"You've been studying this thing for a long time, what exactly have you found?" Feng. Lieutenant Colonel Kaufman picked up the bottle on the table and poured himself a small half glass of brandy.

"It should be a very special code, and it needs to be deciphered by experts in this field." Zimmerman closed the folder in his hand.

Now they are in a very ordinary office, decorated in an Italian style, with green arabesque-patterned wallcoverings on all four walls, broken mosaic tiles on the floor, waist-high carved wooden wainscoting around the walls, and plaster carvings at the corners of the ceiling.

The door on the right side of the room was covered with a layer of brown leather, nailed with round bubble nails wrapped in the same color leather, and the leather was filled with silk and natural sponge, which was the most popular soundproof door at the time, which could effectively prevent the sound from inside the room from reaching the door, and there was a similar door on the left side of the room, which led to the innermost interrogation room.

"This can be handed over—" said Lieutenant Colonel Kaufman, who suddenly stopped as he noticed the handle on the door turning.

Immediately, the door was opened from the outside, and a figure in a black uniform stood in the doorway, and the light from the room shone on the brim of the hat that was pressed low, and for a moment the face of the visitor could not be seen clearly.

"You look surprised? I hope I didn't bother you. Good evening, gentlemen. Just as the lieutenant colonel was about to open his mouth to ask, the latter walked slowly into the room with a cane.

"William. Major Jürgen, General Directorate of Imperial Security. Hi! Reinhart! Jürgen took the staff to his left hand, raised his right arm and saluted.

"Hey! Reinhart! Kaufman and Zimmerman hurriedly stood up, raised their arms and saluted.

"Heinrich. Feng. Kaufman, Afrika Korps Command. Kaufman held out his hand toward Jürgen.

"I have heard about you for a long time, lieutenant colonel, especially your actions in Poland are impressive. It's been a pleasure to meet you here, and it's been a personal pleasure to work with you. The lieutenant colonel's hand was held by Jürgen, and flattering words were in his mouth, but the meaning behind it was not as wonderful as it sounded, and the major had apparently retrieved the lieutenant colonel's personal information before he came.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Major Jürgen." Zimmerman did not hide the look of surprise on his face.

"I know what you're thinking, Lieutenant Zimmerman, I've been sent here on an improvised basis, and three hours ago I was tasting lobster in Parga's restaurant." Jürgen shook the lieutenant's hand, then walked to the couch on his own.

"Parga?" Feng. Lieutenant Colonel Kaufman looked at Zimmerman suspiciously.

"In Greece." Jürgen answered the lieutenant colonel's question very happily.

"How's it going over there? Italian soldiers are said to have refused to surrender to the Greeks. Kaufman walked to the side of the wine cabinet and grabbed a clean wine glass.

"It's settled, the Greeks agreed to keep the prisoners safe, and the mountain people were so fond of torturing and killing the prisoners that they barely survived." Jürgen placed his briefcase on the coffee table and slowly sat down on the sofa with his cane.

"What do you want to drink? We have brandy, whiskey, gin and... I don't know what this liquor is, but it tastes like alcohol. The lieutenant colonel asked.

"Get me some whiskey, thank you." Jürgen smiled and nodded in thanks.

"Major, did you hear anything about me before you came?" Zimmermann sat down across from Jürgen and asked with some trepidation.

"Of course, I brought you a plan of action, Lieutenant." Jürgen sank his face and looked at Zimmermann with serious eyes.

"Your bold move was an eye-opener for us, and when I heard the news from the telegram at the headquarters in Berlin, do you know how I felt at the time?" Jürgen stared into the lieutenant's eyes, and Zimmerman shook his head blankly.

"I feel old, because I would never dare to do that." The SS major shook his head and said that Zimmermann's heart was half cold.

"I'll take my own responsibility, and I was mentally prepared when I made that decision." The lieutenant's expression stiffened slightly, but there was not the slightest trace of remorse in his eyes.

"I also think the lieutenant made the right choice, we already have a plan for Mussolini, this time just a few days early." Kaufman was an important part of the original plan, so he already knew what to do with Mussolini.

"What I know is that this is a disposition decision made by the Führer himself, do you have any objection to the Führer's decision? Feng. Lieutenant Colonel Kaufman! Jürgen took off his military hat and placed it on the coffee table, then opened the briefcase in front of him.

"Of course not, you should hear what I am trying to say, and if this is indeed a decision made by the Führer, I will never have any objection to it." The lieutenant colonel's frightened face changed, and he quickly denied it.

Jürgen glanced coldly at Kaufman, then pulled out a bulging briefcase from his briefcase. Loosening the sealing line at the mouth of the bag, the SS major poured out a delicate cardboard box and a document from the paper bag.

"German Army Lieutenant Günther. Franciske. In view of your active and effective actions in the Italian campaign and your outstanding contribution to the victory of the Empire, the Imperial High Command has decided to award you the Cross of the Sword of the First Class. These are medals and certificates, and because of the special circumstances, there is no special award ceremony. With a mischievous smile on his face, Jürgen pushed the boxes and documents towards a bewildered Zimmerman.

"In a few days, you will also receive a photo of the Führer himself inscribed for you, which is a rare reward, and the Führer expects you to continue to work hard and make greater contributions to the Empire." Jürgen sat up straight.

"Congratulations, Lieutenant Zimmerman, you'll probably be called captain in a while, and you'll be promoted soon."

"Congratulations, Captain. And you, Major Jürgen, you just tricked us all, I thought—" Kaufman finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he stepped forward with his glass and handed it to Jürgen.

"Thank you, why did you want to say that? Lieutenant Colonel. The SS major asked with a smile.

"Nothing, just... Forget what I just said, Major Jürgen. Kaufman felt that there was definitely a trap hidden in it, and it was not a good idea to move on with the topic.

"After delivering the order, the next step is the work problem, how is the progress on your side now?" Jürgen lifted his glass to his lips.

"There are already three people who have confessed, Sergeant Major Ludwik and his men are inside, do you want to take a look now?" Zimmermann suppressed his excitement and put the medals and documents on the coffee table, he was almost beaten by this major just now to have a heart attack, in fact, he had already learned the power of this senior when he was training in Brandenburg, so the lieutenant could only express helplessness at the moment.

"I'll go back later, Ludwik is an expert at this, and although the means are a little lacking in beauty, I never doubt the final effect. Ever heard of their deeds in Paris? It's those Japanese. Jürgen took a slight sip of whiskey.

"It's a good drink, I don't usually drink at work, but today I need something to get my mind moving. You know? Gentlemen, we are making history, and what people will see in books in the future is all that we tell them. Jürgen finished drinking the whiskey from his glass.

ps: Continue to ask for votes, thank you for your support, and when the end of Italy is over, it will be time to change the scene. (To be continued.) )