Hearing the name, Accardo made two subconscious movements, one was to touch the bayonet on his waist with his right hand, and the other was to lift his gas mask with his still painful left hand, and then turn back.

Kill this damn guy here!This was the first thought that flashed through Accardo's mind, he knew who the person behind him was, he knew what he would do in the future, now was the best time to solve the qiē, and to strangle the qiē at the source, this was the best way.

At this moment, Accardo even felt that he was deliberately arranged to travel to this time and place, and he was given such a mission, and this mission was to assassinate Hitler here.

His hand had already touched the bayonet, the gas mask had been removed and grasped in his left hand, but Accardo did not look back, still walking step by step, fresh air entering his chest, making people feel alive again. Accardo struggled slightly, and then completely gave up the idea of killing the person behind him.

Please, this is a troubled era, this is an era of heroes and demons, I came here, the hope of living, the dawn of a career, and the opportunity to dominate the world, but it is all on the person behind him, kill him, and he may die in the First World War in a daze, and the ghost is willing to do it.

As for saving humanity and saving Jews, Accardo doesn't have any personal feelings, if it is the Japanese Emperor Okamura Ninji or something, Accardo will kill the killer as soon as he turns around...... As for Hitler, Accardo did not have any deep hatred that he would never forget.

Just as Western scholars do not care about the casualties of Chinese soldiers on the Asian battlefield and despise the suffering of Chinese civilians, as a Chinese scholar, Accardo also has a "nothing to do with himself" attitude towards Europe's chaotic massacre.

Hitler behind him held Gu Chang'an's shoulders and clutched Accardo's military coat. From the tight and strained hands, his eyes must be burning with pain now, Accardo released his right hand that was holding the handle of the bayonet, and with his left hand, which was not very dexterous, folded the gas mask and put it back in the box.

"Wait a minute! I'm going to stop for a few seconds!" he reminded everyone behind him loudly, then patted Hitler's finger: "Let go, I'll crouch down to tie my shoes." ”

His movements were very light, fearing that the back of Hitler's hand would feel pain after being eroded by poison gas, Hitler nodded gratefully and let go of his tightly clenched hand. Pleats were scratched out of the shoulders of Accardo's coat, which shows how hard Hitler grabbed it.

Accardo wasn't tie his shoes, of course, he picked up a rifle from a corpse on the side of the road, and God knows if the officer above would have hanged him for losing his rifle - and in Accardo's thoughts, carrying a rifle would be more indicative of his retreat to care for his wounded comrades, not to run away.

Putting his rifle on his shoulder, and getting two more grenades and dozens of rounds of ammunition from the corpse, Accardo armed himself and took his blind army back on the road like a dog.

After walking for more than ten minutes, this army of disabled people finally found their regimental headquarters, not because Accardo was lucky or because he had the aura of the protagonist - anyone who encountered more than 30 scattered friendly troops and did not know how to follow them would be a fool.

"Mr. Gu, are you from the Third Company?" In the field hospital of the regimental headquarters, Hitler, who had been briefly bandaged, finally calmed down a little and began to talk to Accardo endlessly. Accardo finally learned about one of Hitler's bad habits - he talked a lot.

Come to think of it, how can a man who doesn't talk much impress so many people with his speech? He has no other weapon but this mouth. With this invincible mouth, he persuaded all who had seen him, and so that a terrible party was reorganized and integrated by him, and became the well-known Cunzài.

But Accardo wanted to smack Hitler in front of him so that he could be quiet, he had too much to sort out, too much to figure out.

In a daze, Accardo still fell asleep, and he was also poisoned, so he slept on the ground of the regimental field hospital - the bed was for the seriously wounded, and his injuries were not even given a stretcher, so he could only sleep on the floor......

The morning in the barracks was not satisfying, and Accardo, now a soldier of the German Army, was struggling to put on his old army coat with his right hand, while helplessly listening to the nagging of his new friends around him.

"Jews! I thought about it for a long time in the reserves! It was the Jews! It was the moths that made us fail! Mr. Koo! They should all be hanged!" Hitler got up early because of the burning pain of not being able to see things, and the pain made him gnash his teeth, and his face was even more hideous when he casually mentioned Jews.

Accardo glanced at Hitler, coughed, and said, "Hitler, you know, you're too narrow-minded! Some Jews are evil, that's right, but some Jews are useful to us, and we have to hire them to contribute to our country with a high salary!"

"Nonsense!" Accardo's words made Hitler a little hysterical, and he said angrily: "The Jews are pathetic and small, they cannot be trusted, they are sucking the flesh and blood of our country! you know? They should all go to hell." ”

"Hitler, you have to know that even the weapons we use to fight are made by the Jews of the motherland, and many of them are donated by the Jews of the motherland, and in fact what we want to do is not to kill all the Jews, but to convince people that there are no Jews in this world!" said Accardo, looking at Hitler with his characteristic blue eyes.

Hitler was confused, and he still doesn't understand Accardo's words very well: "To convince people that the Jews don't exist?

"No! No, no, dear Hitler, these are two different things! I have a theory, and this theory is called the Theory of Greater German Democracy!" Accardo came up with the theory of the definition of the nation that appeared in China many years later, and in that time and space this theory had another name, called "the theory of the Chinese nation."

"I'm completely confused by you, you want to rely on a strange theory to exterminate a Jewish people?" Hitler stared at Accardo with a puzzled expression.

Accardo nodded, and now he had to convince Hitler to accept his theory of democracy in general, so as to curb Hitler's overcorrection of the theory of democracy: "Yes! Everyone who loves the great German Empire is a Great German, and the selfish, vile, and cowardly scum, even if they are pure-blooded Aryans, are by no means part of the Great German nation!"

"Then what means do we use to distinguish between them?" Hitler was confused, his immature racial theory was completely shattered by the man named Accardor in front of him, who felt that there was nothing wrong with Accardo's words, but he also wanted to stick to his own point of view.

You can't drive out all the useful Jews anyway, at least you can't drive the Jew named Albert Einstein to America. Accardo persuaded himself with great firmness, and then opened his mouth to convince Hitler: "By contribution! If a Jewish engineer can produce tanks for the Reich, then he is patriotic! And if a man can only eat enough and flirt with women on the street, then he is a moth!"

"I insist that most of those Jews are moths!" said Hitler, faltering, but still stubborn.

Accardo put his arm around Hitler's shoulders, helped him to his feet, and walked step by step to the outside of the tent, breathing in the fresh air while following the temptation: "Dear Monsieur Hitler, this is another topic, this involves a realistic analysis of the problem, this is a truth, everything is based on facts, right?......"

The two of them chatted all day, and as sick numbers, they sat in the distance and watched the battle enter the white heat, the cannon roared in the distance, the black smoke columns on the horizon were hideous and terrifying, and the earth trembled as large-caliber shells fell.

Hitler listened attentively to Accardo's exposition, and for the first time he felt that he had found a confidant, and his vague nationalist ideas were perfectly supplemented by a new acquaintance named Accardo, although there were still some deviations according to Hitler's own thoughts, but what Accardo said seemed to be very correct, very correct.

Hitler was madly in love with the country, and love penetrated into the bone marrow, so Hitler agreed very much with Accardo's statement that those who can do their best for the whole country are good people.

As his theories gradually disintegrated and deformed, Hitler finally offered one of the core bases of his theory: "But why is my boss so shameless and despicable as a Jew? He is simply a disgusting filthy bug!"

"So, people like this who don't do anything serious at all, and who always do infuriating things at the most critical moments, we are going to arrest them and throw them into the mustard gas chambers!" Accardo thought that if Hitler's superiors had returned the Iron Cross to Hitler, humanity would have been able to fight at least three years less.

"Thank you! You're right!" said Hitler, touching his gauze-clothed eyes, which were still burning and aching, and he admired Accardo's cruelty, admiring his words: "Grab them and throw them into the mustard gas chambers!"

This sentence was very much to Hitler's liking.

......

"You are such a learned person. That night, before going to sleep, Hitler said to Accardo, who was lying on the floor next to his bed: "It is really a very good thing to know you. ”

However, after a day of conversation, Accardo was able to understand the time and place where Hitler was gassed in this famous battle, a few days after the Austrian 16th Infantry Corps was about to retreat from the front.

Early the next morning, the Austrian 16th Infantry Corps began a planned retreat of the wounded, and a group of seriously wounded soldiers were carried onto the train by the paramedics, and they were to be transferred to the rear to recover.