Ernest and Hudson were depressed, originally saying that they could evacuate smoothly after covering the trading personnel, but they didn't expect to get a new mission halfway through and infiltrate East Berlin to support the Resistance's assassination operation.

But Unbeknownst to Ernest and Hudson, there were also a dozen other people who had also infiltrated East Berlin, responsible for covering the group of resistance death squads who had been killed heroically. However, they didn't know how much effort it took the agents to cover up the assassination plan in order to carry out the assassination plan, which was about to be full of holes.

On June 23, after the Soviet authorities adopted a blockade policy of cutting off water and electricity, the population was completely rioted. At this time, Britain was still discussing with the United States whether to airlift the East German people, and Albert would not take advantage of this short time to incite the people's hatred of the Soviet Union.

Then the secret resistance groups in East Germany were the first to jump out and die, inciting people to march in the streets against the lawless secret police, trying to stir up even stronger hatred of the authorities with bloodshed. Street politics has been a drama from ancient times to the present, where people with ulterior motives in the small part incite most of the masses who do not know the truth, and then let the masses bleed, and enjoy the political fruits themselves, while the innocent masses swallow the bitter fruits. In particular, there is also the intervention of foreign forces behind these people.

The angry crowd shouted slogans for bread and freedom, throwing stones at the police who were suppressing the riots, while members of the clandestine resistance groups that had blended in with the masses began to move.

As the head of operations of the secret Resistance, Nietzsche tried to use young but experienced members of the group to participate in the assassination, they blended into the crowd with submachine guns, no one would have thought that they would have deadly firearms hidden in their pockets, and today the notorious Stacy leader Wiesel personally came to suppress the unrest.

Soon a group of police officers armed with shields came into the sight of the demonstrators, armed with batons, keeping a certain distance from the demonstrators, and stood by in full force. Angry demonstrators ignored this, throwing rocks at the police and angrily shouting about a group of executioners.

Weisel, who was wearing leather boots, appeared in a low-key manner among the police, he frowned dissatisfied, grabbed the deputy next to him and asked, "Why don't you disperse these mobs without going to the scene?" ”

"With all due respect, sir, we don't have enough manpower to control the situation, and we're now being drawn from somewhere else, so I'd like to hold off and arrest these counter-revolutionaries later." The adjutant explained in a hurry.

"Forget it, it's enough for us. Tell them that if they don't leave, don't blame our men for not showing mercy. There is also an order to issue it, and when it is caught, it will be beaten to death, this is East Germany, it is a democratic country, and it is not just a random mess of them. If you have the ability, you can run to West Berlin, but these guys are still blocked at the border and can't get across. Weisel said arrogantly.

"Start clearing the field." The lieutenant expertly directed the police toward the crowd, and the demonstrators stood still, determined to fight the Stasi who were watching their persecution.

No freedom, no death. This world-class quote shouted by American Patrick Henry has given hope to all the oppressed, and it is also the most foolish phrase for careerists who seek to overthrow the authorities. At this time, the East German population was both.

The tragic eviction began. The police beat the demonstrators with batons, and all men, women, and children were thrown to the ground and beaten in a brutal and inhumane manner. Especially those young people who dared to try to resist, they were directly beaten by several policemen.

The unarmed crowd began to retreat in a panic, and the scene was chaotic. Weisel looked at the panicked fleeing crowd with satisfaction, and waved his fist viciously and said, "Run, you lowly people, one day I will put you all in the Vorkuta and Gulag concentration camps." ”

Hearing the three words of the Gulag, the secret police present couldn't help but shudder, this death camp that was widely circulated in private was a taboo for everyone, and no one wanted to bury the rest of their lives in that place because of an unintentional word.

Weisel noticed that there was an inconspicuous teenager in the crowd who was nimble enough to dodge all the police sticks and was speeding towards him. Weisel, who had a strong sense of crisis, noticed this anomaly as soon as possible, and he quietly took out the Makarov from the holster, pinned his hands behind his back, and quietly loaded it, almost no one noticed his small movement.

Weisel's plan was to shoot the boy immediately if he did anything wrong. Anyway, he could have blamed the Western countries for this unrest, and who cares how many people died in the riots?

The closer he got to Weisel, the more excited the young man's face became, and he was carrying a Luger P08 pistol in his pocket, which he had stolen from a Nazi officer, and had almost died at the hands of the officer, but fortunately, the man named Nietzsche had saved himself and gave him a bite to eat. So the boy followed Nietzsche with all his heart and wholeheartedly supported his cause of liberating Germany.

It's a pity that the young man who is not hot enough meets an old fox like Weisel, and after all, he will only suffer. Twenty meters away from Weisel, the boy shouted "Long live Germany", took out the luger pistol from his pocket, which he was reluctant to shoot a single bullet, and pulled the trigger at Weisel.

The boy's behavior had been expected by Weisel, who preemptively pulled out Makarov's pistol and shot him before the other man could open fire. How could a young man with no shooting training be an opponent of the head of the secret police? Weisel scrambled to shoot the bullet into his chest, and the boy leaned back, the pistol just firing an empty gun into the sky. Not even the hairs of Weisel touched.

The boy fell to the ground, his immature face in close contact with the dirty shoe prints, and the German land to which he fell was slowly blooming a crimson blood flower. It was as if the noise around him had been sucked into a huge sponge, and no sound could be heard again. The boy felt a little cold all over, and he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep, and no one could wake him up.

The flower of freedom is watered with the blood of patriots, but what about the tyrant who is still lacking?

The members of the Resistance group lurking around instantly pulled out their guns and fired at Weisel, the angry group of resisters as if they wanted to avenge their dead comrades, and every time the muzzle of the gun sprayed flames, one of the hapless Stassi fell. And they were all using Albert's support guns, which were much more powerful than the ones who were only armed with pistols and bolt-action rifles.

The secret police were at first desperate to find cover, and Sevier also retreated to the rear under the cover of dozens of subordinates, and seeing that the assassination target was about to disappear, Nietzsche led the remaining members of the Resistance to advance rapidly under the cover of assault rifle fire. However, the marksmanship of this group of people is really not flattering, and under this level of firepower, Stasi's secret police have not been able to achieve suppressive firepower.

The dawn of victory is always fleeting, and these unlucky guys who didn't take advantage of their chances can finally appreciate what a terrible torrent of steel can be.

The ground began to shake, and every member of the Resistance looked uneasy, and they hid behind cover, hunched over, poking their heads out to observe the puff of dust at the end of the street, as if several giant monsters were slowly walking from the hell to the east.

It was only when a huge black shadow slowly flashed out of the dust that the members of the resistance waved at their comrades in panic and shouted, "It's a tank, the Soviets' tank is coming!" ”

This phrase was like water in boiling oil, and it exploded in an instant among the members of the resistance.

When they heard the word tank from the mouth of their companion, everyone's hearts sank, and Nietzsche looked at the turret slowly turning towards him, his face like ashes.

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