Four Hundred Sixty-Eight Worth

At a small checkpoint on the German-Polish border, two Wehrmacht soldiers point rifles at civilians queuing up to cross. On the side of these civilians, a dozen SS soldiers were looking at their documents and checking their packages.

A truck was parked by the side, and two SS officers stood aside, talking and laughing, smoking a cigarette. Their conversation was not low-pitched, and there was obviously nothing to hide: "Captain Xi'an, what is the first time?" God?"

"It's the seventh day." The captain named Xi'an pointed to the crowd in line: "The order from above must find the lost things. This involves a very large plan, so we must be cautious."

"Have you heard about that guy Cole? The guy who was transferred to the training class of the Motorized Transport Division of the National Defense Forces." Another officer with the rank of lieutenant on his shoulder asked with a frown while taking a deep breath of a cigarette: "What a lucky fellow."

"You mean that Cole who bought the car a few days ago?" Captain Xi'an squinted at his colleague, his eyes full of envy and helplessness: "That guy disappeared for a few days, but he came back sunburned like a lump of coal , but it is indeed much more generous, each of our old colleagues gave out a pack of cigarettes, and bought a new car, really rich."

"I heard that he went there." The lieutenant officer curled his lips and said, "As a result, he was promoted and made a fortune. Now he is a major. I heard that he was transferred back to the SS."

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice and whispered: "The 2nd Division of the SS, I heard that it is commanding dozens of tanks, which is quite impressive."

Xi'an spit out a mouthful of white mist to the side, and replied somewhat sourly: "Yes, there is nothing to say about being transferred back there."

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it hard twice: "Now the Wehrmacht has tactical vests and new rifles, and they look like dogs; the Waffen SS is also doing well." It’s called ‘Yuan Qinjun’, and the treatment is even more unusual.”

"Isn't it? As far as our side is obsolete, we received a batch of mp38 submachine guns last year, which made me very happy. But after chatting with the transport commander in charge of escorting, I found out that it turned out that the National Defense Forces replaced them with new ones." Already, those who have been eliminated..." The lieutenant on the side nodded and said.

"Hey! That one over there! That's you!" Captain Xi'an pointed to a rural woman carrying a basket not far away and shouted loudly: "Take out your hand that's stuck in the basket! Take it out slowly! "

As soon as he pointed it out, several German soldiers surrounded him immediately. They held rifles and submachine guns, with fierce expressions on their faces.

The peasant woman raised her hands high, frightened out of her wits: "My God! I will do anything! Don't kill me!"

Seeing this, I know it was a misunderstanding.

However, a German soldier went forward and looked through the basket full of potatoes: "Sir! There is nothing in the basket! It's all potatoes." While reporting, he conveniently stuffed a black potato into his pocket. potatoes.

It's not to blame him for plucking too much, it's really because the second-line SS was squeezed out by the Wehrmacht, and the supplies were not sufficient. For example, the regular army of the Wehrmacht is full of potatoes and vegetable leaves every day, and the Waffen SS may have a meal of broth for a week because of the sponsorship of the party, but in the poor SS reserve team, All that's left is vegetable soup and brown bread... So these low-level soldiers will have the problem of looking everywhere for usable things.

What's more, in most cases, these SS soldiers are not so bold. They dare to take things with civilian names. After all, they were ordered to come here today to set up checkpoints and interrogate people. In line with the principle of being cheap and not taking advantage of bastards, I did some trivial things that hurt the nature and reason.

Captain Xi'an walked over quickly, and carefully looked through the peasant woman's basket with two soldiers, and also checked her certificate and pass.

In the end, under the terrified eyes of the peasant woman, Xi'an waved his hand to signal his subordinates to let her go: "Let her continue to line up! He didn't come from Germany, and he just entered the border yesterday to buy some potatoes secretly."

The tense atmosphere eased, and people continued to line up to cross the border checkpoint; while German soldiers continued to check their papers one by one.

A man in a black top hat at the end of the line frowned, put his hand into the inner pocket of his windbreaker, and touched the iron box inside. He was ordered to take this iron box through the border checkpoint. He heard that it was a very important first-level intelligence related to the life and death of the motherland.

It seems that there is no way to get through here. The man in the black top hat sighed softly, turned around and left the team, and walked slowly towards the distance. attention.

Captain Xi'an, who had already walked halfway back with the lieutenant, suddenly stopped, turned around and glanced at the crowd in line. He didn't hold out much hope, but in the end he saw the man in the black top hat who was walking away from him with his back turned.

"Stop! The one with the hat!" Xi'an shouted loudly.

Several soldiers with guns looked at their commander, and followed the commander's gaze to see the man who was fastening towards the grass while holding his cap.

"Stop!" Several soldiers aimed their guns at the figure.

"What are you still standing there for? Shoot!" Xi'an yelled loudly while drawing a pistol from his holster: "Kill him! Don't let him escape!"

"Boom!" A soldier opened fire with his rifle, scaring several civilians around him to squat aside to avoid it, but obviously this soldier's marksmanship was not very good. The man is still running in the distance.

"Boom!" The second shot rang out. This time, the bullet rushed out of the barrel, flew out of the muzzle, flew over a distance of tens of meters in an instant, and accurately penetrated into the shoulder of the man. Immediately, blood spattered, and the man fell forward, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Grab him! Quick!" Seeing the man fell to the ground, Xi'an didn't bother to draw his gun, and ran over, shouting to the lieutenant behind him while running: "He may have accomplices! Pay attention to maintaining order in the team , everyone has to check again! Don’t be lazy!”

The lieutenant was already holding a pistol in his hand at this time. Hearing Xi'an's arrangement, he immediately gave an order to the soldiers around him: "Load and load! Check everyone carefully! Confirm the identities of these people! Anyone who dares to Come on, open fire immediately."

As soon as his order was finished, there was the sound of pulling the bolt of the gun, and several soldiers of the National Defense Forces near the sentry also raised their rifles with solemn expressions. The atmosphere suddenly became tense again, and there were women crying softly around. Obviously the gunshots just now frightened these civilians.

On the other side, Xi'an and several soldiers had already surrounded the man in the top hat who had been shot and fell to the ground. They approached the fallen target cautiously, and shouted as they approached: "Sir! Put your hands where we can see." Position! Come on! Or I don't mind firing two more shots!"

The man who fell to the ground turned over in pain, and then exposed his left hand. His windbreaker had been soaked in blood. He was panting heavily and seemed to be dying, but when his right hand stretched out, he was holding a small and exquisite pistol.

"Bah!" In the pool of blood, there was no more sound.

Xi'an walked over, kicked the corpse on the ground, squatted down and turned over the pockets on the corpse, paused, and took out a small iron box. He carefully light...

Shaking the box lightly, there was a crisp sound of metal impacting inside.

Xi'an smiled happily. This credit is probably enough for him to be promoted to a major, or he may be directly transferred to the Waffen SS. In that case, he will not be far away from the time when he drove a car and lived in a bungalow. The lieutenant over there also came over and handed Xi'an a cigarette.

"What is this?" The lieutenant asked while lighting Xi'an's cigarette.

"The above said that a very important piece of information was stolen by spies. A few days ago, people from the Intelligence Section of the National Defense Forces caught a woman. A dozen people tried their best to torment her all night before she was allowed to speak. "While smoking, Xi'an talked about what happened in a very ambiguous tone.

"She has handled two submissions, both of which are core confidential documents. She has no right to ask about the specific content, but it is indeed a very important document. I didn't expect that I found it today! It seems that the day when you and I will be promoted is not far away!" Xi'an exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, and then proudly opened the metal box for the lieutenant: "Look!"

Inside the metal box lay a short round iron bucket, which seemed to be used to hold papers. But there is only one, and it looks lonely in the corner of the iron box.

The lieutenant's face was ashen, and he looked up at Captain Xi'an: "There...is there another one?"

"Where's the phone? Where's the phone?" Xi'an hurriedly ran to the checkpoint box on the border on the other side.

He ran into the sentry box, grabbed the phone, and yelled loudly: "I am Captain Xi'an of the SS reserve army! I have an important military report! Get me to the SS headquarters!"

"This is the telephone line for the border checkpoint of the 44th Division of the Border Guards of the National Defense Army! You need to change the phone to find the SS!" The person on the other side of the phone said very embarrassingly.

"..." Xi'an had the urge to curse.

...

In Berlin, the Intelligence Department of the General Headquarters of the Wehrmacht, Major General Gasker is standing at attention and calling Yuan Acado to report on the implementation of the mission: "My Yuan, everything is going according to plan...Yes!...Yes! ...Part of it was stopped at the border, and the real thing has been arranged...It was safe and sound and arrived in Poland. Yes!...Long live Yuan!"