I silently watched Mikhachev, trying not to expose my contempt.

"How's it going out there? What do the big guys say? Has it already been decided to surrender? Mikhachav turned to me, waved his hands and roared loudly.

I shook my head and dragged a chair to sit down.

"Don't sit, don't sit, it's a seventeenth-century palace crown chair, and if it breaks, you can't afford to pay for it." Mikhachav, shouted again.

"Can you be quiet for a moment?" The leader fiddled with his pistol.

"This is my territory, everything is up to me, what are you?" Mikhachav was even more furious.

The leader lightly raised his pistol and aimed it at Mikhachav.

I watched coldly, not wanting to say anything to stop the farce. On both sides of the flank, the Nazi forces on the one hand, and the traitors of the Northern Alliance on the other, in the event of a conflict, it would only be beneficial to the Northern Alliance.

"Our mission is to take you back with the big guys, and nothing else. If you're looking for something, I just need a gusset machine and nothing will happen. I can report to my superiors that you died from a stray bullet on the battlefield and have nothing to do with me. Anyway, we've caught the big guys, the city is already half in control, and it doesn't matter if you exist or not. The leader said coldly.

What he said was the truth, and the value of a traitor was that he surrendered the city inside and outside. Once the invading army has reached its goal, the traitor has no value.

"Alright, sit down." I gestured to another chair.

Although these wooden chairs have a distant history and valuable value, as long as the capital falls, they will be turned into firewood for the invading army to keep warm, and they will not hesitate to throw it into the fire. The capital is so cold that I believe that cultural relics are worthless in the face of human survival.

"Well, well, I'm going to report to Berlin that you have destroyed artifacts and failed to recognize the value of these artifacts. Wait for the Führer's punishment. Mikhachav sat down, his chest rising and falling, clearly angry.

"When are we leaving?" The leader asked.

Instead of Mikhachav, I replied: "Anytime, however, you seem to have forgotten an important task, which is to take the scrolls away." ”

The scroll and the tin bucket were right next to Mikhachav, and when he heard me say this, he immediately leaned over and took the scroll in his arms.

"Yes, I did forget that the Berlin Chancellery did explain this." The leader nodded.

At present, the secret of the scroll is only in the hands of Mikhachev, and I will only reveal the secret of the scroll in a panic if I keep persecuting him.

"Bring it." The leader said.

"This is mine, this is the treasure of the Northern Alliance, and I must meet the Führer before I can hand it over to him." Mikhachav tightened the scroll.

The leader stood up, walked up to Mikhachav, raised his arm, and pressed the muzzle of the gun to Mikhachev's temple. He didn't speak again, but the action said it all.

"Give him the scroll, no one can resist the will of the occupying army." I say.

Mikhachav shook his head vigorously, ignoring the pistol, and said in a loud voice: "This secret belongs to me, and the secret of the dragon belongs to me." Now, the Northern Alliance and the big shots are finished, and whoever owns this secret will be the future master of the world. ”

The leader sneered, "You want to be the master of the world? Let me tell you, there is only one true master of the world, and that is our great head. Under his leadership, our armored forces will go all the way east, across the Bering Strait, to the continental United States, and occupy North and South America. ”

Coincidentally, in the argument between the two men, the ringleader also inadvertently revealed the original purpose of the Nazis. As I expected, their blitzkrieg against the Northern Alliance was not just aimed at this city, but directly at North and South America. Of course, the capital of the Northern Alliance was able to supply them with supplies and become their transit point in Eastern Europe.

"You will not succeed, the world will always be under the control of the dragon. I must let the Führer know that no one can take over the globe without killing the dragon. Dragons are the threat to the world, the only force that can destroy this planet. Compared to the dragon, the Führer is also very small. Mikhachav shouted.

"You dare to slander the Führer?" The ringleader's right index finger was gently pulled on the trigger of the pistol, and with a click, the firing pin went empty.

It turned out that there were no bullets in the chamber of the gun, but this small action had frightened Mikhachav into screaming. One arm and threw away the scroll.

The leader stooped down and picked up the scroll, unfolded it violently, looked at it a few times, and closed it again.

"What the hell is this? It's just an ancient Chinese painting, what's so strange? In Poland, Vienna, France, we have seen too many of the same things, all claiming to be thousands of years old, but what is the point? He said to himself.

With his knowledge and cultivation, of course, he could not understand the culture of the Central Plains, thousands of kilometers away. Ancient Chinese paintings are the crystallization of culture, and in order to deeply understand the meaning of a painting, it is necessary to have at least ten years of Chinese cultural cultivation.

"Of course it makes sense, and the dragon's secret is in it. This is not something that a nobody like you can understand, only the Führer is worthy of studying ancient paintings with me. Mikhachav said.

"You clown, how dare you laugh at me?" The leader was really angry.

Even I, a Chinese, could not understand the meaning of this scroll, let alone the leader. All he could do was take the scroll back to Berlin and give it to the Führer, so that the top Nazi figure could slowly understand the secrets of the scroll. Actually, I had an even bolder idea, which was to follow this force back to Berlin and uncover the ultimate secret hidden within the scrolls.

"Okay, stop arguing." Mikhachav waved his hand violently.

The leader slowly stepped back, rolling the scroll up. Like a normal person, he didn't discover the secrets of the tin bucket, and he didn't even notice the tin bucket containing the scrolls.

"What are we waiting for?" Mikhachav asked.

"We have another unit that is headed to another place. When they come back and come together, we will go out of the city. The leader said.

I was shocked to find that I had really ignored the brutality of war. I always thought that the Nazis were targeting only the big guys, and it was one-sided that only one Nazi unit had entered the city. Now, it seems, not one, but two.

"Where did they go?" Mikhachav asked.

"Go find the other two." The leader replied.

Mikhachav shrugged his shoulders and glanced at me.

"I can't think of anyone else in this city who deserves a force to find other than the big guys." He said.

"Of course there is, you think the big guys are our only goal, but there are a lot of people who are more valuable than the big guys." The leader said.

"Who the hell is it?" Mikhachav got impatient.

"I don't know, because people are not going to be the same tasks. I've only heard roughly that those two men were wandering antique dealers in Europe, who had what the Führer wanted. The leader replied.

I suddenly had a bad premonition, because as long as I talked about antiques, it reminded me of Gu Tingcheng.

"When are they coming back?" I asked.

The leader looked at his watch and hesitated for a moment before replying, "It's been more than half an hour since the appointed time, and it's long overdue." ”

Now, I am also anxious, very worried that Gu Tingcheng will be injured in the fight with the Nazis. Medicines were scarce during the war, and the environment in the capital was so harsh that even minor skin injuries were difficult to heal.

"Why haven't you heard any gunshots?" I asked again.

The leader sneered: "They are arresting two antique dealers, and they are not spies, so of course they don't need to shoot." Unlike us, who just arrived at the station of the bigwigs, lost at least eleven people in two consecutive rounds of shootouts. ”

I know that Gu Tingcheng is about to be in danger again, and he will probably need my assistance.

"Actually, I have a suggestion, we'd better move the big guys down to avoid other accidents." I say.

"My people are vigilant and there will be no problems." The leader shook his head.

"You don't know what's going on in the city, the Northern Alliance has excellent sniper pistol skills, and the terrain around the museum is very complicated. You don't have to have a lot of people, just three snipers and your people will be killed in a matter of minutes. If you don't listen to us, you'll regret it. Mikhachav said.

I had to get back to the ground to be able to take control of the battle with foresight. Again, the safety of the big man is very important, and only by moving him underground can he be guaranteed that he will not be injured by stray bullets. This kind of transposition is a very crucial means of wisdom in warfare.

"Alright, go and give the order, let everyone into the basement, and build temporary fortifications." The leader ordered.

The two men who were spying on me immediately turned around and left silently.

"What's that?" The leader noticed the map around Mikhachav.

Mikhachav wanted to cover up, but it was too late.

"Give it to me." The leader commanded loudly.

Mikhachav sneered, remained motionless, and let the leader walk over, grabbing the map in his hand.

"What is this? Could this be the legendary entrance to the Earth's axis? He cried out under his breath.

I didn't say anything, just looked at it coldly.

In war, everyone wants to perform miraculous deeds, receive medals in front of kings and heads of state, glorify their ancestors, and leave a name for eternity. However, each person's quality is different, their vision is very different, and the things they can do are also very different. This leader was eager to take everything from Mikhachav's side, but he didn't know what was worth and what was not.

"This is the entrance map to the Earth's axis? That place is in the heart of the Himalayas, isn't it? The leader asked.

Both Mikhachav and I were silent and refused to answer.

"If we find the axis of the earth, we will also find the undead warriors, and at that time, our chariots will sweep everything - hahahaha, the whole world is ours, all the Führer's territory......" The leader laughed wildly.

During World War II, many people had high hopes for the "undead warriors".

Just like in the 21st century, after the Americans invented the "battlefield mechanical individual soldier", all countries were silent when they heard the news.

"Immortality" is a magical realm, because it is immortal, it can be used repeatedly, and there is no repair cost.

It can be said that the "immortal warrior" is a perpetual motion machine in another sense. Once put into use, it can be recycled indefinitely, and no secondary maintenance is required.

At the current level of physical science, the perpetual motion machine only exists in theory, but it will definitely be invented.

In the same way, before the Earth Axis was found, the "Undead Warriors" were just legends, but as long as that creature existed, it would definitely be found.

The Nazi Führer unearthed the doctrine of the "Earth Axis", but by the time the place was found, his remains had long since decayed into dust.

Today, half of the city has been taken by the Nazis. If I can't ride a thousand and kill the enemy, the Northern Alliance will be finished.