Struggling out of the endless darkness, Nie Wenqing first felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, followed by a sticky face - the mud on the ground cushioned the momentum of the plane's fall, and also saved Nie Wenqing, who was thrown out of the cabin at the last moment, and by the way, his handsome little face was covered with mud mixed with flesh and blood.

After a short tinnitus, Nie Wenqing could probably hear that the sound of the cannon was fading away, but the sound of machinery was getting closer and closer—it seemed that a whole heavy industrial area was pressing down from the sky towards his head.

Wipe away a handful of mud from Kao's near eyelids, and a slender figure dangles in front of him, his bulky steel helmet discordant with his sharp face, followed by a striking mustache is the face of a fair-skinned young man, and the artist's azure pupils are casting a nervous and concerned gaze.

"How are you...... You're not German? ”

Nie Wenqing sat up with one hand, let out a long breath, and after confirming that there were no other serious injuries on his body, he raised his head and responded: "I'm Chinese, right?" China, your eastern allies, we fight the Russians together, fight the British......"

The young corporal listened to Nie Wenqing's explanation, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "You have a blue Marx?" Are you one of those air heroes who bombed St. Petersburg on the radio? ”

Nie Wenqing sighed, subconsciously twisted the "Meritorious Service Medal" awarded by the Emperor on his neck, and blinked: "To be precise, I came with them, and I am a ...... appointed by Her Majesty the Empress of the Chinese Empire."

Before he could finish speaking, the young corporal flew and knocked him down, and with an explosion, a huge crater more than ten meters away burst into a column of dirty water two or three people high, and the water foam was fluttering, and Nie Wenqing wanted to sneeze a little.

Before anyone could come to his senses, the half-kneeling corporal grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the trench on the side.

"Tanks! The enemy tanks are coming! Get out of here! ”

"There were still people on the plane......"

Nie Wenqing was still thinking about Lieutenant Goering, who also wanted to go for a ride over St. Petersburg.

The corporal pointed to the depths of the trench: "He's already below, we always save the pilot first - what should I call you?" ”

"My surname is Nie."

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel Nie, can you move yourself? We're running out of time—"

"I'm here to ......"

A few minutes later, I don't know how many turns the road turned, how many sections of the bombed traffic trench climbed, Nie Wenqing was led into a half-collapsed cement bunker, and there was a strange smell mixed with blood, rotten flesh and excrement. Following the intermittent moaning, the flickering lights, and the messy ammunition boxes, there were more than a dozen lightly and seriously wounded people who were wrapped in bandages, blind, deaf, and had broken arms and legs, and Nie Wenqing recognized Lieutenant Goering at a glance who was still wearing a flight suit.

The corporal greeted everyone, turned back to Nie Wenqing and stretched out his hand and said: "Welcome to 'Pile No. 9', I can only take you here for the time being, the line of communication to the rear has been completely destroyed in a few days, communications have been interrupted, supplies have been cut off, officers have been killed, and then there are tanks, damn tanks......"

Nie Wenqing shook hands with him politely, and then looked around: "Who is in charge here now?" ”

The young corporal tilted his head, and two moustaches went down with a big figure: "Adolf. Corporal Hitler – that's me. ”

"Adolf. Hitler? ”

Nie Wenqing narrowed his eyes: This name seems to have been heard somewhere, it seems, maybe, maybe...... It was mentioned by Her Majesty the Empress......

Corporal Hitler on the opposite side winked stupidly and innocently: "What, what's the problem?" ”

Nie Wenqing shook his head lightly: "No...... Nothing, I guess I remembered something wrong...... Anyway, thank you very much for saving me, for now I must return to Berlin as soon as possible, and I think I can count on your full assistance? ”

In the face of such a polite request, Corporal Hitler only smiled bitterly, turned around and pointed to the unlucky ones on the ground: "You have also seen that this place has been directly hit by heavy artillery, including me, only three people are still able to walk, and none of the liaison officers sent to the rear have returned." I can't leave these brothers who can't walk, and I'm not sure I'll be able to escort you safely to the rear, and I'm sorry, but our only hope now is for reinforcements from the rear to arrive as soon as possible. ”

"Reinforcements from the rear? I think you'd better ......."

Nie Wenqing was about to put more pressure on the young mustachioed corporal in front of him, but was suddenly interrupted by an exclamation from upstairs: "Tank! The enemy's tank kao is near! ”

"I'll come over here!"

Hitler agreed, nodded at Nie Wenqing, wrinkled his eyebrows and passed by him, and climbed the iron ladder leading to the upper part of the bunker with both hands, and disappeared after a few clicks.

Nie Wenqing glanced at Lieutenant Goering, who was silent on the ground, gritted his teeth, and climbed the iron ladder, only to see that on the half of the cement floor on the upper floor of the bunker that had not collapsed, there were still two water-cooled heavy machine guns, a small-caliber long-barreled cannon and a medium-caliber short-barreled mortar gun. Or the MK3 "King" cruiser? Could it be ...... That is the land dreadnought, the MK4 "Independence" battlevehicle that can be called the king of multiple turrets?

Nie Wenqing pulled out the small and delicate Hanyang one-year nine-millimeter naval pistol at his waist, unfastened the safe, loaded, hesitated, and did not immediately aim the muzzle at his temple.

I know too much, so I ...... You must not be captured!

Farewell, Your Majesty the Empress, our goddess, shining on the sun and moon of the Constitutional Restoration, forgiving the incompetence of the ministers, no longer able to exist as your flying eyes...... Even so, it is a great honor to sacrifice my body for the great cause of His Majesty's constitutional restoration......

Squatting behind the small-caliber long-barreled cannon, Hitler looked back at Nie Wenqing, who was full of confusion and self-absorption, and threw a sentence in confusion: "What are you doing here?" ”

Nie Wenqing slowly raised his eyelids with an unhappy face: "I'm praying the last prayer and ...... to us."

Hitler interrupted him impatiently: "Come and help when you are done praying." Look at this, this is a new anti-tank gun designed by you Chinese, made by the Krupp factory with the best steel and machinery, for God's sake and your big gods and small gods, let's use this to entertain those 'guests' who may be related to Goliath - Zhilu Dao Goliath? ”

"The giant general of the Bible? Was stoned to death by the Israeli boy named David? ”

Nie Wenqing only vaguely remembered that he had read this story in an issue of a leisure history magazine.

"Almost, as much as I hate Jews, but this time, we have to believe that we are David, and we have to use this pebble," Hitler said, grabbing a slender cannonball and tilting his head towards the hole. "Fight the seemingly powerful Goliaths out there."

"There was only one Goliath in front of David." Nie Wenqing reminded him.

Hitler looked to both sides: "We have four men here—if we can hold on until reinforcements arrive, we will win." Join us, or continue your 'last' prayers, whatever you pray. ”

Nie Wenqing bit his upper lip with his lower teeth, closed the pistol safe, and sent the gun into the sleeve: "From now on, I will be at your disposal for the time being, corporal-tell me what to do." ”

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