"You, who are you? What questions are you asking? Gaspar looked at the group of Italians eating noodles around him, and suddenly felt panicked.

"Me? You can call me Robin, as for my identity? I think you understand, right? As he spoke, the German officer pointed to two collar badges on his collar, two lightning bolt-shaped "SSs" on the left and four parallelograms with two thin bars at the bottom, indicating that their owners were SS majors.

"SS?!" Looking at the iconic "Lightning SS", Gaspar's eyes widened, "What are you guys ...... How did you come to the Alps? You shouldn't ......"

"What shouldn't be? Shouldn't you fight to the death with you in Belgium? Robin laughed, "I'm sorry, the SS can go wherever they want, maybe tomorrow there will be someone dressed like me in Paris." Okay, I'm done answering your question, now it's time for me to ask. ”

"You ask, but whether I'll answer or not is another story." After learning that the person in front of him was his mortal enemy, a sneer began to appear on Gaspar's face.

"Mu......" Robin touched his chin, and after a moment of thought, he stood up and instructed an Italian soldier in Italian, "Get me someone who understands French." ”

"Yes sir." The Italian soldier saluted, turned and ran towards a group of people gathered not far away.

Soon he returned with a man.

"Sir, are you looking for me?" The soldier who had been brought over looked at Robin suspiciously and asked.

"Do you know French?" Robin asked the soldier in fluent French.

"Yes sir, I know French." The soldier immediately replied in French with a slight Italian accent, "I lived in France for a long time when I was a child. ”

"Good." Robin laughed, and he turned around to wake up another French captive.

"Oh...... What's wrong with me? François, who had just woken up from a coma, was just as confused as Gaspar before him.

"François, are you alright?" Gaspar asked with concern.

"Gaspar? ......," François shook his head, "where are we?" Damn it...... I remember the two of us fighting with a bunch of Italians...... I remember there was still some time before the continental football tournament, right? Why did the Italians start doing it so early? ”

As she spoke, he lowered his head again, covered his head and lamented, "Oh Virgin Mary! My head hurts...... Which Italian is so ruthless? ”

"Uh...... Sorry, I'm not Italian and I don't like Italian teams either. In fact, I'm a Leipzig fan. Robin shrugged his shoulders, "I'm sorry for kicking your head, but I can't help it, I don't think you'll agree to go with us when you're sober." ”

"What the hell are you ......" François heard the murderer who kicked him, and immediately raised his head angrily to see if it was the bastard who dared to kick him.

The most important thing is that he dares to like the German team, don't you know what Germany and France are playing now?

But as soon as he looked up and saw Robin's face and the handsome and unreasonable winter uniform of the SS, he was speechless.

Apparently he knew the Germans better than Gaspar.

"SS?!" François swallowed the last half of the sentence "What are you doing" and turned into a cry of surprise, "What are you ...... How did you get here? Is France finished? ”

"You're mistaken, though you're weak—no, very weak—you're not going to lose your entire land so quickly." Robin smiled and "comforted", "Actually, we only came a few dozen people, but there are more people from Italy......

"What do you mean......" François said stunned.

Gaspar patted François, who was all over the place, and then stretched out his finger and pointed around lightly.

François looked around with a bewildered expression.

I saw a group of soldiers in white winter coats looking at themselves from more than ten meters away, just like looking at animals in a zoo.

And the iconic thing in their hands already says about their nationality.

"Well, I see......" François covered his face with his hands, wondering when his homeland would provoke God, the attack from the east was enough to kill, and then Italy to the west also came to the rescue......

"Well, it's good to get it." Robin nodded with satisfaction, "Got it, then tell me about your armament." ”

"Don't think about it! Dream on, German! "I won't tell you! Invader of all evils! The two of them refused at the same time.

After speaking, the two also glanced at each other with "sympathy", which was quite a taste of heroes appreciating each other.

"Oh...... All right. Robin sighed, "I'm sorry, you can both live what I just said, and now ...... Sorry, you're only going to have one more to live - whoever says who lives. ”

As he spoke, he took out a cloth bag from his backpack behind his back and unfolded it in front of the two of them.

It's not a Christmas present, it's a whole set of surgical knives!

He took out the surgical knife and wiped it while saying to himself, "Ah...... It's been a long time since I've played with these things, and I don't know if I'll get my hands raw when I cut the meat...... No, it will be born...... I hope General Ludwig won't blame me for throwing away all his craft......"

"Ah...... Sneez~" At the same time, Ludwig, who was far away in Berlin and was correcting the documents, sneezed loudly, he wiped his nose and said, "Huh? I have a cold? ”

"Separate them, and let whoever says it go!" Robin put the knife away and motioned in French to the French-speaking soldier to take François.

"Good general." The Italian soldier was obviously very good at getting things done, and even made a very evil expression very cooperatively, and even accompanied by a few "demonic laughs".

There is no doubt that the fear of the unknown slammed into the hearts of François and Gaspar.

You can see it in their eyes.

"You can't do this to us! We are prisoners of war! We are protected by the Geneva Conventions! You can't do this to us! François, who was dragged away, stared at his legs and shouted with horror on his face.

"Geneva Conventions? Hmm......" Robin touched his chin, as if he was scared.

"Yes, yes! Geneva Conventions! Hope of life crossed the faces of both François and Gaspar, and the Italian soldiers stopped dragging their way.

"Uh-huh......" Robin continued to rub his chin, and after a long time, he said, "Nice name, is this your unique French cake?" If I kill you, will it come and beat me? Ahaha! Ahahahaha! ”

Robin laughed as he spoke, like a madman.

"Let's go, let's go~" The Italian soldier laughed twice again, dragging François, who was like ashes, away from Gaspar, who was also like ashes.