Volume VI - Watching the Rhine (The Wrong Way of Dreams) Begins......

"Na! Trode, are we going to be transferred to the Western Front? Why don't you send Norway back! Natel leaned down on the table in a bit of frustration and looked at Trode with a slightly tired look. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't think about Norway! Not to mention that the terrain over there is not suitable for large-scale operations of our kind of armored division at all, and judging from our previous history, we will never be allowed to intervene in such a complicated situation. Trode waved his hand, and then said: "However, the Western Front is possible, after all, the Yankees are fighting from there, and the intelligence blockade is so powerful that I can't hear anything critical, but the war situation is definitely not good." ”

"Then what are we still inking in this?!" Natel slapped the table fiercely and said angrily: "The enemy has come to our door from behind, and we can still rest here every day!" ”

Trode sighed softly and said, "Political things are naturally not something that we soldiers can decide casually. ”

It had been two weeks since the Germans were heavily damaged by British and French troops in Norway and the United States landed on the northern coast of France, but Trode was still in the second-line area of the Eastern Front, and they could be said to have completely overcultivated without fighting at all. Although it is still far from the collapse of the country and the death of the family, the vast majority of people can no longer sit still. They can't stand that at such a critical moment, such a strong team of theirs is lying here and sleeping!

And in addition, there has been no movement in Anselm recently, which is a very abnormal thing for him who often appears in front of his subordinates, although at first there were still people talking about it below, but after a long time, many people are not even in the mood to talk about this kind of thing, they just look forward to returning to the Western Front battlefield in their hometown as soon as possible, and all the enemies who will attack in the future will be repulsed.

And it was on this day that he didn't look anything unusual at all, but Trode received an order to report to the division headquarters, and the other party didn't say anything about it, just told him to hurry up.

Needless to say, Trood had already guessed that it must be Anselm's old fox who was going to throw him some strange task. Although he was a little reluctant, the thought that they had been resting for three months made Trode's resentment difficult to express.

However, when Trode reached the division headquarters unhurriedly and pushed open the wooden door that he was familiar with, the situation inside made him speechless in surprise......

"That's what I'm talking about, what do you think?" Pointing to Trode, who was stunned by the door, Anselm introduced to a man sitting next to him.

The man nodded slightly with a serious face and said, "Is it a captain?" It looks a bit lean. ”

Troude's surprise was not the conversation between the two of them, but the fact that there were two people in the two, and the conversation between the two of them was translated by these two people, and the two on Tlaude's left were dressed in Soviet uniforms, and the man sitting was not of a low rank!

How could the upper echelons of the Soviet army be here? And what are they talking about? Why does this matter concern you?

Countless questions echoed in Trode's mind, but there was no way to get answers. However, Anselm had already seen Trode's doubts, and he glanced at Bad Mes, who was standing in the corner, who immediately nodded and took Trode out.

Originally, Buttermouth was going to bring Butter to his office, but Trode couldn't help it, he grabbed Buttermouth halfway and asked with a puzzled face, "What's going on?" ”

"What's going on? I thought you couldn't know better! Buttermess looked at Trode's face with disdain, and said with a sneer, "What? That Soviet accomplice of yours didn't tell you about it? ”

“……！” As soon as Bad Metz said this, Trode was really surprised. Although he did break through with Andre before, Buttermes's attitude at the time was relatively calm, because he thought that the safe return of Trode and them was the most important thing, and as for what method was chosen, it can be discussed later. However, this time Buttermes's attitude was really not a little tough, combined with the senior Soviet officer sitting in Anselm's room, Trode felt that his collaborator should have been exposed. This is what he fears the most, because if this matter is investigated, he is far from the only one who will eat the gun!

"Humph! Lucky for you, boy, if it were at another time, you'd have been beaten into a sieve! And that squad of yours, it's not going to be any better! Buttermouth pointed at Trode and reprimanded him, and although these words sounded scary, Trode knew that Buttermate was really not alarmist. And it can be heard from his tone that he is more angry than grudge about what he did to Trode, which makes Trode have a lot of changes about Buttermes.

"Hey......" Butter Meth let out a long sigh, looking at Trode with his head down and unable to say a word for a long time, his attitude was a little calmer, he turned around and said, "It's not convenient here, go to my office and talk slowly!" ”

Trode followed Buttermouth into his office, and although he didn't think he had done anything wrong, he kept his head down and waited for Buttermate to speak first.

"Why......" Bartmouth sighed as he looked at Trode, and instead of sitting on the wooden stool behind the large desk where he used to sit, he sat on the little-used two-seater sofa in the corner of the room. He said angrily to Trolle: "Come and sit down, this matter is still a bit complicated, although I can't explain it all to you, but I still have to let you understand, or something big is going to happen." ”

"Yes......" Trode replied and sat down next to Buttermes, but although it was a two-seater, he leaned to the side as hard as he could, apparently trying to get away from Buttermes as much as possible. And the latter, seeing him like this, also angrily rounded his cheeks, and stared at Trode little by little to the side.

"You're not done!" Finally, looking at Trode, who was moving his ass little by little, Buttermate finally couldn't bear it anymore, and under his roar, Trode finally stopped moving......