Danzig, the city that came to be known as Gdansk. Two days earlier, the German troops in the city had been swept away by the People's Liberation Army (SPA), and the Jews had become the masters of the city.

"Have you found any traces of the High Seas Fleet?"

Basilev walked agitately around Pavel's office, occasionally raising his binoculars to look out into the direction of the sea.

For this veteran, the High Seas Fleet is an old rival, and since the outbreak of World War I, the two sides have been fighting back and forth in the bathtub of the Baltic Sea. Of course, the Baltic Fleet has achieved certain results, for example, the current man of the year Kolchak showed a talent for playing with mines, and overshadowed the Germans several times.

Of course, in general, compared with the Baltic Fleet and the High Seas Fleet, let's put it this way, there is really no comparison, one is handsome and rich, and the other is a dick. What the Baltic Fleet has done most in recent years is to go to sea to lay mines or go to sea to clear mines. There have been almost no head-on naval battles, and they are all petty fights.

Perhaps for every officer of the Baltic Fleet, the annihilation of the High Seas Fleet was just a dream, and as for the capture of the High Seas Fleet, it was simply a dream when it was a dream.

And now, Li Xiaofeng told Sù Basilev that he was going to capture the main force of the High Seas Fleet, and to tell the truth, the old man thought at first that someone had gone crazy, or he had drunk too much inferior vodka to the point of hallucinating.

It wasn't until someone repeatedly telegraphed him urging him to gather his elite troops to go to Danzig that he began to pay attention. On the way to Danzig, however, he was still full of doubts. I'm a little worried that I'm a meat bun and a dog and there's no return.

But when he arrived at Danzig, things were even better than he had imagined. The Jewish army took the city almost bloodlessly. If it weren't for the Jewish warriors patrolling the streets, he reminded him that the city had changed owners. He didn't see the slightest sign of having experienced a fight.

It has to be said that the Jews are still very strong in their organizational skills, although the vast majority of Jews in the world are not very optimistic about the Königsberg uprising, believing that the uprising will soon be ruthlessly suppressed by the Germans, and this so-called uprising is just an out-and-out farce!

At least that's what Weizmann had always preached to his countrymen, and whenever a Jew asked him about Königsberg and Pavel, Weizmann always expressed his affection – anger, ridicule, sarcasm. If only listen to him. I'm afraid that the Königsberg uprising has been strangled a hundred times, and the old Pavel has been killed more than ten times eight times.

Fortunately, Ben. Gurion is not as radical as Weizmann, although he cannot openly dismantle Weizmann's stage and contradict him. But he suggested that Königsberg, who was interested in the Königsberg uprising, and especially the financiers of the Jewish consortium, was worth visiting, and that what was going on there would be known only by seeing it with his own eyes.

Although many people choose to believe Weizmann, there will always be people who follow Ben. Gurion's encouragement to see Königsberg with his own eyes. Lies are like soap bubbles that burst at the touch of a button. The Jews who arrived in Königsberg immediately discovered that Königsberg displayed a hundred times more vigor and enthusiasm than the decaying Zionist organization. When the Jewish National Liberation Army continued to expand its gains, it swept through East Prussia. As they marched into the heart of West Prussia and Poland, fools knew how ridiculous Weizmann's words were.

The Jews, who were greatly aroused, continued to pour into Königsberg, bringing not only hordes of young adults, but also hundreds of millions of people in financial support and all kinds of specialized technical personnel.

The rational and meticulous Jews who were good at managing their finances soon put their territory in order, and with their efforts, East Prussia soon regained stability. In comparison, the Bolsheviks, or rather the vulgar polar bears, were really not good at this kind of work, or they were better at sabotage. So the same war, the situation in Russia and East Prussia is heaven on one and hell on the other.

As a patriot, although he chose to serve the Bolsheviks, he also had a lot of criticism about some of the practices of the Communist Party, and he even wanted to write letters to his superiors and ask them to learn from the Jews.

Of course, this is nothing more than a joke. Basilev was just a little emotional, and quickly adjusted his feelings and asked, "Where will you attack next?" ”

After more than a year in revolutionary Russia, Basilev had a preliminary understanding of the Bolsheviks' intentions, and knew that the Bolsheviks had placed considerable hopes on the German revolution, and that it would be quite advantageous for the revolution if the Jews could cooperate with the German revolution and continue their march in the direction of Berlin.

He, who did not have a particular understanding of the internal struggle of the Bolsheviks, naively believed that the capture of the High Seas Fleet was also part of the cooperation in the development of the German revolution.

Pavel glanced up at him and replied calmly: "Next we will consolidate our territory and strengthen our army. ”

"Why?" Basilev wondered if he had misheard, how could you shrink your eggs when the Jews were in a good state and it was time for the remnants to chase after the poor?

Pavel really couldn't explain the political affairs to a martial artist, and from a purely military point of view, the Jewish Liberation Army was now taking too big a step, according to a certain immortal, that is, it was easy to pull the egg.

Pavel didn't want to hurt his eggs, and he didn't want to ruin the hard-won good situation in the future. Therefore, he very much agreed with and happily accepted the advice of a certain immortal, controlled the pace, and did not rush to success, especially not to blindly march in the direction of the German hinterland or Warsaw.

Why did Li Xiaofeng propose such a proposal? Is it just because you don't want to be cheap? Certainly not, if the cooperation of the Jews can really bring about the revolution in Germany, Li Xiaofeng is willing to cooperate, the problem is that the result is the opposite. It is more likely that the Jews will be buried with the German Revolution.

As can be seen from the situation of the High Seas Fleet, the German officers were quite persistent in their orders. Even if they don't like Albert's Provisional Government very much, they will still obey their orders. This is true for the Navy, and even more so for the Army, think about it. How many troops did Germany have at this time?

Before, it was because the country was in chaos. The power of the army's killing machine has not been fully brought into play. As soon as the bourgeoisie and the Junker landlords were on the side of the Albert Provisional Government, the killing machine would be reactivated, crushing the opposition with astonishing efficiency. Historically, this was the case that the masses and some soldiers mobilized by the KPD were completely vulnerable in the face of the elite killing machines, and they stopped eating in a few minutes.

The Jews had taken advantage of it before, but to be honest, it was mainly a surprise to the Germans, and East Prussia was still some distance from the German hinterland. The millions of elite German soldiers on the front line are just beyond the reach of the whip for the time being. Moreover, the addition of Pilsudski was also a great distraction for the Germans.

It must be noted that the Jewish fighters were very different from the German regular army in terms of quantity and quality. To fight the German regular army is to hit a stone with an egg. Does Li Xiaofeng still expect to build a firewall in Poland? Naturally, he was reluctant to throw his precious Jewish vitality into the pit of Germany to be buried with him.

Now that a piece of territory has been circled, it is the time to quickly prepare the army and accumulate strength, what is the point of blindly being greedy for everything? Look at the so-called armies that have swelled in a short period of time in history, not to mention Kolchak and Pilsudski, these two were once known to have hundreds of thousands of troops. But once he fought with the regular army, he was beaten back to his original form in minutes.

The so-called hundreds of thousands of troops are not as effective as hundreds of thousands of pigs, at least the second senior brother can still kill and eat meat. And the so-called army only eats and does not work!

Naturally, Li Xiaofeng was not interested in raising pigs, and Jews were not interested in raising pigs. That's why it's very important to assess the situation. Anyway, the Germans could not be provoked for the time being, and let Trotsky play with the Germans for a month or two. Buy a little time. When the time is ripe, find trouble with the Poles first, pinch a soft persimmon first!

Perhaps, some comrades will say, Li Xiaofeng is too wishful thinking, you have attacked other people's high sea fleets, and you still expect to stay out of the matter?

It is true, but for the Provisional Government of Albert and for the bourgeoisie and Junker landlords who supported him to come to power, the High Seas Fleet was already an outcast, something that could be completely discarded. Li Xiaofeng completely plundered the high seas fleet, and the only one who was even more angry could only be the Entente bloc, after all, this was picking their peaches, wasn't it?

Of course, this peach is really hard to pick, and the Germans' attention to detail has revealed Karpovic's identity, and even the future ace spy himself feels that it is more than lucky.

Facing Feng. Ruyt's questioning, in the face of a murderous German officer, and especially in the face of Mesnier's slightly unwitting expression, Karpovich thought of death, as an honorable Bolshevik, an agent engaged in secret work, he must not be taken prisoner. Not only would it be a disgrace, it would be more likely to cause problems for the party, and the only thing Karpovich needed to think about was how to die more meaningfully.

How good it would be if there was a grenade. This is the real thought in Karpovich's heart at this moment, to die with these German devils, and to pull them back when they die!

The problem was that Karpovich didn't have grenades, no explosives packs, not even pistols. According to a certain immortal, a successful spy does not need to use a weapon at all, and if you need to use it, it means that you have been exposed and failed.

Before, Karpovich was more in favor of this, but now he really wants a pistol, and it would be better if he had a heavy machine gun!

"Not speaking and denying is wingless!" Mesnier snorted, "Tell me, who sent you!" What exactly is your mission! ”

Karpovich took a deep breath, the final moment was finally coming, he was just about to pick up the compass on the chart table, ready to stab the nearest Mesnir with this crappy weapon, kill one by one!

But before he could grab the compass, the German officers around him had already rushed up and overwhelmed him like a mountain of meat. A few minutes later, Karpovic, whose body was almost all falling apart, was tied to a chair, and in front of him, Messnir, whose ears were bloodied, was glaring at him viciously.

Just now, Karpovich made a final resistance, and he bit off half of Mesnil's ear with his hands and feet and torso.

"Do you think we can't do anything about you if you don't speak?" Mesnier punched Karpovic in a rage, and he was blinded.

Karpovich's reply to this was to spit half of the ear in his mouth in Mesnier's face.

"I'll kill you!"

Enraged, Mesnier punched Karpovic again, and this time it wasn't just a matter of star-studded, he almost lost his breath in pain.

"I warn you. Hurry up and speak. Otherwise. We've got a hundred ways to get you talking! "Feng. Ruyter also threatened viciously.

on this. Karpovich was right to sneer that when he joined the Bolsheviks, when he joined the underground work, he had already risked his life.

"This guy is a die-hard! Gotta let him taste something! "Messnier built yì road.

Feng. Ruyter glanced at Korpovich, as an officer, a gentleman, he did not like such bloody means very much, but if it was for Germany. He was willing to sacrifice the reputation of the officers and nobles at any cost.

"Treat him well! Be sure to ask for information about who is behind the scenes. "Saying that, Feng. Ruyter walked over to the intercom and prepared to give the order to redirect to Kiel.

At this moment, Morrigan, who had watched the play for a long time, finally appeared, and she walked into the bridge with a smile and asked, "Do you really want to know his identity?" ”

Her appearance made Feng. Ruiter and the other officers were a little surprised, but they quickly came back to their senses, and Mesnier smiled: "We have all forgotten that he still has his comrades!" Looks like you're smarter than this idiot! ”

Feng. Ruyter's attitude was a little better, and he said in a gentlemanly tone: "Miss." As long as you confess the information behind the scenes, I am willing to intercede for you! ”

"There's no need for that!" Morrigan laughed. He said calmly: "The identity of this gentleman will not be a secret to you...... He was Russian, Bolshevik......"

As soon as Morrigan said this, Karpovich erupted, struggling to get up from his chair, as if to shred Morrigan, "Shut up! You traitor! He yelled.

But before he could roar, he was pressed back by the two soldiers who rushed up, and he was gagged by the way.

Feng. Ruyter and Mesnier glanced at Karpovic as he erupted, and it was clear that what Morrigan said was true. Immediately, they perked up and hurriedly asked: "So, he is a spy of the Bolsheviks!" ”

Morrigan nodded, looking like he knew everything: "That's right, he is a spy of the Bolsheviks, and his mission is to capture the main force of the High Seas Fleet." ”

Feng. Ruyter and Mesnier looked at Karpovic with disgust, and then asked, "This young lady, it seems that you know a lot of inside information!" Don't you think it should be brought out with the plate? ”

Morrigan smiled sweetly, shook his head, and said, "I don't think you need to know that much!" ”

Mesniell smirked, "That's not up to you, miss. With that, he pressed over to Morrigan, threatening as he went, "You'd better cooperate obediently, otherwise, I don't mind destroying the flower ...... with a hot hand."

Before he could finish speaking, Morrigan suddenly moved, and the white light of his right hand flashed, and a line of blood appeared in Mesnil's throat, and the poor lieutenant commander didn't even feel anything, and he was ready to continue to reach out and grab Morrigan. When he raised his hand, he found that the dripping blood had fallen on the gold edge of the cuff, more and faster, and a second later, a bloody arrow spurted out of his neck, splashing Colonel Domanik next to him, and as he tilted, he fell to the ground with a pop.

There was an immediate exclamation from the bridge. Ruyt couldn't believe his eyes, a beautiful girl who looked weak could be a murderous devil, and right before his eyes, she was constantly slaughtering his subordinates with a knife in her hand, and he was stunned by the neatness of her methods and the cruelty of her methods.

A few seconds later, von. Ruyt only remembered to resist, he trembled and opened the pistol holster on his waist, trembling and took out his pistol, just when he was about to load, Morrigan had already walked in front of him, the dagger that was shining with cold light but not stained with a drop of blood was gently resting on von. Ruyt's wrist.

Feng. Ruyter immediately did not dare to move, only to realize that most of his men had fallen in pools of blood, and a few were clutching their necks, convulsing and letting out a near-death whimper.

"Do you think my knife is fast, or your gun is fast?" Morrigan asked, still smiling.

Feng. Ruit's throat moved, but he didn't dare to make any sound, he knew very well how fast the knife of the female devil in front of him was, it was not that no one had tried to resist before, Captain Karl shot all the bullets in the magazine in one go, but he couldn't touch a single hair of her.

Feng. Ruyter was well aware that he wouldn't move faster than Karl, "What do you want to do?" He asked with a slight stammer.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. General. I wasn't going to kill you. Morrigan scolded, "I need an order from you." ”

"What order?"

Actually, Feng. Ruyter already knew what the other party wanted him to order, so after asking the question, he immediately replied with firmness: "If you expect me to order the fleet to go to Danzig, I will only tell you that it is impossible!" It's ...... death."

Before he could finish speaking, Morrigan's index finger was on his lips, and the witch laughed, "I said, I won't kill you." But since you refuse to cooperate, you can only suffer a little! ”

Feng. Before Ruyter could understand what was going on, she was stunned by Morrigan's palm, and in Karpovic's stunned eyes, she strode over to the messenger tube, cleared her throat and sent a message to the von . Ruyt's voice...... (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank you for the second kill of Potato, Juventus and Comrades hzwangdd!