At a small checkpoint on the German-Polish border, two Wehrmacht soldiers with rifles stared at civilians lining up to cross the border. On one side of the civilians, more than a dozen SS soldiers were rummaging through their documents and searching their packages.

A truck was parked on the side of the road, and two SS officers stood on the side, talking and laughing, smoking cigarettes, and their conversation was not small, and it was clear that there was nothing to hide: "Captain Lucien, how many days is this?"

"It's the seventh day. The captain named Lucien pointed to the crowd in line: "The order from above that the lost things must be recovered, this involves a very large plan, so we must be cautious. ”

"Did you hear of that guy from Cole? the guy who was transferred to the Wehrmacht's Motorized Transport Service training course. Another officer, with the rank of lieutenant on his shoulder, took a deep drag on his cigarette and asked with a frown, "What a lucky fellow." ”

"You mean the Cole who bought the car a few days ago?" Captain Lucien glanced at his colleague, his eyes full of envy and helplessness: "That guy disappeared for a few days, but he came back like a lump of coal, but he was really generous, and our old colleague he handed out a cigarette and bought a new car, which is really generous." ”

"I heard I went over there. The lieutenant officer pursed his lips and said, "As a result, he was promoted and made a fortune." Now he is a major, and I heard that he has been transferred back to the SS. ”

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice and whispered: "The 2nd SS Division, I heard that commanding dozens of tank vehicles is quite majestic. ”

Lucien spat out a mouthful of white mist to the side, and replied a little sourly: "Yes, what else is there to say when you transfer back there." ”

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it twice with his foot: "Now the Wehrmacht is a tactical vest and a new rifle, and it looks like a dog; ”

"Isn't it? We're all obsolete old equipment, and last year we received a batch of MP38 submachine guns, and I was so happy. However, after chatting with the commander of the transport unit in charge of the escort, I learned that it was the Wehrmacht who had changed the guy, and the ...... who had been eliminated was eliminated," the lieutenant on the side nodded and said.

"Hey, that's you!" Captain Lucien shouted as he pointed to a peasant woman with a basket not far away, "Take out your hand that has been put into the basket!"

As soon as he pointed at this, several German soldiers around him immediately surrounded him, armed with rifles and submachine guns, with fierce expressions on their faces.

The peasant woman threw up her hands and was terrified: "Oh my God! I will do anything! Don't kill me!"

Seeing this, I knew that it was a misunderstanding, but a German soldier still stepped forward and rummaged through the basket full of potatoes: "Sir! there is nothing in the basket! As he reported, he put a black potato in his pocket.

It's no wonder that he plucked his feathers, but it was because the second-line SS was squeezed out by the Wehrmacht very badly, and the supply of materials was not sufficient. For example, the Wehrmacht regular army is full of potatoes and vegetables for three meals a day, and when it comes to the Waffen-SS, because of party sponsorship, it may be possible to mix a meal of broth a week, but in the poor SS reserves, only vegetable soup and black bread remain...... Therefore, these grassroots soldiers have learned to look for things everywhere.

What's more, in most cases, these SS soldiers are not so bold as to dare to take the things of the common people casually, after all, today they were ordered to come here to set up checkpoints, interrogate passers-by, and the people in charge of the interrogation are all Poles who have left the country, so they have done some small things that hurt the sky and reason in line with the principle of having a cheap advantage and not taking advantage of the bastard.

Captain Lucien walked briskly over and looked through the peasant woman's basket with two soldiers, checking her papers and passes.

Finally, under the frightened gaze of the peasant woman, Lucien waved his hand and motioned for his men to let her go: "Let her continue in line! He is not from Germany, he only entered the border yesterday and bought some potatoes secretly. ”

Tensions eased, and people continued to line up to cross border checkpoints, while German soldiers continued to check their documents one by one.

A man in a black top hat at the end of the line frowned, reached out and put his hand in the inner pocket of his trench coat, and touched the iron box inside. He was ordered to take this iron box through the border checkpoint, and he heard that this matter was a very important first-class information related to the life and death of the motherland.

The man in the black top hat sighed softly, turned away from the group, and walked slowly into the distance, not looking back, nor daring to go too fast, for fear of attracting the attention of the German soldiers around him.

Captain Lucien, who had already walked half way back with the lieutenant, suddenly stopped, turned around and scanned the crowd in line, he wanted to take advantage of the panic atmosphere created by the strict investigation just now to force out the suspicious elements—he didn't have much hope, but at a glance he saw a man in a black top hat who was walking away with his back to him.

"Stop, the one with the hat!" Lucien shouted.

Several soldiers with guns looked at their commander, and then followed the commander's gaze to see the man who was running quickly to the grass with his hat on his head.

"Stop!" several soldiers pointed their guns at the figure's back.

"What are you doing in a daze? Shoot!" Lucien shouted loudly as he drew his pistol from his holster, "Kill him!

"Phew!" a soldier opened fire with a rifle, causing several civilians to crouch around him to dodge, but apparently the soldier was not very good at marksmanship, and when he lowered his gun and pulled the bolt to load, the man in the top hat was still running in the distance.

"Phew!" a second shot rang out. This time, the bullet rushed out of the chamber of the gun, flew out of the muzzle, and instantly flew over a distance of dozens of meters, accurately drilling into the man's shoulder. Immediately, blood splattered, and the man fell forward, looking like a wolf.

"Catch him! Quick!" Seeing the man fall to the ground, Lucien didn't bother to draw his gun, so he ran straight over, shouting to the lieutenant behind him as he ran: "He may have accomplices! Pay attention to maintaining order in the ranks, everyone must check again! Don't be lazy!"

The lieutenant had already put the pistol in his hand at this time, and when he heard Lucien's arrangement, he immediately gave orders to several soldiers around him: "Load the bullets! Carefully examine everyone! Confirm the identity of these people! If anyone dares to mess around, open fire immediately." ”

As soon as his order was over, there was a loud sound of pulling the bolt of the gun, and several Wehrmacht soldiers near the sentry post also raised their rifles with solemn expressions, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense again, and there were women crying softly around them, obviously the gunfire just now frightened these civilians.

Over there, Lucien and several soldiers had already surrounded the man in the top hat who had been shot and fell to the ground, and they cautiously approached the target who had fallen to the ground, shouting as they approached: "Sir, put your hands where we can see! Hurry up, or I won't mind firing two more shots!"

The man who fell to the ground rolled over in pain, then revealed his left hand, blood had soaked through his trench coat, he gasped as if his life was short, but when his right hand was extended, he was holding a small and delicate pistol.

"Bah!" "Bah!" The German soldier who was engrossed in it did not give him any chance to resist, more than one person opened fire, several people subconsciously pulled the trigger, and soon the man in the top hat fell in a pool of blood, and there was no more sound.

Lucien walked over, kicked the corpse on the ground, crouched down and rummaged through the pockets on the corpse, and then took out a small iron box. He carefully shook the box gently, and there was a crunch of metal hitting inside.

Lucien smiled, smiling very happily, this merit is estimated that this merit is enough for him to be promoted to major, and it is possible to transfer him directly to the Waffen-SS, in that case, he will not be far from the time when he drives a car and lives in a bungalow. The lieutenant over there also leaned over and handed Lucien a cigarette.

"What is this?" asked the lieutenant as he lit a cigarette for Lucien.

"It said that a very important piece of information was stolen by a spy, and a few days ago the people from the intelligence department of the Wehrmacht caught a woman, and more than a dozen people tried their best to toss her all night before the girl opened her mouth. While smoking, Lucien spoke in a very ambiguous tone.

"She has handled two submissions, both of which are core confidential texts, and she has no right to ask about the specific contents, but they are indeed very important texts. I didn't expect to be found by me today! It seems that the day when you and I will be promoted is not far off!" Lucien spat out a smoke ring, and then proudly opened the metal box for the lieutenant: "Look!"

Lying in the metal box was a small round iron bucket, which at first glance was used to hold rolls. But there was only one, and he seemed lonely in the corner of the iron box.

The lieutenant looked blue and raised his head to look at Captain Lucian: "It's still ...... And the other one?"

"Where's the phone, what about the phone?" Lucien panicked and ran to the checkpoint on the border on that side.

He ran into the sentry box, grabbed the phone, and shouted loudly: "I am Captain Lucien of the SS Reserve Army! I have an important military report! Quickly pick up the SS headquarters for me!"

"This is the border checkpoint telephone line of the 44th Division of the Wehrmacht Border Guards! Find the SS and you need to change the phone!" said the man on the other side of the phone, very sneering.

"......" Lucien had the urge to curse.

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Berlin, in the Intelligence Section of the General Headquarters of the Wehrmacht, Major General Gascol was standing upright and calling Führer Accardo to report on the implementation of the mission: "My Führer, all the Qiē are acting according to plan...... Right!...... Right!...... Part of it stopped at the border, and the real thing was arranged...... There was no danger, and Shun lì arrived in Poland. Be!...... Long live the Führer!"