Iron Cross Fire

During the past two days, Vasalai stayed in that room and asked his servants to buy him newspapers and read information every day.

After he ran away from the hospital, the newspapers did not publish anything related to it, and even the government did not make a public statement.

But his servant noticed that there had been some chaos in Vienna recently, and some extra military police guards had appeared, possibly to capture him.

But how could he go back? No one wants to be imprisoned, especially since he is a very powerful person. Being imprisoned is simply too cowardly.

The Austro-Hungarian government is not a good bird either. Who knows what they are planning. Anyway, Vassar basically has no trust in it.

So he kept waiting in the house, and no one outside bothered him. The sound insulation and concealment of the room were quite good, so there was basically no need to worry.

Even if some stupid young people come to the door, they will definitely leave in anger when they see that the doorman is an old German Junker.

It was not until June 10 that he finally received real news from the outside world - Kuster sent nearly twenty people to him, and they were all native Austrians, and they were all well-trained.

"Sir, we have been ordered to infiltrate Austria-Hungary, observe political intelligence in detail, and then report it to the Caucasus, and you are our leader."

One man stood up and appeared to be the leader.

"Then you can only do it yourself. I can't show up, and I can't participate in any outing activities."

"We can understand, but you seem to have misunderstood something. Leaders are leaders, soldiers are soldiers, and leaders let soldiers do their work. How can you be allowed to do it yourself?" He turned to the people around him and said, "Right? ! Friends.”

"right!"

"right!"

...

Vassar came to hear that a person with a lower status than himself could explain what various people should do. He felt a little ashamed on his face, but he didn't care. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times to relieve the embarrassment, and then continued to ask them:

"Then why are you looking for me? I am a disabled person. I can only learn about foreign affairs through this ridiculous newspaper!"

Vasalai angrily rubbed the paper in his hand without making a crisp sound. It turned out that the newspaper had long been filled with sweat and wrinkles, like a wet rag, and was very soft and easy to pinch.

"Don't worry, we will hand over all the information we have gathered to you, and then the information you see will be true.

And you can just sit in your chair and receive the intelligence firsthand, and then with your approval, we'll move the intelligence elsewhere. "

Hearing his explanation, Vassar felt a little relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. After nodding, he showed a serious expression, as if he had returned to his previous state of leading troops in battle:

"Okay! Let's prepare in advance.

After my observations over the past few days, Vienna should have closed off the flow of political information to the outside world. It is impossible for us to directly transmit information directly. "

"Yes." Vasalai's words were recognized by many people. Everyone was surprised and happy for his recovery, but no one could notice that there was someone secretly recording Vasalai's words and deeds.

"So, we need to develop an offline to connect us with the outside world. This place needs to be a transportation hub, along the coast, and the public security conditions are not excellent. But it is too difficult to find so many conditions. Do you have any suggestions? ?”

Facing Vassar's question, most people were stumped, but soon someone emerged from the crowd:

"I think the port of Tiliaste is great, it almost meets these criteria."

"Although it basically meets the first two conditions." The German guard from Vassar suddenly appeared in front of everyone and asked in a rigorous manner:

"But... as one of the most important ports in Austria-Hungary, according to common sense, the security and safety should be good, right?"

"Hahaha! Old sir, I can't blame you. It's not that you don't understand common sense, but that you don't understand Austria!"

The leader clapped his hands and laughed, and then the others also laughed after they realized what was going on.

Vasalai pressed his forehead and thought hard for a while. He seemed to realize the truth and opened his mouth. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, but the smile on his face was vaguely visible. Only a German who is ignorant of the world is left in a daze.

"The government was already beyond its capabilities, and now it is facing enemies everywhere. How can Austria-Hungary have the energy to deal with this!"

The German's eyes were still blank, but he always maintained respect. After bowing, he walked out of the house.

"Okay, let's talk about something else!" Vasa came to see the person leaving, happily put down his hand, and then kept waving it:

"I don't understand how the intelligence department operates, so you are responsible for establishing the downline. This ends the discussion about the transmission of intelligence. Let's talk about the key points.

How do we penetrate it? What kind of power can we have with just twenty or so of us? "

"Let's act according to our ability. We don't have to go against the government. We can do some small things first to practice our skills."

Vasalai suddenly understood after hearing this. He adjusted his sitting posture, then stretched out a finger, widened his left eye, and crossed his legs. This move made many people laugh.

Then he opened his mouth slightly and whispered like a ghost:

"Okay, my suggestion is - go to Slovenia and find out how Atkinson died. This shouldn't be too difficult."

"Looking at you, I thought you would come up with some difficult questions! It turns out to be so simple! It's easy, we can investigate it clearly in less than four days."

The leader's eyes were one big and one small, and he said in a teasing tone:

"By the way, as the son of the God of War and one of the leaders of the intelligence department, can you help us reimburse the travel expenses?"

There was a big laugh in the house, and even if the house had good sound insulation, people outside could hear a little bit.

The German who was standing guard outside suddenly opened the door, stuck his head out and coughed twice.

The group of people became quiet again in an instant, but most of them were secretly happy.

After a while, they stopped and stared at Vasa, expecting his reaction.

He smiled helplessly, nodded and said to them:

"Okay, I will reimburse you, but you have to succeed. If you are beaten to a pulp, you'd better not come to me."

"Hahaha! Don't worry, we won't let you down."

After getting Vasara's affirmation, the leader opened the door, greeted the German nurse outside the room, and walked out.

The others also got up from their seats and walked out together, talking and laughing.

After everyone walked out, the German nurse saluted Vasara and closed the door.

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