One Hundred and Eight Lonely Heroes

"Outside the number! Outside the number! The Capitol was set on fire last night! The suspect was caught by the police! Come and see!" A newsboy shook the newspaper in his hand and sold it on the street.

Not far away, the burned and unrecognizable Capitol was still smoking faintly. The exterior walls that were once painted gray and white were covered with black marks, the windows were all shattered, and the door was half-open. This building was one of the most powerful places in Germany a few days ago, but now there is absolutely no majesty and sublime at all.

Around the building, there were also many fire trucks parked in various places. The soldiers of the National Defense Forces stood straight around with their rifles, separating the accident scene from the crowd watching the lively around: the inside was hell-like silence, and the outside was like hell. It's a lively room.

"Bring me a newspaper." A middle-aged man in a British naval officer's uniform handed a fine coin to the little boy selling the newspaper, and said gently, "No need to change."

The little boy who sold the newspaper accepted the shilling in surprise, and then shoved the newspaper to the foreign friend, and introduced enthusiastically: "This afternoon, the criminal is going to be tried, sir, if you have time, you can go there. Look! I heard from a well-informed friend that the Communist Party burned our Congress and they are going to attack us."

The British officer touched the top of the little boy's head, then turned around with a smile, got into the car behind him, and opened the newspaper to read it in detail.

"Colonel Smith, do you really believe this is an attack by the Communist Party?" The driver who was also his assistant turned around and asked with a frown.

"Unless those idiots who don't even have guns have their brains flooded." Smith didn't take his eyes away. He turned a page of the newspaper and replied: "Those Communists are fanatical and firm in their beliefs, this is one of their terrible things. but these qualities do not prove that they are stupid."

"Planned?" The assistant frowned and asked closely.

"No, it's not difficult to fool a few hot-headed idiots into doing a stupid thing. If we need to, it's not impossible for the Communists to burn down Buckingham Palace." Smith sneered, and stretched out three fingers to bend one by one: "The key is 'who', 'how' and 'use'."

"Could it be related to Akado?" the assistant asked.

"You remove the word "will" and use an affirmative sentence, and you'll be inseparable." Smith put away the newspaper and threw it on the edge of his seat: "It looks like he wants to do something to the Communist Party. Exactly what we wanted to see. He's a smart guy and I really admire him sometimes. Because he knows what we need and always gives us sweets when we can't stand his bullshit."

"Will it be a problem with raising tigers?" The assistant frowned again and asked a question of interest to him.

"I don't care... I can't." Smith sighed and said, "I sometimes really envy Americans. They don't have to worry about things on the other side of the ocean. They can clean up the mess after everything is destroyed. We are different, We are afraid of breaking everything we have, so we must keep the mad dog Arcador, bite the Soviets when necessary, and frighten the French, so that the fundamental interests of the British Empire on the European continent can be guaranteed.”

In fact, both Britain and France know about Germany's military expansion plan. The only difference is how much they know. The reason why everyone has been indifferent all this time is because of their own interests, not because the intelligence officers of the two countries are really a group of rice buckets. Smith knew that many times the British intelligence services had to fake the Germans to deceive the French, in order to give Germany the ability to challenge France's hegemony on the European continent.

As a basic national policy of the United Kingdom, the British diplomacy and military have always been trying to maintain the balance of power among several countries on the European continent. Finally, go up and clean up the mess yourself. The last war was to support France to challenge Germany, and the next time it is best to let Germany and France die together without having to do it yourself.

"Go to court, although you can't do anything, you can still go and see the excitement." Smith shook his head helplessly, and finally said.

...

Akado was sitting in the back row of the courtroom, staring at the man standing in the dock, wondering what he was thinking. Beside him, Anna held his left arm, looking like a little bird.

The man in the dock was a little thin, but he was in good spirits. His gray trench coat was old and messy. I think he struggled when he was arrested, but at this moment he was wearing handcuffs. Calm, with his chin held high with a hint of arrogance.

"I suddenly feel that it's a pity that such a person should die." Gaskel looked at the man in the dock and said a little regretfully.

"It's a pity, if he agreed, I really would have liked to bring him into the SS. Such a man is steadfast and unyielding. Sometimes I have the illusion that he is a German. "Heidrich on the side also sighed.

Akado still didn't speak, just stared at the man who was being judged, his expression was a little numb and a little solemn.

"Suspect Frokhovsky." The judge wears glasses and looks old-fashioned, and his voice is a bit like an incompletely castrated eunuch: "Do you admit that the arson case in Congress last night is related to you?"

"Admit it." Frokhovsky shook the shackles on his wrist: "As a communist, it is my long-cherished wish to burn down the capitalist nest! The Bolsheviks will one day liberate all mankind!"

He pointed to those who came to watch the trial, and glanced at the seats: "You exploitative classes who only know how to live! As long as we Communists live for one day, we will fight you to the end! Do you regret not having poison now? Dumb me to let me appear in court again? My speech is your death knell!"

He straightened his spine more and more: "Today's trial against me is unfair! It is arrogant and reactionary! I swear here that my murderer will be tried today, and you will be judged by the people tomorrow! You will be judged by the people. Send to the guillotine! Then there will be my monument in the square, and you will have nothing but stinking corpses!"

No one knows what Akado is thinking at this moment. Looking at this communist named Flokhovsky, Akado suddenly thinks of Sister Jiang in "Red Rock", and thinks of his stomach Yang Jingyu, who is full of cotton wool. He once questioned those proletarian fighters who could ignore any physical attack only by faith, but when he saw the man in front of him, he realized that touching persistence face to face.

He is now beginning to believe that such people exist, which is an inexplicable ideal. These people breathe for the dream in their hearts. They feel that they can bring hope to their compatriots and their motherland. Such a stupid way to prove that our nation has a soul.

In fact, there are such people in many stories of many peoples and times. For example, Sickert, who single-handedly revitalized the Wehrmacht, tolerated himself to the end of Hindenburg for the future of the German people, and supported the idea of ​​industrial rejuvenation to the end of his life. Mr. Carl Benz, and those German-minded people who followed him along the way.

Therefore, every nation has no shortage of heroes. These people do their best for their motherland, for their people, and for the future that only they can see. For example, Ran Min, the murderer who faced millions of hustlers, such as the one who held high Joan of Arc, a girl with a battle flag.

These people are terribly stubborn, stubborn to hate, stubborn to lovable, stubborn to respectable, and stubborn to stubbornness.

"Please go all the way, I will make your contribution engraved on the long scroll of history, I promise." Akado read, stood up and didn't look back. Behind him, followed Anna and Gascol. , Follow Reinhardt, follow the most brutal, loyal and devout believers of this era.

The moment they walked out of the courtroom, the high-pitched voice of the judge ripped through the air: "Since the criminal has confessed to the crime and the evidence is conclusive, then I will sentence the criminal Frokhovsky to arson and attempted murder. , was convicted of destroying an important national symbolic building..."

Akado moved outwards mechanically, losing a point of admiration and compassion in his heart with each step. He walked out step by step and passed Smith, who was late. Smith nodded, Akka More smiles in return, everything seems so natural.

"No matter what crime you end up in jail for, you will be executed immediately." Akado ordered when he walked to the gate, and there was no longer any hesitation in his tone.

Gascol nodded.

Stopping, Akado raised his head and looked at the sky above the court. The sun was a little harsh, so he had to narrow his eyes: "Since you admire him a lot, give him a treat and don't make any extras."

Gascol was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Yes!"

Akado continued to walk down the steps, putting on leather gloves and the black coat that Anna handed over as he walked.

When he walked to the side of the car, he said again: "Reinhardt, the task given to you will start immediately, don't be sympathetic, and don't leave trouble! All actions must be done as quickly as possible. Finish."

"Sir, in such a hurry?" Reinhardt raised his eyebrows and asked. He had to ask, because the consequence of being anxious is to increase troubles. Although these troubles are not fatal, they have to be dealt with with a lot of energy.

"Stalin will get the news soon, he won't sit idly by, and I believe our old friend Tukhachevsky will come over in a few days. At that time, we must give him some face. You can’t let go of your hands and feet when you do things.”