Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 224 News from the City

The meeting place is not far away, on the streets of Fountain Square Gang.

It was a pitch-black carriage, the carriage was black, the horse was black, and the driver was also black. Only outside the carriage was a vivid silver eagle.

Around the carriage, there were several standing gendarmes standing scattered, all of them with tight clothes, high temples, and naked eyes. You can tell that they are real masters at a glance!

I should have known a long time ago that the one who can be called the captain is definitely not the captain of a gendarmerie squad. The captain of a squad is generally called the boss by his subordinates, and only that adult will be honored as the captain.

That is a well-known and powerful existence in the whole of Berlin. It is the nemesis of all revolutionary parties and rebels, and it is the commander-in-chief of the three thousand gendarmes in Berlin:
"Silver Eagle" Otto Nertz, a martial arts expert at the venerable level!
Adolf took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and walked towards the dark and terrifying carriage.

The door of the carriage opened silently, the space inside was quite large, and there was plenty of light. Adolf could clearly see the pair of shiny leather boots, the stiff black army trousers, and the pair of white gloves held in the A cane with a silver eagle's head.

Sure enough it was him!

Swallowing, Adolf walked into the carriage.

The car door was closed again, and Adolf also saw clearly the person in front of him that made him tremble with fear.

It was a dignified middle-aged man, rubbing his cane with white-gloved hands. The uniform on his body was ironed carefully, making it smooth and shiny. Several silver medals were neatly worn on his chest, the most striking of which was The most eye-catching thing is a silver eagle with a ruby ​​in its mouth. It is a precious medal awarded by His Majesty himself and belongs only to him.

His face is sharp and angular, his lips are tightly pursed, his face is serious, his eyes are as sharp as a real eagle, and Mingming is not too old, but his hair is full of silver threads, but he has been combed carefully and meticulously Hidden under a black top hat.

While Adolf was peeking at the legendary figure, the nightmare of the revolutionaries was also looking at the strong young man with a mustache.

"Okay, young man, you should know why I called you here." The breath of the high-ranking person rushed towards Adolf, oppressing him.

Suppressing the urge to flee again, Adolf said frankly: "It should be, this, because of my speech. I accidentally triggered this riot."

"Then you should know that the city is different from the past, and no one has given a speech for a long time." Eagle's eyes are always very sharp.

"I, I know, it's because of those thugs. Those thugs will always spread some disgusting remarks." Adolf was a little nervous: "But, but I am different from those thugs!"

"Oh, it's not the same. It's all advocating riots, isn't it the same?" The cane tapped in front of Adolf: "You hate the Jews that much?"

"I, how did I know there would be a riot, I, I just expressed my own thoughts." Adolf stammered a bit: "Not just the Jews, I hate all foreigners."

"It's just annoying words, but you can't make such an excellent speech." The atmosphere in the car seemed to be a little more relaxed.

"You too" Adolf couldn't believe it.

"Yes, I have been by your side since the very beginning of your speech, and I have to admit that your speech is not bad." The tone seemed to be admiring: "Much better than the gang of chaotic youngsters. "

"Then what do you mean?" Adolf was a little unsure.

"In short, I appreciate you very much and hope you will keep it up." The tone was more like an order.

"Keep going? Are you not worried about causing riots again?" Adolf was a little puzzled.

"We'll take care of you and make sure there won't be a riot. Just keep on speaking, of course, nothing else!" The tension in the carriage had almost dissipated.

"I..." Adolf suddenly didn't understand what was going on and what the big man in front was thinking, but he still accepted it: "I promise, I will work hard."

"Well, that's good." A hand with a white glove stretched out and patted Adolf's stiff shoulder twice: "Remember, I'm very optimistic about you. Alright, let's go."

The carriage drove away, and the gendarmes dispersed.

Standing blankly in the empty square, Adolf's mind was in chaos.

Just let me go?Still ask me to continue speaking?What exactly is this for?It doesn't make sense.Don't the top government officials like those aliens?Or put a long line on me to catch a big fish?

No matter how hard he thought about it, Adolf decided to go back and ask Matt.

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Adolf went out to give a speech, and Zhang Ang was also ready to complete his task.

After making a brand new face from the "variable mask" on his face, and adding some life-saving props to his body, Zhang Ang headed towards Cuiliu Street.

Cui Liu Street is a special street. It does not belong to the aristocratic district, it does not belong to the residential area, it does not belong to the church, and it does not belong to the government.

Every city has a place where there is always darkness behind the light, and here, Willow Street, is the dark side of Berlin.

There are many pubs and hostels here, and there is a mixed bag of good and bad people.In a sense, this is the most chaotic neighborhood in Berlin, and it belongs to those who hide in the dark.

Here are workers with legs, here are thieves and snitches, here are robbers and robbers, here are fugitives, here are killers and assassins, here are chaos and disorder, here are disobeying the king's law.Here, of course, some desperate young people with aspirations who have devoted themselves to the revolution can also be accommodated.

Now, Zhang Ang is standing at the corner of Cui Liu Street.

All decent people passing by here are in a hurry, avoiding like snakes and scorpions, as if they will be swallowed by this street if they get close, leaving no bones left.

Zhang Ang was not afraid at all, and strode in.

It was still in the morning, there were not many people on the street, the stretchers hadn’t started their work yet, the thieves were still catching up on sleep at home, and there was no noise in the taverns and hotels, only some drunken alcoholics lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Of course, in the shadow of the upstairs window, it is not known whether someone has already stared at this strange face of himself.

But this time, Zhang Ang did not plan to go to the headquarters of the German Workers Party in Berlin. The first thing he had to do was to collect information. After all, he and Adolf had just arrived in Berlin, so they had no idea about the situation here.

As for collecting intelligence, where is there any place like this?
Of course, Zhang Ang is also experienced in this area. After a little observation, he walked into a relatively large tavern.

"Flame Red Lips Tavern" is a reliable place just by hearing the name.

Pushing open the door and walking in, there were not many people inside, a curly-haired bartender was lazily wiping the bar, another younger one was cleaning the stains on the floor, and there were a few sleepy alcoholics lying on the wine table .

"Oh, hell, are you here for breakfast this early in the morning?" The curly-haired bartender was obviously unhappy: "I've been working all night, can't you go home and sleep until night? The girls aren't at work yet!"

"I'm not here to find a girl, nor to drink and eat." Zhang Ang decided to speak with facts, and with a flick of his thumb, a gold mark flew towards the curly-haired bartender.

The power of a gold coin is always infinite, and it immediately injected new strength into the bartender who had been up all night, making him jump up and borrow the gold coin.

"Oh, distinguished guest, what would you like to order?" The impatience on the bartender's face was swept away, and his tone suddenly became respectful.

"I want to ask for some information, such as those rebellious parties, or any party, any faction, do you have any information?" Zhang Ang asked bluntly.

"Oh, I'm here to ask for information." The bartender's eyes became suspicious, and he scrutinized Zhang Ang endlessly: "You're not from the gendarmerie, right? From the way you look, you shouldn't be. You're not their spy either, are you? "

"Of course not. To be honest, I just came to Berlin not long ago. I saw the dignified atmosphere in the city, so I was a little curious." Zhang Ang explained.

"Oh, that's it. Anyway, I don't know where they are hiding. But I can tell you about other things." The curly-haired bartender stretched out his voice.

Zhang Ang understood, and pushed another gold coin: "Oh, what's the matter?"

"First of all, after several months of purges by the gendarmerie, there should not be many revolutionary parties who dare to stay in the city. And those who dare to stay are mostly those with stronger forces and deeper connections. A group." The bartender lowered his voice: "For example, the German Revolutionary Party, which is said to be supported by some high-ranking officials. It was the key target, and it was beaten to pieces, but there are still many people lurking down, but most of them should be lurking in the army and have not been exposed. There is also the Baath Party, which is an old party and is deeply rooted in Berlin. Although this time It has also been hit, but the damage is not big."

"However, the rest are small organizations such as the Youth Party, the Workers' Party, the Jagged Faction, and the Endeavor Faction. First, they are not blessed by big figures, and second, they behave perversely. They often hold rallies and give speeches. This time they all suffered heavy losses. Several of them were wiped out directly. Even those who survived, there are not many people left. There is no big wave. If you want to find a guest to join, you should find the Revolutionary Party and the Baath Party It’s better, of course, but whether you can find it is another matter.”

"Oh? How did you know I was going to join them?" Zhang Ang was curious.

"You, a foreigner, came to our Cuiliu Street and asked these things. Why else? I know that the Spartacus Party did that big thing. Although it was not a success, it made you young people feel very sad. Excited, I feel that there is a lot to do. In fact, you are not as simple as you think! Although I have received your money, I have to say that no party or faction of yours can accomplish great things. At least for now, you have everything It can’t be done! You have never been to Berlin, you don’t know, there are 3000 people in just one gendarmerie! Many of them are martial arts experts, and there are not a few who are at the master level. Lord Silver Eagle is even a peerless expert at the venerable level , even if you tie your parties together, you will not be able to beat them!"

He said with emotion: "At the end of the day, our Germans still respect the strong. If we have no strength, we still want to change the state affairs. Wouldn’t it be better to own a few acres of land and be a small landlord with no worries about food and clothing? Why do you need to do this bloody business?”

"I don't want to join them, I'm just asking, I'm just curious." Zhang Ang interrupted him and repeated.

"Okay, okay, I understand, guest, do you have any questions?" The bartender stopped chattering.

"Then, has any major event happened in Berlin recently?" Zhang Ang then asked.

"It's a big deal." The bartender stretched his voice again.

Another gold mark was paid, and he said: "There are not many big things, just a few things. One is that the battle in Bavaria is not going well. Marshal Rudolf brought the Second Army to support it last month. So the barracks outside the city There are a lot fewer people here, but well, the First Legion is still there, and some young people can't make any big waves. Second, the son of the Minister of Defense was officially buried last week. It is said that there are nearly a hundred important members of the Spartacus Party The character was buried with him. Sigh, it’s not good to assassinate anyone. Assassinate the Minister of Defense, do they think these old nobles are vegetarians? The third is because of the war, the price of goods in the city has risen a lot, but the government has not started yet. Control, so it is still within the acceptable range, but well, I mind if you prepare some food in advance at home, after all, if the war is really under control, it will be too late, so buy more if you want to eat now."

"Is that all?" Zhang Ang asked seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"That's all for the big things, and there are some political matters like conscription, tax increases, etc. Which noble family married into another noble family, which earl was cuckolded, which duchess became a romantic Gossip about sex and the like. Or how many people died on our street, and how many new products arrived, I guess you are not interested." The bartender said lazily.

"Indeed, apart from the gendarmerie, are there any other major forces in that city?" Zhang Ang continued to ask.

"Of course there is. The closest one is the First Imperial Army Corps outside the city. Your Majesty can directly enter the city with an order. Then there is the city defense army. They are different from the gendarmerie. They usually only operate around the city wall. Come to the city. There is also the royal guard of the palace. They are stronger than the gendarmerie. Most of the private soldiers are in their own fiefs, but even in Berlin, their strength is not weak at all, and the combination of several big companies may not be worse than the gendarmerie. And there are more masters among them Then, there is the Holy See. Although they have always been quiet, their strength must not be underestimated, and they may even be stronger than the nobles! Other words, whether they are mercenaries or adventurers, are not worth it. Mention." The bartender briefly introduced.

"Is there no guild here?" Zhang Ang suddenly asked a question.

"Guild? What guild?" The bartender didn't understand.

"For example, mercenary guilds, workers' unions, industry guilds, etc., are organizations where everyone with the same identity gathers together to safeguard their own interests." Zhang Ang simply explained.

"No, anyway, I haven't heard of it. Although there are several similar organizations on Cuiliu Street, they are all mixed up, not the 'guild' you mentioned." The bartender recalled.

"Is that so?" Zhang Ang closed his eyes and pondered for a while: "Okay, I understand, goodbye."

After that, he pushed open the door and left the bar.

(End of this chapter)