Poland's geographical position is very special, and in a strategic sense, it is destined to be a sandwich cake that the great powers are vying to devour. Although more than a decade has passed since the First World War, the Poles have not dared to slack off, and almost every day they are preparing for the next war that they do not want to face.

Warsaw is an ancient city in Eastern Europe with a long history, and it is also the capital of Poland and an important point of national civilization. The beautiful Vistula River flows quietly through the city from south to north, pure and elegant, stable and generous. Because of the infiltration of the Vistula River, the trees and grass on both sides of the river are lush and green.

Germany and the Soviet Union have always been hostile to each other, and Poland is among the two great powers, and any wrong move may lead to a resumption of war. Even so, the old, rusty old city walls have been completely renovated in recent years, bringing some comfort to the public.

However, the dozens of concrete bunkers outside the city are a constant reminder that war is not far away, and that the threat of a resurgence of war is not imaginary.

About 90 kilometres west of Warsaw are three large military camps, which are built by the government in accordance with permanent fortifications, in order to secure as little shelter as possible for Warsaw. Layers of barbed wire can hinder the enemy's attack, and it also brings inconvenience to the people's lives.

The three barracks look at each other, and the red and white flags and safety warning signs are very eye-catching. People gradually got used to such a life, but they themselves doubted whether these facilities could really hold off the enemy's attack.

As a buffer zone for the war, both Germany and the Soviet Union did not want Poland to become a military alliance for their opponents, so they both tightly controlled the armed forces of Poland.

The strong intervention of Germany and the Soviet Union led to the fact that Poland's national defense was almost nil, but this did not affect the determination of the strong-willed Poles to defend their homeland. They quietly develop their military power and secretly amass weapons in the hope of defending their homeland when war comes.

Germany and Poland do not seem to have any intention of interacting at all, and the road that once connected the two countries has long since fallen into disrepair and is silently hidden in the weeds.

Arms smuggling is no secret in Germany, and the government has banned it without any strong punishment. Despite this, smuggling against enemy countries is a crime of collaborating with the enemy, and there is a risk of losing one's head at any time. However, the more the government regulates it, the more smugglers will take a fancy to this bloody cake, and Bam is the first black trader to taste this benefit.

After Bam broke up with General Rhodes, he soon disappeared into the woods. General Rhodes didn't like a German businessman like Bam, and was quite interested in his sneaking into Poland like a ghost, but Bam was still useful, and he had to let it go for the time being.

This long border was garrisoned by the German 1st and 11th Armies, as well as an armored division of the 17th Mechanized Army.

In addition to the ubiquitous border checkpoints and military fortifications, the armored divisions of the 17th Mechanized Army also patrolled back and forth along this border line from time to time.

The border is a sensitive area dozens of miles deep and uninhabited, and under normal circumstances, no one will haunt here. However, since the smuggling of Germany flourished, it was not uncommon for a group of strange men with dirty faces to sneak around, and they seemed to be very familiar with every hidden trail in the area.

Bam is the head of this group of people, and it seems that he is also the food and clothing parents of this group, as long as it is Bam's instructions, this group of people will immediately carry it out.

The Sokovuf pine forest was quite a part of the way to this border, which they had to cross on foot because of the presence of troops.

After a good trade, the extremely excited Bam also looked a little tired, because he hadn't had a good rest in a long time.

The companions were very tired, and they borrowed each other's strength to walk towards the outside of the barren meadow, and when they were about to return to the main road, everyone faintly heard the roar of the high-power motor. The sound is peculiar, and based on Bam's experience over the years, it was found that it was most likely the sound of an armored vehicle.

"Hell! It's a patrol of the Wehrmacht armored division! Bam reacted immediately.

As he spoke, the rumbling armored patrol car had already turned through a grove of low woods and appeared in everyone's sight. Apparently, the patrol car also spotted this group of uninvited guests.

It was too late to dodge, and Bam froze in place, his brow furrowed, and he didn't speak. More than a dozen pairs of eyes also stared straight in the direction from which the voice came.

Deep in the weeds, a brand new Type 4 tank and a border patrol squad quickly drove towards this side.

When the distance between the two sides was less than 100 meters, Bam and his party were already standing on the side of the road "openly". Bam, who knew that the Wehrmacht was powerful, did not dare to take these people to hide in the grass on the side of the road, otherwise he would not admit himself, and might even eat the gun directly.

"Don't be afraid, brothers, calm down, yes! Calm down. In this place, if something goes wrong, there is no chance of an explanation. If you don't want to die, try to pretend to be natural, right! Very good! Just like me. Bam said as he led everyone calmly down the road.

The composed, Bam led the way, marching almost in the same direction as the Wehrmacht. In a short time, the patrols of the armored division quickly caught up with and overtook them. Bam let out a long sigh of relief as the last patrolman walked past them.

As if he didn't suspect them, Bam's uneasy heart finally let go.

The head of the patrol was Major Marvin, a first-class combat hero born in 1895 who had been seriously wounded in the German-Italian War, and who had participated in the defense of the Gadar Bridge, the defense of Montofel, and the Battle of Roveretto, and was a well-known hero in the German Army. It is precisely because of his outstanding achievements that he was gradually promoted to a well-deserved major.

At this time, the patrol was traveling from north to south and was about to return to the camp, but they happened to meet Bam and his party unexpectedly.

Major Marven, who has a wealth of battlefield experience, noticed early on that these strange men in front of him were not very human. But before fully confirming the identities of these people, he made a fake gesture of wanting to escape, deliberately downplaying the sudden encounter between the two sides.

In fact, Marven was observing and analyzing, and at the same time making an emergency response plan.

This group of grizzled men was very out of tune with the surrounding environment, and there were no mines within a few dozen miles of them, so people were afraid of this place, and it was impossible for them to operate in such a place for no reason.

"Stop moving forward and quickly outflank all the strangers!" Marven decisively ordered.

The heavily armed patrol quickly split into two parts, intercepted in the front and immediately returned in the rear.

"Alright guys, hands up! Yes, on the head! Don't move! We want to check your identity. Marvin shouted orders Bam and his party to be examined.

Several soldiers stopped Bam and the others and pointed their guns at them.

Bam had long guessed that there would be such a day, always walking by the river, how could there be a reason not to get his shoes wet. As a result, there have been many rehearsals of encounters like this. He immediately glanced at his companions and motioned for their unconditional obedience.

At this time, everyone began to shout innocence while receiving the instructions of the patrol.

Bam was very satisfied with the cooperation of his companions, and was secretly happy in his heart. At this point, Marven began to rudely pull everyone and look at them from head to toe, even putting their filthy clothes under their noses and sniffing.

"Castor oil! Very strong castor oil smell! The Major searched everyone, tore a strip of cloth from one of his companions, and said with a cold smile.

Bam felt a headache and frustration, he never expected to run into this group of damn patrolmen so by such a coincidence. In the past, even patrols were rare in this place, how could there be such a well-equipped large force, he couldn't figure it out.

"Shut your foul mouths! No shouting! Otherwise, I'll make you never gasp again from now on! Marven's face changed drastically, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Things have changed, and even Bam himself seems to be a little overwhelmed.

"Separate them one by one." Marven gave a loud order, scattered all Bam and the others, and began a single interrogation.

Although there was no collusion, these people had already had copies, and after a few superficial inquiries, Marven's first reaction was strange.

After several rounds of cross-examination, Bam and the others did not show the slightest flaw, and the confessions confessed were strikingly similar. However, the more this is the case, the more Marven becomes suspicious. If you don't guess wrong, this group of people must be old gun oil who specializes in eating this border line for a living, and castor oil is actually gun oil, which is the best proof.

Marven has always been confident in his judgment, and all that remains is how to make these people spit out the truth.

Still didn't find any problems, just when everyone thought that Marven would release him immediately, the situation was even worse.

"Bring them back to Dresden first!" Marven announced loudly, then looked at Bam and the others coldly and said, "Don't worry guys, I'm going to slowly exhaust your patience, and I'll find a way to pry your mouths open when necessary." However, that was obviously uncomfortable. ”

Bastard! Bummer! Bam scolded in his heart, but now the hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, so he has to follow it step by step.

Dresden is in the southeastern hinterland of Germany, and after getting out of the wilderness beneath its feet, you have to walk a long dirt road and take a half-day train at a border station not far from here. However, Kutno has a special train on standby, waiting for the military to call it.

Bam almost stumbled to the ground when he heard Marven's decision, and his mind was full of the scene of the conversation with Rhodes before. If you miss this great opportunity, everything that you have worked so hard to arrange will become a floating cloud, not to mention that your political future will be declared over.

"Stop grinding! Line up one by one and set off! It's getting dark, and I don't want you to be screamed by wild dogs here. "Marven's orders don't seem to be negotiable.

"Wait, wait, Colonel, don't you think we can have a good conversation with each other? I mean, just the two of us. Bam wanted to give himself another chance to get out.

"You want to bribe me?" Marven tilted his head and deliberately squinted one eye, and there was some ridicule in his tone.

"Nope! No, no! Your Excellency, I think it's important that we can talk to each other from the bottom of our hearts! Bam said very seriously.

"Yes, that's good! You should have done this a long time ago. But don't think I'm going to be open to you. Marven took off his military hat and flicked the dust that fell on the brim. Then he shook his head and ordered Bam to wait by a meadow not far from here.

"Thank you! I'm not going to plead with you. Bam was helpless against Marven's arrogance and had to swallow his anger and obey orders.

"Say, it's far away from them, and you can tell me the truth without any care." Marven stretched out an index finger and waved it back and forth in front of his eyes and said, "Don't play any tricks, if you don't know anything about me, I can show you today." ”

"Alright, Major Marven, now it's time to put away your condescending style." In a rare move, Bam threw a tantrum out.

"Great, I love your personality! But I'd love to see what a dying man has to say to me. Marven braced his waist with both hands, and his right hand was very close to the gun magazine.

The other detainees stood dejectedly and watched from afar as Bam and Marvin were arguing, but they couldn't hear what they were arguing about.

At this time, Marvin's adjutant got a little impatient and ordered everyone to start departing for the border station, preparing to drive to Dresden.