Tyre Park is Berlin's central park, because it is close to the famous Brandenburg Gate, and is surrounded by a large number of government agencies, including the Imperial Chancellery, and has a direct view of Germany's political heartland.

The large number of monuments and monuments in the park, as well as dozens or even hundreds of years old trees, and the scenery skillfully constructed by the German garden masters along the river in history, make countless tourists linger here and leave a wonderful memory that will last a lifetime.

Even Berliners, who are accustomed to seeing these landscapes, often drag their families to the woodland lawn for a picnic and enjoy the rare leisure time of city life if they have free time during the holidays.

Berlin is the capital of the country after all, and after 100 years of operation, the cultural facilities are quite complete, if you change to the German countryside at that time, if there is a circus in the town, it can evolve into a national carnival.

"Look at this cypress tree, it's really a good wood." Gold slapped a sturdy trunk with a man hugging him.

"It's a good tree, do you want me to get you an axe?" The strong man on the side laughed and quipped.

"It's not funny at all." Mr. Shigenmu, the director of the Agricultural Autonomous Committee of Shigenmu Village, was very unhappy.

"Okay, where is the place you made an appointment with? I feel like the basket is getting heavier and heavier. In order to show that he was telling the truth, the strong man also deliberately shook the picnic basket he was carrying.

Hans. Craig is Gold's best friend and best friend, the two were born only a few days apart, the two houses are just door to door, they grew up together, studied together, and were punished together, in the eyes of others, these two people are like biological brothers, and they are inseparable everywhere they go. It wasn't until after graduating from high school that Gold chose to return home to farm, while Craig chose to serve in the army, that the two friends went their separate ways.

After completing his training in the boot battalion, Craig was assigned to the 7th Panzer Division as a motorcycle herald. At that time, the division was not very famous, and within two days of Craig's arrival at his unit, all the troops left the station. By the time the lieutenant realized what had happened, he was already on his motorcycle, mixed in with the chaotic march convoy, struggling through the snowy roads of the Ardennes Forest.

In the early stages of the French campaign, he had been busy passing orders between the division headquarters and the regiments and battalions, and was praised by the division commander, General Rommel, for his good performance. Everything seemed to be going very well, but then the bloody Battle of Arras broke out, and the 7th Panzer Division was on the march when it was attacked from the flanks by British armoured troops. The 7th Panzer Division was divided and surrounded by the superior forces of the opponent, and suffered heavy losses in personnel and equipment, and finally even the division commander, General Rommel, was killed while commanding the operation, and the entire Panzer Division could be said to have been on the verge of annihilation at that time.

The 83rd Communications Battalion was heavily damaged by the British bombardment, and its personnel and technical equipment were almost completely wiped out, but Craig was lucky to survive, along with three other motorcycle heralds.

Just when Craig thought he was going to die for the Third Reich, His Excellency the Great Führer (Xu Jun: Waught was only a deputy Führer at that time. Like an angel sent by God, piloting a blue-gray Heinkel bomber, silently descending from the sky (Xu Jun: I don't want to, both engines have turned off, and I'm desperate.) (￣▽￣“)）。 This is the first time that the Führer has shown his genius command art in front of the world (Xu Jun: Wait!). What art?! (⊙_⊙) Turning the tide, saving the 7th Panzer Division from destruction, and even leading a group of remnants of the army to defeat the British offensive in one fell swoop, and drove the enemy into the trap of Dunkirk.

As the only four remaining motorcycle heralds in the division, in those few days, Craig and his comrades-in-arms were fortunate to be personally commanded by the Führer, Craig even chatted with His Excellency the Führer, and received the Führer's cordial encouragement at that time.

As you already know, Craig, along with the rest of the 7th Panzer Division, was incorporated into the Cyblas Regiment and became an honorable member of the Führer's immediate forces. Craig then took part in the follow-up campaign in the French theater, and when France surrendered, he had already been promoted to sergeant, and then he accompanied the Legion across the sea to participate in the British Campaign, and when the three-headed dog charged London, Craig led the motorcycle platoon under his temporary command, followed by the ranks of the Spearhead Reconnaissance Company, and rushed to the front of the Legion.

After the Battle of London, Craig was promoted to sergeant platoon commander and awarded the coveted Iron Cross of the First Class for his heroic performance in battle.

"Don't worry, the agreed place is in front, and you can see it when you turn around this wood." Gold flicked the rucksack over his shoulder, which was bulging and looked heavy.

As Gold had said, as soon as they had bypassed the cypress grove, a large open lawn appeared in front of them, and although it was already winter, it still looked like the grass was still green.

"Look, there they are." Gold pointed to the corner of the lawn, and then the young farmer shook his arm vigorously into the distance, hoping to get the other man's attention.

"It's too far away from here, they don't see you." Craig grabbed his companion's arm, then strode towards his target with a picnic basket.

"Hey! Mercetes! Gold shouted at Lori, who was running wildly on the lawn.

"John!" Little Lori was stunned at first, and when she saw the person clearly, she immediately pounced happily.

"You're late, John." Rounst stood up from the picnic cloth and smiled and waved at Gold.

"I'm already in a desperate hurry, and it's taken a little more time to prepare for this." Gold picked up little Lori in one hand and strode in front of Ronst.

"What about Miss Voglind? Didn't she come with you? Gold placed the bag on his shoulder on the picnic cloth.

"She still has some official business to deal with, and she will arrive later." Rounst took his daughter from Gold.

"John, who is this man?" Little Lori stretched out her fleshy little hand and pointed at the tall Craig and asked.

"It's rude, call Uncle John." Rounst gently patted his baby daughter's buttocks.

"It's okay, Captain, this is Hans. Craig, my best friend, I remember telling you about him before. Gold introduced.

"Hans. Craig, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Captain. Craig reflexively stood upright.

"Scott. Ronster, fortunately. Rounst reached out and shook Craig's hand.

"Don't all stand, let's sit down and talk." Gold said aloud without being surprised.

"Yes, sit casually, Mr. Craig."

"You can call me Hans, Mr. Captain."

"Then you're going to get rid of Mr. Captain and call me Scott." Rounst placed his daughter on the cloth mat to the side.

"Come and see what good things I've brought you? Mercetes. Gold dragged over his huge rucksack and ripped the cable from the mouth of the bag.

"It's your favorite honey, and this... This is a jam made by my mom. The young farmer kept pulling bottles and cans out of his bag as if by magic.

"He loves children." Rounst said to Craig with a smile.

"yes, John has been like this since he was a child, and he was the kindest man I've ever met." Craig smiled and set the picnic basket aside.

"Did he say that you served in the Cyprus Legion?" Rounst pulled out his cigarette case and handed it to Craig.

"Thanks, Captain, I'm a motorcyclist." Craig waved his hand to indicate that he was not a smoker.

"I used to be a staff officer in the 5th Infantry Division." Rounst pulled out his lighter and lit a cigarette.

"In Dresden?" Craig asked.

"Yes, my wife and I used to live there." Rounst looked up at his youngest daughter, who was playing with Gold.

"Madame didn't come with you today?"

"She passed away half a year ago." Rounst spat out a ball of smoke.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know about that." Craig hurriedly apologized.

"It's nothing, it's all in the past." Rohnster waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

"So you're on vacation right now?" The sergeant wanted to digress the conversation.

"Well, I'm on vacation, but I'll be back in the army soon." Ron replied with a nod on his head.

"Oh, I only have a week's vacation left, and I'm going back to the army soon." Craig said.

"Then enjoy every day in front of you, Hans, and this peaceful day will not last long." Rounst dusted off his cigarette ashes.

"Do you hear anything new? Before I went on leave, there was already rumors in the regiment that we were likely to go to war with the Russians to the east. Craig turned his face to look at Ronst.

"It seems that this is no secret, I don't know if there will be a war, it depends mainly on the attitude of the Russians, if they insist on challenging the Third Reich, we can only defeat him completely, just like France and England." Rounst took a sharp puff on his cigarette, then turned around and pressed the end out of the dirt to the side.

"Look, Sister Wallen! Daddy, Sister Wallen is here! Melcetes's sweet shout rang out.

Craig hurriedly looked up, only to see a female officer in an army uniform, strolling gracefully, the army sergeant willing to swear to the sky, and at that moment he saw the Valkyrie from the Nether Valhalla.

PS:There's one thing to inform you in advance.,From the 19th to the 23rd of this month, five days.,The author is going out to collect wind (in fact, it's traveling with his family),The update will be very unstable.,Maybe even stop for a few days.,The chapters owed during the period.,I'll add more to make up when I come back.,You can rest assured.。

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