Levin . Kyle grabbed the tie knot with his fingers, twisted his stiff neck from side to side, and looked back at the four-meter-tall brick manor gatehouse behind him. It rained all night last night, and the clouds didn't start until after nine o'clock in the morning, and now the outside temperature is only about five degrees, and the breath from the mouth and nose immediately condensed into a white mist.

Leaning on the door of his 1934 Citroën Pioneer, Kyle reached into the inner pocket of his leather trench coat and pulled out a small, silver-glittering flat box with a hand-engraved German police insignia on the nickel-plated lid.

Looking around, Kyle took off the leather glove on his right hand and rested it on the bonnet beside him, then opened the lid of the box, which was filled with hazel tobacco, which would have filled the air with the aroma of tobacco if it weren't so cold.

It's a small, handmade cigarette maker that is very popular among the police in Berlin, and whether it's in the depression or the war, the police always get their hands on rare controlled goods on the market, such as Brazilian tobacco in beautiful aluminum cans.

Twist a pinch of tobacco into the cigarette curtain behind the lid, press it firmly with your thumb, and pull out a cigarette paper from the other side of the box. Kyle licked the edge of the paper with his tongue, put it on top of the curtain, put his fingers on both sides of the paper, and then slammed the lid shut, and a self-rolling cigarette popped out of the opening under the lid.

Kyle picked up the cigarette, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then held it to his lips. He looked up again, put the cigarette maker into the pocket on the outside of his fur coat, and pulled out a box of matches from inside.

"Captain, have your contact." The back window of the Citroen rolled down, and a head with a soft hat in the shape of an army ship popped out.

"Is it Major Lorham?" Kyle quickly extinguished the freshly lit match, took the cigarette from his mouth and tucked it behind his ear.

"No, it's Lieutenant Colonel Rice, he's going to talk to you." The communications soldier handed out a headset with a microphone hanging from it.

"Hey sir, I'm Kyle." Kyle said with his headphones to his ear and the microphone in his other hand. Then he puffed up his chest and bumped the heels of his feet.

"Hey! Reinhart! ”

"Hey! Reinhart! The Citroen car resounded with the echoes of the messenger and the driver.

"Yes, yes, I'm waiting at the gate right now, sir. It's all ready, and nothing can go wrong, yes, I've checked it myself, sir. Okay, sir, please. Kyle put on his headphones, took off the cigarette behind his ear and put it in his mouth, then raised an eyebrow at the communications soldier who was looking at him, who quickly retracted his head.

"I can assure you that the two kilometers around the perimeter are all our men, and the secret posts have been set up according to your orders, and the gendarmerie patrols with military dogs will not be able to cross our lines." Lighting a match again, Kyle lights his handmade cigarette.

"The people from the Army Headquarters arrived in the middle of the night last night, yes, it rained a lot last night, sir." The lieutenant turned his head to look at the woods on his right.

"It's the communications support troops, they hold an order from the Army Command with the autograph of Marshal Brauchitsch. You already know that, sir. Of course... Me and my men obeyed only the orders of the RSD command. Captain Kyle wiped a piece of tobacco off his lips with his fingers.

"What?! The Führer has already set off ?! Half an hour ahead of schedule? The captain straightened up.

"What do you need me to do now, sir, please give the order." Kyle exclaimed.

"Yes, obey, I'll go immediately, thank you, sir, it's my pleasure, understand sir, hi! Reinhart! Kyle replied loudly.

"Well, you have also heard, the Führer is already on his way here, immediately notify the below, all units are on the highest alert, and from now on any suspicious elements who trespass into the warning area without permission and do not heed the warnings of the guards will be killed." The captain took a sharp puff of his cigarette, then threw half of the cigarette butt on the road under his feet, and then stretched out his leather shoe and crushed it vigorously.

"Start the engine, and we will now go and inform His Majesty that the Führer is about to arrive." Kyle patted the roof of the car, then pulled the door open and got into the car, Citroen quickly turned around and drove into the doorway under the porter.

Kyle is a squad leader at RSD, commanding a team of nine capable operatives. Half a month ago, he was dispatched by his superiors to Duolun to conduct preliminary reconnaissance and preparation work on the route of the Führer's visit.

The RSD has undergone a complete reconstruction, and today it is staffed by people from all over the country, mainly from the main police stations, with the exception of some from the General Security Bureau. The General Security Bureau divided the men into several detachments, each of which was responsible for the work within its area of responsibility, and Kyle led one of these teams.

Prior to joining RSD, Kyle was a criminal agent at the Berlin Police Department. His grandfather was a colonel in the old Prussian Army, his father was a lieutenant colonel in artillery in the Imperial German Army, and his uncle was a captain in the prestigious 13th Prussian Cuirassier Regiment, but unfortunately died on the Ukrainian front in 1916.

In Kyle's generation, he completely inherited his father's martial spirit, but instead of following his father's wishes, he chose to wear a beautiful Prussian flat police cap.

Because of his family roots, as well as his good personal business ability, and some impetus from his family connections, Kyle was soon transferred to the Berlin Police Department and became a senior criminal police officer in civilian clothes.

Barron Manor is a standard 18th-century aristocratic manor house, but because it is located in a sparsely populated suburb, the designers put security and defense in an important position.

A large area of dense woods with shrubs and drainage trenches formed a natural barrier on the perimeter of the estate, with a small medieval-style gatehouse on the only way to the estate.

After the German invasion of the Netherlands, the high command, considering the political value of Wilhelm II, deliberately sent a platoon of army soldiers to the manor, saying that it was to protect the abdicated emperor, but in fact it was more like a quarantine procedure.

Apparently there were people in Berlin who were worried that the abdicated emperor would make indecent remarks. The whole of Europe knew that the German Emperor was a big-mouthed man, and although he seemed to have relented in his old age, God knows when the Emperor would be on the wrong side of his nerves and tell the truth that drove the Nazi leaders crazy.

The officer who commanded that guard unit was an army captain who had participated in the war against Poland and had been awarded the Iron Cross of the 1st class on the battlefield. The order of the High Command forbade any German soldiers to enter the manor, and at the same time forbade them from having contact with the personnel of the manor, so as not to disturb the life of the abdicated emperor, and the captain has not spoken a full ten words to His Majesty the emperor until now.

At the beginning of the war, the General Security Bureau sent a Gestapo team to Duolun, which not only monitored the emperor, but also searched for possible local rebels and Jews.

As a result, Hitler died suddenly within a few months, and the order to arrest the Jews was urgently halted by the headquarters. In fact, there were not many Jews here, and Duolun was only a small town at that time, and all the inhabitants combined were less than a thousand people, and they basically knew each other, and it was impossible to hide which family was a Jew.

Because it was not a military location, the Germans encountered no resistance when they occupied Duolun, and most of the local residents could speak High German and could communicate smoothly with the Germans, so the resistance to the occupation forces was relatively light. The Gestapo team had been idle in Toron for a long time, and soon most of the personnel were redeployed to places where they were needed more, leaving only two people to continue to monitor the activities of the estate.

As Citroen drove up the road diagonally across the manor's median line, Kyle looked through the window at a military tent set up in the distance by the woods, with a yellow-green camouflage net on top, which was a makeshift command post for the vigilance troops. As of yesterday, the guard force on the outskirts of the manor had outnumbered two battalions.

The Air Force also sent six stork reconnaissance planes to conduct air patrols, and as soon as the sky cleared, they saw this flock of iron birds buzzing around the manor, and once they found any suspicious targets on the ground, they would notify the ground troops by radio, and at the same time drop smoke beacons to indicate the direction. These storks also carry machine guns that can strafe the ground, and although they are not as powerful as fighter jets, they are better than staying in the air for long enough.

PS: I've been busy with exams recently, so I hope you can understand.

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