Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 396: Shadow
"Sorry, is it a letter from the family?" Lieutenant Loire walked into Hanster's room with a tray in his hand.
"Oh, it's my brother. He is serving in the armored forces. Here, here is the picture he sent." Lieutenant Hanster picked up a picture next to the envelope and motioned to the French ensign.
"It's a handsome guy, do we eat here or..." Loire raised the tray and asked.
"Oh, just put it on this table, thank you, Loire."
Hanst stood up a little embarrassedly, removed the chair by the table, and made way for Loire.
"There won't be any good things in this place, but the wine is pretty good."
Loire put the tray on the edge of the table, and Hanster helped him put the food plate on the table.
"It's better than camping outside. I'll get a cup." Hanster set the knife and fork, and then walked to the four-legged cabinet with water bottles in the door.
This is a very ordinary North African village. Most of the villagers live by grazing and making handmade products. Because they are located on the side of the commercial road and there are clean water sources, there are often caravans here to rest.
The elders in the village are very knowledgeable. They simply pooled some money to build an inn on their own, providing board and lodging services to some businessmen with good financial conditions, and at the same time peddling the village's specialty products and some desert travel essentials to passing tourists Tools and supplies to carry.
"Are the captives settled?" Hanster put a glass of water in front of Loire.
"Everything is settled. Sergeant Wren takes three soldiers to guard the captives. They are responsible for the night tonight." Loire untied his napkin and shook in the air, then tucked a corner between his collars.
"Hold on for another night, we will be able to arrive at Lucian Soldier Station tomorrow. This time, the soldiers and sergeants of the mission are very fortunate. We will give them a good day off when we go back." Picking up the bottle, Hans Te loosened the wire buckle on the bottle mouth and pulled out the cork cork forcefully.
"It smells good, I don't know how it tastes." Hanst poured a glass of wine for Loire.
"Don't worry, I have drunk this wine, you will remember its taste. Hanster, what do you plan to write this report?" Loire used a knife and fork to cut the bacon on the plate.
"According to the truth, some soldiers performed well and should be rewarded." Hanst filled his glass with red wine, re-corked the bottle, and put it on the side of the table.
"Hey, you know I'm not referring to this." Loire put down his knife and fork and picked up a piece of hard bread from the blue.
"You mean those Italians and bandits?" Hanst also reached out and put a piece of bread on the plate, and then reached out in his pants pocket and took out an iron medal and placed it on the table.
"This is the baron's identity card. You have also heard the confession of the bandit. This matter is more complicated than we thought." Hanster took the napkin and wiped his hands, then stretched out his hand and opened it. The bread.
"Talk about your opinion. I believe you have figured out some ways. I have been thinking about this thing in my mind along the way. If I don't understand the truth, I will not sleep at night." French ensign He stroked his neatly trimmed beard on his upper lip and stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth.
"Then you can drink two more glasses. You are right. This wine is really good. It should help you sleep well." Hanster put down the wine glass, smashed the omelette with a fork, and broke the egg. The liquid was spread on the bread cubes.
"Hanst, don't be like this, I know you already have the answer in your heart. For the sake of our cooperation this time, tell me what you found." Loire swallowed his mouth. Food, looked at the German ensign with a pleasing look.
"Okay, okay, it's okay to tell you, anyway, in the end you will also have to sign your name on the mission report." Hanster shook his head with a helpless expression holding the bread cube in his hand.
Just as the German ensign told the French about his discovery, he would not have thought that just over a hundred kilometers away from them, in a hotel in the coastal town of Sha’anhe in Libya, several mysterious figures also gathered Talking about the same thing together.
"Bashir failed, but at last it did not cause serious consequences. There is still room for recovery. Now the superior wants to know if things can still proceed according to the original plan." A man wearing an Arab headscarf covered his face. The man said in a deep voice.
"This idiot almost messed up everything. Now that his identity has been exposed, what should we do with him next." said a man in a suit and a Turkish red felt hat angrily.
"He didn't reveal his true identity. At best, the other party only discovered his disguise." It was an old man with a thin face, wearing a black priest's robe.
"It is meaningless to discuss these now. I think we should discuss it first. What should we do with him at present, whether to transfer him to hide elsewhere, or simply send him back to the country." This is a tall and strong man, Wearing a washed, whitish blue shirt, his sleeves are rolled up high, and there is a conspicuous red scar on his muscular forearm.
"If you want to send him away, the speed must be fast. The Italians will soon notice something is wrong, and eventually they will find Bashir's head." The masked man said.
"How many days do you estimate?" the brawny asked.
"At most a week, it won't be later. Don't forget the true identity of Baron Anthony." The masked man pulled at his Arab robe.
"Damn it, I have warned Bashir not to be reckless. Not only did he fail to complete the orders from his superiors, but also lost an armed force that he managed to build up." The Turkish hat punched the table hard. .
"What's the use of these now? Besides, Mehanad is not as reliable as it seems. Anyway, he also provided some ammunition and funds. He also returned a lot of the things we looted. What a loss." The priest advised.
"Mahneid and his team have been providing me with information on the movement of the French garrison, and have collected a large number of confidential information about the equipment and personnel of the French army for me. His value is more than all of you imagined. It's all important." The Turkish hat pressed the dissatisfaction in my heart, and said stiffly.
"But now, after years of painstaking efforts, I was messed up by a self-righteous bastard. Fortunately, I took pains to introduce him into the team of Mehanid. This is how he repaid my trust in him. This brainless pig, I ask the superiors to strictly deal with this matter."
"How to deal with it strictly, please tell me." The priest finally lowered his face.
"I doubt his loyalty to the organization. It is likely that he has been bought by the French." The Turkish cap said sternly.
"You! How dare you say this, you know what it means..." The priest's face changed after hearing this. He looked at the Turkish hat with panic, as if he had known this for the first time. A colleague.
"Comrade Lorenzo, you are responsible for what you say. This is not a joke. You know it might affect all of us..." The strong man's expression also changed. He said to the Turkish hat, Lorenzo, with a serious expression. If he is careful enough, he will find that his arm hanging on one side of his body is shaking slightly at this moment.
"Enough, Comrade Lorenzo’s opinion has some truth. We can’t let go of any suspicious clues. First, find Bashir in a secret location and take care of it. The superior will decide how to deal with it. I will The content record of today's meeting is submitted, and now I can discuss my previous issues." The masked man tapped his finger on the desktop.
Hearing the words of the masked man, the priest's face suddenly turned pale, looking like a dead person.
"Comrade Burka, Bashir's problems are judged and dealt with by their own superiors. Don't forget your own identity, don't you have any opinions on this." The masked man said gloomily.
"No opinion, I resolutely obey the arrangement of the superior, Comrade Grove." The priest quickly lowered his head to show his obedience, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve in an embarrassing manner.
"Well, I personally believe in your loyalty to your motherland. Without discussing these issues, I just want to know whether the tasks assigned to you by your superiors can be completed. We must get what the Frenchman has. I can tell you clearly now that this is an order from Moscow."
The masked male Grove stood up, walked to the wooden leaky window, opened the window and pointed to the rows of adobe flat roofed houses glowing dazzling white under the scorching sun.
"Are you going to stay in such a ghost place for the rest of your life? I don't have this idea."
Grove left the window, strode to the strong man, and patted him on the arm.
"Comrade Pietro, you should have the same thoughts as me. Your wife and two children are in the country, and they are always looking forward to your return. I also have a wife and children, I can I don't want to stay here for five or six years, and then come back to them with the smell of camel pee." Grove didn't wait for the response from the other party, he walked over to Lorenzo again.
"I know you have put a lot of hard work here, but I think you also understand that this is not a place for a man to make contributions. A talented and capable intelligence officer like you~IndoMTL.com~ The superior should You are transferred to Europe, to France, to Germany, to the United Kingdom, to the United States, to any place that is important to the great motherland, not this **** and worthless colony of sand and camel dung." After that, Grove pressed Lorenzo's shoulder hard.
Finally, the masked man walked up to the priest and looked at the other person in a desperate look. He shook his head and did not speak. Although Grove could not see the expression on Grove's face at the moment, his body language was already very clear. The shows something.
This comrade Burka has been condemned by Grove as a scapegoat. Who makes this old guy always like to put on a veteran appearance and doesn't put his team leader in his eyes. And this time, it happened that the personnel he had developed by himself had a problem. Grove knew that it was impossible to explain to his superiors by throwing out a grassroots personnel like Bashir. Burka’s identity and level were just right, and he was indeed in There are some old relationships in China, which can be used to make some articles.
"Comrades, this is the best opportunity to show your ability in front of the superiors in Moscow. You will not believe how many comrades envy us. If you can complete the tasks assigned by the superiors this time, you can let the superiors If you are satisfied, comrades, I think you should imagine what will happen, and a bright future will unfold before us.
Want to relocate back to China to reunite with your wife and children? Want to get out of this smelly hell? Want to get rid of the trouble? It all depends on your performance this time, and now I want to ask you again. Can the tasks assigned to you by your superiors be completed as planned? Grove walked to the window, turned around and asked. The sharp eyes under the Arabian turban scanned the faces of his men.
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