Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 244
In the east of Potsdam, there is a group of houses with unique shapes. Most of the houses here have only one or two floors, with rounded square doors, thick white paint on the walls, and the surrounding spiers. The ordinary buildings are very different.

This is the residence of more than 3000 Jews in the city of Potsdam, their settlement.The Jews have always been in groups and like to live in groups. After years of wandering and wandering, they especially cherish the hard-won place to live and live.

After years of development and reconstruction, this settlement has been fully completed, forming a self-sufficient independent kingdom with independent hospitals, schools, markets, taverns, hotels. And, most importantly, a small Jewish church church.

Next to the chapel, there is a very large-looking house, which is their meeting hall, where several venerable leaders of the Jewish people discuss important issues.On weekdays, this place also handles some disputes and emergencies among the same race, or helps to witness the signing of some contracts. It is the administrative center of the entire settlement.

But today, in the conference hall, the positions at the six corners of the hexagram are full of people, which is rare.It's just that the atmosphere in the whole hall is dignified. Whether it's the respected old man, the capable man who is fighting outside, or the martial arts expert who guards the settlement, the six elders all look gloomy and frown.

"Hi! I knew that this matter was strange. I didn't expect those Sorbs to stir up the flames!" A white-bearded old man patted the table and sighed.

"I knew that no matter how stupid the German Communist Party is, it would not go to the dead end. It is obviously wrong to break into the chapel when we are worshiping!" A Chinese in a gorgeous dress The young man also had a look of anger.

"You know, why didn't you say it at the time? Now that everyone is dead and the hatred is settled, what's the use of talking about it?" Another old man with a gray beard blew his beard and stared: "I said it earlier, don't kill people , don’t kill people, you don’t listen, look now, it’s been tricked, for no reason, we have an extra powerful enemy!”

"That's not a strong enemy, is it? Wasn't their branch in Potsdam destroyed by someone? The people are all scattered, what else can they do?" A younger man in a short jacket was dissatisfied. Said: "Do you need to be so worried?"

"Not a strong enemy? That means you have never been to Berlin!" A chubby man with the appearance of a businessman glanced at him and said, "This German Communist Party is one of the largest organizations in Berlin. There are thousands of official members of the party, and they are all capable and capable people, not just mobs."

"Yes, the sage warned us, never underestimate your opponent!" The old man with a white beard warned, "Just like last time, there were only five of you. You have more people than them and a higher level of strength than them. Didn't you get hurt a few times?"

"That's because their martial arts are too weird, and everyone can't react for a while," the young man in strong clothes couldn't help but argue.

But his words were interrupted by a middle-aged man in a gorgeous dress: "Don't say that what you have is worthless, the key is, next, you should do it next!"

The old man with a white beard stroked his beard and thought for a while, then said: "Let's try to make peace, so, Neumann, you take people to Berlin to explain the matter clearly to them, and bring some money there as compensation. After all , We killed several of them. Although we were instigated, we were the ones who did it after all. Have a better attitude, make a good apology, and deal with the matter first. For the Sol people, we will trouble them slowly. "

Neumann is a middle-aged man wearing a linen robe and carrying these two scimitars. He looks unwilling: "I said, is this necessary? What kind of National Socialist Party, it is strong, but it is far away in Paris. We sent over a dozen or 20 people at most. Even if they come to our door, we can easily solve it. Why pay for an apology? Besides, they preach all day long that they want to expel us and aliens. Let's drive out of Germany! After all, they are all our enemies, how can we apologize to the enemy?"

"Pa" He took off the machete and slapped it hard on the table: "Anyway, I'm not going, they're coming to seek revenge, I'll take someone and follow."

"Oh, why don't you understand?" The old man with a white beard said with a look of indignation: "Their speeches are speeches, they say that we are not good, and drive us away. But we can also ask people to go to the street to say that we are good Jews." , leave us. That’s a literary fight! It’s all about arguing with each other. It all depends on everyone’s eloquence. We spend a lot of money and ask some eloquent people to help. It's fighting, it's not easy to solve, the consequences will be very serious!"

The white-bearded old man was full of affection: "We Jews have lost our homeland and wandered on the mainland for so many years. Our branch has gone through untold hardships, and finally found this place to live. Our ancestors have continued to pay for generations. Sacrifice has allowed everyone to live in peace for so many years, are you doing this now because you want to ruin the years of hard work of your ancestors?"

"I, I am..." The machete man's complexion was flushed, and he couldn't continue.

"Practicing martial arts is so hard, don't you be afraid, I ask you to apologize now, is it so difficult to open your mouth?" The old man with white beard strikes while the iron is hot: "I know, you care about dignity and face, but think about it, they die Killed more than a dozen people, and five of them died at your hands! Five lives, if you open your mouth to apologize, wouldn’t you still suffer? And the most important thing for you is not an apology, but an explanation, which belongs to the Sorbs Conspiracy! We are victims too! Wouldn't it be nice to let them trouble the Sorbs?"

"Well, I'll do it now." The machete man pondered for a while, and was about to agree.

There was a sudden noise outside the meeting hall, which interrupted his answer.

I saw a young man rushing into the meeting hall from far to near, and reported loudly: "Report to the elders, a group of five people came from the west gate, and they said they were the envoys of the German Communist Party. Said to see the elders!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the meeting hall was filled with commotion and orders.

"Oh, the people from the German Communist Party are here, they are not here to ask questions."

"It's a good time to ask the teacher about the crime, and we just have to explain the matter clearly to them!"

"Yes, yes, it's all the conspiracy of those damn Sorbs, and it has nothing to do with us!"

"Una, hurry up to the vault, bring a box of gold marks, and wait for an apology!"

"Barani, you go to the tavern to find Rasha, and tell him to prepare a good banquet, and do it well! There must be wine and meat! Wait until I bring the messenger over to eat!"

"And Neumann, when the time comes, you will take the initiative to apologize! Be sincere, don't be eccentric, and the most important thing is to push the responsibility to the Sorbs! Do you understand?"

After a while of fuss, the emissary of the German Communist Party also arrived in front of the chamber.

These five people don't seem to be very old, but they are full of momentum. They all have stern faces, gloomy complexions, and they look muscular. Several of them have scars on their faces. The weapon looks very powerful and fierce.

As soon as he entered the meeting room, he looked around for a while and saw that there were quite a few people, the leading strong man went straight to the point: "My name is Karl Brenner, and I am the deputy director of the field combat department of the German Communist Party! A once-in-a-lifetime messenger! I am here to send you a letter of war to you Jews!"

"Gauntlet?" Several elders have already exclaimed.

But before they started to explain, Captain Karl continued: "We, the German Communist Party, will never tolerate the crimes you committed! We will never forgive you! This time, we will gather all our strength to fight with you! Endless! Even if our German Communist Party fights to the last person, we will drive all of you Jews out!"

After saying that, he took out a blood-red square cloth from his arms and threw it on the ground.

Throwing the white handkerchief is a challenge request for a two-person duel.And the red square cloth is an official declaration of war between two families or two organizations!

Such a declaration of war has not appeared in the city of Potsdam for a long time. Such a formal declaration of war often represents the complete destruction of one of the parties, and the serious injury of the other party. It is a true sense of immortality!

"No, no, Minister Carl, you have misunderstood, those things are all misunderstandings! It is all a conspiracy of the Sorbs! Don't fall into their tricks!" the old man with a white beard shouted hastily.

But the envoy of the German Communist Party turned a deaf ear to it, and after throwing down the cloth, he turned around and prepared to leave without looking back.

"We didn't do it! No, although we killed people, that wasn't our intention, they were all Sorbs," the young man pretending to be, tried to block the way of the five people while explaining.

However, Deputy Minister Carl ignored him, smiled ferociously, and slapped him flying, knocking down a row of people next to him.

But the interception hadn't stopped yet, and Neumann, who was wearing a short robe in the hall, rushed out quickly, jumped a few times, and stood in front of the five people: "Several envoys, please calm down, we have no intention of becoming an enemy of your organization, what happened before What happened is actually a misunderstanding, you are not familiar with the city of Potsdam and you don’t know, in fact, this is a Sorb.”

But before he finished speaking, Minister Carl exhaled and said loudly, "Get out!"

The voice came out with incomparable vigor, shaking all the people in the audience, their ears were buzzing, and they couldn't hear anything for a while.

This is the top special sonic-type martial art "Roar of the Wild Lion" worth 8000 merit points!
Even with Neumann as the number one expert of the Jews in Potsdam City, when he suddenly faced this roar, he was dizzy and dizzy for a while, and he managed to stay on the ground.

When everyone recovered, the emissary of the German Communist Party had already left here and disappeared.

Everyone in the conference hall looked at each other again, staring at the blood-red square cloth in the center of the hall for a long time speechless.

"Everyone said, what should we do now?" The middle-aged man in a gorgeous dress broke the silence in the meeting hall with a helpless expression.

"What else can I do? Find those envoys and explain it clearly to them. I can't, I can't really start a war." The gray-bearded old man's mouth trembled a little: "If there is a real fight, do you know how many people will die?"

"Yes, yes, they just came from Berlin. They don't understand the situation, and they are agitated. It's understandable." The white-bearded old man also hurriedly said: "They shouldn't be far away, and at night, don't they want to wave again? Zitan stayed here, and quickly sent someone to inquire! We have a good attitude and will explain it to them in detail.”

"Yes! If it really continues like this, our two families will be beaten to the death and we will lose both. Wouldn't those damn Sorbs wake up laughing from their dreams? We must explain clearly!" The chubby businessman also hurriedly stated his position.

"Well, this box of gold marks may not be enough. Go to the treasury and transfer some more. Those messengers are also human. If they have enough money to put out, they are willing to listen to our explanation after all." The white-bearded old man added.

"No, no, this is not enough! Let's explain things clearly first, and then make a statement, we will help them deal with the Sorbs together, send people, money, and effort, and let those damn Sorbs pay the price! "The white beard old man also expressed his thoughts.

"Yes, it's all their fault! Otherwise, why did we get to where we are now? We have to cooperate with them, and we will benefit from cooperation! The Sorbs are now in a mess, and they are much easier to deal with." The middle-aged man in a gorgeous dress sighed: "This The German Communist Party is really powerful. Even Neumann can't stop this roar. He is still a deputy minister, so powerful. Wait for their big troops, ministers, party leaders And so on, plus those thousands of members, we may not be able to beat it."

"Yes, yes, we can't fight them. Our family has a great cause, and it's hard to hide. There are so many old and weak women and children. If we really fight, even if we win, it will be a miserable victory. The loss is too great, the loss is too great, we can't Hit!" The chubby businessman also expressed fear on his face, expressing his opinion repeatedly.

"Yes, I admit that I was wrong. This German Communist Party is indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. This roar must be the legendary sonic martial arts. The sonic martial arts are very magical. Although he is not as good as me, he can rely on this Martial arts, he is invincible at the same level!" Neumann, the number one Jewish master, also frowned: "And, judging from this, maybe there are masters in their organization, and we don't have the advantage. Although I am not afraid, But if there is a fight."

"Yes! You must not fight!" The old man with a white beard ordered loudly: "Barani, hurry up and find someone! Mobilize your friends and find the five envoys! Just go to the treasury to withdraw the money, find them, and report back ! Then I personally took people to explain to them!"

The young man named Barani ran out the door without saying a word, and began to initiate relationships to find someone.

The meeting room continued to discuss details, and several Jews who fled from Berlin were also called in for questioning, and several boxes of gold marks were brought in.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but until it got dark, no news came back.

The young man Barani didn't come back until the middle of the month, with a haggard face and a very hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, elders, we searched all over the city, but we couldn't find those messengers! "

(End of this chapter)