Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 31: Old friend (middle)

　　

　　 "How are you, my old friend." Weierle greeted softly.

　　The man sitting at the small table didn't respond. He still sat motionless with his back to the door and bowed his head. He didn't seem to hear Weierle's greetings at all.

　　 However, Daogen, who had been staring at the person since entering the door, carefully discovered that when Weirler spoke, the person's body suddenly trembled slightly.

　　 Although this movement is very subtle and very short, Dogen is already convinced that this person can hear who is speaking.

　　 Weierle's attitude towards that person seemed to have been prepared long ago, he shook his head gently, and then slowly walked towards that person.

　　"I’m very sorry that I brought the judgment document against you. I didn’t expect that we would meet again in this kind of place in this kind of relationship in just two months. People have to sigh the difficulty of fate Expected."

　　 Weierle walked behind the man and stopped. He looked at the man's slightly rickety back without expression and spoke indifferently.

　　 "Really, I didn't expect to see you here either, Weierle. Oh, I forgot, I should call you Your Excellency now, Your Excellency General Weierle."

　　The man finally had a reaction. He stood up slowly, then slowly turned around to face Weierle.

　　 Dogen stood quietly with a trace of disgust, watching the man carefully. Although he didn't say it clearly, Weierle's tone and expression have actually revealed the result of the judgment, that is, everything is gone.

　　 Under normal circumstances, most of the prisoners will tremble in fear after hearing the news, or vocally arguing, and wailing a few times if they are unhelpful. Of course, there are still some people who meet with despair like earth-colored dull cock, and some people slam their heads against the wall, crying and grabbing the ground. This is not uncommon for Daogen.

　　 However, the person standing in front of him now doesn't seem to care about the result of the judgment against him, nor can he say that he did not respond at all. What Dogen saw on this person's face was a relieved expression , Like the expression of a tired traveler when he sees his destination in sight.

　　 This person is smiling, he is smiling, smiling so wanton, Daogen almost wants to rush up and punch that face.

　　 What is that, what is flashing in that person's eyes, and what kind of sad eyes are.

　　 Dogen stood there, frowning and looking at the man who was smiling with tears in front of him, his hands clenched into fists.

　　 "You are the same, William." Weierle said, shaking his head.

　　 "You seem to be more pampered, Hagen. Lieutenant General Weierle."

　　 The man rubbed the corners of his eyes and looked at Weierle with a scornful look.

　　 "You are still so mean, I will bring you something."

　　 Weierle didn't seem to see the provocative look of the other party at all. He walked slowly to the table, opened the yellow briefcase he brought, and then took out an oil paper bag and a paper bag from it and placed them on the table. on.

　　 "Do you have any extra cups here, sir." Weierle asked casually.

　　"This...There are a few empty tins in the second drawer of the desk."

　　 The opponent was obviously confused by Weierle's current attitude, and he subconsciously replied.

　　 "Forgot to introduce, that is Colonel Dogen, the adjutant of the Führer. You haven't seen him before." Weierle said while rummaging in the dilapidated desk drawer.

　　"I saw it a long time ago, SS. Humph, you forgot what I do, Weierle, I have read his file. I wanted to see you a long time ago. Find a place to sit by yourself, Jack Fred. Captain Dogan Banner."

　　 "I wanted to see you a long time ago too..."

　　 Daogen strode to the side of the canvas marching bed and sat down, staring at the man's eyes coldly and saying, "I want to see what the most sinister traitor in Germany is like, William F. Langz. Admiral Canaris... Your Excellency!"

　　 "You see it now."

　　 Kanaris’s mouth was slightly cocked, he deliberately pulled the lapel of his uniform forcefully, and then said with that unruly smile: "How do I, Germany’s most sinister traitor look now, are you disappointed? , Mr. Banner Captain."

　　Dogan looked up and down Canaris coldly.

　　 Silver-gray hair has been combed by the owner, but it still looks a little messy. Under the thick eyebrows that are the same color as the hair, there are a pair of gray eyes embedded in deep-set eye sockets, although the drooping eye bags and some black The rims of the eyes made these eyes lose their former look, but Daogen still felt an unspeakable sense of oppression.

　　 Compared to ordinary Germans, Kanaris is only a few meters tall, which is really short. But he was not thin at all. The years of sea life in his youth made him a strong physique. Of course, as he grew older, coupled with the current prison life, he looked a little tired and weak.

　　 He was wearing a crumpled navy uniform. Duggan guessed that maybe he was wearing it when he was arrested, because from the appearance of this uniform, it has definitely not been cleaned for a long time. The military police never had the habit of preparing prisoners to change clothes.

　　 "I am indeed disappointed, you look embarrassed now, your admiral." Daogen replied coldly.

　　 "Really, they took all my luggage, my military cap, and my epaulettes, but they finally left me with this."

　　 Kanaris raised his hand and showed Daogen a wide, three narrow and five yellow cuffs on the cuffs.

　　"The command department has not expelled me from the military. I am still an admiral."

　　 Kanaris's face sank, he leaned forward slightly and stared at Daogen and said: "So, pay attention to your tone, Captain Daogen."

　　 "You!"

　　 Dogen wanted to go crazy on the spot, just then he stretched out a hand and patted his shoulder gently.

　　 Daogen looked up, and saw Weirler holding two tins and shaking his head slightly at him, Daogen helplessly suppressed his anger.

　　 "Sit here a little, Colonel." Weirler sat down beside Duggan, he put the can on the table, and then opened the oil paper bag.

　　 "I brought you some food, William, I hope you can be satisfied."

　　 There are a lot of things in the paper bag, a large piece of cured meat that has been sliced, two pieces of smoked sausage weighing half a kilogram, a few pieces of fat foie gras, a small jar of butter, and a large piece of black Wheat bread and a glass can and several aluminum spoons.

　　"This is the best caviar, you will love it."

　　 Weirler took a knife from his pants pocket and pried open the lid of the can neatly, then handed the can of caviar to Canaris.

　　"It's indeed the first-class goods."

　　 Kanaris finally leaned in front of his nose and sniffed it hard, and then looked at Weierle with emotion.

　　 "Thank you..."

　　"This is a seized British whiskey. I really couldn't get the brand you like, but this one is also good."

　　 Weierle took out a glass wine bottle from the paper bag, and then unscrewed the bottle cap.

　　 "You haven't had a drink for two weeks, you can drink enough today."

　　 Weierle picked up the glass in front of Canaris, poured out the original water in the glass, and then poured a full glass of whiskey and placed it in front of Canaris.

　　"Weiller..."

　　 Kanalis looked at the golden liquor in the glass in front of him, and said lightly.

　　"Why are you here to see me this time."

　　"Perform official duties, stop by to see your old friend."

　　 Weyler answered with a smile while pouring wine into the cans of himself and Dogen.

　　 "That kid sent you here, you don't have to hide anything, I know."

　　Canalis raised the cup in front of him.

　　 "He wants to use you to stimulate me for the last time. I understand that kid's psychology. Now he must sit on that throne and smile triumphantly... He sent you to see how I died..."

　　 "You..."

　　 "Ping!"

　　 Dogen’s roar and a loud impact sounded almost simultaneously. The impact was so loud that Dogen and Kanaris trembled at the same time.

　　 "Canalis!"

　　 Weierle let go of the wine bottle that was suddenly on the table, the nonchalant and kind expression on his face has disappeared. Now Weierle is cold and frosty, and his eyes are shining with dangerous cold.

　　 He coldly faced Kanaris, who was holding the cup and staring at him, and said: "Please pay attention to your words, Kanaris, don’t apply your narrow mindset to the Führer’s Body. Remember, he is now the head of Germany and my loyal leader, so please don’t use the rude title of "that kid" to call him, otherwise God will testify and I will never forgive you."

　　 "Weirle..." Canaris was stunned. He had never thought that Weierle would have such a terrible side. Now the information revealed in those eyes was very dangerous, which made Canaris shudder, and his hands holding the cup began to tremble slightly.

　　"Okay, I see, Weierle. You don’t have to be so excited, I won’t use that title anymore. Come on, let’s drink, do you remember when we were in Berlin? It’s been a long time since you and I had a drink together Up."

　　 Kanaris said with a guilty conscience that he didn’t know why he felt guilty. This feeling hasn’t appeared for a long time. Maybe it’s because of the ten days of prison life. Canaris comforted himself. By yourself.

　　"The best, drink the bar, Colonel Dogen, you drink too."

　　 Weierle's expression softened, he picked up the tin box in front of him, slightly raised Canaris as a toast, and then looked up and took a big sip.

　　Dogen didn't even look at Canaris. He took a bite of the can and then took a bite of the can, and then put a piece of bacon into his mouth and chewed.

　　The verdict has come down, do you want to see the verdict? "

　　 put down the tin box, Weierle said while putting a piece of foie gras in the spoon.

　　 Kanaris was putting a spoonful of caviar to his mouth, and couldn't help but pause after hearing what Weiller said.

　　 "Forget it, it's the same if you don't look at it, I expected it to be like this a long time ago."

　　 Kanaris put the spoonful of caviar into his mouth, then closed his eyes, seeming to be savoring the caviar, but his slightly twitching cheeks revealed his inner excitement. 】

　　 "I knew it would be like this. Why did you choose to betray your country in the first place."

　　 Weirler asked calmly: "As the head of the Imperial Intelligence Agency, you control almost the entire intelligence source of the empire and have a prominent and important position. I know you, you love Germany, and you love your current job, I I really can’t think of any reason for you to do those things and betray your country. I really can’t figure it out, Canaris, can you tell me the real reason?"

　　 "Willer, if I say that everything I do is for Germany, to save the Germany I love from these lunatics, do you believe it?" Canaris pointed to the Black SS uniform and said To.

　　 "I never felt that these things I did were a betrayal to Germany. Everything I did was to protect the interests of Germany. Would you believe me? Weierle." Kanaris was excited to Wei Erle said.

　　 "What are you talking nonsense, everything is for the benefit of Germany?"

　　Dogan finally broke out. He stood up abruptly and pointed at Kanaris and shouted: "How many innocent German soldiers have been killed by your betrayal~IndoMTL.com~Do you know that?

　　How many young Germans have fallen on the battlefield because of the intelligence you sold. Because of your betrayal, you almost killed the head of state. Germany almost suffered an unbearable huge loss. We almost lost the victory in this war.

　　 Because of you, you shameless traitor, bastard, bastard, I can't shoot you!

　　 Damn guy, in front of me there is a whole battalion of young soldiers falling under the enemy's guns and bayonets because of you. Are they not Germans? Are they not fighting for Germany? You killed them, what right do you have to say that everything you did was for Germany! I even dared to say that it was to save Germany. I have never seen such a brazen thing as you. . . . . "

　　 Dogen roared angrily. He really couldn't find any more lethal words to curse the traitor in front of him. The enraged SS colonel stretched his hand to the holster on his waist. . .

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