Sweinbach recognized it as a Steyr half-ton truck, an Austrian-made pickup truck that is common in Polish towns and cities, but rarely found in such remote border villages. Sweinbach turned his face to the deputy envoy, who nodded in understanding.

"Stop!" A soldier waved a traffic sign for the driver to pull over to the side of the road. Such temporary inspections took place almost every day in the border areas, and the other side, dressed in the uniform of the Soviet Internal Affairs Forces, did not dare to resist at all, and obediently obeyed the instructions of the soldiers to park the truck on the side of the dirt road.

If the roadblock is replaced by a soldier in army uniform, it may arouse some suspicion among the driver, but encountering a sentry with a blue hat at a crossing is the most normal thing in these days, because this is the daily work of the internal affairs force.

"Good afternoon, Comrade Sergeant." The driver poked his head out of the cab window and politely greeted the non-commissioned officer of the Internal Affairs Corps who stepped forward.

"Good afternoon, citizen, please show your ID." The sergeant gave a military salute with a serious expression. The Internal Affairs Forces do not address ordinary civilians as gay in the performance of their official duties, unless they can already confirm the political affiliation of the subject.

"Okay, no problem." The driver took out a small notebook from the padded jacket's arms, then pulled out a piece of paper from the inside page and handed it over.

"Guri. Gafyllovich. Gleb, transport team of the Brest Railway Engineering Agency? The sergeant opened the folded piece of paper.

This is a temporary certificate issued by the office of the Brest Railway Administration, as always, there is no photo on it, and judging by the color of the ink and the texture of the paper, it has only been issued for a month or two.

"Yes, Comrade Sergeant." The driver replied.

"It's from the Railway Engineering Service, Lieutenant Sweinbach." The non-commissioned officer handed the document to the officer who came from behind.

"What's in the car?" Sweinbach glanced down at his credentials, then asked the driver.

"Nothing special, just some wires and old parts." The driver took off the old-fashioned big-brimmed hat on his head and replied respectfully.

Sweinbach, who had been trained in interrogation in Brandenburg, immediately noticed the unnaturalness in his tone and demeanor.

"Get out of the car now!" Sweinbach put his fingers on the holster at his waist and shouted at the driver.

"Wait a minute, Comrade Lieutenant!"

"Get out of the car immediately, don't you understand what I'm saying? Don't make me say it a third time, citizen! "The lieutenant of the Ministry of Internal Affairs pulled Tokarev from his waist and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the bridge of the driver's nose.

Looking at the blue hat surrounded by weapons, the driver only felt that his legs were soft and his heart was cold, and his abdomen was sore, and then the urge to urinate gushed up like a tide.

"Sergeant Vasily, you take two people to the car and search it." Sweinbach ordered to the squad lieutenant.

"Alright, Lieutenant, you two come with me." Sergeant Krent, who goes by the pseudonym Vasily, turned to the back of the car with two soldiers.

The Steyr half-ton truck had an iron-gray canvas carport with the vehicle's number painted with white paint on the rear trunk baffle, which showed that it was usually well maintained, and the turn and brake lights were all intact. Unbuckling the tarpaulin, Krent lifted his leg and climbed into the body.

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"Odin's plan for the Eye of Odin?" Dorgen looked at Kirsten standing in front of him in surprise.

"To be precise, it was General Weierle's plan, and His Excellency the Führer.... The colonel turned gracefully to the side, and the two attachés respectfully exited the office, then closed the elegantly decorated oak door.

"Your Excellency the Führer personally reviewed the plan and gave instructions." Kirsten opened the briefcase on the chair and pulled out a blue-gray folder from which the black Imperial Secret seal could be seen diagonally tapped underneath the cover.

"This is a top state secret, but you have received permission from the Führer to consult these documents at will." Kirsten placed the papers on his desk.

"This time the Führer sent me to the border ... Could it be—" Dogen held out his hand hesitantly.

Major General Dougan had no idea that there was such a plan, it was not his area of responsibility, and out of cherishing his current job, he was usually careful not to touch the secrets and privacy outside of the system.

"This is the Führer's trust in you, General Dogen, and you should take this as an honor." Kirsten pushed the document forward again.

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"You call this a temptation?" Dougan had only read the first part of the document and felt that he could no longer remain calm, and the SS Major General stood up excitedly and questioned Kirsten loudly.

"General, you should read all the documents, and the Führer thinks it's worth the risk." Kirsten sat in a white high-backed chair that exuded the smell of the Russian court, even the bubbles on the side of the cushion, and a small cup of steaming black tea in his hand.

"The Führer... This one... I understand. "What else can Dogen say at this time, he has always taught his subordinates like this, and the Führer's judgment is always correct, and he can't understand it because of his limited intelligence.

Weierle's plan was simple, and even felt a little rough compared to the bunch of battle plans drawn up by the High Command. As Dougan just said, the ultimate purpose of the plan is to test the bottom line of the Western Special Military District's tolerance to pressure, and to deduce from this whether Moscow's strategy toward Germany has changed.

Xu Jun is not afraid of triggering a border conflict at all, and it should be the high-ranking people of the Western Special Military Region who are afraid. Xu Jun believed that if Stalin really had an offensive plan, then he would have avoided any frontal conflict with Germany before the Soviet Union had completed its strategic preparations, and he would even deliberately punish those who "undermined the friendly relations between the two countries" in order to stabilize the German side.

He discussed these with only a few generals, such as Brauchitsch and Rundstead, von Anderstadt, von Brown. Bock and Loeb, who did not include Dogen, were not distrustful of the adjutant, but the SS major general's level was limited and he could not participate in this kind of strategic-level discussion.

"Armed infiltration, assassinations, kidnappings and sabotage, will not really lead to a war between the Soviet Union and us?" Dogan asked, rubbing his brow.

"The Führer believed that in the event of a small and medium-sized local war, then the situation would be in our favor, and Stalin would not fail to see this." Kirsten put down his teacup, stood up, and walked to the map on the wall.

"And it's about to enter the coldest time of the year, and since the Finnish Winter War, they will no longer choose to start operations during the snow season." The beautiful female officer ran her fingers across the border line on the map.

"Next month we will have some small troop movements in East Prussia and on the Romanian border, followed by Bulgaria and Yugoslavia, which will certainly attract the attention of the Soviet side, who will link what is happening on the banks of the Bug River to these actions." Kirsten said.

"They'll think we're preparing an offensive." Dougan walked behind Kirsten and looked at the military map on the wall with his arms folded.

"This would disrupt the Soviet Union's war readiness, and the empire could make a few similar feints every once in a while in sensitive border areas, and if possible, we could even play like this for an entire year."

"It is impossible to hide from the other side for so long, and sooner or later Moscow will find out that it has been played by us." Dogen said, holding his chin in his hand.

"It's a possibility, General, but we've bought a lot of precious time before that."

"It is indeed a brilliant doctrine to disrupt the process of war readiness in the USSR in exchange for the preparation time we need." Dogen nodded in admiration.

"These ideas were all put forward by the Führer, who was really a genius strategist." Kirsten's tone was full of reverence.

"I have no doubt about that, Colonel Kirsten." Dougan continued to nod.

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"Lieutenant Sweinbach, I found this in addition to some old wires and electrical parts in the compartment." The sergeant of the Internal Affairs Army walked up to the lieutenant with a cloth bag.

Sweinbach raised his hand to take the cloth bag, and at the same time coldly glanced at the driver who was slumped by the front wheel of the truck, the crotch of the other party was already soaked, and there was a large puddle of urine on the muddy floor.

"It's opium." Sweinbach immediately recognized the contents inside.

On more than one occasion during this time, the werewolf camp caught smugglers who had smuggled across the border, and at least half of them were carrying illegal drugs, most commonly this crude opium produced in Italy.

The mountainous regions of the eastern Mediterranean are the origin of the opium poppy, which has been cultivated in Italy, mainly as a raw material for medicines. In fact, most European countries planted this thing at that time, and the Dutch and French planted a lot of it, mainly to refine poppy seed oil. Poppy seed oil contains almost no addictive toxic ingredients, and because of its special aroma, it has become a high-grade edible oil loved by Europeans.

During Mussolini's time, he controlled opium production in Italy very strictly, and the big chin was very strict about all the business he could meddle in to make a profit, but when Italy was defeated, the whole country was in chaos. As a result, crude opium stored in warehouses for delivery to pharmaceutical factories was smuggled out, and it was tentatively estimated that at least 50 tons of crude Italian opium were scattered to the European market.

That's about a year's worth of production in Germany, where small quantities of opium poppy were grown, mainly for the use of medical anesthetics.

Beginning in October, Italian opium began to flow into the Soviet-occupied territories, where it was refined by local gangs into morphine, which was eventually sold in Lithuania, Ukraine and Belarus.

At that time, it was a felony to manufacture and sell drugs in the Soviet Union, and if caught, it would be punishable by ten years of hard labor in the Gulag, but don't think it would scare the underground gangsters, who could trample on all morals and laws as long as they made enough profits.

"You know what's in here, Citizen Guri. Gafyllovich. Gleb. Sweinbach crouched down and put the muzzle of his gun on the driver's forehead.

"Believe me, Comrade Lieutenant! I've never seen this bag before. Gleb seemed to want to make a final struggle.

"The villains of the Gulagri are your comrades! Citizen Guri. Gafyllovich. Gleb. Without hesitation, the lieutenant gave him the butt of a rifle to make him understand his situation.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant Citizen, I'm sorry...."Unexpectedly, Gleb's spirit collapsed at once, and he curled up on the ground and hugged his head and cried.