One Hundred and Thirty-Two Invaluable Goods

At a small checkpoint on Germany's border with Poland, two Wehrmacht soldiers stared at civilians lining up to cross with their rifles. (Starting) And on the side of these civilians, a dozen SS soldiers were looking at their documents and searching their packages.

A truck was parked on the side of the road, and two SS officers stood by, talking and laughing, smoking a cigarette. Their conversation was not small, and there was obviously nothing to hide: "Captain Lucian, this is the How many days is it?"

"It's the seventh day." The captain named Lucian pointed to the crowd in line: "The order given above is to find the lost things, which involves a very large plan, so we must be cautious. "

"Have you heard about that guy Cole? It's the guy who was transferred to the training class of the National Defense Forces Motorized Transportation Division." Another officer with the rank of lieutenant on his shoulders asked while frowning while taking a deep breath of cigarettes: "What a lucky guy."

"You mean the Cole who bought the car a few days ago?" Captain Lucian glanced at his colleague with a look of envy and helplessness in his eyes: "That guy disappeared for a few days, and he came back to be tanned with lumps of coal. The same, but the shot is indeed much more generous, our old colleagues gave out a cigarette and bought a new car, which is really lavish."

"I heard that he went there." The lieutenant officer pouted and said, "As a result, he was promoted and made a fortune. Now he is a major, and I heard that he was transferred back to the SS."

Having said that, he lowered his voice and whispered: "The 2nd SS Division, I heard that it is commanding dozens of tanks. It is quite majestic."

Lucian spit out a mouthful of white mist to the side, and answered a little sourly: "Yes, what else is there to say when you transfer back there."

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it twice with his foot: "Now the Wehrmacht has a tactical vest and a new rifle, and they look like a dog; the Waffen SS is also very popular. It is also called 'the head of state and the army', and the treatment is even more unusual."

"Isn't it? We are all outdated old equipment. We received a batch of mp38 submachine guns last year, which made me happy. But after chatting with the transport commander in charge of escorting, I found out that it turned out to be a new guy from the National Defense Forces. Yes, eliminated..." The lieutenant on the side nodded.

"Hey! That one over there! It's you!" Captain Lucian shouted, pointing to a rural "woman" carrying a basket not far away, "Take out the hand you put in the basket! Slowly Take it out!"

He pointed like this, and several German soldiers around him immediately surrounded them. They were carrying rifles and submachine guns, and their faces were fierce.

The peasant "woman" raised her hands high, so frightened she said, "My God! I do everything! Don't kill me!"

Seeing this, I know it's a misunderstanding.

But a German soldier went forward and turned over the basket full of potatoes: "Sir! There is nothing in the basket! It's all potatoes." potatoes.

It's no wonder that he went wild and plucked the "hairs", it was because the second-line SS was terribly crowded out by the Wehrmacht, and the supplies were not sufficient. For example, the regular army of the Wehrmacht has three meals a day, but potatoes and leaves are full, but at the Waffen SS, because of the sponsorship of the party, they may have a meal of broth a week, but in the pitiful SS reserve , there's only vegetable soup and black bread left... So these grassroots soldiers learned to look for useful things everywhere.

Besides, in most cases, these SS soldiers don't have the courage to take anything from the common people. After all, today they were ordered to set up a checkpoint and question passers-by. The people responsible for the interrogation were all Polish people who left the country. In line with the principle of being cheap and not taking the bastard, I did some trivial things that hurt heaven and reason.

Captain Lucian walked over quickly, and the two soldiers carefully looked through the peasant's "woman"'s basket, and also checked her documents and pass.

Finally, under the terrified eyes of the farmer's "woman", Lucian waved his hand to signal his subordinates to let go: "Let her continue to line up! He didn't come from Germany, and he just entered the border yesterday and bought some potatoes secretly."

Tensions eased, and people continued to line up to cross the border checkpoint; German soldiers continued to check their documents one by one.

A man in a black top hat at the end of the line frowned, put his hand into the inner pocket of the windbreaker, and "touched" the iron box inside. He was instructed to take this iron box through the border checkpoint, and heard that this matter was a very important first-level intelligence related to the life and death of the motherland.

It seems that it is impossible to pass here. The man wearing a black top hat sighed softly, turned and left the team, and walked slowly towards the distance. He did not look back, and did not dare to walk too fast, for fear Draw the attention of the surrounding German soldiers.

Captain Lucian, who had already walked halfway back with the lieutenant and the lieutenant, suddenly stopped, turned around and glanced at the crowd. He wanted to use the panic atmosphere created by the strict investigation just now to "force" suspicious elements. ——Originally, he didn't hold out much hope, but as a result, he saw a man in a black top hat who was walking away with his back to him.

"Stop! The one with the hat!" Lucian shouted loudly.

A few soldiers with guns looked at their commander, and then followed the commander's gaze to the man who was rushing to the side of the grass with his hat on.

"Stop!" Several soldiers aimed their guns at the back.

"What are you still doing? Shoot!" Lucian shouted loudly while drawing a pistol from his holster, "Kill him! Don't let him run away!"

"Bah!" A soldier opened fire with a rifle, so frightened that several civilians squatted aside to avoid, but obviously this soldier's marksmanship is not very good. The man is still running like a distance.

"Bah!" The second shot rang out. This time the bullet rushed out of the barrel of the gun, flew out of the muzzle, flew over a distance of tens of meters in an instant, and accurately drilled into the man's shoulder. Immediately blood splattered, and the man fell forward, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Catch him! Quick!" Seeing the man falling to the ground, Lucian didn't care to draw his gun, and ran over, shouting to the lieutenant behind him, "He may have accomplices! Be careful to maintain the team. Order, everyone must check again! Don't be lazy!"

The lieutenant also had the pistol in his hand at this time. Hearing Lucian's arrangement, he immediately ordered several soldiers around him: "Load the bullets! Check everyone carefully! Confirm the identities of these people! If you dare to "chaos", open fire immediately."

As soon as his order was over, there was a rustling sound of pulling the bolt, and several Wehrmacht soldiers near the post also held up their rifles solemnly, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense again, surrounded by " The women wept softly, apparently frightened by the gunshots just now.

On the other side, Lucian and several soldiers had surrounded the man in the top hat who was shot and fell to the ground. They approached the target who fell to the ground cautiously, shouting as they approached: "Sir! Put your hands on so we can see Location! Hurry up! Otherwise I don't mind firing two more shots!"

The man who fell to the ground turned over in pain, and then "exposed" his left hand. The blood had soaked his windbreaker. He gasped and seemed to be dying soon, but when his right hand stretched out, he was holding on to it. A small and neat pistol.

"Bah!" "Bah!" "Bah!" The focused German soldiers didn't give him any chance to resist. More than one person opened fire, and several people subconsciously pulled the trigger, and soon the man in the top hat collapsed in a heap. In the pool of blood, there was no sound anymore.

Lucian walked over, kicked the corpse on the ground with his feet, squatted down and turned over the pockets on the corpse, followed by a pause, and took out a small iron box. He shook the box carefully and gently, and there was a crisp sound of metal hitting inside.

Lucian smiled and smiled happily. This credit is probably enough for him to be promoted to major, and it is possible that he could be directly transferred to the Waffen SS. In that case, he would not be far from driving a car and living in a bungalow. The lieutenant over there also came over and handed Lucian a cigarette.

"What is this?" the lieutenant asked while lighting Lucian's cigarette.

"The above said that a very important piece of information was stolen by spies. A few days ago, people from the Intelligence Section of the National Defense Forces caught a woman, and a dozen people tried their best to toss her all night before the woman spoke up. ." While smoking, Lucian spoke about what happened in a very ambiguous tone.

"She has handled two papers, both of which are core confidential documents. She has no right to ask about the specific content, but it is indeed a very important document. I didn't expect to find it today! It seems that the days of promotion for you and me are not far away!" Lucian let out a puff of smoke, and then proudly opened the metal box for the lieutenant: "Look!"

In the metal box lay a short round iron bucket, which at first glance was used to hold the rolls. But there is only one, and it looks lonely in the corner of the iron box.

The lieutenant's face was ashen, he raised his head and looked at Captain Lucian: "Is there another one?"

"Where's the phone? Where's the phone?" Lucian hurriedly ran to the checkpoint on the other side of the border.

He ran into the booth, grabbed the phone, and shouted loudly: "I'm Captain Lucian of the SS Reserve! I have an important military intelligence report! Quickly pick me up from the SS headquarters!"

"This is the telephone line for the border checkpoint of the 44th Division of the Border Guard of the Wehrmacht! You need to change the phone number to find the SS!"

"..." Lucian had the urge to curse.

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In Berlin, the intelligence section of the Wehrmacht headquarters, Major General Gaskel is standing at attention and calling the Fuhrer Akado to report on the implementation of the mission: "My Fuhrer, everything is going according to plan...Yes!...Yes! ...a part of it was stopped at the border, and the real thing has been arranged ... it arrived in Poland without a hitch. Yes! ... Long live the Führer!"

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