My Third Empire

In the dimly lit room, a hanging incandescent lamp with a shaded edge swayed slightly, making the shadows of the surrounding torture instruments on the ground look a bit hideous and distorted.

Tell me! Are you a Communist Party? a German officer yelled fiercely with a whip.

The man who was tied to the cross slowly raised his head, his eyes seemed a little slack, but he still shook his head slightly, and answered in a weak voice: I have Russian blood, but I am German, I am not a Communist Party, I'm German, I'm not Communist.

This is your last chance. Pull him out and shoot him. The officer tidied up his collar. He had to say that he was so handsome in this military uniform. He felt different when he put it on. He tried it on at home yesterday. After a while, the wife couldn't help sending a hot kiss, and she really wanted to thank Lieutenant Colonel Akado.

After the man was dragged out by the two soldiers, the officer sat on a bench, lit a cigarette for himself, puffed in the air, and walked out from behind another door on the side. Several officers came.

The one in the lead looked at the documents placed on the table and nodded with satisfaction, while the others neatly tidied up the house.

This is the 607th. The smoking officer looked at the officers who walked in and asked with a puzzled expression, This week, you have sent an average of more than 100 suspected spies every day. There are Communists, there are French democrats, they will basically be taken away by you and shot to death in the end, since you will kill them if they confess or not, why are they sent to us for interrogation?”

This is not a secret that an officer of your level can access. We are only acting on orders. After they were brought to the execution ground, they were immediately taken over by the Supreme Command of the National Defense Forces. We could only hear the echoes of gunfire on the execution ground. Then came in. The officer recalled with some fear.

An officer in an old army uniform who was cleaning up the house sighed and said, You guys are better. We will continue to serve in the Interrogation Division of the National Defense Forces. We will retire after completing this task.

The smoking officer smiled wryly and did not answer.

The Seventh Prison under the headquarters of the National Defense Forces. On the execution ground, a group of people in suits were firing at the target with the latest PPT pistols, and the bullets were pouring out like they didn't want money.

Not far away, Accardo in the stands, accompanied by two officers, was talking to a man covered in blood.

You passed the actual combat test, soldier, now you are a reserve member of the shadow force of the German Wehrmacht. From today, you have no name, no identity, silence is your language, and the revival of Germany is your life, can you do it? ? Akado asked solemnly.

Yes! Sir! With the rigidity and seriousness of Prussia, the man replied vigorously, although he was covered in blood, with firmness in his tone.

You will be sent to the Soviet Union to establish our intelligence station there. We will arrange for you to join the Communist Party of the Soviet Union and gain the trust of the Soviets. You will steal all the Soviet intelligence you can get and report to your superiors. Akka Behind him, an officer explained the task to this man.

My superior's contact information. the man asked.

His code name is Cyclops. As long as you feed the pigeons on the Red Square in Moscow every day and wear a black coat, he will naturally find you to connect. The secret signal is that he says that the light hides the darkness, and you answer: 'The shadow casts the dawn' .

We will send our people to find you one after another. You can help with the placement, but don't leave any contact, understand? Akado asked.

Understood! Sir! The man nodded, and then asked expectantly, When will I be able to recover my identity and return to Germany?

When you die. Akado's answer made the faces of the people around him change, but the last sentence made everyone laugh: Or when there are medals on the chest.

Long live Deutschland! said the man saluting.

In the distance, the gunshots grew louder.

...

In the dark night, in the still cold water of the Rhine, several people in black one-piece swimsuits swam ashore. In front of them, a man in a suit was already standing.

The man was leaning on a shovel in one hand and a large bag in the other, staring silently at the four people who swam ashore.

When they stood up, he spit out only one word: Sea of ​​blood!

The four of them immediately answered in a low voice, Youlan.

The man in the suit nodded with satisfaction, and pointed with a shovel to a large hole dug in front of him and the two shovels on the side: Throw the clothes inside and help bury it. The big bag he was carrying was sent forward: Put on these clothes.

After the five people finished everything, the sky was getting brighter. The five people got into the car driven by the man in the suit and drove all the way to the road not far away. On the side of the road, a rusted road sign read in German. Lorraine.

In the car, the three people in the back row did not speak, and the driver of the car introduced the situation here to the person in the co-pilot: The French occupied this place and did not allow us to build military facilities across the river, but they are building construction here. Build the Maginot Line.

The car turned a corner, he straightened the steering wheel, and continued: I have already arranged the identity for you. The war has made the streets full of homeless people, and there is no problem with drinking and fighting every day. There is no problem with three or four people.

As he spoke, he took out four documents from his pocket, threw them to the people in the back row and the co-pilot, and continued: Then, our top leader, Scorpion, will arrange for the French military to recruit troops, and you will I can successfully blend into the army.

Long live Deutschland! When getting out of the car, the person in the co-pilot finally said something before pushing the door open.

Long live Deutschland! The man driving the car smiled and nodded.

...

At the port, Haiyan shuttled back and forth, the whistle sounded constantly, a passenger ship docked at the famous Manchester Port in the United Kingdom, and countless tourists poured down from the hanging ladder. There was loud noise and the honk of luggage trucks everywhere.

Uncle Greve, welcome back to England. A young British naval officer in a white military uniform smiled and extended his hand to an old man walking off the ship.

Thank you the old man put down his luggage, smiled and shook hands with the officer: I'm back, this is my hometown!

Yes, Germany has been defeated! At first you were stubborn to help your mother's motherland. Now, it seems that your father's country, Britain, is the most powerful country. The young naval officer had a proud face on his face. Demeanor: Your nephew, I am already a destroyer trainee commander in the Imperial Royal Navy.

It's really promising! I didn't embarrass your father! The old man patted the young man on the shoulder, his eyes full of smiles.

The young officer pointed to the car in the distance: Uncle, that's my car, the latest American Ford, isn't it beautiful?

Well! Not bad! I like my uncle very much. I will buy one in a few days. The old man nodded and handed the suitcase to his officer nephew.

The soldier in charge of checking the luggage at the entrance and exit saw the rank of the old man's nephew, stood at attention and saluted, giving up the plan to go forward to check.

Uncle, what is so heavy? The nephew asked jokingly as he put his luggage on the back seat of the car.

The old man was still smiling: A pistol, and a radio. That's why it's so heavy.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then laughed: Uncle, you really know how to joke.

Then, I'm not joking, John. The old man put away his smile and said very seriously, Grey wolf.

The young man's expression changed slightly, and then he continued to start the car: Poison?

The old man nodded: Poison!

Far away in Berlin, at the headquarters of the Wehrmacht, a staff officer handed the secret message to Akado, then stood at attention and said, Sir! The poison is in place! The first phase of the tack plan was completed, three people were killed, and two people lost contact. , and everything else is fine.

All the up and down lines that have lost contact are discarded and used to confuse the other party. The soldiers who died in action will be promoted to the first level, and the medals will be reissued. Immediately execute it! Report to me immediately if there is any situation! Akado put down the documents in his hand and ordered .

Yes! The officer saluted and walked out.

Akado closed the document in his hand, stood up, walked to the next door, and said softly as he passed Grace's desk, Coffee! Thank you.

Pushing open Sickert's door, Arcador stood at attention and saluted: Your Excellency, the first phase of the tack plan has been completed. The Wehrmacht's eyes are all over Britain and France. Even in the United States, people are deployed. Our intelligence is almost from It has never been so accurate and reliable.

This morning, the French border guards found four black swimsuits buried in a deep pit! They have asked me for a thorough investigation, and they have sent a note to our ambassador to France! Sickert was obviously very dissatisfied. Cardo's approach.

He stood up and looked at Akado, frowned and continued: Don't treat our opponents as fools! Such a large-scale espionage plan, the content of this plan may have already been placed on the desk of the French president!

Akado smiled: They must know that we are deploying a plan called Tack, and have strengthened our defenses, but they can't know the specific plan, because only you and me, General, know the full picture of the plan.

These people have reached the corresponding position? Sickert obviously did not want to hold Arcador accountable. Of course, he also knew the importance of intelligence work, and changed the topic after a few reprimands.

Yes! General! Within three years, the Wehrmacht can even arrange the French President's schedule if he wishes.

Then he won't have to sleep! Sickert had a rare humorous moment, and then the two of them laughed together.