Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 355: Reporting

The living conditions in overseas bases are usually slightly worse than those in China, and many supplies cannot be supplied locally, so that they will take up a lot of logistics capacity.

However, the conditions of base 406 are better than those of several new bases in the north of the Netherlands. They can transport supplies directly from the country by air. The reception at noon is exceptionally rich, and Weierle even tasted the imports from the Soviet Union last month. Sturgeon caviar.

This meal obviously exceeded the food standards set by the German army, but Weirler would not blatantly criticize the base commander for being too extravagant, nor would he ask the other party how to pay the bill.

There is also a normal need for entertainment among senior officers. As long as they are not overdoing it, no one will make a fuss about it. After all, this issue is too sensitive, and if you are not careful, a bunch of dead enemies will be erected.

A group of base officers ate at the same table, but Weierle's plan to have an in-depth exchange with Wolfstein during the banquet was frustrated, because some words were not suitable for discussion in public. So after the meal was over, Weierle declined the invitation of the base commander to go to the smoking room to enjoy the cigar, and instead asked the other party for a quiet lounge.

"Sit down, Major Wolfstein." Weiller took off his military cap and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, then picked up the crystal wine bottle on the mobile wine cabinet, pulled out the cork and smelled it. odor.

"Yes, General." Major Gestapo sat on the opposite sofa respectfully.

"I read the report you submitted last week. How is the work going?" Weirler poured some wine into a glass and pushed the glass in front of him.

"Thank you very much, General." Wolfstein looked flattered, and hurriedly reached out to hold the wide-mouth cup.

"Which part do you want to know?" the Gestapo asked.

"Let’s talk about the destruction organization first." Weierle took another glass from the wine cabinet and poured himself half a glass of brandy.

"This organization is much larger than we initially estimated, General." Wolfstein took the briefcase he carried with him, took out a stack of papers from it and placed it on the table.

"And the members are very complicated. We originally thought that the members were all left-wingers, but then discovered that this was not the case. Some of them were just ordinary people who were dissatisfied with Germany. They even absorbed many anarchists and liberals. "The Gestapo opened a page of the document and placed a few photos in front of Weirle: "These are the leaders, these two are Danes, the other two are Norwegians, and this one is Dutch. In the last two months, they have organized dozens of sabotage activities against German facilities."

"There are people behind controlling all this. These activities can't be spontaneously organized by a few people." Weirler drew a cigarette from the cigarette case and lightly tapped the photo.

"We believe that the Soviet intelligence agencies are supporting them. We thwarted a sabotage activity in Copenhagen two days ago. As always, the saboteurs carried German-made weapons, but this time there was a Luger. The pistol forgot to file the production number on the gun. Guess who is the original owner."

"The arms we sold to the Soviet Union again?" Weierle took the photo of the pistol handed over.

"Yes, General. It was shipped from Hamburg just two months ago and the destination is Riga, Latvia." Wolfstein replied.

"Is it possible for these people to touch the "gods"?" Weierle threw the photo on the coffee table, took out the lighter and lit the cigarette.

"I'm absolutely sure of this, they don't even know the existence of the "Gods" plan. The last incident was just a mistake." Wolfstein nodded and replied. Weierle leaned back: "I have read the investigation report. You think it was just an accident."

"It was a complete accident. They just chose a German vehicle at random. Until the moment of the attack, they all thought the tanker was filled with aviation fuel." Wolfstein tilted his head and pulled out the pile of documents. Two documents were created.

"This is the confession of the prisoner captured at the scene of the attack. This is the confession of the planner of that operation. It took us two full weeks to catch this bastard. He was about to board the passenger ship to Sweden." Gestapo As if recalling something, a ferocious sneer appeared on his face.

"This idiot almost cost us half a ton of heavy water. This is the output of Norshke Hydropower for nearly eight months. If they succeed, do you know what it means?" Weierle frowned and asked .

"General, a major loss of imperial property?" Wolfstein hesitated.

"It's time, Wolfstein, precious time." Weirler slammed the cigarette **** into the ashtray.

"These people have to pay for their stupid behavior. This organization must be eradicated immediately, and all the arrested prisoners are sent to Germany for interrogation and screening."

"Awaiting orders at any time, Your Excellency General." Wolstein nodded in greeting.

The Gestapo belongs to the General Security Administration of the Empire. In theory, Weirle cannot directly issue orders to the major, and must pass some necessary procedures.

"How's the other work going?" Weirler took a sip of brandy from his glass.

"It's going well. We are doing our best to search for the experts on the list, but because of the war, some people went into hiding in the countryside, and some fled abroad. The local police department’s files are missing. The situation has added a lot of difficulty in finding. But we have already gained a lot. So far, 39 people have been found and a large number of hidden materials and information." Wolfstein reported.

"You must speed up, Major. If you feel that there is not enough manpower, you can transfer some people from China. As long as it helps to complete the task, you can make any reasonable request to the superior." Weirler put down the glass , Picked up a document casually.

"General, I am not short of manpower at the moment. I lack physics professionals. All of my people are good at tracking and hunting, but I can’t distinguish the difference between ordinary ledgers and technical data. This increases out of thin air. The workload of a lot of personnel was lost, and a lot of precious time was wasted at the same time." Wolfstein reported.

"This is a mistake. You will get the technicians you need, but you will have to wait until I go to Copenhagen. Do you have any schedule next? Major." Weierle brushed his cuffs.

"I am going to drive to Aalborg overnight~IndoMTL.com~Wolfstein answered.

Weiller stood up, smiled and said to Major Gestapo: "It seems that your schedule is about to change. I need you to go to Copenhagen with me, and then make a detailed report in front of the head of state." /

"Wait for the general, I heard you right, did you mean the Führer?" Wolfstein bounced off the sofa.

"You have no problem with your ears, Major Wolfstein, but you don't have to worry about it. We will give you plenty of time to prepare for this report." Weierle laughed: "The Führer is still in the Netherlands. Doren, I won’t arrive in Copenhagen tomorrow afternoon. I’m afraid I’ll have to wait until the day after tomorrow to meet you."

"The Führer went to Doron? Wait, could it be" Wolfstein suddenly thought of something and his eyes widened.

"It looks like you have already thought about it, Major." Weierle took up his military cap and put it on his head. The monocular lens flashed with a cold light: "The exiled Caesar, the emperor we once loyal to, William II Your Majesty."

PS: Thank you for your understanding. It is recovering. The author will continue to work hard.