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6:50 a.m. EST.

The sky was a little overcast, the sun's light and heat were blocked by the clouds, and the light on the road was dimmer than usual, surrounded by buildings on both sides.

This is a common side street in Manhattan, different from the bustling metropolis where skyscrapers occupy every inch of land, behind the high-rise buildings, there are clusters of four- or five-story dark red or gray-white old-fashioned buildings, those crystal palace-like modern buildings are just a shiny shell of New York, or the skeleton of the city, and the low-rise buildings in these narrow streets are flesh and blood.

At this time, there were still few pedestrians in the side streets, and only a few naughty children were playing in the empty middle of the street.

"I know the area." A black car passed by the children, pointing to a familiar spot scratched out the window. "Someone was beaten up in this parking lot, and this alley."

Carter sat next to him, looking at his reminiscence and shaking his head invisibly.

"And the shop, where Eric used to fight people, I wanted to go up and persuade the fight, but I also got punched."

Hearing this indelible name, Carter couldn't help but miss it.

"I've heard Eric mention you." She said, staring at the road ahead. "Although he is small, he never runs when he fights."

Steve lowered his head, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"If you run, they'll keep chasing. Stand up. Fight back, they can't always fight with me. ”

"I know a little bit of what it's like to be rejected by everyone." Carter tries to comfort him, but Steve prefers to take the opportunity to get close to her.

"Why did you join the army. A beautiful lady like you. He didn't have anything to say, but he didn't dare to touch the female agent's line of sight, so he turned his head to look at the building that was about to cross outside the window, and said without paying attention.

"Agent, agent, not lady."

He quickly changed his words to make amends, but the words he said were like spilled milk. It's not realistic to cry about it.

Offended by this, Carter frowned slightly. She looked sideways, and there was immediately a fierce momentum in her big beautiful eyes.

"You're pretty, but ......," Steve was still trying to make up for his slip of the tongue. Carter soon interrupted him.

"You don't know how to talk to women." Carter looked at him angrily, and when he came into contact with her eyes, Steve's courage immediately dissipated.

"Those few sentences are already the longest." He whispered, and his desire to communicate with the beautiful woman suddenly faded a lot.

Next, he could only quietly face out the window, looking at the fading windows on the street walls and the reliefs that swam with the change of light. Although he was in the same car as the woman next to him, Steve gradually began to feel that it was not the building behind him that stayed where he was, but himself.

Faintly. He felt that he was being separated from someone who was hard to part with in his life.

Rome time, Italy, 11:50 p.m.

By this time, eight American sailors had already gone ashore under Eric's leadership. They were still trembling for fear of being discovered by the Italians, but soon they understood what kind of country they were setting foot in.

There were no gendarmes, no police, no fanatical nationals loyal to the Nazis, constant strikes and partisans in the vicinity of the metropolitan area drew most of the military police, and the king and his advisers feared that the Germans would block their route to the coast. Special care has been taken here, so that no one in this important place can pose a threat to this group of foreign invaders at this time. People in the neighborhood aren't busy with their own businesses. They didn't pay attention at all, they just stood in the shade of the trees and pointed at them, but no one was willing to stand up and raise their arms to call out the alarm.

It was the poorest and most overpopulated country in Western Europe, and after twenty years of fascist rule, its political system had created too many opponents within the country, and a series of military defeats had caused the Italians to lose faith in the war, and now they wanted nothing more than to get rid of their troubles and return to a good and peaceful life.

"It's like a woman with no clothes on." , he was the most reluctant to go ashore, but now even he felt that the whims of the chief were not necessarily hopeless.

In addition to what he had seen and heard, he also had a few Italians standing next to Eric, and I don't know where he had found them, and now the second lieutenant of the 6th Army was talking to these locals in Roman native language as if no one was around.

According to linguists, Italian is as clear as the wind, its vocabulary is like a blooming flower, it is the most artistic language and the most musical language in the world, but to the ears of sailors they are only a prelude to victory, the crisp tapping of countless copper plates and gold coins falling on the smooth marble floor, and the passionate and delicate welcome of beautiful maidens and women.

But there is no sonorous iron and blood.

Encouraged by such a gentle tone, the sailors became even more emboldened, gritted their teeth and grinned, and clenched their weapons tightly.

Behind them, a group of expressionless Germans who had been "persuaded" by Eric and willingly participated in the attack on Rome.

After talking to the "political family" that he had brought in from a nearby university, Eric had a general idea of the recent situation.

As he thought, the big ship called "Italy" was leaking everywhere, and almost everyone had their own mind, and indeed there were forces that were semi-openly in contact with the allies. In this case, don't say that Eric is just a temporary civilian second lieutenant of the 6th Army, and his command is a group of simple-minded grassroots sailors, and even if he is really a brigadier general of the US 6th Army as he claims to the campus politicians, few people are willing to jump on another unreliable ship temporarily.

Fortunately, he doesn't need too many people with different ambitions to join. All it takes is some equally simple-minded indigenous cooperation.

He chose the Italian Action Party, a party of intellectuals based on university campuses based in early 1943 that inherited Mazzini's tradition of republican liberalism and anti-church liberalism. And he expressed a naïve credulity that once Nazism and fascism had been defeated, a new Italy could be established without the contamination of the old times through a free government and a policy of fundamental reform.

Such a naïve and enthusiastic scholar was so undeniable that Eric did not even have time to apply his carefully prepared rhetoric, and the intellectuals who were bent on Italy came up spontaneously.

That's just right.

No need to coax, just get on board.

Just follow his plan step by step, and everyone here will get what they need. Americans crave victory and honor. The Italians thought it was saving their homeland, and the Germans ...... The Germans didn't need anything.

They are nothing more than the background in this war. A group of Miss Wallflowers, the Helot fools who desperately helped the slave-owning Greeks resist the invasion of the Persian king in the Battle of Thermopylae, or to put it more bluntly and understandably: they are cannon fodder. Destined to be an unnoticed group in history.

It was through the existence of these American sailors, homegrown politicians, and soulless Germans that Eric was able to hide his abilities under collective action.

Now they're heading to the city center.

"Boss", now he and Eric have no problem at all, but have become one of the most powerful promoters of the plan. "If you can succeed this time, I will follow you next time you want to fight in Tokyo, Japan."

Hearing this familiar name, Eric almost equated the two Johns for a moment, and his attitude changed accordingly.

"Oh, dear John. Don't say that. He patted Barry on the shoulder affectionately, as if he was afraid of being heard. Otherwise, let the Pentagon staff hear it, and I doubt that they will directly drop us to Berlin next time to get His Excellency Yuan. ”

The sailors immediately burst into laughter. Now they are not nervous at all.

"Alright, guys, let's get out." Eric pointed north. At his command, the Americans, Germans, and Italians went into action.

8 a.m. EST.

In the secret base disguised as a Brooklyn antique store, the long-awaited rank soldier is actually ready. The big names are coming in.

Erskine leaned alone against the edge of the instrument, watching his assistants go back and forth between them. Perform a final check.

At this crucial moment, he was in a trance.

“…… Your potion will create a superior nation, but in an instant it will also reduce others to the lower class. A voice echoed silently in the doctor's mind, but he couldn't remember when he had heard the man speak.

During the conversation with Steve, he blurted out the meaning of the sentence and agreed with it from the bottom of his heart, but after saying that, Erskine could no longer recall the experience of talking to that person.

It seems that zài no longer exists, but there is a vague shadow.

This cut memory was like a thin soft thorn stuck in his throat, and although it didn't hurt, it was very uncomfortable.

Driven by an unusually depressed mood, he did a lot of unusual things—tampering with real research records, deleting valuable real data, and destroying the texts that had not yet had time to be summarized.

It was unusual, but it had to be done—every time I thought of it, a tragic and sacred feeling arose in the doctor's heart.

I'm saving humanity—he reverently meditated.

Intelligent, strong, and healthy, the earth's resources cannot support such a good race.

In a trance, he felt two pairs of eyes watching him with concern, and when he looked up, Erskine saw that Carter and Steve had just appeared at the railing on the second floor. (To be continued)

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