Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 31: Old Friends (Part 1)

　　

　　 "We're here, General." Lieutenant Witt, sitting in the driver's seat, turned around and said.

　　 Weierle didn't seem to hear his subordinates. He leaned on the back seat of the car, staring out the window in a dream.

　　"Here we are, Your Excellency Chief of Staff."

　　 Daogen's face was sullen, he patted Weierle on the shoulder lightly.

　　 "Oh? What... Oh, we are here."

　　 Weierle gave a sharp shot, he turned his head to look at Dogen, only then did he realize that his car had stopped.

　　 "I'm distracted, Siegfried." Weierle said with a slightly embarrassed smile.

　　 "Maybe you should have a good rest after you go back, sir, you have been too tired during this time." Daogen said lightly.

　　 "Really, when this time passes, I will consider Xiang Yuan first a holiday, how about you?"

　　 "I hate holidays."

　　"..."

　　 Captain Witte got out of the car neatly, and he walked around the front of the car quickly and opened the door for Weiller.

　　 Weierle got out of the car, he stretched his shoulders, then raised his head and looked at the huge ancient building in front of him with interest.

　　The huge stone exterior wall has been eroded by wind and rain for hundreds of years, and every piece of rock has left the mark of time.

　　 There are also memorials left by previous wars, cavities made by old-fashioned solid shells, bullet holes made by musket shells, and the wounds of cracked stones are now covered with a layer of green moss, but they still can’t To conceal the tragic fierceness of the war.

　　 This is a castle. To be more precise, this is a fortress. There have been so many exciting fights here, and how many evocative heroes are bathed in blood here. Weirle looked at the scarred wall. Can't help but think about it.

　　 "All salute!"

　　 A loud voice of the password dragged Weierle, who was immersed in the long river of history, back to reality.

　　 Weierle turned around abruptly, and found that a whole company of military policemen stood in front of him, and a young military policeman headed by him looked at him humbly.

　　 "You are... Major Yorks." Weierle returned a military salute, and then asked the military police major who was rushing forward.

　　 "Yes, General Weierle, after receiving the call from the command, my men and I have been waiting for you. Oh, and Colonel Dougen." The military police major respectfully walked forward. Daogen, who stood still beside Weierle, nodded in greeting.

　　 "Your gathering speed is very fast... Major." Daogen said coldly.

　　 "Yorks, Colonel Dougan."

　　Yorks turned his head and pointed to his subordinates proudly and said: "My subordinates are the best soldiers. I train them strictly every day. I am very honored to receive your praise. ."

　　 "Huh." Daogen frowned slightly.

　　 "Okay, let's get down to business now. Yorks, did the commander tell you our intentions." Weirle took the conversation, knowing that Duggan had never had a good impression of the military police.

　　 "No, your Excellency General, the command only said that you are coming, let us cooperate, no further explanation."

　　 "Really..." Weierle laughed.

　　 "Shall we stand here and talk?"

　　 "Ah, no, your sir. I was negligent. Please go inside and rest."

　　 Yorks respectfully made a please gesture, and then walked towards the fortress with Weierle and his party.

　　 Weierle was surprised to find that there was a deep natural gully guarding this fortress, and there was no road to pass except the wooden suspension bridge in front of the main entrance, which had no age.

　　 While the other three sides of the fortress are surrounded by dense bushes, he believes that no unit can carry out effective offensive operations on this terrain.

　　"This was built during the Hundred Years War between Britain and France. I have never seen such a strong fortress. The entire fort has only one entrance and exit. The other three sides are ten-meter-high solid stone walls. You can imagine those British soldiers who saw it. The expression of this fortress. I heard that this fortress did not fall once until the time of Napoleon, but the attacker paid a very high price."

　　 Seeing Weierle's interest in his castle, Yorks took no time to introduce it.

　　 "Well, it is indeed a model of a military fortress. Although it is not large in scale, it is really difficult to capture it from the front without the support of strong firepower."

　　Dogan said, watching the military police patrolling the surrounding high walls.

　　 "Indeed, I heard that the only fall was because the food in the fortress was exhausted." Yokes introduced graciously.

　　"Well, I think we are not here to discuss these. We are not here to visit, Major Yorks."

　　Waller stopped when he walked to the small square in the middle of the fortress.

　　 "I can explain to you what we are here now."

　　 Weyler paused, and then said with a serious face: "That man's sentence has come down, and it will be executed tonight."

　　 "Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, general, I don't know which one you are referring to." jokes asked suspiciously.

　　 "Witt!"

　　 Weierle shouted in a deep voice.

　　 "Yes, sir."

　　Witt walked quickly behind Weierle, took out a document from the document bag hanging on his waist and handed it to Weierle.

　　 "Hmm."

　　 Weirler nodded approvingly to his adjutant, and the young man finally acted like an adjutant.

　　 "Major Yorks, please remember that this is the top secret, you should know the consequences of the spread." Daogen said coldly on the side.

　　 "Of course, Colonel."

　　Yorks took the document from Weierle with a serious face, and his eyes widened in surprise as soon as he read two lines.

　　 "It's him, I understand."

　　Yokes respectfully handed the document back to Weierle.

　　"It’s a great honor to be able to perform such an important task, Your Excellency General. May I ask what else I can do for you now."

　　 "I want to have a private conversation with the prisoner before execution." Weirler said lightly.

　　"This...you know the order...the command has an order..."

　　Yorks still hesitated, but when he saw Weierler's eyes flashing weird cold light, he didn't care about anything.

　　 "But there is no problem for you, General." He said loudly.

　　 "There is still me."

　　 "Of course, you have no problem, Colonel Dogen."

　　 "Are you sure you really want to see him? Dogen."

　　Walking in the long and gloomy passage in the basement of the fortress, Weierle asked Daogen beside him in a low voice.

　　 "Yes, I confirm, sir."

　　 Dogen has no expression on his face now.

　　"Do you hate that person very much."

　　 "No, sir, I am not disgusted, I hate that person." Doug replied coldly.

　　 "Then why do you want to see him."

　　 "Then why are you going to see him, sir." Daogen asked back.

　　 Weierle did not answer, he kept walking in silence.

　　 "Your Excellency, you are very familiar with him."

　　 Daogen didn't turn his face to look at Weierle, he asked in a low voice.

　　 "It's familiar, I met him in the last war."

　　Weiller gave a wry smile after speaking.

　　 "For a long time, we are good friends."

　　 "Oh." Daogen nodded, a look of sympathy flashed in his eyes, but the next second his signature cold expression returned to his face.

　　"It is not a pleasant thing to bring news of death to a good friend, sir."

　　 "Yes, Dagen. But he is no longer my friend. Also, please don't be too harsh on me, Colonel."

　　 "I understand, sir."

　　 The aisle is very long, and Daogen and Weirle silently walked forward along the cracked slate floor. The aisle echoed with the crisp sound of footsteps on the slate.

　　 There are torches on both sides of the gloomy aisle, and the air exudes a faint smell of turpentine. The air here is not as muddy and stuffy as expected. It seems that there must be another ventilation system. The flames swaying from the torches on the wall prove this. One point, the constantly swaying firelight brought a trace of vitality to this gloomy aisle, but also successfully brewed a strange atmosphere.

　　"How many people are being held here, major."

　　 Witte, who was walking in front of him with Yorks, asked quietly.

　　 "Forty-five people, all felons." Yorks was happy to show off his power to the young adjutant.

　　 "Is it used as a prison from the beginning?"

　　"I don’t know about this, I think it shouldn’t be the case. In those days, prisoners could not live in such well-conditioned cells. I guess it was originally a fortress’s storeroom where food or weapons were piled up. It will be so sturdy and equipped with a good ventilation system." Yorks proudly shows off his knowledge.

　　 "Then it’s always so quiet here? I hardly feel there are other people here." Witt looked curiously at the thick wooden doors inlaid with steel bars on both walls. Most of the steel bars are rusty. Is very serious.

　　 "Maybe these doors are as old as this fortress." The young adjutant guessed secretly.

　　 "Where, my friend, these guys were so noisy when they first moved here, and they became honest after a week of interrogation, just like they are now." Yokes said with a smile.

　　 "We are here, this is the room."

　　Yorks walked to a door and stopped. He turned his head and spoke to Weierle.

　　 Weierle walked to the door, and a military police hurriedly stepped forward and opened a small sliding window on the door. The rusty frame made a harsh whine in the same rusty track.

　　 "It's him."

　　 Weierle looked into the room with a probe and sighed.

　　 "Open the door." Weierle turned his head and ordered to Yorks loudly.

　　 "Yes, General. Open the door."

　　 A military policeman quickly took out a bunch of keys, and after a horrifying sound of metal rubbing, the cell door opened.

　　 "You go outside and wait for me. No one is allowed to come in without my order. Have you heard it clearly?" Weirler ordered seriously.

　　 "Yes, sir. But..." Yorks looked into the cell with some worry.

　　 "Nothing but, you don't have to worry about my safety, do you think the person inside has the ability to threaten me."

　　"Of course not, Your Excellency General, then I will go up first. There is still some preparation work to be completed."

　　"Very well, go and work on your work. Just leave two soldiers at the top of the stairs."

　　 "Yes, sir."

　　 Yorks respectfully nodded to Weierle and Dogen and hurried away with the two military policemen. He did have a lot to prepare. At least he had to set up the execution ground before dinner.

　　 "Give me the bag, you are at the door." Weierle whispered to Witt.

　　 "Yes, sir."

　　Witt handed Weierle a brown leather briefcase in his hand.

　　 "Let’s go in."

　　 Weierle took the briefcase and turned around and nodded to Daogen, then bowed his head to avoid the low door lintel and walked into the dark cell.

　　The cell is not as small as it looks from the outside~IndoMTL.com~ is basically the same size as an ordinary resident's bedroom, and it looks quite empty due to the lack of furniture.

　　 The air in the cell is also acceptable. If there is no pollution source that constantly emits peculiar smell in the corner, it can be said to be fresh.

　　 Weierle quickly found the reason. There was a small window on the high wall of the cell, and the evening sun was shining in from that small window, which made the cell look a little different. dark.

　　 It turns out that this basement is not hidden deep underground as I thought, but a semi-underground structure. I think about it. When I came down just now, I didn't walk many steps. It seems that I was caught by the gloomy outside The aisle is misleading.

　　 There is a brand-new canvas camp bed against the wall in the cell. Now the bed is in a mess, and there is a pile of blankets on the head of the bed.

　　 There is a low folding table in the middle of the room, and a dilapidated desk and a chair in the other corner of the room.

　　 At the folding table in the middle of the room, there is now a person sitting with his back to the door. He just sat there quietly. There was such a loud noise at the door, but he didn't seem to hear it at all.

　　"How are you. My old friend..."

　　 Weierle walked slowly behind the person and spoke softly~IndoMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~