One Hundred and Thirty-Two Worlds

"Stand at attention!" A rude cry came from outside the door. [For more exciting novels, please visit] The people who were anxiously waiting stopped talking immediately.

All the officers and soldiers sitting here stood up, lined up in a row, held their chins high, straightened their spines, and made their chests more prominent.

"Gentlemen! The Führer is here!" The first colonel stood at attention, then raised his right hand: "Long live the Führer!"

Everyone faced the door, raised their right hand high, and shouted while performing the German salute: "Long live the Führer!"

Akado strode in from outside the door, gently raised his forearm to signal that everyone was done with the ceremony, everyone withdrew the etiquette, and the sound of lowering their arms was uniform.

"Everyone! You don't need to be so restrained today!" Akado said with a smile, he walked to the center of the room and smiled very kindly: "You are the protagonists of today! I am very happy to be with you heroes of the German people. Meet."

A general behind Akado waved to the side, and a major with a tray solemnly walked behind Akado.

The general walked to the side of Arkado and pointed to the officers and soldiers who had already lined up. The first major officer in the line introduced: "Major Collins! The 2nd Battalion, 1st Armored Regiment, 8th Armored Division, In the siege of Salamanca, he led his troops to fight valiantly, and achieved an impressive record of destroying a total of 23 enemy vehicles. With the approval of the General Command of the National Defense Forces, he was awarded the Iron Cross."

"Crack!" The young major stood at attention and raised his chest, the heels of the leather boots collided with a crisp sound, he raised his right hand, and gave a standard German salute: "Fight for you! My head of state !"

Akado smiled and nodded: "You are very heroic! Mr. Major! I am very happy to serve this country with you."

As he spoke, he took an Iron Cross from the tray behind him, hung it on the major's chest, and patted the major's shoulder: "The Great German Spirit is with you!"

The flash "bang" flashed at the right time, and more than a dozen journalists recorded this historical moment from various angles. This is the first time since the First World War that the high level of the German Wehrmacht has awarded the Iron Cross. It is also the first time on record that the Iron Cross was awarded after improved design and standardization; and, of course, it was also the first time that the Military Merit Medal was awarded by a head of state rather than a military figure.

Under the grateful and adoring eyes of the young major, Arcador walked up to the second soldier.

"This soldier named Loew belongs to the artillery unit of the 2nd SS Division,

He destroyed two Soviet t-26 tanks with an 88mm high "shooter" gun assigned to his squad. Stabilized the line of defense until the friendly army arrived, saving the lives of nearly 100 soldiers in the entire artillery position! After the approval of the General Command of the National Defense Forces, the Iron Cross was awarded. "

"Crack!" The soldier also stood upright and raised his chest. The heels of the leather boots collided and made a crisp sound. He raised his right hand and gave a standard German salute: "Long live the Führer!"

"The motherland will remember your outstanding performance! Soldier!" Arkado hung the medal on his chest: "The spirit of Great Germany will be with you!"

The surrounding cameras shot out the sparks of the spotlight again, and Arcardo awarded the medals one by one, hanging the honor on the chests of each of the first batch of officers and soldiers who returned from Spain to Germany.

The music played in the warm hall, and Arcador toasted all the generals and officers who had returned from vacation in Spain with a glass of wine. Fanny was sweetly talking about her latest little secret while holding Arcador's arm.

Not far away, those German soldiers who had left the battlefield and experienced the beauty of life once again laughed heartily on the spacious dance floor with their young dance partners prepared for them.

"Are they too indulgent?" Fanny looked at the soldiers who were spinning frantically to the music, and asked Akado next to him with a smile.

"They are my pride! They are the best soldiers in the world! I have worked hard, and part of what I have gained is here." Arkado smiled and extended his hand to Fanny: "I am interested in accompany Do I do a dance, miss?"

"certainly!"

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"Prepare! Fire!" A Soviet officer stood on the execution ground and ordered a row of soldiers with rifles in front of him expressionlessly.

"Bah!" A uniform shot resounded in the sky above the school grounds. Not far away, more than a dozen prisoners leaning in front of the execution wall seemed to have their souls taken away by something. They froze when their bodies trembled.

Polovsky turned around and walked to the row of stakes step by step, followed by an adjutant with a note. He is now a colonel of the Soviet Red Army, and his power is not large, but now he is still trembling and walking on thin ice. The reason is very simple, that is, his immediate superior, Comrade Khrushchev, is censoring the entire Soviet Union under the order of the supreme leader, Comrade Stalin.

"Colonel Polovsky! There seems to be a person you know among the next batch of saboteurs to be executed." The deputy looked at the list of executioners spread out on the notebook: "Colonel Kazonev, your Old superior. Comrade commander of the 21st Division of the 7th Army of the Red Army."

"How is that possible? Colonel Kazonev is a respected veteran! How can he be an extremist who destroys the government? There is a problem here." Polovsky frowned and looked at his assistant.

The assistant looked helpless, looked left and right to make sure that no one was around, and then whispered: "Mr. Colonel! You got the status you are today because of Comrade Khrushchev's influence! If I were You won't talk nonsense! Colonel Kazonev belongs to Kirov..."

After waiting for a while, seeing that Colonel Polovsky was silent, the deputy loudly ordered to the firing squad behind: "Bring the next batch of traitors and traitors who destroy the construction of the motherland!"

With the sound of heavy shackles being dragged on the ground, a group of officers still wearing Red Army uniforms were escorted to the execution ground by soldiers with rifles. Has a small official position.

Polovsky walked over quickly and stopped in front of a shackled officer with a large beard. At this moment, the line of escorting the prisoners stopped. At the other end of the line, a few Soldiers are busy removing prisoners' shackles.

"Comrade Kazonev!" Polovsky supported the crumbling and bruised old superior, with tears in his eyes: "How could they treat you like this! Listen to me, you now quickly ask for a confession, I Give it to Comrade Khrushchev in person, he will definitely be interested in your ability to command the army, he is lacking the support of people like you! You will be fine..."

Colonel Kazonev with a big beard laughed, revealing his blood-stained teeth: "Good boy! Polov! You're already a colonel! I'll tell you that you have something to do! "Obviously, he was not given preferential treatment while being examined in prison and was beaten as badly by his former comrades as everyone else.

Seeing that several unshackled soldiers had reached the middle of the prisoners' ranks, Polovsky was also a little anxious: "Comrade Kazonev! I beg you! Stop being stubborn! This country is under the rule of Comrade Stalin. Under the rule of Comrade Kirov, there is no difference! Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"I am a *Party member, Comrade Polovsky! I have been required to be an upright and honest *person since I studied the Party's program! I can't deceive myself! I can't think of a dirty Stalin as a great man. Comrade Kirov!" Colonel Kazonev said regretfully: "So let me go to see Comrade Kirov!"

"Sir..." Polovsky wanted to say something more.

The bearded Kazonev waved his hand and interrupted him: "Are there any cigarettes? I haven't had a cigarette for several days, it's very uncomfortable."

Polovsky hurriedly turned his pockets, but could not find any cigarettes. The adjutant behind him handed out two cigarettes, and the bearded man thanked him happily, just like a few smokers who just got together, all three of them took one They lit cigarettes at each other, and stood there watching the soldiers take off the prisoners' shackles, and said nothing.

"Sir..." Polovsky called again when he saw the soldier come to help his old boss take off the shackles.

"Boy! Take care of me! Let those bastards be more accurate in a while!" Kazonev smiled, walked back to the position where he should be tortured, and took the last puff of cigarette into his lungs, Yiyi Reluctantly threw away the cigarette butt: "Come on."

"According to the Party's Resolution No. 1745, Kazonev and others threatened national * construction! Stealing the Red Army's secret documents and secretly contacting Western hostile forces! The verdict is hereby as follows: Kazonev and others will be shot immediately." After the adjutant read the order aloud, he stood back in his seat and said nothing.

"Prepare!" Seeing that Polovsky did not make a sound for a long time, the adjutant shouted the password loudly.

With a bang, the soldiers raised their rifles and waited for the commander's order. For them, the only prisoners standing opposite them were good or bad.

"Wait a minute." Polovsky stopped the execution.

"Porov! You will be killed if you stop the execution." The deputy reminded him softly.

Polovsky waved his hand, took out his pistol, and followed the soldiers at his former boss, the old chief, to the teacher who taught him how to shoot, how to kill, and how to become a Red Army officer: "Listen. My password! Prepare!"

"Fire!"...

"Bah!" The uniform sound of gunfire resounded through the sky again, followed by another gunshot, and then another gunshot, which seemed so harsh in the silence of this moment. A row of prisoners fell to the ground, Polovsky put his pistol back in the holster, and walked to the gate of the execution ground without turning his head: "Adjutant! Get me some bullets. The execution will be up to you later. Let's do it."

A tear fell on the snow that never seemed to melt in the execution grounds on the outskirts of Moscow.

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