The shouts, barks, footsteps, wheezing, and the chaotic sounds of the birch forest, where the branches and ground are covered with snow, break the calm of winter, and invisibly raise the spirit of people who dare not really relax to the alert position.

Syllable...... Syllable...... Syllable......

The semi-automatic sound of the Garand rifle pulsed in my ears, and the bullets whizzed through the forest gaps, some stirring up white snowflakes on the ground, some hitting tree trunks and shaking off scattered snow, and some burrowing into the bushes and disappearing. The shooting was difficult to track down the cunning and agile figure of the target, and the shooter raised the muzzle of the gun for a moment, and reluctantly but seriously joined the pursuit.

"Haber"

Halfway up the steep hill, the soldier who was walking in front turned sideways and made a continuous "outflanking to the right" gesture to one of his colleagues. I saw that these soldiers wearing American-made M1 steel helmets were wearing gray and white camouflage jackets with fluff caps, and they couldn't help but exhale clear white air from their mouths.

Given the order, a non-commissioned officer of about twenty-seven or eighteen years of age, with blue eyes and a high nose, beckoned two soldiers behind him to follow him to the right side of the hill, one of whom had stopped to shoot with the Garand M1, and the other with a slightly shorter range but powerful Thomson submachine gun, which was discontinued in 1945 but produced more than one million units during World War II and continued to be used as the standard weapon of the U.S. Army after the war.

Bypassing the hillside on the right, a white shadow flickered through the col ahead, the soldier with the Garand rifle raised his gun to shoot, this time the blue-eyed and high-nosed non-commissioned officer stopped his subordinates, he crouched down to carefully observe the opponent's movements, as if predicting that the target would be briefly exposed to a clearing after passing through the birch forest on the opposite hillside, so he continued to run to the right front with two soldiers, the snowy downhill was steep and slippery, and the three of them almost climbed down the slope with a roll, Then step through a small patch of bush through soft snow and littering branches. Seeing a rocky rock standing proudly over its surroundings, the non-commissioned officer closed the safety of his pistol and stuffed it into his holster, borrowed the Garand from his subordinates, and aimed at the rock on one knee. Visually, it was more than 500 meters from this rock to the open space on the opposite hillside, a distance that even the best snipers could hardly guarantee a hit with professional sniper equipment, and the two soldiers gasped while waiting to see the results later. After a while, the white figure really ran out of the woods from that direction, trying to enter the vast coniferous forest through a clearing of more than ten meters. Between the lightning and flint, the gunshots rang out three times in succession, and the bullets went one after another, so that the naked eye could only faintly see that there was snow stirred up by the bullets, and then saw the white figure move forward a few meters in a strange posture and then fell and did not move, and the soldiers were so impressed that they threw themselves to the ground.

The blue-eyed and high-nosed non-commissioned officer's eyes relaxed slightly, but his facial expression was still occupied by that innate melancholy, and good marksmanship should be proven on the battlefield, but this was not a battlefield, but a second-level alert area located northwest of Nuremberg. This area is the most intact of the city of Nuremberg during the war, Caesar's Castle is a famous royal building, and the Nuremberg prison has received a lot of attention for its high-ranking Third Reich war criminals.

The white figure did not get up again and continued to run with agility like a cat, and its signs could not be seen from hundreds of meters, maybe it was a child, maybe it was a girl, it was curled up, it should be enduring the pain of bullet wounds, but it did not cry out like those timid recruits on the battlefield. It was a few minutes before the soldiers, dragged by the dogs, finally reached the clearing, and the bullying animals barked more and more, and the soldiers carefully moved their strange crouches with their guns in their hands - if the guy suddenly pulled out a grenade, they would have been able to get down at the first time.

After all, the scene of dying with the pursuers did not appear, and when the guys on his side took control of the target, the blue-eyed and high-nosed non-commissioned officer threw the Garand rifle back to his subordinates and silently took out his cigarette. For the fourth time in a month, the first three peepers escaped with their familiarity with the terrain, could this be the last? …,

Before lighting a cigarette, he subconsciously looked up at the sky, although it was sunny now, but the air was depressed before the blizzard came.

Two hours later, in the headquarters of the Allied occupation forces that occupied the royal complex of Caesar's Castle, the American staff officer with an elegant temperament led the stout and rugged sergeant into General Keith's office.

"A young German dog cub would have slipped away if Sergeant Longman hadn't shot him in the leg from 500 meters away. This guy won't say anything right now, but we found this out of him. ”

After the salute, the sergeant gave a straightforward report and placed a golden German eagle emblem on the general's desk.

Looking at this "notorious" Nazi eagle, General Keyes, who was wearing an olive-brown uniform and a lieutenant general's epaulettes, changed his face. He looked up at his staff officer, "Go and ask General Lake for a trip."

During the time between the departure of the staff officer and his return, General Case stood without saying a word at the window with a panoramic view of the Nuremberg prison, which made the sergeant, who was not more than thirty years old and had been on the battlefield for several years, a little uneasy.

Accompanying the staff officer back to the room was a thin-faced British lieutenant general. The impression that the British generals were thinner is more likely to be reminiscent of the blockade of the British Isles by the German submarine fleet during the war, but the fact is that even in the two years when the German army was at its strongest, there was no fatal famine on the British mainland, and the supply of the army was guaranteed, at least in terms of food.

General Lake entered the room, and the American sergeant hurriedly stood up and saluted, and General Case, who seemed unreserved, said to Lake, "The boys have caught the snoopers, and they haven't taken a confession yet, but ......"

Following Keys's gaze, General Lake of the British Army saw the eagle emblem on the table that had made Europe tremble and still have lingering palpitations, and he was equally surprised by the small object that could easily be stuffed into his pocket, and looked at it in front and back, and the whisper in his mouth should have read the phrase "one nation, one people, one Führer." Finally, he put down the eagle emblem, turned to General Case, and said, "The dark forces of the Third Reich have begun to stir again under the inspiration of the demons. ”

Keith was still looking out of the window at the heavily guarded Nuremberg prison, the high walls, power grids and sentinels looked like an impregnable defensive unit, but its ability to resist attacks was only equivalent to a small military fortress, as long as professional explosives equipment and combat troops were used, it should be much easier to occupy this place than the French ** to take the Bastille.

When General Lake, who was wearing a medal on his chest, walked to his side, Keys suddenly turned to the American sergeant who felt as if he had been forgotten and said, "Sergeant, tell us about the whole process of today's incident."

Now that he had come to the general, the sergeant had obviously typed his draft, but coherence and coherence were two different things, and the poor sergeant was already sweating on his forehead after such a report, which was punctuated with pauses and slips of the tongue.

"Do you have any other questions for our sergeant?". Keith asked his British colleagues.

Lake thought for a moment and said to the American sergeant, "Well done, sergeant"

"Thank you for the compliment." The sergeant responded purely politely that no matter how close and lasting the relationship between the United States and Britain is, they will ultimately be two sovereign and independent interests, and it is impossible for each other to act as a substitute for their internal military power.

"Alright, sergeant, you and your soldiers did a great job today, so don't worry about the rest." Keith said lightly, not even giving a holiday reward. Even if he was upset, the sergeant did not dare to show it on his face, and he saluted the two generals:

"It's the general, goodbye to the general"

After the non-commissioned officer was out, Keith motioned to the staff officer to let him leave the room as well. Then the two of them were alone, and he asked Lake, "Do you think this is controlled by the remnants of the Third Reich?" ”

General Lake hesitated: "On the surface, it seems to be so. ”

"It's just because it looks like it seems on the surface that I'm worried and hurried." Keith took a few steps to the right, came to the globe under the flag of the United States, and flicked it to show the Americas in front of it.

"In the attack on the atomic bomb base 14 months ago, the attackers were extremely powerful and ghostly in the night battle." "The assassination of Stalin in St. Petersburg nine months ago is still a mystery of the role of foreign enemies or internal strife, and the Soviet Union's claim that one of their corps was annihilated in northern Norway five months ago, if these are all related to the dark power of the Third Reich, then they are far more powerful than we can imagine." ”…,

"Most people ended up feeling that this was a trick by the Soviets to cover up their true intentions." General Lake tepidly continued, "This time may be no exception. ”

Keith stroked the globe with his finger, his eyes showing deep worry: "I have never come to a definite conclusion about this series of events, the evil tactics of the Soviet Union or the underground power of the Third Reich, no matter which one dominates all this, if we go down the misguided path, we will only go further and further in the wrong direction." ”

"But ......," General Lake said, standing at the window and looking back, "we should be 100% sure that our opponents are targeting the people in this prison." ”

"What did the Soviet Union want these German war criminals for? Tried in their way or shot on the spot? Keith suddenly turned around and asked.

Lake was a little caught off guard by the question, and he thought hard to himself, "Could it be that we went in the wrong direction from the beginning?" ”

Keith smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The opponent wants to put us in a state of confusion and even panic where we can't guess the truth. We don't know what they want, we don't know when they're going to act, we don't know their size and manner, it's all a mystery. ”

"The prisoner the sergeant spoke of......" Lake said as he said this, and there was a soft knock on the door. The two generals glanced at each other, as if they had a bad premonition at the same time.

"Come in," Keith called.

The U.S. staff officer entered the door with a lieutenant, who hurriedly saluted Case, and was speechless when he saw the presence of British General Lake.

"It's okay," Keith motioned to the lieutenant.

The lieutenant looked bitter: "The snooper captured by the patrol committed suicide in the detention cell. ”

Keith wasn't too surprised, he paused for a moment, and asked calmly, "What did you use to commit suicide?" ”

"It's not very clear at the moment, it seems to be a highly toxic compound hidden somewhere." The lieutenant replied.

By this time, Keith had lost interest in the way the snoopers had died, and he waved the lieutenant and staff officer out, and when the door was closed again, he exchanged wry smiles with Lake.

"We now have 1,800 soldiers guarding the prison, but it looks like we need to strengthen our troops, and it's better to bring in more tank troops." General Lake suggested.

As the commander-in-chief of the Nuremberg occupation forces at this stage, Case obviously had other plans: "The headquarters is planning a large-scale winter offensive, and I don't know what to think of it. According to the plan, a French infantry regiment will arrive at Nuremberg next month to change its defense, and the plan for the replaced American troops is to send them to France for rest. After these two months, the situation should be clearer."

General Lake felt that this solution also saved a lot of trouble, but he still felt that he should send more tank troops at Nuremberg.

Keith touched his chin: "Aren't the French training their newly formed armored units in southern Bavaria?" The commander of that armour, General Lehr, and I were friends at first sight, and it should not be difficult for them to send a tank company to assist in the garrison, and I will call and communicate with the headquarters later. ”

These adaptable and reasonable approaches sounded impromising, and Lake stood by the window and thought for a moment, "Is there anything you need my help with?" ”

In the eyes of a smart man, everyone around him has a role, and Keith turned around: "The ground garrison is consolidated, it would be better if the air patrol and vigilance could be strengthened." ”

Also in the middle of winter, the temperature in Hamburg, which is next to the sea, is much warmer than in Nuremberg. With no ice ridges hanging from the eaves, and the pedestrians on the streets dressed in modest clothing, Lynn, the diabolical figure who drove the outbreak of World War III but saved the continent from nuclear weapons on such a comfortable rainy day, once again set foot on German soil.

In an ordinary apartment with no view of the sea and the port, Lynn stood in front of the window for a long time, greedy for the rainy streetscape. When the Third Reich was about to fall, he boarded the submarine in a daze, thinking that he would not return to Germany for many years, but the nightmare of sinking did not last that long. After more than 500 days and nights of suffering, he finally came back, although his identity is not yet the real winner, but it is no longer the gap between heaven and earth from that step. …,

Next door, the friction sound of moving tables and chairs and adjusting equipment can be heard from time to time, which is the entourage arranging the operation headquarters. Here, they did not need to worry that their whereabouts would attract the attention of the police, and although the port of Hamburg was home to an Allied naval detachment and thousands of land personnel, and the airport was under the strict control of the American military, the city was not in the recovery stage after the devastation. In order to apprehend the absconders of the Third Reich, the Allies used two main channels: spies embedded in Germany and bounties for German residents. The role of the former is undoubted, but the scope of their control is really limited, especially for those who disguise themselves under pseudonyms. In an environment of extreme food and clothing, a loaf of bread can make the hungry willing to do anything, but the most difficult days have passed, and most people do not sell their faith and soul again and again. The Allied army's control of the occupied territories and the distorted and ugly faces of the traitors were disgusting to the German inhabitants. In the first decade after the end of the war, the mentality of the German people was still in a dangerous state of flux, there were still many people who were unwilling to accept defeat, and the ideological soil of nationalism and militarism was still very stubborn. Before Lynn arrived in Hamburg, the liaison officers who had landed in advance felt the atmosphere of the people like mothers, their faces were not denounced by the surrounding crowd because of their strangeness, and the seemingly neutral position of the residents was full of thirst for revival, and after receiving the instructions of the base camp, the intelligence officers and secret liaison officers who had not evacuated the German mainland after the war began to develop eyes and ears among the residents, temporary officials, and German police officers trained and paid by the Allies. The pace of expansion of these actions is far more optimistic than expected.

When there was a knock on the door, Lynn put away her thoughts and calmly called, "Please come in"

Entering the door is a "little short" who is only one meter and six meters tall, among Europeans, especially those close to Northern Europe, such a body type does belong to the condensed level, but it is also thin and thin, it looks like it can be blown down by strong winds, and it will be lame when walking. Naturally, such people would not have been recruited by the army of the Third Reich, and if it weren't for Goebbels's trick of "martyrdom for the whole family" in Berlin, thanks to people's habitual thinking, Philip . William. Hedda was always able to pass through all kinds of interrogations and even investigations by the Allied forces without incident, but his real identity was that of a former major in the German Military Intelligence Bureau, and the head of the underground resistance organizations in the Schleswig-Holstein region and in Hamburg and Bremerhaven after the war.

True, when the traditional territory of a country is occupied by foreign armies out of non-national will, no matter how powerful the occupiers are, there will always be various forms of underground resistance there, with little exception......