Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 302: Crazy Wolf (9) (2 in 1

The destination is located in the woods on a low mountain. There is a smooth dirt road leading to the top of the mountain. At the foot of the road is a medium-sized Polish farm.

Poles have long practiced serfdom in history. It is said that until the mid-nineteenth century, Polish landlords were still exploiting their serfs. Most of the local Polish farms were established in that era, so they retain more or less traces of the serf era.

The truck passes by a semi-buried farmhouse with a barn. The walls are made of locally produced yellow-brown granite slabs. The heavy and dilapidated wooden doors are inlaid with reinforced iron bars and the herringbone roof is covered. With thick snow, only the bark tiles underneath were exposed at one corner of the eaves.

Although the house looks outdated now, it can be seen from the building materials and craftsmanship that the farmer who built the house back then should be quite prosperous.

Sweinbach saw a Polish peasant woman whose head and face were wrapped in a scarf, standing by the well in front of the house, still carrying an old bucket in her hand.

Seeing the officer of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the truck cab, the peasant woman was stunned for a moment, then turned around with the bucket and ran into the house.

"This woman probably thought we were here to catch their man." Greif smiled and said to Sergeant Krent.

Perhaps even Greif himself didn't realize that the addressing terms he used at this time had naturally become us.

"Is this kind of thing common here?" Krent grabbed a handful of fried beans and threw one in his mouth after asking.

"Two months earlier, people were arrested in almost every village. It is said that these people helped the Polish guerrillas, so they were all sent to Gulag." Greif replied. These are all from his hearsay, and Ukrainians are very interested in this kind of gossip.

The truck turned and turned on the dirt road up the mountain. The hill is two to three hundred meters above sea level, but the area is not small at all. Greif said that this mountain **** was originally covered with dandelions, but unfortunately the season is wrong now and only a thick layer of snow can be seen.

The top of the mountain is a dense forest. The trees seem to be at least more than fifty years old. The truck continued along the dark forest road. Suddenly, there was a clearing in front of him. Standing alone in the middle is a huge house in classicism style.

"Finally here, this is the Andric Villa." Greif stopped in front of the house.

"Turn off the engine and get out of the car." Sweinbach ordered Gref, and then opened the door on his side.

This is a very beautiful classical style building. There are four Doric columns standing beside the main entrance of the Greek temple. The exterior walls are painted with beige paint, and the tall windows are decorated with ornaments. Alabaster sculpture. From the structural point of view, it is a square bungalow with a towering large roof, which means that there is also a large attic.

Sweinbach had seen the information about this building before setting off. It was originally built by a Russian nobleman named Gregory Vavelovich Andrik, whose family owned the mountain The farm at the foot, this house was built as a summer vacation villa.

Russian aristocrats like arty. They have been working hard to get close to the relatives in Western Europe, but they are still often regarded as rubbish. Once the Russian rich people have accumulated a fortune, the greatest pleasure is to build on their own one-third of acre of land.

Baron Andric really exhausted his thoughts for this holiday villa. The architect was hired from Italy with a high salary. The materials for the interior and decoration were all sourced from France and Switzerland. The furniture was produced in Naples. The most fashionable style in Europe, he also specially customized all kinds of cast iron products and crystal chandeliers from Britain. As a result, before this villa was built, the Andric family was almost bankrupt.

The Baron did not survive the day he moved in. He died of a sudden pneumonia. In the end, the project was completed under the supervision of the Baron’s only son Briak, but it was only the second time that it was completed. In August, Briak died in a horse riding accident.

The villa was mortgaged to a private bank in St. Petersburg at a high price by Briak’s widow, but before the bank had time to auction it, the First World War suddenly broke out.

At that time, even the house prices in Warsaw were plummeting in Poland, let alone such a country house. Seeing that this house was really unique, the banker simply ate it himself and prepared it for family members to live in on vacation.

At the time, no one thought that this war would be fought so tragically, and no one would have thought that the powerful Russian Empire would collapse into pieces because of this.

The bank went bankrupt before the end of the war, and the banker died in a street riot in the subsequent October Revolution.

Next, a Lithuanian businessman won the ownership of the house from the banker’s son in a game of cards, but then his family was shot to death in the national anti-revolutionary movement, allegedly because he paid the money Funded Denikin.

Since then, the house has become the property of the Soviet government, but then the Soviet Red Army was defeated in the Soviet-Polish War. As a result, even the land along the house was confiscated by the Poles.

The Polish government confiscated the Soviet "enemy property" and sold it for public auction in Warsaw. A Polish landlord bought this beautiful villa for 20,000 zlotys, and spent almost the same amount of money to renovate the house.

When the 1949 War broke out, it is said that three generations of the landlord’s family lived in this house. The Red Army took over the house immediately after occupying Brest, and there was no such Polish family since then. News.

The Soviet government reclaimed the lost state property, but never sent someone to take over. It is said that some of the administrative procedures are being handled in Moscow. As a result, the house has been vacant since October last year.

"I've heard people talk about this house. It is said that it has been cursed by the devil. Everyone who lives in it is dead." Gref lifted his foot to look at the soles of his boots, and then rubbed the tires. Wet mud.

"There are fresh footprints on the ground. Divide into two groups and search for this house." Sweinbach raised his fist and immediately made a tactical gesture to his men.

The SS special forces members immediately took up their weapons and aimed at the four windows in the front of the house, and then two submachine gunners alternately covered and rushed towards the door.

Just when the submachine gunner was eager to kick the door, the elegant oak door was suddenly opened from the inside, so that the non-commissioned officer's waist was snapped.

I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a Polish farmer, walking out the door with his hands high.

"Sergeant Sweinbach, you arrived earlier than scheduled." He speaks fluent German with a little East Prussian accent.

"You killed the "robin"?" Swainbach asked, still pointing his gun at the opponent's body.

"Stop it, "robin" is waiting for you in the house." The man put down his right hand and touched his cotton jacket, then took out a wallet.

"Safety." Sweinbach laughed. He raised his left hand and made a tactical gesture of disarming.

"You came early and shocked us all. This is the last time you owe you." The man drew two banknotes from his wallet and handed them to Sweinbach.

"We got a car on the road." Sweinbach rubbed the banknotes with his fingers, then took a picture of the sun.

"It's real money, why don't you trust me like that." The man punched the sergeant in the shoulder.

"Who gave you so many convictions. This time, what important cargo needs us to be dispatched during the day." Sweinbach inserted his pistol back into the holster and followed the man toward the house.

"Krent, you are in charge of this here now. Set up guards around and don't let anyone approach." The SS sergeant turned his head and ordered his men, then he pointed to Greif.

"Come with me, Citizen Greif."

"Who is this? It seems to be a new face." The man asked in a low voice.

"The driver of this car."

"Are from the Soviet Union?"

"I am Ukrainian."

"Why didn't he..." The man stroked his neck with his fingers: "This is not very like your style."

"I think this person can be very useful, don't worry, he is basically our person now." Sweinbach and the man talked in German, and glanced back at Greif.

"Why did it change to this place, what happened to the village last time." Sweinbach turned the subject.

"Don't mention it, let Robin tell you later." The man replied with a depressed look.

After entering, there is a huge front hall. You can still see the former magnificence. There is a beautiful wool carpet on the hardwood floor. Unfortunately, I don’t know who dug out a small piece in the middle. Maybe It is for this reason that this carpet has been preserved.

The furnishings in the living room were also damaged to a certain extent. The velvet cushions on the couch were cut open. It seems that someone wanted to find something inside. A bunch of stuffed brown horsehair was suddenly exposed outside. .

At this moment, sitting on this broken sofa, a young woman in woolen winter clothes is sitting with a cup of steaming black tea in her hand.

"Good afternoon, Sergeant Sweinbach." The woman greeted with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Robin." Sweinbach sat down on the chair opposite the woman.

"Hundred tongues, you go up and replace Nightingale." Robin said to the man.

"If you have time, Hundred tongues, can you find a warmer pair of pants for this kid?" Sweinbach pointed his thumb at Gleb standing aside, and the young driver's face flushed suddenly.

Previously, Gref was scared to wet his cotton trousers, and finally he was still wearing canvas overalls for work in the car. The Germans also gave him a spare breeches, and there was an engine in the cab for heating. Fortunately, it is really hard to carry it outside now.

"Okay, talk slowly, you follow me." The man patted Greif on the shoulder, and then took the driver out of the front hall with a stride.

"Is this new here?" The woman looked at Gref's back.

"It's the driver I found on the road just now. His business is very interesting." Sweinbach began to tell the story of Ukrainian smugglers.

"For the time being, I can't trust him. I need to test it for a while. You have troubled me. I have enough work." The robin put down his teacup and stroked the temple near his ear.

"It's up to you anyway, but we need him to take us back to the border in a while." Sweinbach took out the cigarette case from his pocket.

"Are you afraid that I will quietly deal with this little guy?" The robin looked at the SS sergeant with a smile.

"I'm just making a suggestion. Time is limited. Let's start talking about business." Sweinbach lights up the lighter: "What is the cargo this time?".

"You are not going to ask me why you are so anxious to let you come."

"Ah, that's my second question." Sweinbach said with a smile.

"The goods are all in that box. I’m sorry I can’t tell you what’s inside. I can only say that this thing is very important. It must be sent to the Imperial Intelligence Service before the Soviet Union notices it. Hands." Robin said, pointing to a corner of the hall.

Sweinbach actually noticed the suitcase in the corner when he first walked in, because it really didn't look like the original items in this room.

This is a large leather suitcase, about the size of a suitcase. The suitcase is very old, and the leather has turned dark brown. Two rivet-reinforced leather fixing straps secure the box. Tied up.

"This is the key to the box." A small key was thrown high and flew towards the opposite SS.

"A very delicate little thing." After catching the key, Sweinbach glanced down, then tucked it into the inner pocket of his coat.

"By the way, I wanted to ask just now, why did you change the location of the connection, the original village?" Sweinbach asked.

"The village chief's son was released from the prisoner of war camp. The **** actually wanted to tell us about us to the Soviets." Robin said coldly.

"What happened then, did he report it?"

"I'm still sitting here drinking tea, what do you think?"

"Did you kill that bastard?"

"Well, to be precise, the whole family is killed. Although the villagers have no opinion on this, the place cannot stay any longer." The robin held his chin in his hand with a helpless expression on his face.

"What a cruel bird."

"What is your opinion on this?" The woman squinted at the sergeant.

"Ah, no, I sigh occasionally." Sweinbach stood up.

"Although it seems there is still some time, it is always right to start early." The SS sergeant said with a smile.

"Are you waiting for that driver?"

"I have heard his footsteps." Swainbach raised his arm and saluted him.

"Hi! Reinhardt!"

"Be careful on the road." The woman did not get up, but raised her hand lazily.

Gref stepped into the hall, and he changed into a pair of thick blue woolen breeches, a very common style in rural Russia.

"I'm looking for two people to carry the box. It's time for you to leave." Sweinbach rolled his head toward the door.

"Thank you for your concern~IndoMTL.com~Sergeant Sweinbach." Robin raised his teacup again.

"Wait a minute." At this moment, a young girl rushed into the living room.

"Nightingale, what happened?" Robin looked at his assistant questioningly.

"Just received news from the radio that there was fighting on the border, near the village of Buska Nie." The girl reported.

"Damn it! Is this in your plan?" The robin looked up at the SS sergeant, who shook his head decisively in denial.

"It's troublesome now. The Red Army will definitely mobilize troops to block the border. In this case, you can't cross the river safely." The robin frowned.

"No, we still have a chance." Sweinbach offered the opposite opinion.

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