"Hey, welcome back to Moscow! I said, Mr. Kryyenovich, isn't there something happy that can't be done today? In Moscow, the capital of the Muscovy, the female secretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs shook the coffee in her hand and greeted the Kryyenovich diplomat who walked in. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was not yet work time, and Kryyenovich had just returned to Moscow by train from the Ming Empire, so the conversation between the two men was not so restrained, Kryyenovich took off the top hat on his head and shook it twice, and then walked into his office with a smile.

As soon as she entered the door, the female secretary hadn't noticed the difference between the Kryyenovich diplomat who had rushed back from the Ming Empire on weekdays, but when she turned around, she saw that the suave chief diplomat of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was still carrying a suitcase with a lock in his hand.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs often signs important diplomatic documents with some countries, many of which are extremely secretive, so locked boxes are also a very common thing. But this time was a little different from the others, because the box was handcuffed to Kryyenovich's wrist.

God testified to her, the little female secretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, that she had never seen a diplomatic document with such a high level of secrecy that needed to be handcuffed to the wrist of a diplomat to ensure absolute security. She watched in surprise as Kryyenovich walked into her office, only to find that behind her boss were two soldiers in large fur hats.

The two men wore thick military coats that reached to the calves, and the double-rowed buttons on the clothes shone brightly. Both of them wore armed belts over their coats, making them look more tall and slender. The two men had not spoken since they entered the room, and they had not paid attention to the snowflakes on their shoulders and hats, and they had just stood there quietly and looked at everyone who passed by in the corridor of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

In terms of stature, even among ethnic Russians who are tall enough to be described as tall, these two soldiers are enough to stand out from the crowd. Even the voxoid Muscovy-made revolver that the two of them wore on their waists looked insignificant on their bodies.

You don't have to look elsewhere, you can easily tell the identities of the two of them from their thick and valuable fur hats and the golden buttons on their chests. This is the direct unit of the Grand Duke, the most elite gendarmerie of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Muscovy.

"My God, what exactly did Kryyenovich bring back to be escorted by the Grand Duke's internal affairs troops?" The female secretary took a sip of her coffee and muttered as she walked back to her workstation, she didn't have the guts to follow Kryjenovich into his office, though she really wanted to.

After passing through the doors of the two offices, she walked to the room where the secretaries rested, and looked sideways in the direction of the door, where an Volga car was parked, and the body was still trembling slightly because it had not turned off. Snowflakes falling outside the window fell on the roof of the car, leaving a patch of snow white.

Just as Kryyenovich walked out of the office with a suitcase, the female secretary noticed that this time he was still carrying some other documents, and did not know where to go, so she hurriedly walked out of the door of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and under the protection of two internal guard gendarmes, got into the car and drove away.

She frowned for a moment, then quickly changed her expression, walked into the door of the lounge with a smile on her face, and greeted another female secretary who was already smoking inside: "Oh! Sally...... Where did you get such a beautiful dress? I also want a ...... What is the document you put in the Chief Diplomat's Office this morning about? Inconvenient to say? About Daming? Oh thanks, I don't have anything else, I'm just curious to ask. ”

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German intelligence, an officer in shiny leather boots walked in the corridor of the commander with a message in his hand, with an almost endless end in sight. His steps were fast, and he made a clicking sound on the marble floor, which sounded rhythmic.

It was a place called the General Staff of the German Empire, which has been known as the cradle of German generals since the establishment of the Prussian officer corps and its perfecting of the staff system. Now it is in full swing, because it is German Field Marshal Philipp who sits in this highest institution of the German military.

At only 52 years old, Philip was in the prime of life and full of rigorous work spirit, he could be said to be the soul of the German Empire, and his influence on the German army was greater and more direct than that of the titular generalissimo of the German army, Kaiser Wilhelm.

After personally commanding and winning the Franco-Prussian War, he also personally won and annexed Denmark, giving Germany a secure outlet to the sea, controlling more than half of the Baltic Sea and gaining an advantage over Muscovy.

Under the command of this marshal, a large group of generals of the General Staff who were the most capable of fighting in the whole of Germany were gathered, and the most dazzling of them was the younger, but undefeated General Bernhardt, the god of war. The German Emperor once proudly boasted to others at a meeting of European leaders, claiming that he had Philip and Bernhardt, and never tasted defeat.

Similarly, in the German military's intelligence agencies, information received was generally sent directly to Field Marshal Philip, rather than to the German Emperor Wilhelm. The intelligence officer walked all the way up the stairs to the door of the marshal's office, and then straightened his outfit before knocking on the door.

After obtaining permission from the other party, he pushed open the door, then stood upright and raised his chin, then knocked the heels of his shoes together and made a crisp sound: "Your Excellency, Marshal! There's a piece of information from the Eastern Front, and the level needs to be handled by you personally! ”

Philip put down the paper in his hand, took the folded telegram handed to him by his men, and frowned at it after just looking at it. Then he closed the telegram, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, and finally paused in a loop: "Prepare the car, I'm going to the palace!" ”

Soon, a German-made Bavaria car stopped at the gate of the General Staff, and Philip, dressed in a striking marshal's uniform, got into the car, and the guards escorting him on both sides all stood up and saluted. Then escorted by several cars, the car hurried in the direction of the palace. (To be continued.) )