Chapter 132: Value-for-money goods

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At a small checkpoint on the German border to Poland, two German Wehrmachts carried rifles and stared at civilians lined up for transit. On the side of these civilians, more than a dozen SS guards were looking through their documents while searching their packages.
A truck was parked on the roadside, and two SS officers stood on the side, smoking, talking and laughing. Their conversation was not small, and obviously there was nothing to hide: "Captain Lucian, this is What day is it? "
"It's the seventh day." The captain named Lucian pointed to the crowd in line: "The order given above must retrieve the lost things. This involves a very large plan, so we must be cautious. "
"Have you heard about Cole? It's the guy who was transferred to the training class of the Motorized Transport Division of the National Defense Forces." Another officer with the rank of lieutenant on his shoulders asked, frowning while taking a deep breath of cigarettes: "What a lucky guy."
"You mean the Cole who bought the car a few days ago?" Captain Lucian glanced at his colleague, his eyes full of envy and helplessness: "The guy disappeared for a few days, and he came back and tanned with lump coal It ’s the same, but it ’s a lot more generous. Our old colleagues, who each sent a cigarette and bought a new car, are really generous.

"I heard that I went there." The lieutenant officer said with a cursed lip: "As a result, he was promoted and made a fortune. Now that they are majors, I heard that they have been transferred back to the SS."
Speaking of which, he lowered his voice and whispered: "The 2nd SS Division, I heard that he commanded dozens of tanks, which was quite powerful."
Lucian spit a white mist to the side, and some sour answers: "Yes, there is nothing more to say when transferred back there."
He dropped the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it with his feet twice: "Now the National Defense Forces are tactical vests and new rifles, and they see the mixed man like a dog; the SS side is also Fengshengshui. From the beginning, it is also known as the 'head of the army', and the treatment is even more extraordinary. "
"Isn't it? We are all old equipment that has been eliminated. I received a batch of mp38 submachine guns last year, which made me happy. But after chatting with the transporter commander responsible for the escort, I learned that it was the new one of the defense force Now, the eliminated ... "The lieutenant on the side nodded.
"Hey! That one over there! That's you!" Captain Lucian shouted loudly at a rural woman with a basket not far away: "Take out your hand that is inside the basket! Take it out slowly ! "
With such a finger, several German soldiers around him immediately surrounded them, carrying rifles and submachine guns, with a fierce look on their faces.
The peasant woman raised her hands high and was so scared that she couldn't hold her body: "My God! I do everything! Don't kill me!"
It was a misunderstanding by looking like this, but a German soldier still stepped forward and turned over the basket full of potatoes: "Sir! There is nothing in the basket! It's all potatoes." There was a dark potato in his pocket.
It's no wonder that he yanked his hair. It's because the second-line SS was squeezed by the National Defense Force so badly that the supplies were not sufficient. For example, the regular army of the National Defence Force has three meals a day, and it is full of potatoes and vegetables, but when it comes to the Armed Forces, because of the party sponsorship, it may be possible to mix a broth a week, but to the poor SS reserve. , Only the vegetable soup and brown bread are left ... so the grassroots soldiers at the grass-roots level learned to find things that could be used everywhere.
Moreover, in most cases, these SS soldiers do n’t have the courage to dare to take anything from the civilians. After all, they are here today to set up checkpoints and question passers-by. In the principle of being cheap and not occupying the bastard, I did a little bit of harm.
Captain Lucian quickly walked over, and carefully looked at the peasant woman's basket with the two soldiers, and also checked her ID and pass.
Finally, in the terrified eyes of the peasant woman, Lucian waved her hand to be let go: "Let her continue to line up! He didn't come from Germany. He entered the border yesterday and stole some potatoes."
The tense atmosphere eased, and people continued to line up to prepare for the border checkpoint; German soldiers continued to check their documents one by one.
A man wearing a black bowler hat lined up at the end of the line frowned, reached out and put it in the inner pocket of the trench coat, and touched the iron box inside. He was instructed to take this iron box across the border checkpoint, and heard that it was a very important first-level intelligence related to the life and death of the motherland.
It seems that it's hard to pass here. The man wearing a black bowler sighed softly, turned and left the team, and walked slowly towards the distance. He didn't look back, he didn't dare to walk too fast, for fear of causing the surrounding Germany Soldier's attention.
Already walking halfway back with the lieutenant, Captain Xi'an suddenly stopped and turned to glance at the crowd in line. He wanted to force the suspicious elements through the panic atmosphere formed by the rigorous investigation just now. He didn't have much hope, but as a result he saw a man in a black bowler hat walking away in the distance with his back.
"Stop! That hatted one!" Lu Xian shouted loudly.
Several soldiers with guns looked at their commander, and then followed the commander's gaze to see the man who was running to the side of the grass under the hat.
"Stop!" Several soldiers pointed their guns at the back.
"What are you still doing? Shoot!" Lucian shouted loudly while drawing a pistol out of his holster: "Slay him! Don't let him run!"
"Boo!" A soldier fired with a rifle, scaring several civilians beside him to squat to avoid it, but obviously the soldier's marksmanship was not clever. When he put down the gun and pulled the bolt to load, the man was wearing a bowler hat Man is still running like a distance.
"Boo!" The second shot sounded. This time the bullet rushed out of the barrel of the gun, flew out of the muzzle, and instantly flew a distance of tens of meters, accurately drilling into the man's shoulder. Suddenly blood spattered, and the man fell forward, looking very embarrassed.
"Catch him! Hurry!" Seeing the man fall to the ground, Lucian couldn't take a gun anymore, and ran over directly, shouting to the lieutenant behind him while he ran: "He may have associates! Pay attention to maintaining the team Order, everyone must check again! Do n’t be lazy! "
The lieutenant was already holding the pistol in his hand at this time. Hearing the arrangement of Lucian, he immediately ordered the soldiers around him: "The bullet is loaded! Check everyone carefully! Confirm the identity of these people! Dare to mess up and fire immediately. "
As soon as his order was over, the sound of pulling the bolt was heard, and several soldiers of the National Defense Forces near the sentry post looked at the rifle dignifiedly. The atmosphere was tense again, and there were women crying softly. , Apparently the gunfire just scared these civilians.
And over there, Lucian and several soldiers have surrounded the top hat man who was shot and fell to the ground. They carefully approached the fallen target and shouted as they approached: "Sir! Put your hands on us to see Location! Hurry up! Otherwise I do n’t mind shooting two more shots! "
The man who fell to the ground rolled over painfully, and then showed his left hand. The blood had soaked his trench coat. He gasped and seemed to be dead soon, but when his right hand reached out, he held a small and exquisite hand Pistol.
"Boo!" "Boo!" "Boo!" The concentrated German soldier did not give him any chance to resist. More than one person opened fire. Several people pulled the trigger subconsciously, and soon the man in the bowler hat fell to pieces. There was no more sound in the pool of blood.
Lucian walked over, kicked the corpse on the ground with his foot, squatted down and turned over the pocket on the corpse, and the action came abruptly, pulling out a small iron box. He carefully shook the box gently, and there was a crunchy metal impact inside.
Lucian smiled and was very happy. This credit is probably enough for him to be promoted to major. It may also be possible to transfer him directly to the Waffen SS. In that case, he is not far away from driving a car to live in a house. The lieutenant over there also got together and handed Lucian a cigarette.
"What is this?" Lieutenant asked Lu Xi'an as he lighted a cigarette.
"The above said that a very important piece of intelligence was stolen by a spy. A few days ago, a person from the National Defense Force Intelligence Section caught a woman. More than a dozen people tried her best to toss her all night before the lady spoke. "" While smoking, Lucian talked about the process in a very ambiguous tone.
"She has handled two submissions, both of which are core confidential documents. She has no right to ask about the specific content, but it is indeed a very important document. I didn't expect to be found by me today! It seems that the day for you and me to be promoted is not far away!" Lucian spit out a smoke ring, and he proudly opened the metal box to the lieutenant: "Look!"
In the metal box lies a short round iron bucket, which can be used for rolls at a glance. But there was only one, who seemed lonely in the corner of the iron box.
The lieutenant looked upset and looked up at Captain Lucian: "Also ... is there another?"
"What about the phone? What about the phone?" Lucian panicked and ran to the checkpoint guard box on the other side of the border.
He ran into the sentry box, grabbed the phone, and shouted loudly: "I am Captain Lucian of the SS Reserve Army! I have an important military report! Hurry up and receive the SS Command!"
"This is the telephone line of the border checkpoint of the 44th Division of the National Defense Forces! You need to change the phone to find the SS!" The person over the phone said very bluntly.
"..." Lucian had a urge to curse people.
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Berlin, the Defence Forces Headquarters Intelligence Section, Major General Gascol is standing and calling the Head of State Akado to report on the implementation of the mission: "My Head, everything is going according to plan ... Yes! ... Yes! ... partly stopped at the border, the real thing has been arranged ... arrived in Poland without any surprises. Yes! ... long live the head of state! "