"On... Captain? Seeing clearly the rank on the shoulders of the opponent's uniform, the communications platoon commander was stunned.

"Colonel Kirsten worked in the High Command." Spotting the new friend's ghostly expression, Rohnster kindly reminded him.

"The High Command?! You mean, the Supreme Command? Craig became even more nervous, which was the core command of the Wehrmacht.

"Don't be nervous, Hans, Colonel Kirsten is a nice guy to get along with, didn't you hear Mercertes still call her sister?" Rounst stood up and waved at Kirsten.

"Sorry for the delay, Scott. Hey, look what I've brought you, Mercetes. Kirsten greeted Roernst first, then crouched down and hugged the little Lori who pounced on him.

"Lollipop? Oooh oh! Lollipop! Mercertes was an easily satisfying little fellow, and she jumped on the spot with joy holding up the candy that Kirsten had given her.

Germany does not produce sugar cane, but there are sugar beet, since the mid-eighteenth century, when the president of the Prussian Academy of Sciences, the famous chemist Margrave discovered the sucrose in sugar beets, after almost half a century of artificial selection and cultivation, Germany finally cultivated a sugar beet variety with a very high sugar content, and in the early nineteenth century began to be planted on a large scale in the country, in order to reduce Germany's dependence on overseas sugar imports.

To say that the history of the French planting sugar beet is a little earlier than the Germans, when Napoleon's French Empire was blocked by the British sea, France can no longer import cane sugar from overseas, how can the dwarf who loves sweets stand this, so he promoted the cultivation of sugar beets throughout France as an alternative source of food sweetness.

The modern sugar industry in Germany only began to develop at the beginning of the 19th century, and in the forties the fruity hard candy produced in Germany became world-famous and became one of the favorite supplies of the Wehrmacht soldiers.

"It must seem expensive." Craig secretly wondered to himself, just looking at the candy wrapper on the outside, he knew that it was a product of a famous store.

"I'll introduce you, this is Hans. Mr. Craig, a close friend of John, is now serving in the Cyprus Regiment as a sergeant platoon leader. Rounst enthusiastically introduced Kirsten.

"Fortunately, Sergeant Craig." Kirsten greeted with a smile.

"It's an honor to meet you, up, up... Mr. Colonel... Ah no, I mean... Lady! Craig straightened his chest and stammered in greeting.

To say that he has been shuttling between the command organs of the legion, and he has seen a lot of colonels and generals, but in the face of the beautiful female officer in front of him, he inexplicably began to get nervous.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Craig, we're not in the barracks right now, and don't forget we're here for a picnic." Kirsten generously stretched out his hand and shook hands with the strong communications platoon commander.

"Yes, Mr. Colonel, no, ma'am." Craig blushed and replied loudly with his head tilted.

Gold was smiling desperately, his friend looking hopeless.

"It looks like a soldier, and the two shouldn't have known each other before." Not far from the river, where Rohnster was, a pair of eyes were nervously watching the scene.

"Have you taken all the shots? This should make the above satisfied. The man pressed down on the brim of his cap and whispered to his companion.

"It's been filmed, and I don't feel good right now, is it really necessary to do that?" The person who spoke pretended to be indifferent and carefully closed the holster of the camera.

"This is an order from above, and we can only obey it unconditionally." With that, the man twisted off a blade of grass stuck to his pants.

He was now just as worried as his companions, and since he learned the identity of the target he needed to monitor, the agent had cursed viciously at the first deputy People's Commissar who had given orders.

Can you imagine what will happen to the NKVD head secretly spied on in Moscow? If it is discovered here, the consequences will be no different.

As field agents of the NKVD of the Soviet Union, they had all received extremely rigorous spy training, and they once confidently thought they could handle any dangerous situation, but here and now, they really felt that fear that went deep into their bones, and they felt like they were dancing by a wolf's lair at the moment, and they were deliberately bare-bottomed.

"Right in the direction of you at eleven o'clock, two people, dressed like tourist college students. Don't alarm them just yet, look around carefully and see if there are any accomplices. "At this moment, two hundred meters away from the two Soviet agents, a postal truck parked on the side of the road in the park, an SS major in the black uniform of the General Security Bureau, gave orders to the walkie-talkie in his hand.

"Understood, surveillance is continuing." A reply sounded on the walkie-talkie.

"Squad Action, are you already in place?" The Major picked up another walkie-talkie.

"We're in place, sir, we're ready to go." A dull answer came from the walkie-talkie.

"Continue to be on standby."

"Understood." It is worthy of being the elite of the Eye of Odin, and the answer is short and clear.

"This is a gift for the First Deputy People's Commissar, and I hope he will not be surprised by it." The SS major spoke to a middle-aged man in a black suit sitting next to him.

"I thought it was a bit risky for the Colonel to do this, but I didn't expect to be able to catch a fish. You can rest assured that the Gestapo will fully cooperate with the operation of the Eye of Odin this time, and as soon as I give the order from my side, I will immediately start arresting the targets on the list. The head of the Gestapo nodded triumphantly.

"It's a war and our goal is to win. Colonel Kirsten told me at the time that since the leader of the other side was a layman, then all we had to do was slam his head down, and the enemy would solve the rest of the problem for us. ”

"I don't understand what that means."

"Actually, to be honest, I don't really understand it."

"Maybe that's the gap between us and her."

"It seems so, so she's a colonel, and we'll always be a major."

"Hey, isn't that a little pessimistic for you?"

"Have you read Nietzsche?"

"No, why are you asking this?"

"A piece of advice for you, don't read it in the future."

The two leaders of the secret police actually took advantage of their free time and got together to chat happily.

And at the same moment, far away in Rome's Quirinal Palace, the head of the empire was curled up on a warm bed with a bowl of ginger soup in his hands.

"Has it already started over there?" The Führer blew on the ginger soup, took a careful sip, and immediately frowned.

"It's time to start, Kirsten is well planned." Wehrle sat at a round table by the window, flipping through a document in his hand.

"How's the Stuffed Bear project going?" Xu Jun swallowed a large mouthful of ginger soup hard, and drank everything he ordered, no matter how unpleasant it was.

"The Russian side has been informed, my Führer, that the time is set for Sunday. With Marshal Keitel personally in charge of the reception, and Borman cooperating on the side, I believe there will be no mistakes. Weierle stood up and put the document in Xu Jun's hand.

"I didn't expect Stauffenberg to solve the case as soon as he arrived in Shanghai, and this earl can consider opening a detective agency after retiring." Xu Jun put the remaining half bowl of ginger soup on the bedside table, and then opened the file.

"This matter must be handled with care, my Führer." Wehrle respectfully suggested.

"You mean, downplay the impact and sell a favor to the Japanese? But the news should have spread locally, and there was no need for the Third Reich to cover up the crimes of the Japanese at such a time, and in the final analysis, we were the victims. Xu Jun took the pen from Weierle's hand and wrote the reply under the document.

"Let Ribbentrop go and negotiate with Hiroshi Oshima, and at the same time order the Shanghai side to sort out the evidence, and then write a detailed report and hand it in. Send a telegram to Goebbels, and tomorrow the headlines of the German newspapers will publish the news, which is like a normal reaction of the Third Reich. Xu Jun closed the folder and threw it back to Weierle.

"So what about the special mission's visit to Japan? Whether or not to continue. Werler asked.

"The visit does not need to be cancelled, it will still be carried out according to the original plan, but it will be until Marshal Brumberg recovers, and I believe that in the next few days, the Japanese will try desperately to curry favor with this marshal."

"yes, it's enviable." Weierle echoed with a smile.

"Okay, let's move on, what's the next file?" The Führer resumed the ginger soup.

"This is an opinion on the US military delegation's visit to Germany, and this time the Americans have prepared a large team of more than 300 people to conduct an all-round visit and inspection of the German Wehrmacht."

"Why hasn't anyone mentioned this to me before?" Xu Jun asked in surprise.

"This was arranged by Minister Niu Wright, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs just learned about the news."

"Niu Wright? This old guy is really going to get me in trouble. But... I suddenly have a new idea, Wehrle. ”

Xu Jun drank the ginger soup in one gulp, and then showed a little fox-like smile to the chief of staff.

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