"How's Velorso?" Kuster asked. On the surface, he speaks calmly, but in his heart he is thinking about political matters.

"It was a success. The fire was big enough to drown the people in the city. The person on the side said truthfully. He told the cruelest truth in the most concise words, and even the people in the city, including his own, did not care.

"That's good." Kuster didn't care about these people more than they did, and it didn't matter to him whether they were dead or alive.

"What's next?" He asked.

"Everything is going well, we are all on the offensive and they are all retreating."

This reassured Kuster, so he sent his troops on the counteroffensive, sent the group of officers, and hastily ended the meeting.

After the last person also walked out, he couldn't hold it anymore and immediately ran to the telephone station to talk to his informant.

"How? How's your preparation? Kuster spoke in his usual haughty tone, and it seemed that the person on the other side of the call was none other than his men.

"All the best, Mr. Marshal. It's just an order from you. "The people over there are an organization that Kuster once founded in the Caucasus, called the 'Secret War Department'.

Now under the management of his son, it is already a sizable organization. At least in the territory of Austria-Hungary the intelligence network is quite well-developed, and there is a certain control of information in the regions of the Central Powers.

The original date was not until next month, but judging by this posture, within seven or eight days, he would be able to get on a plane and run away.

"The German troops were mostly stationed at the front, and of course there were some gendarmes marching in the rear. We observed that there were quite a lot of German gendarmes on the Swiss border, and that Franche-Comté and the mountainous areas in contact with Italy were much smaller. The man rationally analyzed.

"You said it as if you didn't say it." Kuster was a little speechless:

"By the way, my warrior, what's your name?"

"Callevi Antonio."

"Okay, please take control of the situation and help me return home." Kuster hung up after saying this, leaving no room for him to speak.

He walked out of the command room, spoke a few words to the guards, and paced back and forth at the entrance to the camp.

After a while, a man dressed in military uniform and behaving strangely came, and took the initiative to find Kuster and said:

"Mr. Marshal, 'we' are here, nearby, and can come at any time."

"That's good, I appreciate your speed." Kuster was relieved.

He glanced back at the command and walked around with a few guards.

When several people were on the hill, he suddenly asked a cold question:

"What would happen to you if I was going to leave? Shoot. ”

"Of course not, you are the marshal of Austria, not our officer, you can go as you want, this is your freedom. Even if we show you a way back, our commander won't say anything. Of course, you'd better not think about that. A man who seems to be more honest said.

"Well, I certainly don't have that kind of thought. I just want to know what you guys think about a foreign officer. ”

"Nothing, marshal." Another tall man said:

"Nothing special to us, the other officers are just like you."

"Haha! Do you like to imitate me? Kuster said with some disdain.

"Perhaps......" A dozen guards fell silent for a moment. There was still a voice of communication before, but it was not so deserted.

A few people accompanied him for a walk in the scorched yellow field that had been blown into the primitive, and then set out on the way back.

The craters along the way were shocking, the skulls buried in the earth were still clearly visible, not a single plant leaf or animal cry could be seen for thousands of miles, and no bird even flew through the sky.

But they don't feel that it matters, they've been through a lot of these scenes, and it's not bad for that.

Soon, in silence, they crept over to a twisted railroad track.

It stands to reason that walking along this track, where there are more signs, is the place of the French; Wherever there are many newspapers, it is the place to come.

When Kushide looked closely, he saw a cluster of papers scattered on the ground.

I picked it up and saw that it was a German war report, which was fired by artillery shells and missiles without explosives, in order to make the people in the city retreat.

Kuster affirmed the route and continued with his guards.

But after walking for a while, the guards around him felt that something was wrong, and this was not the way back.

They are quite new to this place and don't even know if there really is such a place in the world.

The only suspicious place is Custer, who led the way. Everyone looked at him, anger mixed with fear in their eyes, and more obedience.

Unexpectedly, not only did he not escape this gaze, but also said confidently:

"Gentlemen, there is a city a few kilometers to the west, and let's stay there for the night."

"Marshal!" The tall man hurriedly jumped out and worriedly dissuaded:

"It's not safe here, and we don't know who you're talking about in the 'city', so let's go back, your life is the most precious."

All men are created equal, that's. It can be seen in his words.

"Don't worry, it's your city, and I'm not stupid. And this is not to say that there is any desertion, I am just changing the location of the command. Kuster explained. He looked very relaxed, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"What about the telegrams sent by the various officers! We don't have radios, we can't handle them! The man said excitedly.

All I want is not to deal with it! Kuster snorted coldly in his heart.

But even if he was disdainful and wanted to make a face, he still responded seriously:

"Don't worry, you look at this day, and it will still shine on our heads!" Kuster pointed to the sky, and several people looked at it, and sure enough, a dazzling light shot at them, almost blinding their dogs.

"Look, he's drifting towards our position. What are we afraid of? He continued. Custer was originally a staunch materialist, but his words made people feel that he was a believer, and the new one was still a cult.

What does he teach? Suncult? A few people figured it out in their hearts, but they couldn't think of it anyway.

But the medical profession can summarize what he believes in - neurosis.

"But Marshal! Listen to my advice and go back! "The tall man still doesn't give up.

"But soldiers! Listen to my orders, and go quickly! Kuster humorously ordered him.

The rank of official can crush people to death, not to mention that Kuster is a marshal, hundreds of times larger than their group of small soldiers and non-commissioned officers, and it is simply Mount Tai pressing on them in comparison.

They had no choice but to listen to Kuster.