Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 497: Ending
Just as Dougan and Weirler were chatting with each other, a little girl’s laughter came in their ears. The two couldn’t help but look up, only to see Miss Ilia sitting in Randolph’s His shoulders were spinning in the yard, and the little beagle was still following the major's feet.
Today can be regarded as a celebration day for this girl. Since the day she was born, she has never contacted so many people, and she has received so many praises and favors.
The Führer likes this girl very much, and this alone is enough to make her the darling of the command post, besides, the little Ilya herself looks very cute and her personality is very lively and cheerful, which reminds the married officers and soldiers of herself The youngest daughter of the family loves her in the heart.
The little girl was completely crazy. After dinner, she was taken by Randolph to almost every corner here, and even climbed into the Führer’s car. The car was shining in the light as if by The No. 4 tank inlaid with mirrors.
"Don't get excited, Colonel. The kid looks very happy, and the Führer also agreed." Weierle stopped Dogen from going forward.
"I'm not the kind of unreasonable person, General. I want to explain to Randolph about tomorrow's work. But forget it, let him relax and talk to him on the way back to Berlin tomorrow. ." Daogen stepped on the cigarette butt, Randolph temporarily escaped.
"The Führer is going to send a trusted subordinate to Egypt." Weierle turned his head and said to Dogen.
"About the ark of the covenant? What do you think, General, is it just an ancient hoax. After all, it has disappeared in history for 2,500 years, and those ancient records have long since turned into Dust. I always thought that it was just a legend made up by a Jew. Even if the holy thing really existed, it might have been destroyed by the war." Daogen frowned, his face half-trusted.
"The Ark of the Covenant did exist, just like the true cross. There is a clear record in history. It was also lost in the war and was chopped into firewood by the Saracens. So much so that fragments of the true cross are everywhere in Europe. Of course, most of them cannot prove their origin.
But so far we have not found the slightest trace of the ark of the covenant. If it does remain in Egypt, then it is probably still intact. It will be the greatest discovery of this century. Think about it, a A true holy thing, a miracle on earth. Found and discovered by the Germans, Daogen, do you know what this means for the Christian world? "Weirler took a deep breath of cigarette, then exhaled a long cloud of smoke.
"I can't imagine, General." Daogen answered seriously.
"It means that the sanctuary of God has returned to the world and handed over his authority to the Germans." Weirler said with some excitement.
"But I remember that according to the record, we should send it back to Jerusalem." Daogen has read a lot of idle books, and I remember seeing this prophecy.
"This is the future. We have to keep our eyes on the front, not to say that we don’t need to be farsighted. I mean don’t be too far-sighted. If this holy thing does exist, it must be in German hands. It is impossible to estimate its true value, whether it is political, religious or cultural." Weirler patted Daogen on the shoulder.
"I am going to suggest to the head of state that Randolph will be responsible for this matter. What do you think?"
"Give it to Randolph? Are you crazy? General." Daogen's eyes widened in surprise.
"Hahaha, you should look at your current expression, Daogen. Alright, I’m just kidding. This matter will be followed up by the Eye of Odin, who will be responsible for this It's Kirsten." Weierle laughed, and he patted Dogen on the back comfortingly.
"You really know how to joke, General." Daogen said with a wry smile, stroking his forehead.
"But it does need Randolph to go to Egypt. The head of state needs to get first-hand information. His identity is not very sensitive and will not attract attention from other parties. If it is you and me, the situation will be very different. It’s the same. No one would believe that we went to Egypt on vacation. Randolph is different from us. He has always been more active and his personality is like that...lively. "Weirle didn’t know what words to use for a while. , To describe the character of Major Randolph.
"If it is a short-term official business and the head of state agrees, I will not stop it." Daogen lowered his head and said.
"Since this is the case, I have decided first. I hope you can communicate with him in advance. After all, you are going to faraway Africa, and the task is very important."
"I'll talk to him specifically, General." Daogen nodded and agreed.
"That's good, I believe he will gladly accept this mission." Weierle laughed.
"According to his character, it's really hard to tell." Daogen took off his military cap and touched the back of his head.
While the two heads of state were discussing "strategic issues" in a barn, the underground torture room of the model military prison in Rome was now staged a **** drama.
As the iron tongs slowly turned, the suspect tied to the seat let out a heartbreaking wailing, but the assailant looked unknowingly, he lined up his nails neatly In front of the boss, his attitude was as serious as a biology student handing in test papers to the professor.
"Tsk!" Obviously the student failed the exam, and his efforts were rewarded with a smack of disdain from the boss.
"I said it, there is no sense of beauty at all." Jurgen turned his head and said to Zimmermann.
"Yes, Major, I agree with you." Zimmermann respectfully echoed.
The major in front of him, but the person who had appeared in the nightmare of Brandenburg training camp students, took only half a year. This man successfully instilled his somewhat distorted aesthetic concept. In the mind of Zimmerman, who was still a second lieutenant at the time, and as far as the lieutenant saw, he was not the only victim of that period.
"Enough is enough, take this man down and bandage it." Jurgen stopped the executioner's brutality, and he waved his hand to take the poor prisoner out of the room.
"It seems that this soldier does not know anything. It should be just an outside line. It is not worth wasting time on him." Lieutenant Colonel Kaufman said with the confession just obtained.
"I just want to see if Sergeant Claire’s technique has improved, but I was a little disappointed. Sergeant Claire, you should usually read more technical books to enrich your knowledge reserve. You can communicate with colleagues in other countries to strengthen your own business level. Next month, the General Security Bureau will have an exchange program with Scotland Yard. I hope you can sign up for it. "Jurgen is like a teacher publishing an assessment. A sturdy sergeant who looked like a bull, was like a shy student at the moment, with a flushed face, nodding and saying yes frequently.
"We have seen so many prisoners, you must have an intuitive understanding in your mind. Next we should take the next step, Major." Kaufman put the confession on the corner of the table and fell backwards Speaking of leaning back in the chair.
"There are still a few people on the list that I haven't seen before, I want to take a look at them all." Jurgen held his forehead with his hand and flipped through the documents in his hand.
"As you wish, Major, then take a prisoner." Kaufman sat back upright.
"This one has not been interrogated yet? I want to interrogate him myself." Jurgen turned to look at Kaufman.
"No problem, I'll leave it to you now, Major." The military police lieutenant colonel tilted his head and shrugged.
With the sound of the chains, a man who appeared to be in his forties was sneaked in by two strong German men. This Italian man has a standard Mediterranean face and a standard Mediterranean hairstyle on his head. Only a circle of sparse black hair on the side and a shiny scalp in the middle.
From the perspective of Italians of this age, this man is obviously over-favored. Don’t look at the height of only about 1.6 meters, the weight has obviously exceeded 90 kilograms. This fat man stands there quite well. With a beer belly, the German bet he would never see his toes when he lowered his head.
At this moment, there is only one set of underwear left on this fat man. I don't know if it was stripped off by someone after entering, or he was dressed like this when he was arrested, but Jurgen was obviously not interested in finding out.
"Anzio Leonardo Giovanni, butcher shop owner." Zimmerman put a file in front of Jurgen.
"I didn't see that this fat man has a criminal record? Suspected of commercial fraud, forged contracts, and used fake government documents. Only 20,000 lire was fined? These are all felony. How did he get away from the judge?" Ergen raised one eyebrow.
"Italy is different from ours. He probably bribed the officials involved." Zimmermann said.
"It can be seen that we are in front of a very clever criminal. I like to deal with clever people, especially the criminals in front of me. Don’t look at this clumsy body, they will often give you one Surprise, I remember that I met a guy like this in Berlin. He stood on the electrocution stand for five minutes, and the room was filled with the smell of fat. You must know that neither I nor the other interrogators had lunch. This is a torment for us." Jurgen smiled and told his colleagues this terrible story in fluent Italian.
Giovanni was almost crying, the whole face of the little fat man wrinkled, because he was gagged with cloth, so he could only look at the talking officer with an imploring look, hope The other party can be kind to poor Giovanni.
"Okay, Mr. Giovanni. I know what you are thinking. I think I can get through with us. I can only say that if you can’t give me a satisfactory answer, you can’t be safe. Leave this room without incident." Juergen said with a smile.
"Now take the cloth ball out of his mouth. Before I want to remind you, before I ask you, you are not allowed to speak a word. You can speak only if I allow you to speak. Everything depends on you Your performance and your safety are actually in your own hands. I hope you can understand this. Okay, let go of him." The SS major ordered.
One executioner loosened the hands behind his back and pulled out the ball of cloth from the fat man’s mouth. At this time, you can see that Giovanni is indeed a smart man. He immediately Covered his mouth with both hands.
"Very well, you did not disappoint me. Please sit down, Mr. Giovanni." Juergen nodded in satisfaction, and then gestured to both sides. Two strong men stepped forward and raised the Italian fat man. Then he threw it into the blood-stained chair.
"Mr. Giovanni, now we are going to make a game. Don't be afraid. If you cooperate, no one will come to hurt you." With a kind smile on Jurgen's face, two strong German men He was busy fixing the buckles that locked Giovanni's limbs.
"Look, I have a pen." Jurgen picked up a pen on the table.
"I still have an apple." The major took an apple in the fruit basket with his other hand, and the little fat man looked at the officer in the black uniform blankly.
"Then uh..." Jurgen inserted his pen into the apple.
"I have an apple pen." The German major said with a smug smile.
"Let's look at it next... I have a pen." Jurgen picked up the pen in front of Zimmermann~IndoMTL.com~ and then stood up and walked to Giovanni.
"I still have a head." The SS major changed his expression. He grinned and pressed the back of Giovanni's head. The sharp nib of the pen stopped in front of the little fat man's eyeballs, and the Italian couldn't help letting out a cry of fear. Wailing.
"Slap!" A crisp slap slapped the little fat man with Venus in front of him. When he recovered, the sharp pen tip appeared in front of him.
"I warned you, you can only make a sound if I allow you to speak out. This is a small punishment, to help you deepen this memory." Jurgen buckled the back of the Italian's neck forcefully , Said in a deep voice in his ear.
"Okay, let's continue the previous game. You see, I have a pen... I also have a head, now I just want to..." Jurgen made one and inserted it into Giovanni's eyes Go down the action.
"So what do you get? By the way, you can answer, Mr. Giovanni." The SS major asked with a smile.
"A.... head pen?" The Italian trembled with teeth, and looked at the officer in front of him with fear.
"Wrong, you will get a dead man! You idiot!" Jurgen gave the little fat man a brainstorm.
"Okay, the game is over, Mr. Giovanni. If you don’t want to be a brain pen, then just do as I say it is. Now let’s put you on your balcony yesterday morning Tell me everything you saw, what you met, what you saw, and what you heard at the time."
The SS major put his pen on the cap, and then walked slowly back to the desk.
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