Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 390: Mystery case

Crabs have crab paths, snakes have paths for snakes, and the same applies to human society. Although the continent of North Africa is vast, humans are still accustomed to walking on the roads paved by their predecessors. {166 No pop-up window in the library}

These roads are not developed casually, but have been tested by generations or even dozens of generations of tourists and merchants. Humans may not be as adaptable as wild animals, but they will use wisdom to make up for their shortcomings.

There is not only a single road in the Gobi. There are often two to three paths to the same destination. They are distinguished from each other according to distance, difficulty of passage and the amount of water on the road. Some roads are only suitable for two or three travelers. Passed, and some were able to support an entire caravan of hundreds of people traveling long distances.

Under normal circumstances, caravans in North Africa will choose to travel along the coastline. Many of these solid roads were built during the Roman Empire. The Romans who were good at building have always been world-famous for building roads. The fast-moving avenue with goods and commodities is still being used by the local people after thousands of years of wind and frost.

However, for smugglers, these roads are obviously not on the list of choices. There are various checkpoints on these roads, as well as heavily armed border patrols. Once they find out their own private goods, then It's not just by breaking a little money that big businessmen can bribe customs officials and the army, while ordinary small businessmen can only take the risk and choose to take the ancient path from the dry Gobi to bypass the border.

Under normal circumstances, those Italian border patrol soldiers would not find themselves uncomfortable and risk getting lost into the wasteland, but now placed in front of the two officers is the corpse of an Italian officer.

"As an Italian officer, this man is obviously walking a little far away." Hanst knelt down and carefully observed the decomposed body in front of him, as if he didn't care about the terrifying breath in the air.

"Sergeant, search the surrounding area carefully and report any abnormalities to me immediately." The ensign ordered.

"The same goes for our people, Sergeant Major, who led the soldiers to search every corner here, and can't let go of any suspicious clues." Lieutenant Loire said in one breath and immediately covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. This smell is really disgusting.

"I have seen more terrifying things on the battlefield, at least this guy is still intact." Hanster reached out and unbuttoned the chest pocket of the corpse, and took out a brochure from it.

"Lieutenant Anthony, 15th Infantry Regiment of the Italian Army, come and see." Hanst handed the pamphlet to Loire, who looked disgusted and stretched out **** to pinch the edge.

"Don't worry, it's clean, without any bodily fluids." Hanster smiled deliberately.

"Please stop talking, Second Lieutenant, I'm almost throwing up." Loire covered his nose and mouth and opened the document with one hand.

"The Fifty-Fifth Savona Infantry Division, Ensign shouldn't be here." After reading the contents of the identity column, Loire also discovered the problem.

"This person is not the national military police, nor the border garrison, but the regular army. If my intelligence is not lagging behind, the 15th Infantry Regiment should now be still enjoying the tropical sun comfortably in Barbedia. But this second lieutenant is now dead in a deserted village in the territory." Hanster removed the armed belt from the corpse and unbuttoned his uniform, ignoring that the deceased had already shown a terrifying purple skin, and stretched out his hand. In the inner pocket of the uniform, the French ensign could not help but retching again.

"The wallet and various bills are all there. Let's see where he spent the last time? Poseidon restaurant? Have you heard of this place?" The German major opened his wallet and blew lightly. A whistle.

"This Mr. Anthony is a rich man. There are about one thousand five hundred lire in it, which is worth about two hundred marks."

"That's more than four hundred francs. What did he bring so much money with him to the desert to do? Does he think there is a seafood noodle restaurant here?" The French ensign had a rare humor.

"Who knows, there was no trauma, none of his belongings was looted, and the weapon was not shot. He shouldn't have encountered a robber." Hanster carefully checked the corpse's belongings.

"His uniform should be made to order. The fabric is very high-quality and the workmanship is also very fine. Look at this mark here, hello, dear Loire, look here." Hanst opened the uniform to show the inside to the French ensign A secret note on the placket.

"This is the best tailor shop in Rome. I heard that Mussolini is also there to customize uniforms."

"Could it be that this man is a big man." Hearing this, the French ensign became a little interested.

"It may be just a little nobleman, but it is definitely not an ordinary character." At this moment, in the eyes of the French, the German in front of them is like a detective in a novel possessed by him, with a pipe in his mouth. Up.

"Then how do you think he died, Mr. Detective."

"The real cause of death cannot be confirmed yet. I have a guess and need some evidence to verify it." Hanster picked up the deceased's Italian military kettle and shook it, then unscrewed the cork and poured out some water.

"He should have been dead for less than twelve hours, and his decay was entirely due to the temperature. After all, he is also a soldier, and we should at least give him a decent military funeral." Hanst put down the kettle station. When he got up, he slammed his head against the roots of the dead ensign's boots, and Loire also put down his handkerchief and stretched out his hand to draw a cross on his chest.

"Second lieutenant, we found out." At this time, the German sergeant ran into the room with only four walls left.

"We found the bodies of some buried Italian soldiers. Four have been dug out, and there should be more inside." The sergeant saluted Hanst and then reported it loudly.

"This is the evidence I want to find." Hanst turned his head excitedly and said to Loire.

The corpse pit is not far from here, just behind a half-collapsed building. It can be seen that the people responsible for the burial are a bit lazy, and the pits are small and shallow. Maybe they think that few people pass by here, so at all There is no disguise or cover up.

Several attentive German soldiers quickly found traces of excavation and burial here. When they used infantry shovel to dig through the sand on the surface, they were surprised by their discovery.

Fourteen corpses, plus the second lieutenant in the house, should be an Italian army squad of enhanced squad standards. Unlike the ensign, the remains of these soldiers were thoroughly looted. Several soldiers had their clothes and footwear stripped off, and their burialists took all their weapons and personal belongings.

"I found out before that the second lieutenant would not come here alone, he brought at least one **** unit." Hanster lifted the collar of one of the Italian soldiers, because he was buried in the sand Because of this, the decay of these corpses is slightly better than that of the ensign.

"How did you tell, Second Lieutenant." Loire asked curiously.

"When I saw his carefully manicured nails, I knew it was impossible for this kind of person to travel alone. Moreover, the Italian ensign wore brand new riding boots on his feet. There were not many signs of wear on the soles. Obviously He didn't come here on foot. Did we see his horse? No." Hanst knelt down and inspected the remains of another soldier.

"Loire, someone took his mount and his luggage, but the second lieutenant didn't stop him. What does this mean?" Hanster raised his head and asked.

"He didn't have the ability to stop, or he was already dead." The French ensign felt dizzy in his head.

"He should be alive at the time, he should be hiding. Those people could not find him, so this ensign was not buried here with his men." Hanster stood up and pulled out his back waist. On the kettle, pour out some water and wash your right hand.

"These people died almost at the same time. Like the ensign, there were no traces of trauma on their bodies. Someone took their belongings, horses and weapons after they died. I think you should have guessed Here comes the reason, Loire." Hanst said with a smile at the French ensign.

"I heard some veterans talk about similar things. I always thought that they were just making up to scare people. I didn’t expect that this time they came out to show me the real case. They were poisoned. All killed at the same time." Loire's face became extremely ugly.

"What worries me is the real purpose of the guy who poisoned these Italians." Hanst said seriously.

"Isn't it conspiring to seize the property and weapons of these people?" Loire looked at the German ensign in surprise.

"It is indeed possible. But you have to be aware that these people are not patrols, but elite infantry of the Italian Army. They shouldn't be here at all." Hanster said in a deep voice.

"If my guess is correct, these Italian soldiers quietly crossed the border to this place, it should be related to the goal of our operation."

"In this way, the purpose of poisoning these Italians is very doubtful." Loire stroked his chin and thought about it~IndoMTL.com~Now this is just a guess, no Enough evidence to prove anything. But I now have an ominous hunch that our goal may be targeted by some malicious characters. "Hanster frowned and said.

"Then what should we do now." The French second lieutenant was deeply impressed by the opposing side's meticulous thinking, and decided to take the opposing team's head in this action, although the original command of this force was also in the opposing hands. But it does not mean that he is genuinely obedient.

"The troops turned their directions and searched for the direction of Loire Springs. If those people were prepared to be unfavorable to the target, they might have been ambushing there now." Hanster said loudly.

"The Virgin is here, everyone immediately mounts and prepares to set off, hoping that everything is still in time." Loire hurriedly issued a loud order to his men.

"Second lieutenant, should you add water first?" a non-commissioned officer asked.

"Do you want to be like these people? Who knows if the poison that killed these people was in the well."

"It should be okay, we just drank horses." The sergeant replied with a look of astonishment.

"They shouldn’t have poisoned in the well, Loire, this group took away the horses carried by the Italians. These horses were obviously not poisoned. Give everyone five minutes to replenish water, and everyone should take their water bottles. Fill it up, I don’t know when the next replenishment will happen. Sergeant Ludwig, please help me fill them up." Hanst took off the two water bottles hanging on his back and handed them to the one next to him. Sergeant.

ps: I came back too late today, but I finally caught up.

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