In about two hours, the group came to a town a few kilometers away, which was, as Kuster said, a city they had occupied, and it looked like the Germans who had captured it had already left—which was why Kuster had chosen this place.

He managed to find a supermarket that was still intact, the only one in the city that could be seen, and the rest of the place was so traumatized that he couldn't get in.

Unfortunately, there were no people, not even food scrap – if rats weren't food.

The shelves were swept away, even the iron plates were dismantled, some water pipes were burst, and many places were filled with stagnant water.

"Not so good." Some of the guards retreated.

Kuster didn't answer them, and walked out and turned back to the way he came.

The guards didn't understand what he was doing, but they didn't dare to talk much because of his rights, so they had to follow him bitterly.

"If I'm gone, it's not your fault." He said suddenly.

A few people didn't pay much attention to this sentence, they just took it as a joke, after all, how could a serious officer escape from battle, let alone a marshal who didn't have to fight with his life on the front line.

In the distance, a roar came from the sky, waking up several guards behind them, who thought it was an enemy plane and hurriedly raised their guns to be on guard.

Kuster looked to the sky, trying to find the location of the sound. When he sensed that the plane had passed him, he also turned away, still silently staring at the confused sky.

There was another roar, from the opposite track, and if I guessed correctly, it was a van train.

The people who had just stood on the railroad tracks immediately came down, and a few unlucky people lost their center of gravity during the fall, stepped on the stone and fell to the ground, but fortunately the train was still far from here.

After getting up, he quickly found cover, covered his body with stones and fences, stuck the barrel out of the crack in the stone, and stared coldly into the distance.

Unlike them, Kuster stood on the ground unhurriedly, his body straight, and stared directly at the billowing black smoke rising in the distance with cold eyes.

I just don't know what the hell is in the sky, and the sound is very close, but I can't see what it looks like.

Maybe it's scared, after all, it only takes a few shots to knock down the coffin in the air.

"Where's that annoying fly? I won't beat it to death! ”

"Don't hit the head of a fly, hit its wings, it's fun!"

"Hahaha......" the rest laughed.

In the cognition of these people, they scoff at the planes made of wood, which have poor protection and cannot fly high or fast, they are live targets in the air and the personal coffins of pilots.

However, only Kuster knew that this was his new type of aircraft, capable of flying thousands of miles in the air, and there was also the obscuration of the clouds, which of course the gang could not see with the naked eye.

And the train not far in front of him, which he also arranged, was full of soldiers.

As long as all goes well, he will be able to give the last order to the big soldiers, and then get on the plane and run away.

The overall estimate is only three hours, which is still relatively fast.

"You guys, get ready to greet you."

Soon, the silhouette of the train emerged from the white mist of dusk, and they slowly drove with their backs to the sun, like warriors who had entered the darkness to protect the sun.

In addition to polluting the environment, the thick black smoke rising from the top of the car also announced the arrival of this group of soldiers who are not afraid of death.

Finally entering the city, the train came to a standstill as usual, and the soldiers of the thirteen carriages behind the front of the locomotive continued to pour down, like an inexhaustible spring, which flowed for ten minutes before it dried up.

The first few officers to come down saluted Kuster, who returned the salute as a matter of etiquette.

After waiting for more, they began to regroup, forming one phalanx after another outside the city.

Kuster greeted the officer at the head of the group, and said:

"Welcome here, I don't know where it is, but I'm excited for your arrival - we have a lot of brave warriors."

"Thank you, Marshal, it is our lifelong honor to fight for His Majesty the Emperor."

Kuster shrugged his shoulders undeniably, and then added:

"If only you could help me set up a headquarters in this area, you know...... It was a bombed mess, and I don't know why artillery was so extravagant. I only allowed them to fire a few hundred thousand shells......"

The officer was a little speechless, but he didn't care, his face was still pleasant, and he agreed to his request, and let the soldiers build the camp while helping the "young" marshal build a headquarters.

It didn't take long for the tent to be set up.

Kuster said to the guards who accompanied him along the way:

"Thank you, now you can return to the team, and you will be included in this unit to continue fighting." As he spoke, he took out a few pieces of paper, wrote a few words on them, and then stamped them and handed them over:

"This is my general's order, take it, no one will dare to doubt you."

Several guards respectfully took it, slowly retreated to the door, raised their hands to salute him, and walked out with their guns in hand.

Kuster stared at their departing backs, vaguely saw the German soldiers still working, and he actually blamed himself for not being a man.

But it was only for a moment, he quickly walked out, sealed the door of the command room and posted a note saying "Do Not Disturb", and then walked straight to the hillside a hundred meters away.

He saw a glider on another hill not far away.

And the people there saw him and quickly raised a flag.

As soon as Kuster saw this flag, he felt an inexhaustible sense of familiarity. This is the banner of his motherland, and the felt symbolizes the glory of the thousand-year-old dynasty, which is standing on that small hill at the moment, engraved in his eyeballs.

Without any hesitation, he hurriedly walked down the mountain, the experience of war over the years made him insensitive, but the system far surpassed the old people of his generation, and maybe even many young people were not as good as him, and it was easy to walk the mountain road.

As the glider got closer and closer to him, Kuster excitedly shouted:

"Is that you?"

"It's me, Kahlavi! Marshal, you're finally here! Said the man in the glider car.

As soon as he saw him, Kuster had a sense of familiarity as "have you seen it?"

It suddenly occurred to him that this was not the "German" colonel with whom he had fought on the Loire! How did this become Austrian again?

I just wanted to ask for an explanation, but before I could speak, I was interrupted by him:

"Don't say so much! Our plane landed in a field outside the city, and we had to hurry to get there. ”

"Yes, yes, let's go." Kuster didn't bother to ask too much.