Kuster suddenly got off the plane and gave Franz a warm hug.

"Really, I really want to kill you!"

"I'm the same!"

The greeting did not last long, for something important awaited them.

But this did not prevent them from chatting on the road, and the two of them kept shouting and asking for warmth until they walked outside the city.

With Kuster's current identity, he can't appear openly, at least not to make people think that he left in the middle of the battle.

In fact, he doesn't need to do any preparations, just take off his clothes.

War has always been a draining thing, and Kuster has not been in the city since the beginning of the war, which has made his beard thicker and thicker, and he is completely different from the one Kuster before the war.

Kuster himself did not know, but Franz reminded him:

"If I hadn't met you in the Caucasus, it would have been really hard to recognize you if I had only a photograph. But it's also a new beginning. At least you don't have to go back to the battlefield......"

This ordinary sentence could not be more ordinary, but it inspired Kuster.

He took off his clothes and left them to be safeguarded by one of the guards beside him.

But suddenly I felt that the person who had been standing behind me was a little familiar, and when I turned around and took a closer look, I found that it was actually an old subordinate, Sergeant Wheat Field.

"Yo he, it's you kid! Long time no see! Kuster said quite enthusiastically.

To tell the truth, Kuster had never felt so much coincidence, and he thought that this fearless non-commissioned officer had died on the battlefield as heroically as Gerstoli.

Mai Tian didn't answer, just barely squeezed out a smile from the corner of his mouth.

Only then did Custer realize that there was a visible scratch on the right side of his face, which he had not seen before.

He sighed, and after taking care of the wheat field's collar, he walked silently towards the town.

Halfway through, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't changed my clothes yet, so I hurried back to change my set.

It just so happened that Franz had a colonel's uniform in his hand, so he changed it into him.

That "colonel" looks like he is fifty or sixty years old, which may not be common, but it doesn't mean that there is none, not to mention that there is a lieutenant general by his side, and it is estimated that this colonel will be promoted to general soon. The townspeople thought so when they saw a troop of troops entering the city.

Kuster and his men, greeted the awe-inspiring and envious gazes of the townspeople, swaggering towards the palace.

As soon as the citizens saw them walking towards the palace, they became even more convinced of their thoughts.

"War is a great way to get rich! If there had been no war, I am afraid that colonel would have died of old age. A citizen sighed.

"If that's the case, you can try it too." Another joked.

The people around couldn't help laughing when they watched the conversation between them, and at the same time they were a little depressed, looking at the soldiers on the street, their eyes were quite complicated.

Among them were veterans, who had been drafted at the beginning of the war, but who had not been needed since the surrender of Russia.

Although the government gave them a small pension, it was very small, and the money was only enough for one meal a month, and they had to do odd jobs if they really wanted to live.

Troublemakers like them are not liked by capitalists, and they are unemployed after graduation and have been in the dividing line of hunger and cold for many years.

Franz, perhaps uneasy in the face of the hatred of those men, said to Kuster:

"The disarmament policy we are pursuing is not perfect, and there are more and more unemployed people on the streets." As he spoke, he pointed to and fro, and the roads were full of poor people wandering the streets.

When Kuster heard this, his face was full of incredulity, and he said as quietly as he could:

"What! What do you call military reform disarmament? Oh my God! What country is like you, disarmed in times of war! No matter how much he suppressed, he couldn't stop the anger from his heart.

He pulled Franz around a corner, and the other guards knew he was about to get angry, and they went out into the streets to be on guard.

He held out a finger and asked in a loud voice:

"What the hell are you doing?"

Franz was speechless for a moment, and all the arguments he had prepared were forgotten in front of Kuster.

He really couldn't bear to fight in the nest with a soldier like himself, and calmly accepted his mistakes.

"Don't say it, I did it all by myself. I thought peace was a good thing......"

"War brings peace...... Alas. Seeing him like this, Kuster didn't want to continue scolding him, and held back the fire in his belly.

He glanced away, and suddenly noticed Franz's crutches.

If it weren't for this glance, Kuster would have thought that he was still a normal person, and it seemed that he had already played with crutches so well that he couldn't even notice himself.

"Dude, I can't even notice that you still have a cane in your hand."

"Huh? Am I any different from before? Isn't that how they are all held? Franz was stunned. He leaned his left hand against the wall, then fiddled with his crutches with his right hand, thinking nothing special, except that he stood a little more steady.

As if sensing something, Kuster suddenly became depressed, rubbed his eyes, and said:

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm old. Alas, let's go. ”

Franz nodded, then walked out of the alley with him and continued to the palace.

The guards outside were a little surprised to see that they had come out without making any big noise, but they still followed.

But the public doesn't think so, and while some people with incomplete brains think they're going to pee, more believe they're discussing confidentiality.

The group was silent, the journey between them and the palace was as arduous as crossing the Alps, and they didn't know why.

It's just a few minutes, but it feels like a year has passed.

The townspeople, not knowing why they were so sullen or wondering, watched them reach the threshold in front of the palace and left.

According to the usual practice, these dozens of guards behind him were not allowed to follow the chief into the palace, which was disrespectful to the emperor and his ministers.

Even Kuster was ostracized, and as soon as the two richly dressed sentries saw that he was a "colonel", they approached him with their guns drawn, and said:

"Sir, please leave. If it is an award, please go to the army to accept it. The Hofburg does not welcome old and unaccomplished people"

The simple words are full of arrogance, which is their loyalty to the emperor.

Kuster was not dissatisfied, he was like a mountain, motionless, not even moving his feet.

Franz on the side saw it and shouted:

"Soldiers! I tell you in the name of the Minister that I do not welcome people like you. ”

Before the two sentries could react, Kuster whispered in his ear:

"Then our emperor is not the most unpopular with the Hofburgs."

"Dude, that's all in the last sentence, your reflex arc is a bit long." Franz was not surprised by his rebellion, but saddened that he was truly entering old age. If it had been before, he would have scolded it directly, instead of being so tactful.

The two sentinels saw that they were talking so speculatively, and because of Franz's identity, they didn't dare to talk more.

However, the emperor was curious about the sound outside, and several forbidden soldiers pushed open the door.

"Who's coming?"