matter what goes up and down Egypt, what old and new dynasties, Randolph has no idea about these things.

He knows the allusions to the prisoners of Babylon, which is recorded in the Bible, but the real story is told to him in detail, but it is Himmler, the national leader of the SS. Randolph has a deep memory of this matter because Halfway through the story, Himmler often giggled inexplicably.

"Don't bother me with that kind of trivial thing any more. If you have any questions, just ask Dr. Taylor. He is an expert in Egyptian history. I just sign the report." Randolph sat by the campfire in the yard, flipping his hand. Barbecue fork.

"It seems that you are quite leisurely. This smells like lamb?" Captain Horne's voice sounded behind him.

"It tastes the same, but this bunch of meat is mine, and I won't share it with you." Randolph turned his head and glanced at Horn.

"You're really mean, Hilde." Horne took two strings of raw meat from the iron pan on the table, and then walked to Randolph with a folding Maza.

"Aren't you going out for dinner with that Miss Bron? Why did you run back to grab my dinner." Randolph turned the kebab over, and the squeaking fat dripped on the redwood firewood Above, the air is filled with a unique smell of lamb.

"Her relatives were found in the desert and had just been sent back to Cairo. She was anxious to visit him in the hospital now." Horne inserted the skewers on the wooden grill and walked away from the ice bucket on the side. Here took out a bottle of light beer.

"Why didn't you go with her?" Randolph picked up his military cup and raised his head to take a sip.

"I did want to go, but Liz didn't agree, maybe she didn't want to let her family find the relationship between us too early." Captain Horne refilled Randolph's glass, and then re-tightened the resin of the beer bottle The cork is locked with the wire clip.

"Yes, after all, you are a German army officer." Randolph patted Randolph's shoulder.

We adjusted the time back to five days ago. After coming out of the airport, Miss Bloom and her friends went to the downtown of Cairo in a SS limousine, but they found it only after finding the residence left by the relative. It was already empty. The German officers volunteered to ask the neighbors, but only got a bunch of fear and blank eyes.

In the end, the SS members arrested an inconvenient Egyptian police officer, only to find out that there was indeed a French archaeological team stationed here, but just one morning two days ago, these Frenchmen suddenly left the station. Never returned.

The French left a lot of luggage, equipment and equipment in the house, it seems that it should not be gone forever. Only because the French have paid the landlord half a year's rent in advance, the landlord will take care of these items before the rent expires.

The Egyptians have seen more foreign archaeological teams who want to find monuments in this land. These greedy and crazy guys are either in pursuit of wealth or for reputation. Once they find important tombs or ancient ruins, they will often be one or two in a row. Zhou Du was soaked in the desert, so no one would call the police for tenants missing for a few days, because this is a common thing in Egypt.

The German then released the Egyptian patrol who was overweight, and gave him a tip in good faith, and reminded him that he needed to lose weight, otherwise he would not be able to escape the robber when he fled.

Unable to find the relative, Bron and Miss Dewar lost their footholds in Egypt, so after repeated invitations from Krieger and Horn, they followed the Germans to the SS station. Krieger and Horn didn't know how much rhetoric was spent before the two French beauties agreed to live here temporarily before the relative of Miss Bron returned.

The SS itself is rich and rich, not to mention the enjoyment of Randolph, who loves to enjoy. The SS headquarters specially commissioned the German embassy in Cairo to pack an entire high-end hotel in the center of Cairo to receive this well-received head of state. Trusted personal adjutant.

As a result, Randolph and this group of roasted guard flag team members spent only one night to decorate this beautiful Victorian hotel as a Hitler's wolf den.

I only saw a row of black eagle banners flying against the wind on the front wall. The bright red 10,000-character flag on the top of the porch flagpole flew in the wind. A bunker was placed at the gate with a sandbag, and the SS guards with black helmets stood tall With a brand new mg40 machine gun in his hand, Jin Cancan's bullet belt shone dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Obviously, this group of German SSs did not take the local British garrison in their eyes at all, so some forces hiding in the dark began to become excited. They looked forward to seeing the British response to this. The best It was the fierce conflict between the two sides, but the end result disappointed these people. The arrogance of the British garrison towards the Germans was completely left unchecked, and it seemed that they did not care at all.

It seems that the rumors of an ally between Germany and Britain are indeed not catching the wind, because in the British style, they will never tolerate this kind of thing happening in their own territory.

This discovery led some people in Cairo City to step up their activities, while others chose to stay dormant again. In the latter’s eyes, challenging the declining British Empire is already an adventure. If the opponent is more powerful In the Third Reich, it is no different from suicide.

Randolph was unaware of the dark tide surges beneath Cairo's water. He still had the task assigned to him by the head of state awaiting completion. Of course, before that, he had to play the role of a detective and take the truth about Horn and Krieger's distress Originally excavated.

When Randolph was trained in the SS, he learned some superficial investigative techniques, but that's all. Where will he investigate what case? This SS lieutenant colonel is not a pupil with glasses after all, he doesn't have this at all. Talent. (Randolph: Colonel Colonel, do you know Conan? (?v｀) Dogen: Of course, do you want to see him, sir, do you want to see him first? Eat my great sword! (╬￣￣) Convex)

Sir Fay of the United Kingdom said he would cooperate fully, but Randolph spent half a day, but the investigation work has been slow and no progress, and he lacks knowledgeable investigators.

If you ask the officers and men of the guard flag team how to fight a close combat, then each of these people is an expert, but asking them how to investigate the case and tying this group of people together is not as effective as a military police.

Randolph can only send a report to the Headquarters Base Camp, describing his encounter and the situation he currently has, and finally asked for the help of the Eye of Odin, let them send some professionals to Egypt to assist in the investigation, if possible If so, it’s best to bring more Gestapo over.

It was Kirsten who responded to the telegram that she told Randolph not to worry, that there was an agent of the Eye of Odin in Cairo, and that there was no need to deliberately transfer from the Berlin headquarters. As for the Gestapo he wanted, it happened that there was a team of experts from the State Security Administration in Sicily, Italy. She had already given orders to the Sicilian side, and Randolph could see them in Cairo about six hours later.

Colonel Kirsten's calculations were very accurate. Sure enough, on that evening, Randolph received the experts from Italy at Cairo Airport.

The leader is a major SS guard, wearing a new sand-yellow tropical uniform, a tropical helmet of the same color on his head, and a black-painted cane in his hand.

"Hi! Heinhardt!" The major handed his cane to his left hand and raised his right arm to salute him.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" All the Germans present were supposed to drink in unison, brushing their arms high on the tarmac.

"Nice to meet you here. I am Lieutenant Colonel Hilde Randolph." Randolph reached out to the major.

"Major William Jurgen, the General Administration of Imperial Security, has long heard of your deeds. Lieutenant Colonel Randolph is able to work with heroes like you. It is an honour for me and these men." Jurgen held Randolph. The hand is respectfully slightly lowered.

"Have you heard of me?"

"Of course, there are many stories about you circulating in the General Security Administration."

"This is not a place to talk. Let's get in the car first. Major Jurgen. You and I are in a car. We can talk on the road." Randolph was happy to take Jurgen to the side of the car.

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