Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 298: Crazy Wolf (5)
Sweinbach recognized that it was a Steyr half-ton truck. This Austrian-made pickup truck is common in Polish towns, but rarely in such remote border countryside. Sweinbach turned his face and winked at the deputy, who nodded in understanding.
"Stop!" A soldier waved a traffic sign to signal the driver to stop the truck to the side of the road. This kind of temporary inspection occurs almost every day in the border area. The other party is wearing the uniform of the Soviet internal affairs force. The driver dare not resist at all. He obediently obeyed the soldiers' instructions and parked the truck by the dirt road.
If the road checker is replaced by soldiers in army uniforms, it may still arouse some suspicion from the driver, but it is the most normal thing to encounter a guard post with a blue brimmed hat at a crossing, because This is exactly the daily work within the scope of the internal affairs force.
"Good afternoon, comrade sergeant." The driver poked his head out of the window of the cab and politely greeted the non-commissioned officer who came up.
"Good afternoon, citizen, please show your credentials." The sergeant saluted a military salute with a solemn expression. The internal affairs forces will not call ordinary civilians comrades when performing official duties, unless they can already confirm the political background of the target.
"Okay, no problem." The driver took out a small book from his padded jacket, then took a piece of paper from the inner page and handed it over.
"Guri Gaffilovich Gleb, the transport team of the Brest Railway Engineering Office?" The sergeant opened the folded paper.
This is a temporary certificate issued by the office of the Brest Railway Management Bureau. As always, there is no photo on it. It has just been issued for a month or two, depending on the color and paper texture of the inkpad.
"Yes, Comrade Sergeant." The driver replied.
"It's from the Railway Engineering Agency, Lieutenant Sweinbach." The non-commissioned officer handed the certificate to the officer coming from behind.
"What's in the car?" Sweinbach lowered his head and glanced at his ID, then asked the driver.
"Nothing special, just some wires and old parts." The driver took off the old big brimmed hat on his head and replied respectfully.
Sweinbach had received interrogation training in Brandenburg, and he immediately noticed the slightest unnaturalness in the other's tone and expression.
"Get out of the car now!" Sweinbach put his fingers on the holster around his waist and shouted at the driver.
"Wait a minute, Comrade Lieutenant!"
"Get out of the car immediately, don't you understand what I'm saying? Don't let me say it a third time, citizen!" The lieutenant of the Ministry of Internal Affairs pulled Tokarev from his waist and pointed his gun at the bridge of the driver's nose.
Looking at the blue hat surrounded by his arms, the driver only felt his legs feel soft and cold, his stomach was sore and swollen, and his urine flowed straight up like a tide.
"Sergeant Vasily, you take two people to the car to search." Sweinbach ordered to the squad deputy.
"Okay, Lieutenant, you two come with me." Sergeant Krent, who was aliased by Vasily, turned to the back of the car with two soldiers.
This Steyr half-ton truck has an iron-grey canvas carport. The vehicle number is painted with white paint on the tailgate. It can be seen that the maintenance is very careful, the direction and brake lights are all intact . Unlocking the rope buckle on the tarp, Krent raised his leg and climbed into the car.
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"The plan for Odin's Eye?" Daogen looked at Kirsten standing in front of him in surprise.
"To be precise, it was General Weirle's plan, and your Excellency..." The army colonel turned to the side gracefully, and the two attaches respectfully exited the office, and then closed the elegantly decorated oak room door.
"Your Excellency the head of state personally reviewed this plan and gave instructions." Kirsten opened the briefcase on the chair, and then pulled out a blue-gray folder from it. You can see the diagonally under the cover. With a black official seal of the imperial secret level.
"This is the top secret of the country, but you have obtained permission from the head of state to consult these documents at will." Kirsten put the documents on the desk.
"The head of state sent me to the border this time...Could it be so..." Daogen held out his hand hesitantly.
Major General Dawgen did not know that there was such a plan. This is not the scope of his responsibility. Out of the cherishment of the current job, he is usually very careful not to touch the confidentiality and privacy outside the system. .
"This is the trust of the head of state, General Dogen, you should regard this as an honor." Kirsten pushed the document forward again.
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"You call this a temptation?" Dogen only read the first part of the document, and felt that he could no longer remain calm. The major general of the SS stood up excitedly and questioned Kirsten loudly.
"General, you should read all the documents, and the head of state also thinks it is worth taking the risk." Kirsten sat on a white high back that exuded the atmosphere of the Russian court with foam nails beside the cushion. On the chair, he held a small cup of steaming black tea.
"The Führer...this...I understand." What else can Dogen say at this time? He always teaches his subordinates like this. The Führer's judgment is always correct, and the incomprehension is because of his limited intelligence.
Weirler's plan is very simple. Compared with the battle plans made by the command, it even feels a bit rough. As Daugen said just now, the ultimate goal of the plan is to test out the bottom line of the Western Special Military Region’s pressure, and from this, infer whether Moscow’s strategy towards Germany has changed.
Xu Jun is not afraid of causing border conflicts at all. It should be the senior officials of the Western Special Military Region who are afraid. Xu Jun believed that if Stalin really had an offensive plan, then he would definitely avoid any head-on conflict with Germany before the Soviet Union completed its strategic preparations, and even he would deliberately punish those who "undermined the friendship between the two countries" in order to stabilize Germany. Relationship".
He only discussed these with a few generals, such as Brausic and Rondstede, von Bock and Loeb. They did not include Daogen. It was not that Xu Jun was not against the adjutant. Trust, it is true that the level of major generals of the SS is limited, and they cannot participate in such strategic discussions.
"Armed infiltration, assassination, kidnapping and sabotage, will this really not trigger a war between the Soviet Union and us?" Daogen asked, rubbing his brow.
"The head of state believes that if there is a small-to-medium-scale local war, the situation will be beneficial to us, and Stalin will not fail to see this." Kirsten put down his tea cup, stood up and walked to the map on the wall .
"Furthermore, it is about to enter the coldest season of the year. Since the Finnish Winter War, they will no longer choose to conduct combat operations in the snow season." The beautiful female officer stroked the border on the map with her finger.
"Next month, we will carry out some small-scale troop transfers on the borders of East Prussia and Romania, followed by Bulgaria and Yugoslavia. These transfers will definitely attract the attention of the Soviets, and they will take what happened on the Bouga River. Connect with these actions." Kirsten said.
"They would think we were preparing to launch an offensive." Daogen walked behind Kirsten and looked at the military map on the wall with his arms folded.
"This will disrupt the rhythm of the Soviet Union's combat readiness. The empire can conduct similar feigns in sensitive border areas every once in a while. If possible, we can even play like this for a whole year."
"It's impossible to keep the other side away for so long. Sooner or later Moscow will find that we have been tricked by us." Daogen said with his chin in his hand.
"There is indeed the possibility that you said, General, but we have won a lot of precious time before that."
"Disrupting the Soviet Union's combat readiness process in exchange for the preparation time we need, this is indeed a wonderful doctrine." Daogen nodded in admiration.
"These ideas were all proposed by the head of state. He is really a talented strategist." Kirsten's tone was full of admiration.
"I don't doubt this at all, Colonel Kirsten." Dogen continued to nod his head.
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"Lieutenant Sweinbach, apart from some old wires and electrical parts in the carriage, I also found this." The sergeant of the internal affairs army came to the lieutenant carrying a cloth bag.
Sweinbach raised his hand to take the cloth bag, and at the same time glanced coldly at the driver who was limp on the front wheel of the truck, his crotch was soaked, and a large puddle of urine was left on the mud.
"It's opium." Sweinbach immediately recognized the contents.
During this period, the werewolf camp caught smugglers who crossed the border illegally, and at least half of them were carrying illegal drugs, the most common being crude opium produced in Italy.
The mountainous area in the eastern Mediterranean is the origin of poppy. Italy has been growing poppy, mainly as a raw material for medicine. In fact, most European countries planted this stuff at that time. The Dutch and French planted a lot of them, mainly to extract poppy seed oil. Poppy seed oil contains almost no addictive toxic ingredients, and because of its special fragrance, it has become a high-grade edible oil that is loved by Europeans.
Mussolini had very strict control over the production of opium in Italy during his time, and his big chin was very strict with all the businesses he could get involved in, but when Italy was defeated, the whole country was in chaos. As a result, the crude opium that was stored in the warehouse and was ready to be sent to the pharmaceutical factory was stolen. It is estimated that at least 50 tons of Italian crude opium was distributed to the European market.
This is almost one year's domestic production in Germany~IndoMTL.com~Germany also planted a small amount of poppies at that time, mainly used to extract medical anesthetics.
Since October, Italian opium has gradually flowed into the Soviet occupied areas, and then refined into morphine by local gangs, and finally sold in Lithuania, Ukraine and Belarus.
At that time, manufacturing and selling drugs in the Soviet Union was a felony. Once caught, you will be sentenced to ten years of hard labor in the Gulag, but don’t think that this will scare the underground gangs. As long as there is enough profit, they can trample on everything in the world. Morality and law.
"You know what's inside, Citizen Guri Gaffeilovich Gleb." Sweinbach crouched down and pressed his gun to the driver's forehead.
"Trust me, Comrade Lieutenant! I have never seen this bag before." Gleb seemed to want to struggle one last time.
"The villain of Guragri is your comrade! Citizen Guri Gaffeilovich Gleb." The lieutenant gave the opponent a **** without hesitation, letting him understand his situation.
"Sorry, Lieutenant Citizen, sorry..." Unexpectedly, Gleb's spirit collapsed, and he curled up on the ground holding his head and howled.