"Here we are, General." Captain Werther, the adjutant who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked back.

Wisher didn't seem to hear his subordinates, and he leaned back in the back seat of the car, his eyes staring out the window.

"Here we are, Your Excellency the Chief of Staff."

Doughan's face was gloomy, and he gently patted Weirle's shoulder.

"Oh? What the...... Oh, here we are. ”

Werler shuddered, and he turned his head to look at Dogan, only then did he realize that his car had stopped.

"I'm distracted, Siegfried." Wehrle said with a somewhat embarrassed smile.

"Maybe you should get some rest when you get back, Your Excellency, you've been too tired during this time." Dougan said indifferently.

"Yes, when this time passes, I will consider Xiang Yuan for a vacation, what about you?"

"I hate vacations."

“……”

Captain Werther got out of the car neatly, and he walked around the front of the car to open the door for Werle.

Werler got out of the car, stretched his shoulders, and then looked up at the sprawling old building in front of him with interest.

The huge stone façade has been eroded by wind and rain for hundreds of years, leaving the marks of time on every rock.

Among them, there are also memorials left by previous wars, the holes made by old-fashioned solid shells, the bullet holes made by musket shells, and the wounds of stone cracks are now covered with a layer of turquoise moss, but they still can't hide the tragedy of the war.

This is a castle, or rather, a fortress, where there have been so many blood-boiling fights, how many heroes have been bloodied, and Werler can't help but think about the scarred walls.

"Salute all!"

A loud command dragged Werler, who was immersed in the long river of history, back to reality.

Werler turned around sharply and found a full half company of army gendarmes standing in front of him, led by a gendarmerie major, looking at him with a humble face.

"Are you...... Major Yorks. Weierle returned a military salute, and then asked the military police major, who was hurrying towards him.

"Yes, General Verrle, I and my men have been waiting for you since we received a call from the High Command. Oh, and Colonel Dogen. The gendarmerie major nodded respectfully to Dogen, who had walked over to Wheeler and stood still.

"You're gathering pretty fast...... Major. Dogen said coldly.

"Yorks, Colonel Dogan."

Yokes turned his head and pointed at his subordinates with a proud face on his face and said, "My subordinates are the best soldiers, I train them rigorously every day, and I feel very honored to receive your compliments. ”

"Hmph." Dogen frowned slightly.

"Alright, let's get down to business now. Yorks, did the High Command tell you what we were here for? Wehrle took over, knowing that Dougan had never had the slightest affection for the gendarmes.

"No, Your Excellency General, the command just said that you are coming, let us cooperate, without further explanation."

"Yes......" Weirle laughed.

"Are we just standing here talking?"

"Ah, no, Your Excellency. It's my negligence, please go inside and rest. ”

Jokes made a respectful gesture of please, and then led Werler and his party towards the fortress.

Wheeler was surprised to find that the fortress was guarded by a deep natural ravine, and there was no road through it except for the wooden drawbridge in front of the main entrance, which was no longer of any age.

The other three sides of the fortress were surrounded by dense bushes, and he believed that no army would be able to carry out an effective offensive operation on such terrain.

"This was built during the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France, I have never seen such a strong fortress, the whole fortress has only one entrance and exit, and the other three sides are ten meters high solid stone walls, you can imagine the expressions of those British soldiers when they saw this fortress. It is said that the fortress had fallen only once during the Napoleonic era, but the attackers paid a considerable price. ”

Seeing that Werler was interested in his castle, Jocks wasted no time in introducing it.

"Well, it is indeed a model of a military fortress, although it is not large, but it is indeed difficult to capture it from the front without the support of strong firepower."

Dogen said as he watched the gendarmes patrolling the high walls around him.

"Indeed, I heard that the only time it fell was because the food in the fortress ran out." Yorks graciously introduced.

"Well, I don't think we're the time to talk about that, we're not here to visit, Major Yorks."

Walking to the small square in the middle of the fortress, Weirle stopped.

"I can explain to you our purpose now."

Weierle paused, and then said with a serious face: "That person's sentence has come down, and it will be executed tonight." ”

"What...... What, I'm very sorry, Your Excellency, I don't know which one you're referring to. York asked, confused.

"Werther!"

Weirle shouted in a deep voice.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Werther walked quickly behind Wehrle, pulled a document from the file bag hanging from his waist and handed it to Wehrle.

"Hmm."

Weirle nodded approvingly to his adjutant, and the young man finally behaved like an adjutant.

"Major Yorks, please remember, this is top secret, and you should know the consequences of circulating." Dogan said coldly on the side.

"Of course, Colonel."

York took the document from Wierle's hand with a serious face, and his eyes widened in surprise as he had just read two lines.

"It's him, I see."

York respectfully handed the document back to Weirle.

"It is a great honour for me to be able to carry out such an important task, Your Excellency. What else can I do for you now? ”

"I would like to have a private conversation with the prisoner before the execution." Weirle said indifferently.

"This ...... You know the rules...... The High Command has an order......"

York hesitated, but when he saw that a strange cold light began to flicker in Weierle's eyes, he didn't care about anything.

"However, there is no problem for you, Your Excellency." He said loudly.

"And me."

"Of course, you certainly don't have a problem, Colonel Dogen."

"Are you sure you really want to see him? Doggett. ”

Walking down the long, gloomy aisle of the fortress's basement, Weirle whispered to Dogen beside him.

"Yes, I confirm it, Your Excellency."

There was no expression on Dougan's face now.

"Do you hate that person?"

"No, Your Excellency, I'm not disgusted, I hate that person." Doug replied coldly.

"Then why are you going to see him?"

"Then why did you go to see him, Your Excellency?" Dougan asked rhetorically.

Wierle did not reply, and he continued on in silence.

"Your Excellency, you are familiar with him."

Dougan didn't turn his face to look at Weierle, he asked in a low voice.

"It's familiar, I met him from the last war."

Werler smiled bitterly after speaking.

"We were very good friends for a long time."

"Oh." Dogen nodded, a look of sympathy flashing in his eyes, but the next second his trademark grim look returned to his face.

"It is not a pleasant thing to bring news of the death of a good friend, Your Excellency."

"Yes, Dogen. But he's not my friend anymore. Also, please don't be too me, Colonel. ”

"I understand, Your Excellency."

The aisle was long, and Dougan and Wierle walked silently along the shattered stone floor, the crisp footsteps of leather boots on the stone slabs echoed in the aisle.

The eerie aisle was lined with torches, the air smelled faintly turpentine, the air here was not as muddy and stuffy as expected, it seemed that there must be another ventilation system, as evidenced by the flickering flames of the torches on the wall, the constantly flickering fire brought a touch of vitality to this gloomy aisle but also succeeded in brewing an eerie atmosphere.

"How many people are being held here, Major."

Werther, who was walking side by side with Yorks, asked in a whisper.

"Forty-five people, all felons." Yorks was happy to show off his power to the young adjutant.

"Was this place meant to be a prison in the first place?"

"I don't know about this, I don't think it should be like this, in those days it was impossible for prisoners to live in such good conditions. I guess this was probably the storehouse of the fortress, stacked with food or weapons, that's why it was built so sturdy and had a good ventilation system. York proudly flaunted his knowledge.

"So has it been so quiet here? I can barely feel that anyone else is here. Werther looked curiously at the clumsy wooden doors on both sides of the wall inlaid with steel bars, most of which were badly corroded.

"Maybe these gates are as old as this fortress." The young adjutant secretly guessed.

"Where, my friend, these guys were so noisy when they first moved here, and only after a week of interrogation did they become honest, as they are now." York said with a smile.

"Here we are, this is it."

Jocks stopped at a door, and he turned to Wehrle.

As Wierle approached the door, a gendarme hurriedly opened a small sliding window on the door, and the rusted frame let out a piercing wail in the equally rusted track.

"It's him."

Wierle let out a long sigh after glancing around the room.

"Open the door." Wehrle turned to Jokes and commanded loudly.

"Yes, General. Open the door. ”

A gendarme hurriedly pulled out a large set of keys, and after a creepy sound of metal grinding, the door to the cell opened.

"You go outside and wait for me, no one is allowed to come in without my orders, do you hear me clearly?" Weirle ordered solemnly.

"Yes, Your Excellency. But......" York looked into the cell with some concern.

"There's nothing, you don't have to worry about my safety, do you think this person inside still has the ability to threaten me."

"Of course not, Your Excellency, then I'll go up first, there are still some preparations to be completed."

"Very well, you go about your work, just leave two soldiers at the top of the stairs."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Jokes nodded respectfully to Werler and Dougan and hurried away with the two gendarmes, he did have a lot to prepare, at least before dinner.

"Give me the bag, you stay at the door." Weirle whispered to Werther.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Werther handed a brown cowhide briefcase to Wehrle.

"Let's go inside."

Weirle took the briefcase, turned to Dogan and nodded, then lowered his head and walked into the dimly lit cell without the low lintel.

The cells weren't as cramped as they might seem from the outside, almost the size of a normal resident's bedroom, and they looked pretty empty due to their lack of furniture.

The air in the cell is also acceptable, and it can be said to be fresh if it were not for the constant odor in the corner.

Willer quickly found the reason, and there was a small window in the high wall at one end of the cell, through which the evening sun was shining through, which also made the cell less dark.

It turns out that this basement is not as deep underground as I imagined.,It's a semi-underground structure.,Think about it.,I didn't walk many steps when I came down just now.,It seems that I've been misled by the gloomy walkway outside.。

Leaning against the wall of the cell lay a brand-new canvas camp bed, which was now a mess, with what appeared to be a blanket piled up on the bedside.

There was a low folding table in the middle of the room, and a shabby desk and a chair in the corner at the other end of the room.

There was now a man sitting with his back to the doorway at the folding table in the middle of the room, and he sat there silently, and there was such a loud noise in the doorway that he didn't seem to hear it at all.

"How are you? My old friend ......"

Weirle walked slowly behind the man and whispered.