Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 380: Travel to the Garden (Part 2)

Looking at the cute loli in front of him, the big farmer felt happy from the bottom of his heart. He looked like a child from a rich family. He looked only six or seven years old, but he was not afraid of pretending to be a little adult. Strange, I really don't know how her adult brought the children. Fortunately, I met myself. If I met some bad guys, I would have a big problem.

"Mercedes, did you come out to play alone?" Although Gold knew it was impossible, he had to ask.

"No, I came out to play with my father, sister, and uncle, and they just rested under the shade of the trees over there." The little girl bounced on the spot twice, shaking her hands and pointing to the green lawn on the other side.

It turned out that it was brought by an adult, and Gold was relieved. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the girl's fingers. Sure enough, a picnic cloth was spread out under the shade of a tree. Several tourists were sitting on the lawn to rest. A man with a cane was slowly walking towards their direction.

"Dad! Come here." The little girl waved her arms at the man.

"Good morning, sir, your daughter is so cute." Gold said to the man with a smile.

This is a young man in his thirties. Gold estimates that he is at least five or six years older than himself. The farmer noticed that this man had thick black hair and brown eyes. 'S beautiful daughter is completely different, her face looks a little pale and thin, and one leg should be a little disabled, but her posture is as tall as loose, with an unspeakable calmness between her steps.

This should be a soldier. It may be an injury on the battlefield, Gold guessed secretly.

"Good morning, sir, my daughter didn't bother you." The man asked in a gentle manner, and he reached out and stroked the head of the little daughter who was holding his waist.

"No, not at all. I'm still worried that she and her parents are missing. A cute little lady like this, but she has to keep an eye on her at all times." Gold replied cheerfully.

"Thank you very much for your concern. My name is Scott Ronst." The man reached out to Gold.

"Fortunately, Mr. Ronst, my name is John Gold, you can call me John." The farmer shook his hand quickly.

"Well John, you can also call me Scott. Are you coming to Berlin for business or tourism?" Ronst asked with a smile.

"How did you tell?" Gold felt a little bit magical. Before he reported his history, the other party could tell at a glance that he was not a local.

"Not many people in Berlin carry this." Ronst said, pointing to the badge of the Agricultural Self-Government on Gold's chest.

"No wonder, I wonder if people in the city don't bring this. I'm a director of the Village Self-Government Association." Gold wiped the badge with his thumb.

"John, where are you from?" Ronst asked.

"Herzbel, south of Berlin..."

"I know this place, it's not too far from here, do you often come to Berlin? John"

"Whether you believe it or not, I'm here for the first time. Here you are, throw in between them." After speaking, Gold gave Mercetas the little bread in his hand and told her Throw it into the water to feed the ducks.

"John, if you can, would you like to come and chat with us, we brought some food and drinks." Ronst thought the young man was very interesting, so he invited him seriously.

"Okay, I also want to ask about the fun places in the city." The German farmer agreed very boldly.

In his hometown, villagers often invite strange passers-by to dinner together. In addition to making friends, they can also inquire about interesting news from other places.

Ronst took out his handkerchief and helped his daughter wipe the crumbs-soaked hands, then led Mercedes to lead Gold to the picnic place not far away.

Half of the distance, the little girl broke free of his father's hands and ran forward, then plunged into the arms of a beautiful lady sitting on the picnic blanket.

"Sister Waring." The girl nudged Kirsten's arms back and forth with her small face.

"His Royal Highness, have you seen the duck?" Weierle stuffed a cherry into the girl's hand.

"I see, I also fed the ducks, and grey geese." The little girl is now selling.

"It's amazing that you can recognize Grey Goose." Weierle laughed and teased the girl.

"John just told me." Melcedes said that she was an honest girl.

"John?" Weierle raised his head and saw the young, strong man walking along with Ronst.

"Everyone, allow me to introduce, this is Mr. John Gold from Herzberg." Ronst walked to the picnic cloth and introduced it to everyone.

"Fortunately, I am John Gold." Gold greeted everyone with a generous smile.

"Fortunately, Mr. Gold, my name is Weierle." Weierle smiled and waved to Gold.

"Kirsten, lucky to meet." Kirsten said, facing Gold with his jaw slightly.

"Dogan, lucky to meet." Dogan nodded to Gold.

"Fortunately, Mr. Weierle, Mr. Dougan, Miss Kirsten." Gold has always been a good and polite young man.

"Gold came to Berlin for the first time. I invited Gold to join in and play with us." Ronst leaned on his cane and sat down slowly.

"No problem, welcome." Weierle said with a smile.

"It's nice to meet friends from far away. Speaking of Herzberg, it's south of Berlin." Kirsten said with a smile.

"It's not too far from Berlin, less than a hundred kilometers." Weierle said.

"Mr. Weiller has been to our place?" Gold asked in surprise.

"I used to pass there. There is a big air force base there. Which village do you live in? John."

"Sigen Wood Village."

"Why did you have such a strange name?" Daogen asked curiously.

"It is said that the first house built in the village used only four pieces of wood. I haven't seen it anyway, but the old people in the village say so." Gold scratched his head and smiled.

"John, what drink do you drink, we have beer, honey black tea and coffee." Ronst greeted warmly.

"Of course the man wants to drink beer, but it's not lunch time..." Gold hesitated.

"It doesn't matter, this is also bought at the beer cafeteria over the Neptune Pond just now. If it is not enough, you can buy more." Ronst handed Gold a bottle of beer.

"Thank you, then." Gold didn't pretend to be polite, and used the spanner Ronst handed to pry open the bottle cap, and then he raised his neck and took a big mouthful.

"How does it taste? This is brewed by the zoo itself, and you can't buy it outside." Weierle said.

"Yes, better than the one in my hotel." Gold replied happily.

"John, are you from the Agricultural Self-Government?" Kirsten interjected.

"Oh, you mean this." Gold pointed to the badge on his chest.

"I am the director of the Village Self-Government Association. My family's self-cultivation farm has 90 hectares of land, a small orchard and a pig farm." Gold said proudly.

"How's the harvest this year?" Weierle asked casually while peeling an orange for Mercedes.

"Very good. This summer’s climate is relatively warm and the crops are growing well. I just finished harvesting before I came here. The specific figures have not been calculated yet, but it is definitely a big harvest. In the few days I came out, my home may have started. Replanting winter wheat." Gold took another sip of beer, and then took half of the sausage from Ronst.

"But now it’s getting harder and harder to hire people. Many young people from the village have gone to the city, and some have joined the army. I wanted to join the army, but there are two younger brothers at home. , I am a little worried about letting my mother manage the farm alone. But if the country needs it, I will not hesitate to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy." Gold patted his chest and said that he is also a **** tough guy.

"Mr. Scott, you used to be a soldier. I can tell at a glance that you are a soldier. This leg is also injured on the battlefield." Gold poured half a bottle of beer in spirit. Also began to relax.

"No, this was an accident." Ronst patted his knee.

"But it's much better now. The doctor says he will recover in a few months."

"Sorry, Scott, I didn't mean it." Gold found that he had guessed wrong and quickly apologized to the other party.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, you are right. I am indeed a soldier, but I am now in the process of training. I will return to the army after I recover." Ronst looked firm. Speaking of.

"I mean, you look like a soldier. One of my aunt's students is a SS officer. I heard that he is still a lieutenant colonel. He is completely different from you. He is a fool all day, listen to him He was serving in a corps like Cyprus.... I have seen the Lord Führer with his own eyes. The guy said that the Lord Führer is like the painting in the church, just like the angels shining with holy light all over the earth, he personally Talking to my neighbor has been a great benefit to him." Gold said with a mysterious face.

"Oh? What did the Führer say to him?" Weierle asked curiously.

"He told me that the great head of state at that time said to him, dear Randolph, go get that chair."

"Puff..." Kirsten, who was sitting across from him, sprayed the black tea with honey in his mouth.

"Why are you so careless? You choked." Weierle patted Kirsten on the back, with a strange smile on his face.

"Cough, cough, cough...Okay, cough cough, don't worry, I choked just now." Kirsten flushed his face and took a handkerchief out of his pocket, holding back a smile.

"It doesn't matter, I also think that kid is kidding me." Gold scratched his forehead and smiled.

"This time I came to Berlin to look for him. Our village wants to build two tractors, but it needs the approval of the leaders of the Autonomous League, and then we need to line up. I heard from my aunt that she knows many big people as a student. So I wanted to find him to find a way. My aunt gave me an address, but after I found it, I found out that the person had moved away~IndoMTL.com~ Anyway, I couldn’t get it done. Play for two days." Gold put the empty beer bottle beside him and began to chew on the delicious sausage.

"What is the name of your friend, the student of your aunt's?" Kirsten asked with a smile.

"Hilde Randolph, I remember very clearly."

"Are you a little shorter than you, with blond hair, blue eyes, a high-pitched look, and a small mole at the corner of the eye?" Kirsten gestured at the corner of his eye with his fingers. .

"I haven't noticed any moles, but what you said is a lot like that guy, with a high-pitched look every day, like a peacock who is always ready to open the screen, don't you know this person too, Miss Kirsten." Gold stared at Kirsten with wide eyes.

"Turn your head and look behind you, John, that peacock is running here." Daogen trembled slightly, and reached out to point behind Gold.

Gold hurriedly looked back, and saw Randolph was holding five ice creams and running towards this side with a happy face.

"It's really that peacock, ah no...my aunt's student."

"Speaking of, John, what exactly did your aunt teach?" Kirsten asked while drinking honey black tea.

"Dance, my aunt specializes in teaching people to dance ballet." Gold replied.

"Puff..."