Berlin, Reichstasbank.

A succession of five black Mercedes cars sped to a halt under the marble steps in front of the bank. Seeing this, the guard on duty immediately shouted and walked towards the cars: "You can't park in front of the bank!" Please pull over to the side...... Oh my. ”

The men who got out of the car wore gentleman's hats, long trench coats, and carried the famous Chicago typewriter — a weapon that became known in the colorful stories of American street gangsters in the tabloids.

The guard froze in place for a few moments before deciding to abandon his duty and turn and run.

The trench coat men were not embarrassed by the guards, and they were led up the long stairs of the bank by the only one who did not have a guy in his hand, and entered the bank hall through the turnstiles.

"Commissioner of the Berlin branch of the Pan-German Union Party, now to take over the Reichsbank!"

His voice echoed through the classical hall, and the old gentleman sitting behind the gilded counter facing the gate stared blankly at the group of militants who had just entered.

At this time, the leaders of the "typists" also noticed that the situation did not seem to be quite right: it was almost time to open for business, but this old man was the only one in the whole hall.

As soon as he frowned, a young man with a red armband on his arm walked into the hall from the corridor leading to the elevator room, and the young man glanced at the "typists" at the door, raised his chin and responded, "I've never heard of any correspondent coming to take over the bank. ”

"It was an order issued by the Minister of Finance of the Republic, Gorob!"

"That's right, we did hear that a Gorob issued this order." The young man raised his hand wearing a red armband, and the tapestry on the railing on the second floor of the hall fell with a bang, revealing the Maxine heavy machine gun hidden behind, while a large number of young men armed with K98s appeared behind the railing on the second floor, condescendingly aiming at the group at the door.

"You ......" The "commissioner" took a step back, and finally mustered up the courage to hold back a sentence, "You are a betrayal of the country!" ”

"We were instructed that we must stop the theft of state property by ill-intentioned careerists! Our actions are undoubtedly patriotic! The young man retorted sternly, "You are not capable of running the country well, and we cannot hand this over to you!" ”

"You!" The commissioner raised his hand and pointed at the young man's nose, and was about to say something, when a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the silent hall where only two people shouted at each other.

Maybe some clumsy young man dropped a bullet on the ground.

But the sound struck the already tense nerves of both sides of the standoff.

It didn't matter who fired first, in short, the sound of Maxine and the typewriter engulfed the entire banking hall in an instant, and the flying bullets smashed the reliefs of the famous masters on the walls of the hall, and smashed the priceless antique counters, and the large number of Imperial Marks prepared for the counters flew all over the sky, like a goddess scattering flowers.

The exchange of fire was fierce and short, and soon the young students who had the advantage of the terrain won the victory, bringing all the gang-headed commissioners to the ground.

"Ceasefire!" Student leaders hiding behind the counter chanted, "Ceasefire!" They're all dead! ”

After the machine gun fire stopped, it took more than ten seconds for the rifle ping-pong fire to completely stop, and it seemed that several students felt uncomfortable not firing the bullets in the K98 magazine.

After the complete ceasefire, the student leader, who had just confronted the commissioner, crawled out from behind the counter, holding another signature weapon of the American gangster, the Winchester M1912 shotgun, and cautiously approached the corpse lying in the doorway.

He noticed that someone in the pile of corpses had moved, and immediately pulled the trigger. After firing three rounds in quick succession with a pump-activated shotgun, the young man approached the bloody corpse and stabbed the corpse in the head with the barrel.

Then he bent down to pick up the Chicago typewriter that had fallen to the floor, as his companion ran down the stairs at the back of the hall, running towards him.

"Hey Hans," called out the young man's name, "haven't you always wanted to make one of these!" ”

With that, he threw the typewriter in his hand straight out, but because the gun was too heavy, it didn't reach the partner he called, and instead fell directly to the ground with a heavy sound.

The young man with the name "Hans", which is common in Germany, carried K98 on his back, bent down to pick up the Chicago typewriter that had fallen on the ground in front of him, looked at it excitedly, and couldn't stop exclaiming: "Awesome, this feels different to the touch, it's great." ”

The smile on the boy's face looks like a little boy getting a new toy.

The student leader also picked up his shotgun, picked up another "typewriter", and opened the brake with a slightly rusty movement, looking inside the chamber.

The other students who rushed over also happily picked up the guns on the ground, and they were all overjoyed, and it was impossible to imagine that they had just started killing a few minutes ago. Their brand-new, shiny boots trampled on the blood of the dead, leaving bright red footprints on the marble floor.

Finally, after admiring the newly arrived firearm, the student leader cleared his throat and entered the speech mode with ease, shouting to the students gathered around him: "Students! Comrades! We must hold on to the Imperial coffers until the real government of the republic enters Berlin! Anyone who tries to steal state property is our enemy! We want to leave the gold and jewels in our vaults to trustworthy people! Long live the German Republic! ”

"Hooray!" The young people chanted together as they raised their weapons in their hands.

In the days that followed, "slogans" and "long live" echoed in the already shambled bank halls.

The old gentleman hiding behind the counter listened to the students' shouts with complicated expressions.

Eventually, he shook his head.

"It's crazy." The old man took off his glasses, took out his glasses cloth and wiped them gently, saying to himself as he wiped, "It's exactly the same as seventeen years ago." ”

The old man clearly remembered that seventeen years ago, his grandson was full of such enthusiasm, and walked on the battlefield with repeated slogans and passionate military music to say goodbye, and never returned. Later, the old man's son also **** went to the battlefield and lost a leg when he came back.

"Let's hope the Republic doesn't lead Germany into another war." The old man prayed in a low voice that only he could hear.

**

Major Liszt strode along the tracks, beside him a train lying motionless on the tracks like a dead snake.

When the major saw a few officers running in front of him, he opened his voice and asked loudly, "Why stop!" ”

"The train driver said the locomotive was out of order," one of the captains immediately responded, "and they were trying to troubleshoot!" ”

"Nonsense! The commander of the military station transferred us to the **** locomotive in the best condition, how can it be said that the fault is the fault? ”

Faced with the major's questioning, none of the officers could answer, so they all chose to remain silent.

The Major glared at his men and continued to stride forward. Soon the locomotive came into his sight, and he did see several train drivers waving tools and banging on the transmission mechanism on the wheels of the locomotive.

"Stop for something!" The major questioned the conductor in a black hat standing next to the front of the train.

"As you can see, my lord." The conductor turned, he was a much stronger man than the major who was diligent in exercising, and the beating veins could be seen on the bulging muscles on his hands.

"What does it mean to see nothing! Give me a serious report and stop for what! ”

The conductor was completely unmoved, he scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed face: "How can I say this, the front of the train has failed, and we are also investigating what is wrong, so there is no way to give you an accurate report." In addition, we don't know when we will be able to leave again, and if we are unlucky, we may have to wait for a new bus sent by telegram from the station in front or behind us to come to us. ”

The Major raised an eyebrow, they had passed the previous station less than twenty minutes earlier, which meant that the new train would be there in twenty minutes.

This made the major's expression relax a little, but at this time, the conductor said: "However, in order to sabotage the enemy's command and intelligence, the Red Guards lurking in this vicinity blew up all the telegraph lines along the railway. ”

As he spoke, the conductor pointed to the broken telephone pole next to the railroad ahead.

Only then did the major realize that the poles were supporting telegraph lines.

"Bastard!" The Major blew his beard angrily, "I now suspect that you are deliberately delaying the march!" ”

Just then, a whistle was heard from the direction of the rear of the train.

The Major frowned, and he bent down and slipped under the connection between the locomotive and the coal wagon, across the railroad track, to the other side of the train. It was then that the Major realized that the train carrying his troops was stopping on the wrong track next to the main track, and on the main track, another train was coming from the direction the Major had just come.

"Damn it!" The major turned around and yelled at the officers who had followed him under the car, "Go and pull the wrench in the back!" Fast! Can't let that train pass ......."

The train driver on the locomotive suddenly released the residual steam in the piston at the front of the locomotive, and the shrill sound of renunciation directly swallowed the major's order, and although the temperature of the water vapor had dropped significantly, it still roasted the major enough.

He easily rushed out of the range of steam, and the train that caught up behind him was already near.

Red flags were planted on the roaring trains, and the iron carriages with open doors were full of Red Guard soldiers.

Most of the Red Guards were playing cards, and a small number of Red Guards who were sitting in front of the car door watching the scenery saw the major waving to him.

"Victory!" Someone shouted at the major like this, and it made his nose crooked.

What made the major even more unhappy was that there were still people in his own army who responded to the Red Guards with "victory".