Battle of the Third Reich

Swainbach recognized it as a Steyr half-ton truck. This small Austrian truck is very common in Polish towns, but it rarely appears in this remote border country. Swaynbach turned his face and glared at the classmate, who nodded to show his understanding.

"Stop!" A soldier waved a traffic sign to signal the driver to park the truck to the side of the road. This kind of temporary inspection happens almost every day in the border area, and the other party wears the uniform of the Soviet Internal Forces. The driver did not dare to resist at all. He obediently obeyed the soldier's instructions and stopped the truck to the dirt road.

If the soldiers in army uniforms were replaced by soldiers who checked the road, they might cause some suspicion from the driver, but encountering a sentry post with a big blue hat at the crossing is the most normal thing in this year, because this is exactly The daily work within the scope of competence of the internal force.

"Good afternoon, Comrade Sergeant." The driver poked his head out of the window of the cab, and said hello to the sergeant of the internal force who came up.

"Good afternoon, citizen, please show your ID." The sergeant looked at the military salute seriously. The internal forces will not call ordinary civilians comrades when performing official duties unless they can already confirm the political background of the target.

"Okay, no problem." The driver drew a small book from the jacket's arms, and then took a piece of paper from the inner page and handed it over.

"Guri Gaflilovich Gleb, Brest Railway Engineering Transport Team?" The sergeant opened the folded paper.

This is a temporary document issued by the Brest Railway Management Branch Office. As always, there is no photo on it. Just see the color of the ink pad and the texture of the paper. It has just been issued for a month or two.

"Yes, Comrade Sergeant." The driver replied.

"It's from the Railway Engineering Department, Lieutenant Swaynbach." The sergeant handed the document to the officer who came from behind.

"What's on the car?" Swaynbach glanced down at the ID before asking the driver.

"Nothing special, just some wires and old parts." The driver took off the old big brim hat and answered with a respectful face.

Swaynbach received interrogation training in Brandenburg, and he immediately noticed the unnaturalness in his tone and expression.

"Get off immediately!" Swaynbach laid his fingers on the holster around his waist and shouted at the driver.

"Wait a minute, Comrade Lieutenant!"

"Get off the train immediately, don't you understand what I said? Don't let me say it a third time, citizen!" The lieutenant of the Interior Department pulled Tokarev from his waist and pointed the gun at the driver's nose.

Looking at the blue hat with arms around, the driver only felt his legs were soft and his head was cold, his stomach was sore, and then his urine spewed up like a tide.

"Sergeant Vasily, you take two people to the car to search." Swaynbach ordered to the shift assistant.

"Oh, Lieutenant, you two follow me." Sergeant Crent, alias Vasile, took two soldiers and turned to the back of the car.

This Steyr half-ton truck carries an iron-gray canvas carport, and the rear box baffle is painted with the number of the vehicle in white paint. It can be seen that the maintenance is usually very careful, and the direction lights and brake lights are intact. Unlocking the buckle on the tarpaulin, Crent lifted his legs and climbed into the bucket—

"The plan of the Eye of Odin?" Dogen looked at Kirsten standing in front of him in surprise.

"Accurately, it was General Weiller's plan, and Your Excellency the Head of State." The colonel turned sideways gracefully, and the two entourages respectfully quit the office, then closed the elegantly decorated oak room door.

"My Excellency the Head of State personally reviewed the plan and gave instructions." Kirsten opened the briefcase on the chair, and then pulled out a blue-gray folder from the inside. You can see the black diagonally beneath the cover. Imperial secret seal.

"This is the top secret of the country, but you have been approved by the head of state, you can consult these documents at will." Kirsten put the documents on the desk.

"Is it true that the head of state sent me to the border this time?" Dogen reached out with some hesitation.

Major General Dougan didn't even know that there was such a plan. This was not the scope of his responsibility. Out of cherishing his current job, he was also very careful not to touch the confidentiality and privacy outside the system.

"This is the trust of the head of state to you, General Dougan, you should regard this as an honor." Kirsten pushed the document forward again--

"You call this temptation?" Dougan only looked at the first part of the document and felt that he couldn't keep calm. The Major General SS stood up excitedly and questioned Kirsten aloud.

"General, you should have read all the documents, and the head of state thinks it's worth taking the risk." Kirsten sat on a white high-back chair exuding Russian court atmosphere even with the foam nails on the cushions. In his hand was a small cup of steaming black tea.

"I understand the head of state." What else Dogen could say at this time, he always taught his subordinates like this. The head's judgment is always correct, and he cannot understand it because of his limited intelligence.

Weierle's plan is very simple, and even compared with the pile of battle plans formulated by the headquarters, it even feels a bit rough. As Dougan just said, the ultimate goal of the plan is to test, to test the bottom line of the western special military region's pressure, and infer whether Moscow's strategy for Germany has changed.

Xu Jun is not afraid of triggering border conflicts at all. It should be the senior officials of the special military region in the west. Xu Jun believes that if Stalin really has an offensive plan, then he will definitely avoid any head-on conflict with Germany before the Soviet Union has completed its strategic preparations, and even he will deliberately punish those who undermine Germany’s friendship in order to stabilize Germany. Relationship".

He has only discussed with a few generals, such as Brauchich and Ronderstad, von Bock and Loeb, which did not include Dougan, it was not Xu Jun who did not trust the adjutant, really The Major General of the SS has a limited level and cannot participate in such strategic discussions.

"Armed infiltration, assassination, kidnapping and destruction, will this really not trigger a war between the Soviet Union and us?" Dogen asked, rubbing his brow.

"The head of state believes that if a small and medium-sized local war occurs, the situation will be beneficial to us, and Stalin will not fail to see this." Kirsten put down his teacup and stood up to the side of the map on the wall.

"Furthermore, it is about to enter the coldest time of the year. Since the Finnish Winter War, they will no longer choose to carry out combat operations in the snow season." Beautiful female officers stroked the border on the map with their fingers.

"Next month we will carry out small-scale troop movements on the border between East Prussia and Romania, followed by Bulgaria and Yugoslavia. These movements will surely attract the attention of the Soviet Union, and they will relate what happened on the Burg River to these actions. Connect." Kirsten said.

"They would think we were preparing to launch an attack." Dougan walked behind Kirsten, looking at the military map on the wall with his arms folded.

"This will disrupt the rhythm of the Soviet Union's combat readiness. The empire can perform similar feints in sensitive areas on the border every once in a while. If possible, we can even play like this for a whole year."

"It's impossible to hide from each other for so long. Sooner or later, Moscow will find that he was being played by us." Dogen said with his chin on his hand.

"There is indeed such a possibility as you said, General, but before that we have won a lot of precious time."

"It is indeed a wonderful doctrine to disrupt the Soviet Union's combat readiness process in exchange for the preparation time we need." Dougan nodded in praise.

"These ideas were all proposed by the head of state. He is really a genius strategist." Kirsten's tone was full of reverence.

"I don't doubt it at all, Colonel Kirsten." Dougan continued to nod—

"Lieutenant Swaynbach, in addition to some old wires and electrical parts in the compartment, I also found this." The sergeant of the Internal Affairs Army walked to the lieutenant with a cloth bag.

Swainbach raised his hand to take the bag, and at the same time glanced coldly at the driver who was paralyzed by the front wheel of the truck. The crotch of the other party was already soaked, leaving a large pool of urine on the mud.

"It's opium." Swainbach immediately recognized the contents.

At this time, the werewolf camp has caught smugglers who have crossed the border more than once. At least half of them carry illegal drugs. The most common is this crude opium produced in Italy.

The mountainous area of ​​the eastern Mediterranean is the origin of poppy. Italy has been growing poppy, mainly as a raw material for medicine. In fact, most European countries planted this stuff at that time, the Dutch and the French planted a lot, mainly used to extract poppy seed oil. Poppy seed oil contains almost no addictive toxic ingredients, and because of its special flavor, it has become a high-grade edible oil favored by Europeans.

During Mussolini's control of Italian opium production was very strict. The big chin was very strict with all the businesses he could intervene in, but when Italy was defeated, the whole country was in chaos. As a result, the crude opium stored in the warehouse and ready to be sent to the pharmaceutical factory was smuggled out. The preliminary estimate is that there are at least fifty tons of Italian crude opium scattered in the European market.

This is almost a year's output in Germany. Germany also planted a small amount of poppy, which was mainly used to extract medical anesthetics.

Beginning in October, Italian opium gradually flowed into the Soviet occupation zone, and was subsequently refined into morphine by local gangs, and eventually sold in Lithuania, Ukraine, and Belarus.

It was a felony to manufacture and sell drugs in the Soviet Union at that time. Once captured, they would be sentenced to ten years of hard labor in Gulag. legal.

"You know what it's wearing here, citizen Guri Gaflilovich Gleb." Swaynbach squatted down and pressed the driver's forehead with a muzzle.

"Trust me, Comrade Lieutenant! I have never seen this bag before." Gleb seemed to want to struggle for the last time.

"The villains of Gulagli are your comrades! Citizen Guri Gaflilovich Gleb." The lieutenant gave him a shot without hesitation to make him understand his situation.

"Sorry, Lieutenant Citizen, sorry." Gleb's spirit collapsed in a sudden, he curled up on the ground and cried with his head on his head.