Iron Cross Fire

The two laughed for a while, and Hindenburg gradually calmed down and became serious and said:

"General, do you know the recent situation in Russia?"

"No one knows Russia better than me!"

Kuster put his hands in a gesture of understanding and said very arrogantly, which disturbed the calm atmosphere and caused Hindenburg to roll his eyes:

"Well, let me ask...what decisions has the Tsar made recently?"

"Oh? Can the Tsar still stay in the Kremlin now?"

"Uh..." Hindenburg frowned, knowing that he couldn't talk about these things with this person, so he changed the subject:

"So, what do you think about the return of the spiritual leader of the Red Party to Russia?"

"Well, that's a question. Let's think about it in depth."

Kuster stood up, put one hand on his chest, and floated the other hand in the air pointing at Hindenburg. His legs were fixed on the ground, assuming a solemn posture.

"Think about it, who is in power in Russia now? The wealth held by that group of people is huge. Even if they come from evil sources, crushing the Red Party to death is like squeezing an ant. Their spittle is the vast ocean of the Red Party. .

In principle, when faced with the rebellious Red Party, which has no aristocratic spirit and principles at all, this group of people must adopt some principles-based means to attack the Red Party, which violates the principles of humanity. "

"Please speak human language."

"In general, if he dares to return to Russia, those capitalists will definitely tear him into pieces. Think about it, what do the capitalists have and what do they not have; what have they done in the past and what have they not done? ?”

"Capitalists have power, money, foresight and brains; they deprive workers of their labor..."

Hindenburg said this paragraph almost instinctively, and soon stopped mid-sentence, and quickly changed his words:

“Good intentions store savings for workers and provide them with pensions when they are old.”

"Haha, I don't know what you understand by the word 'old'."

Kuster's smile was full of teasing, and his eyes had an indifferent meaning, as if he wanted to tell Hindenburg that they were on the same road.

"Back to the topic, we have just known what kind of creature a capitalist is. We can also use this to speculate on his situation after entering Russia."

Kuster leaned towards the seated Hindenburg, stretched out a finger and said to him:

"His return to Russia should be as terrifying as letting a tiger return to the mountains, but if we tell the Russians the news in advance, how will Russia, which has long been controlled by capitalists, react?"

"That will be exciting! But how are you going to get the information out? Let a disabled Russian or our ambassador go there? Don't be stupid, they will definitely treat it as false information."

Hindenburg said nonchalantly. He held his forehead with his right hand, causing his whole body to tilt to the right. He might be thinking about something, so he was absent-minded.

But Kuster didn't know what he was thinking. This wasn't because he didn't dare to speculate on people who were more senior than him. It was mainly because he didn't look at Hindenburg at all and kept turning his back to him. My own grand blueprint:

"The state of war will indeed be like this, but it will be different if there is peace. And you know, here, everywhere, in every corner, is full of fear of red ideology. In everyone's heart, the importance of anti-red Nature is far greater than resistance to enemies, and internal revolution is always more threatening than external invasion—even the North and South Poles at the edge of the earth know this.”

"What?"

Kuster's tone was full of deepness, and he was a little scared after he said it. Hindenburg thought he was about to surrender, so he jumped up, took his hand and said:

"My friend, although I don't know which of your relatives was kidnapped by the red bandits, I still ask you to cheer up!"

"Well...it's not like that."

"He's really tied up!" Hindenburg was obviously more anxious, pacing back and forth in the room.

Looking at him like this, Kuster really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but the problem was with himself. To laugh at others was to laugh at himself.

He coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and said in a gentler tone:

"I'm sorry that I didn't speak clearly. Let me first state that my relatives are fine and nothing happened - otherwise I wouldn't be here, but would go to North America with my two relatives.

I mean, Russia has lost even Moscow, there is no need for them to fight anymore, and our chance for peace has arrived. "

After hearing his sincere explanation, Hindenburg relaxed and returned to his seat, assuming the same thoughtful look as before:

"Then the question is, how can you be sure that the Russians will unite and make peace - or, in other words, how can you be sure that the capitalists will give up their rights?"

"Didn't we capture Moscow? The old territories of those capitalists were all captured by us. The only remaining places in Russia, Novgorod and Petersburg, are the home bases of the Russian aristocracy. The capitalists have no real power there. The agenda can only be decided by the nobility - unless those capitalists are willing to transform a wasteland in the Ural Mountains into fertile farmland."

"Maybe? If they are really willing, it will be equivalent to changing the direction and strengthening our agricultural strength. Hahaha."

Hindenburg laughed, his words full of sarcasm, and his infectious laughter made Kuster echo him.

"Russian serfs are in trouble again!"

Another joke from Kuster made the atmosphere even more joyful, and the two of them laughed louder and louder.

"Back to the topic, even if there is peace, by what means do you plan to send the information to Russia?"

"What other means are there? It's too disrespectful to let a disabled Russian or our ambassador go to a vassal state to negotiate."

"Oh~" Hindenburg looked at him meaningfully, then looked embarrassed and uttered a few words:

"But looking at you, I can't think of any good ideas you can come up with."

"Tsk" Kuster sucked his lips and looked at Hindenburg like a fool:

"Since it has become a vassal state, is it still difficult to pass on information?"

Faced with Kuster's somewhat contemptuous words, Hindenburg explained repeatedly:

"No, I mean... General Kuster, you have a really big appetite."

"Don't worry, my appetite has always been normal, and I am now torn apart, The food you eat will pop out of the cracks sooner or later. But you, a scene of vigorous vitality and everything competing, are completely different from me. "

"Hahaha..." Hindenburg smiled awkwardly, and just as he was about to speak, Kuster interrupted:

"Please return to the topic, let's talk about how to deal with the "Bald Brother", you will definitely be very interested."

"Then do you need to guess?" Hindenburg was a little angry when he was interrupted, and slammed his fist on the table, and slowly stood up with his hands as support:

"He was intact when he left, but I don't know how many parts will fall off when he returns."

"Especially the two eyes and the sacred organs underneath."

Kust added another sentence, and then laughed.

Hindenburg was a little stunned, but soon understood and laughed without hesitation.

At this moment, the two of them looked like a pious, simple and kind Orthodox Christian.

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