"He's a good guy and he can use it well to bring out his abilities, but don't let him swell and endanger us."

Sitting on a train, Franz was about to arrive in the Austro-Hungarian capital after crossing the Balkans, and recalled what Kuster had said to him earlier.

He turned his gaze to Adolf, looked at it with disdain, and with a "hum" he looked back at the newspaper in his hand.

On Kuster's side, he was also reading the newspapers of the last few days, and he was a big idler sitting in the backyard. The war was going well, and Russia's fighting strength was getting worse and worse, so there was no need to worry too much about it.

In the midst of his leisure, a man suddenly came in, still holding a telegram in his hand. He was supposed to be specialized in radio, and only such people could enter and leave the headquarters freely. Before Kuster could get up and question, he preemptively handed the telegram to Kuster, and said:

"General, good news! The Russians are willing to make peace! ”

"Oh? Where did you get the news, are you sure? ”

When Kuster, who had just been drinking tea and reading the newspaper, heard this, he stood up at once and came to him. There was a glint of excitement and doubt in his eyes.

Hurriedly took the telegram and began to observe it carefully. At first, Kuster's face was a little solemn, but the more he looked back, the more excited he became.

He couldn't help but slap the table, applaud again and again, and then said to the person in front of him:

"Quick, pack up, prepare the car, I'm going to meet with the German commander."

The man raised his hand in salute, then turned and ran out the door.

Soon Kuster put on his coat and hat, and when he walked out of the room, he saw a group of people muttering something outside the door.

As soon as they saw Custer come out, they saluted in respect, and then took up their guns on the ground and stood in line.

Kuster watched them stand in perfect order, and the swear words he had just wanted to say were stifled again.

Kuster walked straight to the stable, followed by the guards behind him. He picked a horse, rode it and left.

After he galloped away from here on horseback, the guards also quickly rushed in, scrambling to grab a few horses, after all, there were more than 20 of them, more than a dozen horses, and those who couldn't ride could only run on the ground.

Kuster didn't care about the bustling stables, he only planned his plans in his heart, thinking calmly on the muddy road.

Maybe he was too distracted, or maybe he wanted to slow down and let the guards follow, but in short, it was only half a minute before there was the sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground.

Kuster looked behind him with some dissatisfaction, to the left and to the right. Several horsemen quickly returned to their group, lowering their speed parallel to him.

After standing still for a while, they heard the sound of their legs shaking the ground.

Several figures appeared in the mist, running here with guns on their backs, and the grievances and anger on their faces were clearly visible.

Kuster turned back and rode his horse slowly, and the rest of the horses did the same; If you don't have a horse, you will be unlucky, and you can only honestly suffer a little.

Surprisingly, however, these people did not complain, which would have been surprising if Conrad had known about it.

They set out in the early hours of the morning, when the fog was just beginning to dawn. But until nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, the bright sunshine had already passed, and the sunset would come, and still did not reach the position, during which he did not stop, and came completely in one breath.

Kuster felt that this was a little far away, so he told his men to rest and wait until they were full before continuing on their way.

It wasn't until nearly eight o'clock in the evening, when it was completely dark, that Kuster and his party could see the outline of the building.

The originally depressed expression suddenly became energetic, and his steps suddenly opened and accelerated.

Walking outside the city, several German soldiers came out, they carried lamps to shine, and when they saw the many medals on the chest of the person who came, as well as the very attractive general logo on their shoulders and arms, they immediately realized that this was a big man, and they let him go without even looking at who it was.

Although this is not in line with the rigorous style of the Germans, there is no need to care, after all, there are only a few people around a general, and not everyone is Yan Shuangying, obviously not here to fight.

If this general is a Russian, it would be great, another division collapsed.

It would have been better if he had been an Austrian, they had finally arrived.

However, it was too dark, the infrastructure in the city was so bad, and the lights couldn't be turned on, so it was impossible to see what the group looked like, only that they were wearing clothes that were almost the same as their own.

Kuster stayed on the street, looking east and west, sometimes sticking his body out of the corner to look at the horse's head, and then to the other side.

Fortunately, he was guaranteed his identity before, otherwise he would be treated as a thief at this moment, reported to the Russian citizens and sent to the German detention center, and finally had to be verified by the Austrian government before he could come out.

Just as Custer wondered where to go, he heard a voice that seemed to call to himself:

"Mr. Kuster! Is that you? ”

"Exactly! Who are you, and why are you looking for me? ”

As soon as he heard someone shouting for himself, he reacted sensitively, and after he finished speaking, he quickly picked up the conversation and responded.

The man was probably so surprised that he didn't say anything for a while, and he had to frown himself before he came out.

It was a man who looked very dignified just by looking at it, with a very iconic mustache, exuding an aristocratic atmosphere, and standing still could make the faint of heart chill.

Beside him was a man of the same age, who looked like Custer. His beard was not as pronounced as the former, but it was still a little sharp in its mildness; The door of the brain is also very bright, as if it can reflect all the light in the world; The accumulation of wrinkles not only does not deprive them of the slightest anger, but on the contrary, they look somewhat stable.

Kuster looked at them, and they looked at Kuster. Both sides didn't say a word, both observing each other's expressions.

"Welcome, Mr. Kuster, I'm von Hindenburg, and I'm von Ludendorff next to me. We were the main German command on the Eastern Front. ”

Hindenburg, who had done his homework earlier, clearly knew Kuster very well, and said hello without much thought.

As everyone knows, Kuster is more familiar with the two at this time, and when he hears their names, the excitement in his eyes is difficult to hide.

But the two didn't care, just when he was excited about the upcoming victory.

"Then I don't seem to need much introduction, Kuster. The purpose of coming here is clear, I heard that the Russians are preparing to sign a peace treaty. ”

Kuster suppressed the throbbing in his heart, calmed himself down, and said to them bluntly.

Seeing him so refreshing, the two of them, who were also officers, were also quite happy. Hindenburg went up and shook his hand, and said:

"Let's go into this room, it's a little cold here, it's not a good place to talk."

Kuster stretched out his hand to experience it, and soon retracted coldly and nodded. Immediately, the three of them walked into the room talking and laughing.