"Pull him out—" Someone hung the rope into the crack, and after the initial panic, the well-trained special forces had regained their composure, ignoring the green light for the time being, and rescuing the man first.

"So what's down there?" Zhukov walked back with Lin Xuan while talking to himself.

"yes, what's down there?" Lin Xuan smiled bitterly.

In 1945, mankind's understanding of the earth was still on the surface, and neither surface drilling, pit excavation, nor diving search had touched the essence of the earth. Moreover, the equipment at that time was quite rudimentary, like digging a mountain with a shovel, although it took a lot of time, but the progress was extremely slow.

"Will it be a gem mine?" Zhukov asked.

"Perhaps, but even priceless gem mines don't help the situation in the slightest. If there is no life, what is the point of having global wealth? This is Lin Xuan's heartfelt words.

"Only eternal life is the ultimate dream of mankind." Zhukov continued, "It is said that the Nazi Führer has been pursuing eternal life since he came to power, from African witchcraft tribes to Asian theology, from the North American Christian Church to the Icelandic cannibal castle...... He went further and further down this path. Because of this, his dream of 'conquering the world by force' was gradually shattered, and he suffered more and more defeats on the global battlefield. ”

Lin Xuan had already read the same analysis report, because these materials were completely preserved in the German World War II Museum, and most of them were once "top secret" archives that had been declassified. Therefore, Lin Xuan knows more about the mental journey of the Nazi Führer than Zhukov.

The two of them walked for five minutes, through the secret room, and into the basement.

As Zhukov said, the Soviet commandos had taken full control of the basement and captured the final lair of the Nazi Führer. It can be said that by this time, the heart of Berlin had been hollowed out, and only the unwitting SS troops on the periphery were still holding their positions, stubbornly resisting, in order to express their loyalty to the Führer.

Lin Xuan sighed: "The war is over. ”

For World War II civilians fed up with the flames of war, this moment has been waiting too long.

Lin Xuan believed that under the auspices of the United States, Britain, the Soviet Union, and other major powers, Europe would soon restore order, lay down its arms, put into production, and build a new and vibrant Europe.

At the same time, in the not-so-distant Asian theater, the Japanese army is still desperately struggling to defend the ultimate dream of a greater East Asia co-prosperity sphere. The invaders who adhered to the spirit of bushido never expected defeat to come so quickly, and the emperor, whom they always revered, would bow their noble heads and surrender to the Republic of China, the United States of America, and the British Empire, under the deterrence of the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Heavenly Dao Duke, retribution is not happy. Any crime committed by the aggressor will be reckoned, they try to enslave other nations, forever riding on the head of the foreigner, but in the end, they are overturned to the ground, and they step on one more foot, never to turn over.

"yes, the war is over." Zhukov responded, "After a long period of defense, stalemate, and offense, we have ushered in victory, and the next thing is to share the fruits of victory." ”

History cannot be erased, Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel a little disgusted when he thought of the disgraceful story after the Soviet army occupied Berlin. The Soviet army changed from a righteous anti-aggressor to a different form of aggressor, leaving an eternal infamy in the history of the world. This was probably not expected by the leaders in Moscow.

"You know what? There is simply nothing to share in Europe, the city has been devastated by bombs and artillery, and the people have long endured enough of the offensive and defensive killings between the two countries, you ...... You ......" Lin Xuan stopped, looked at Zhukov, knowing that he couldn't change history, he still said with difficulty, "You'd better let go of the people of Berlin City, they are innocent." ”

When the Soviet flag was planted in the city and the people of Berlin cheered the end of World War II, the city would be greeted by another unexpected atrocity.

Lin Xuan even thought that killing the generalissimo in front of him in an instant might be able to prevent this disaster.

"Why? We came to Berlin to defeat the Nazis and save civilians. Of course, we must purge the remnants of the SS who have taken off their uniforms, thrown down their weapons and infiltrated the houses, who have killed and wounded my soldiers and deserve severe punishment. Zhukov said sternly.

Lin Xuan raised his hand and patted Zhukov on the shoulder.

With his skills, with a slight force of his five fingers, he can break the opponent's neck.

As the victor, it is very easy to sack a city. The massacre of Japanese soldiers in Chinese mainland was also the case.

"People are doing it, and the sky is watching." Lin Xuan said.

He finally suppressed the murderous aura in his heart and withdrew his hand.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but so far we've done the right thing, which is to wipe out all the Nazis without mercy." Zhukov said.

Lin Xuan shook his head and strode forward, ending the topic. He is not a politician, nor is he the head of a great power, and he cannot decide the next direction of the world. With his personal strength, he can't control the life and death of a city, and he can't save a person, but he can't save a thousand or ten thousand people.

The reality is very ashamed, even if he knows that history, he can't rewrite it from the perspective of good intentions.

The safe was located in the corner of a small living room, about a meter high, about 70 centimeters wide and deep, and was all iron gray.

In the room stood two soldiers with flat-ended submachine guns, who saw Zhukov come in and saluted at the same time.

"You go out first." Zhukov ordered.

The two soldiers saluted again, then walked out against the wall.

There is only a pair of sofa chairs and a three-legged coffee table in this room, and on each wall hangs an intricate Tibetan thangka, which is painted with the content of Dharma protection, sacrifice, and demon suppression.

The door of the safe is hidden, and there are traces of brute force on the surface.

Lin Xuan leaned over and opened the cabinet door, and saw that there were three layers of shelves inside, and there was a briefcase on the top layer, and the mouth of the bag was open, revealing the corner of the newspaper. The lower two floors are for pistols, bullets, gold bars, and banknotes.

"Except for the remote, everything in it is there." Zhukov introduced.

Lin Xuan took out the briefcase and carefully took out the newspaper. Sure enough, it was a November 22, 2015 issue of Sing Tao Daily.

"It's really ......," Lin Xuan smiled bitterly. Even as a modern person, he was quite surprised when he saw a newspaper that would not be published until a year later.

"Is that a real newspaper?" Zhukov asked.

Lin Xuan nodded: "That's right, this is a newspaper from Hong Kong, it's true." ”

Founded by Hu Wenhu in 1938, Sing Tao Daily is a Chinese international newspaper with a long history and a global distribution network. In addition to being published in Hong Kong, Sing Tao Daily also publishes eight daily newspapers in the United States, Canada, Europe and Australia, aiming to provide objective and in-depth news coverage for middle-class readers, especially education and real estate news.

Coincidentally, Lin Xuan had contact with several high-level executives of the Hong Kong headquarters of "Sing Tao Daily", and one of them was also an intermediary liaison between the organization and the media, and belonged to half of his "own people". Therefore, Lin Xuan is quite familiar with the history and operation of the newspaper.

He flipped through the newspaper twice, judging by the paper, layout, and editor's name, and was convinced that it was a real newspaper from Hong Kong. If he had replaced that glaring date, he would have no doubt about the authenticity of the newspaper at all.

"Is it a newspaper from that era?" Zhukov continued to ask.

Lin Xuan knew what the other party wanted to ask, so he simply nodded three times in a row: "Marshal, you don't need to have any doubts, it is indeed a newspaper from 2015, about 70 years ago." I don't know why it ended up in the Führer's safe, but the newspaper is not fake. ”

Zhukov's face was solemn, his eyebrows were furrowed, and it gradually turned into a big pimple.

As far as Lin Xuan knows, Sing Tao Newspaper has set up an international news center in New York, USA, and has distributed its editorial operations around the world, including overseas branches in New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Toronto, Vancouver, Calgary, London, Paris, and Sydney, to conduct 24-hour all-round connections, so that information can be conveyed to users as quickly and accurately as possible. In addition, the network is also the best platform for the Group to connect with Chinese people around the world and promote its products internationally. Today, Sing Tao Daily Europe is published six days a week in Europe, covering 12 European countries including the United Kingdom, France, the Netherlands, Germany, Belgium, Denmark, Sweden, Switzerland, Italy, Austria, Spain and Hungary.

These materials can only prove that "Sing Tao Daily" is a traditional print media with sufficient qualifications, rigorous work, conscientiousness, and far-reaching influence, but they cannot explain why such a newspaper was sent to the Führer's safe.

The newspaper did have a picture of Mr. Lin with a sturdy Chinese man, with several others next to him.

Although it was only a black and white photo, Lin Xuan immediately recognized the identity of the Chinese man, who was "that gentleman" who was regarded as the first explorer by the Chinese Jianghu.

In the photo, the two are each holding a goblet and clinking glasses with a smile on their faces. The people next to him were dressed differently, all of them were around sixty years old, and at a glance they knew that they were unruly and arrogant masters of the rivers and lakes.

"It's me, no doubt about it, but I don't know if I'm going to meet those people on November 22, 2015. Your Excellency, don't ask me anything more, for I know nothing about this matter. Lin Xuan directly told Zhu Kefu so, so as not to make the other party suspicious and uneasy.

"Originally, I was shocked when I read this newspaper because it was in the Führer's safe, but now it doesn't matter, because we have destroyed the Nazi nest." Zhukov said.

Lin Xuan wanted to say that "it was a mistake to take the remote control out", but he still kept silent, not wanting to hit Zhukov's confidence.

Regarding the battle of Berlin, he remembered the song "Hillside Goat? Tong Care for the Ancients", one of the sentences "Okay, the people are suffering; Death, the suffering of the people" is really the sorrow of the world's civilians.

When the Nazis occupied Berlin, civilians with a conscience and a sense of justice did their best to help the Allied side steal information and rescue the wounded, and consciously organized themselves to sabotage the Gestapo's plan of action, which became the internal response of the Allied forces. For this, countless young people died at the hands of the SS guns and gave their young lives.

This history is reflected in many films, television dramas, and novels, where the civilians who survived the Gestapo were looking forward to the liberation of Berlin and welcoming the Soviet army into the city, but what they were waiting for was ......

In any dynasty, in any era, in any region, war is a nightmare for civilians. Since ancient times, it has never changed.

"Poof", there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground at the door, interrupting Lin Xuan's emotion.

As a specially trained master, he was very sensitive to the sound, which was usually produced when a guard was shot from a distance with a hidden weapon.

He quickly turned around, leaned against the wall on the right, grabbed the pistol and magazine in the second floor of the safe with his left hand, and completed the action of installing the magazine and loading the bullet in only half a second.

Zhukov is not a mediocre hand, because he is a marshal who "fought" step by step from the bottom soldiers, tempered in the war all day long, and has also developed extraordinary skills.

As soon as Lin Xuan moved, Zhukov also moved, but instead of retreating, he drew his gun and rushed out.

The door of the small living room was extremely narrow, only about two-thirds of the ordinary door, and Zhukov's body was the standard Russian strong man size, so as soon as he arrived at the door, he blocked Lin Xuan's sight.

"You-" Zhukov only shouted, and his hands slowly raised.

Lin Xuan was startled, and before the muzzle of the gun could move, he saw Zhukov's armpit revealing an arrow with a cold light.

Immediately, two warnings were issued in German, English, and Russian: "Raise your hands, shoot or kill!" ”――

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