Piette looked at Beswinger calmly, but his mind was full of question marks. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He still did not know whether this arrogant German captain went to his prisoner of war camp to do anything, inspected, escorted prisoners of war, or was ordered to come and strengthen the defenses. Piet knew nothing, for Beswinger told him nothing—and when the door opened, he only said, "Take me to your office, Captain Piet." Then, twenty-five or thirty minutes had passed from that moment until now, and he remained silent, not saying a word, neither voluntarily expressing his intentions, nor answering any questions.

During this time...... Strictly speaking, in the time since he entered the office, Beswinger has done only one thing: with his left hand on his waist, his right hand constantly swinging his glove against the middle seam of his pants, and stomping his steps back and forth around the room with an arrogant face - of course, sometimes he will stop abruptly, pick up something that might interest him and look at it closely, but at most he will put it back in its original position and continue pacing.

In Piette's mind, only a high-ranking officer, at least a colonel, could behave so domineeringly. But Beth Wenger was only a captain, and Piette was both annoyed and confused, completely unable to understand what or why he was behaving for.

Piette wanted to know the answer. However, since Beswinger was an officer in the German Volunteer Army, and from the beginning he showed unconventional arrogance...... Piet decided to be cautious for the first time and not bother the guy for the time being.

He could wait, and he had plenty of time and patience to do it: in a prisoner of war camp where the boring mechanical monotony of life was repeated every day, time and patience were never in short supply.

Piette waited quietly.

Beswinger continued to tap his gloves against the middle seam of his trousers, continued to pace, and then, without warning, suddenly stopped, beside the window, where he could see the cricket game of the British officers, fierce and enthusiastic, and the cheers and cheers of the spectators were clearly audible.

Piert saw Beth Winger's eyebrows furrow quickly, and his heart beating violently, and then an expressionless Germanic square face turned to look at him.

"It seems that the life of these British people is still very comfortable and comfortable." Beth Wenger said.

There are no ups and downs or changes in his tone, leaving Piette unable to guess what he really meant: reproach, or praise? He hesitated for a moment, then replied cautiously: "They are very good at using all the resources they can get, and they are also very good at finding fun for themselves. ”

"Really?" Beswinger looked at Piet, then turned his face back and continued to watch the British officers and their cricket match, and it took nearly a minute to turn back, "It is difficult for the soldiers on the front line to enjoy such a comfortable and comfortable life, most of the time they can only live in tents, with mosquitoes, bed bugs and poisonous snakes. ”

"I deeply regret that......" Then Piet realized that he had said it wrong: he had not understood what Beswinger meant correctly. But in reality, the meaning is clear.

"It is very unfair to compare the living conditions of British prisoners of war with those of our soldiers, I must say. Our soldiers fought bloody battles on the front lines, but they were not treated as well as the enemies they defeated. Beswinger's tone remained calm, but Piet found some signs of concern, and he immediately assured: "I will change this unfair situation as soon as possible, and I can swear to you, Captain Beswinger." ”

For the first time after arriving at the POW camp, Beth Wenger smiled. "You are the commander of this prisoner of war camp, Captain Piette, and you are in charge of everything here."

He accentuated the words "prisoner of war camps". Without hesitation, Piet reassured him - though it was then that he suddenly began to wonder why he had done so. "I will remember my duty, Mr. Captain."

Laughing again, and then glancing at the English officer's cricket match, Beth Wenger left the window and walked over to stand in front of Piette. There was silence again, and it wasn't until nearly two minutes later that Beswein announced in the most formal tone: "Captain Piette, the General Staff has received information that an extremely important prisoner of war is hiding in the Ledsmith POW camp. Therefore, Lieutenant Colonel Stiegler ordered me to bring him back to Pretoria. ”

An extremely important prisoner of war! Piette's mouth opened in surprise: he didn't know what important prisoners of war were hidden in the camp. In Piette's memory, by far the most important prisoner of war was George Smith, who was sent straight to Pretoria after the battle of Leddy Smith and had never spent even a minute in the camp. Lieutenant General White. Besides, who else was as important as him among the prisoners of war?

"Can you tell me who this man is, Mr. Captain?" He asked in a low voice.

"Winston. Churchill. According to intelligence, his public identity is that of a reporter for the Morning Post. ”

"Winston. Churchill? Pierte repeated the name, lost in thought. It must be said, Mr. Captain...... There's no one named Winston here. Churchill. Of course, there's a Morning Post reporter here, but his name is Leonard. Spencer. ”

"That's him." Beth Wenger cried out, and his right fist suddenly slammed into the desk, startling Piette.

Of course, Beth Wenger's movements don't give as much shock as his words. Leonard. Spencer is Winston. Churchill, the important man who was hidden? Piette didn't know whether he should be surprised, or laughed, knowing only one thing: even if it was an officer of the German Volunteer Army who brought the news, it would still take him a while to accept the fact.

It's incredible. Piette sighed under his breath. According to his observations, as well as those of other guards, the Mr. Reporter was an insignificant little person. If it weren't for his strong demand, and his claim to be a retired lieutenant, he wouldn't even have had the opportunity to enter the officer quarters......

"Captain Piet." Beswinger's voice interrupted Piette's thoughts, "This man, Winston. Churchill, where is he? ”

"It's in the prisoner of war camp, Mr. Captain." Of course, where else could he stay except in the prisoner of war camp? Piette smiled confidently. "I can guarantee that no one will be able to escape from this prisoner of war camp right under my nose."

Regrettably, Beth Wenger had no interest in his assurances - he cared only about one thing. "Find him at once and hand him over to me."

"Of course, Mr. Captain...... Oh, by the way, this Winston. Churchill, what is his true identity? Piette asked curiously.

What he got was a warning. "It's a military secret of the highest order, and you'd better not inquire about it." Beth Winger said sternly, "All you need to do is give him to me, understand?" ”

"I'll have him here at once......" Piette replied hurriedly, but quickly stopped, "...... I'm sorry, Mr. Captain, but," he suddenly thought of a routine procedural work, "do you have any formal paperwork?" ”

The question was clearly unexpected by Beth Wenger. He was stunned for a moment. "What did you say?"

"Official document...... Let me hand over the official documents of the prisoners of war. "I need a document like this. ”

"There are no documents." Beth Wenger's voice became stiff, "There are no written documents, notices or formalities, nothing. ”

"This will not work, Mr. Captain. Without official documents, I cannot ......" Piete interrupted his statement again. Beswinger's face made him a little worried.

Immediately, he saw his fears become reality.

"Listen carefully, Captain Piette." Beth Winger's right hand began to pound on the table again, each stroke making Piet's heart tremble, "I don't have the papers, but you have to take Winston. Churchill handed it over to me. Don't give me any routine, this is a special case, just as I came directly to this prisoner of war camp without informing you and your superiors in advance, I can't ......"

"But—"

"Don't interrupt me!" Beth Wenger's tone became fierce, "This is a top-secret operation of the General Staff, and no evidence, documents, notices, or formalities can be left behind, and not too many people know about it—including you, Captain Piette." After I'm gone, you must forget everything, forget me, forget my soldiers, forget that I took Winston. Churchill, forget that there was once a Morning Post reporter in the POW camp. Whoever asks you, never say you've seen this person! ”

"Mr. Captain......" Piette didn't know what he should say - or nothing. No one had ever made such ridiculous and crazy demands to him, and he had no intention of accepting them—but Beth Winger's expression and tone showed that he had better accept them, and strictly enforce them.

Otherwise he'll be in big trouble.

Piette didn't want to get himself in trouble. However, if someone takes an important prisoner of war from a prisoner of war camp and does not leave any documents or proof, he will still be in great trouble.

Piette's head began to hurt.

His reaction was entirely expected by Beth Wenger. He smiled briefly for the third time, and his tone softened, "Do you know what a top-secret mission is, Captain Piette?" Without waiting for Piette to reply, he continued: "It's a task where you can get medals, but you don't necessarily get to see them with your own eyes." ”

"I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Captain."

"It means that the task will cost us dearly, sacrifices." The meaning is clear, although the explanation is somewhat complicated, "All tasks lead to sacrifice." Of course, we are always looking for ways to trade the least sacrifice for the greatest victory. So sometimes, we have to face the question of who to sacrifice to minimize our losses. ”

Piette knew what he meant. "You're going to sacrifice me, aren't you, Mr. Captain?"

"It's good for the whole operation." Beth Winger bluntly put it, "Prisoner of war camps are like prisons, and even if they are heavily guarded, there will still be prisoners who escape. Churchill is missing, you just have to take management responsibility, accept some innocuous punishment, and then the General Staff will award you a higher honor. But if I leave documentary evidence and let others, especially the British, know that I took Churchill, they will follow that trail to Lieutenant Colonel Stiegler, the General Staff, and the decision-makers at the top of the hierarchy. He used a long pause to emphasize the seriousness of the problem, giving Piet enough time to guess the outcome, "Do you know what's going to happen in the end?" ”

"We're court-martialed?" Piette guessed, not sure.

"A court-martialed is just one of the possibilities." Beth Wenger said, but did not name other possibilities. He straightened up again and stared into Piet's eyes, "Now, Captain Piet, are you still insisting that I provide you with the official documents?" ”

"No, not necessarily, Mr. Captain." Piette replied immediately. The outcome of Beswinger's prophecy frightened him—especially the result that he did not say directly, but hinted at. Now he almost couldn't wait to hand over the British journalist to Beth Wenger and settle the matter once and for all. "I'll have Churchill brought here at once."

"Leonard. Spencer. Beth Wenger corrected, "Don't let your soldiers know that name." ”

"I'm sorry......"

"Don't draw the attention of British prisoners of war either." Beswinger continued, "Bring Mr. Spencer here without a word." ”

"I understand, Mr. Captain." Pietra nodded, then stood up and walked to the door, pulling it open and gesturing to one of the sergeants standing outside the door. "Immediately put the warm ...... Leonard. Spencer brought here. He repeated Beth Wenger's request, "Don't draw the attention of British prisoners of war." ”

"Yes, Captain." The sergeant saluted him and turned away. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )