"Outside! Outside the Capitol last night! The suspect was caught by the police! Come and see!" a newsboy shook the newspaper in his hand and sold it on the street.

Not far away, the burnt and unrecognizable Capitol still faintly smoked, the once whitewashed exterior walls were black, the windows were shattered, and the doors were half-hidden and half-open. This building was one of the most powerful places in Germany a few days ago, but now it has no majesty or nobility at all.

Around the building, there were many fire trucks parked horizontally, and Wehrmacht soldiers stood straight around with rifles, separating the scene of the accident from the crowd around them: inside there was hellish silence, and outside there was a bustling human world.

"Bring me a newspaper. A middle-aged man dressed in a British naval officer's uniform handed a young boy selling a fine coin and said very gently, "No change." ”

The little boy who sold the newspaper was very surprised to accept the shilling, and then stuffed the newspaper to this foreign friend, and introduced it very warmly: "That criminal will be tried in the public this afternoon, sir, if you have time, you can go and see it! I heard from a well-informed friend that it was * that burned our Congress, and that they were going to attack us." ”

Na Ying* Guan touched the top of the little boy's head, then turned around with a smile, got into the car behind him, opened the newspaper and read it in detail.

"Colonel Smith, do you really believe this is *'s attack?" the driver, who was also his assistant, asked with a frown.

"Unless those stupid brains who don't even have a gun are in the water. Smith didn't look away, he flipped through a page of the newspaper and replied, "That's what makes them terrible about them, but those qualities don't prove that they're stupid." ”

"Planting?" the assistant asked with a frown.

"No, it's not that hard to fool a couple of hot-headed idiots into doing a stupid thing. It's not impossible for the Communists to burn down Buckingham Palace if we need to. Smith sneered, stretched out three fingers and bent them one by one: "The key is 'who', 'how', and 'use' this thing." ”

"Could it have something to do with Accardo?" the assistant asked.

"If you remove the word "will" and use an affirmative sentence, it will be * not far from ten. Smith put away the newspaper and tossed it to the edge of his seat: "Looks like he's trying to do something to *, and that's exactly what we're hoping to see." He's a smart guy and sometimes I really admire him. Because he knows what we need, and always gives us a sweet spot when we almost can't stand his nonsense. ”

"Will it be a tiger?" the assistant frowned again and asked a question of interest to him.

"Don't raise ...... No, I can't. Smith sighed and said, "I sometimes really envy the Americans, they don't have to worry much about things on the other side of the ocean, they just wait until everything is ruined and then they can clean up the mess." We are different, we are afraid of breaking the qiē that we have, so we have to keep the mad dog of Accardo, bite the Soviets and scare the French when necessary, so as to guarantee the fundamental interests of the British Empire on the European continent. ”

In fact, both Britain and France knew about Germany's military expansion plan, the only difference was how much they knew. The reason why everyone has been indifferent all this time is because of their respective interests, not because the intelligence officers of the two countries are really a group of rice buckets. Smith knew that many times British intelligence had to falsify the Germans to deceive the French, in order to give Germany the ability to challenge French supremacy on the European continent.

As Britain's basic national policy, Britain's diplomacy and military have been trying to maintain the balance of power among several countries on the continent, and the result that the country has been hoping for is similar to what the Americans did: Germany and France fought bloodied, and finally went up to clean up the mess themselves. The last war was to support France in challenging Germany, and the next war is better to let Germany and France die together without taking matters into their own hands.

"When you go to the courtroom, you can't do anything, but you can still go and see the excitement. Smith shook his head helplessly, and finally said.

......

Accardo sat in the back row of the courtroom, staring at the man standing in the dock, not knowing what he was thinking, and beside him, Anna was holding his left arm, looking like a bird.

The man in the dock was a little thin, but he looked bright, his gray trench coat was a little old, and it was a little dirty, I think he struggled when he was arrested, but at this moment he was very calm with handcuffs, and his chin was held high.

"I suddenly felt that it was a pity that such a person died. Gasco looked at the man in the dock and said with some regret.

"It's a pity, if he agrees, I really want to draw him into the SS. Such a person is firm in his faith and strong and unyielding. Sometimes I have the illusion that he is a Germanic. Heydrich on the side also sighed.

Accardo still didn't speak, just stared at the man who was being judged, his expression a little numb and a little solemn.

"Suspect Flokhovsky. The judge wore glasses and looked old, and his voice was a bit like that of an incompletely emasculated eunuch: "Do you admit that last night's parliamentary arson case had something to do with you?"

"Admit it. Flokhovsky shook the shackles on his wrists: "As a human being, it is my life's long-cherished wish to burn down the nest of capitalism! The Bolsheviks will one day liberate all mankind!"

He pointed to those who had come to watch the trial, and his eyes swept over the seats: "You exploiting class who only know how to live! As long as we live for a day, we will fight you to the end! Do you regret that you didn't let me appear in court again? My speech is your death knell!"

He straightened his spine more and more: "Today's trial of me is unfair! It is arrogant and reactionary! I swear here that if you judge my murderer today, you will also be judged by the people tomorrow! You will be guillotined by the people! At that time, there will be a monument to me in the square, and you will only have a foul-smelling corpse!"

No one knows what Accardo is thinking in his mind at this moment, looking at this * person named Fromhovsky, Accardo suddenly remembered Sister Lijiang and Yang Jingyu whose stomach was full of cotton wool. He had questioned the proletarian fighters who could ignore any physical attack by faith alone, but when he saw the man in front of him, he experienced the touching persistence face to face.

He now began to believe that there were such people, an inexplicable ideal, these people breathed for the dream in their hearts, they felt that they could bring hope to their countrymen, and they proved that their nation still had a soul by igniting themselves.

In fact, there are such people in many peoples, many times, and many stories, such as Sickert who single-handedly revitalized the Wehrmacht, Mr. Hindenburg who tolerated himself to the end for the future of the German people, Mr. Karl Benz who supported the idea of industrial rejuvenation to the end of his life, and those who followed him all the way with Germany in their hearts.

Therefore, there is no shortage of heroes in every nation, these people do their best for their motherland, for their own people, for the future that only they can see, such as the killing god Ran Min who faced millions of Hulu, such as the girl Joan of Arc who held high the battle flag.

These people are stubborn to the point of being terrible, stubborn to the point of hatefulness, stubborn to the point of being lovable, stubborn to the point of being respectable, and stubborn to the point of singing and crying.

"Please go all the way, and I will have your contribution engraved on the long scroll of history, I promise. Accardo thought to himself, and stood up without looking back, followed by Anna, followed by Gascol, followed by Reinhardt, and followed the most ferocious, faithful, and devout believers of our time.

The moment they walked out of the courtroom, the judge's shrill voice tore through the air: "Since the criminal has confessed to the crime, the evidence is conclusive." Then I convict the convict of arson, attempted murder, and destruction of an important symbol of the state......"

Accardo took a mechanical step outward, throwing away a point of admiration and pity in his heart with every step, he walked out step by step, passing by the belated Smith, Smith nodded, Accardo smiled in return, and it seemed so natural.

"Regardless of the crime on which he ends up in prison, he will be executed immediately. Accardo ordered as he walked to the gate, no longer a hint of hesitation in his tone.

Gascoll nodded.

Stopping, Accardo raised his head and looked at the sky above the courtroom, the sunlight was a little dazzling, so he had to squint his eyes: "Since you admire him very much, give him a good time, don't make any extraneous branches." ”

Gascol was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Yes!"

Accardo continued to walk down the steps, donning leather gloves and the black coat that Anna had handed him as he went.

It was only when he walked to the side of the car that he spoke again: "Reinhardt, the task assigned to you will be carried out immediately, and there will be no mercy and no aftermath! ”

"Sir, in such a hurry?" Reinhardt asked, raising an eyebrow, and he had to ask, because the consequence of being anxious was an increase in troubles, which, although not fatal, had to be dealt with with with a lot of distraction.

"Stalin will soon get the news that he will not sit idly by and ignore this kind of thing, believing that in a few days our old friend Tukhachevsky will come over, and at that time we will have to give him some face, and we will not be able to let go of our hands and feet. ”