Iron Cross Fire

Kuster sat in the command post, listening to the voices in his ears.

"General, the Black Sea Fleet has been sunk. Those who have been bombarding our soldiers have finally received the revenge they deserve!"

This sentence was obviously too exciting and inconsistent with the calm style of a soldier, making Kuster uncomfortable.

He waved his hand, signaling the man to stop. Then he asked in a calm tone:

"What's going on on the northern front? What's going on with the German actions and the situation in Ukraine."

"General, you are obviously the one who should know this."

"But I don't know!" Kuster couldn't doubt it.

"Okay." The man rolled his eyes and said helplessly:

"We are making good progress in the north, and the army has advanced into the Tatar region. The enemy's troops are getting smaller and smaller, while ours are getting larger and larger. We still have nearly half a million people today.

The German army made little progress for several days, and the front did not advance at all for a long time. It seems that they have encountered a tough situation, and of course the possibility of them transferring their main force to the Western Front cannot be ruled out.

As for Ukraine...Austro-Hungary has occupied all of it. However, the fatal thing is that they did not deploy even a single army on the Russian front. Instead, they increased the strength of the Italian and Balkan fronts. "

Kuster nodded, rubbing his chin with his hand, his eyes a little lost:

"Those politicians are really good at making trouble for me. I have to attack them. But Greece is really tenacious. How long has passed and they still haven't surrendered."

"Hmm, don't worry about those politicians, they will all be buried in the same grave eventually. What's more, with your reputation, it is not easy to suppress them? You can make them collapse just by sitting, so why bother to take the initiative to attack. As for Greece, the same A country that is about to re-enter the earth. Since the "Great Offensive" three months ago, the Greek army has retreated to the Peloponnese Peninsula and can only rely on foreign reinforcements to survive. It has no deterrent effect. "

The man was flattering and bowed like a dog, with his butt sticking up to the sky.

"Yes. If I were to replace all the army command with my own people, you, the Turk, would be the first to be driven away. In order to prevent others from knowing, you may be mutilated and your traces will be destroyed."

Kuster said the cruel and terrifying words softly and calmly, which scared the man's legs to tremble. Kuster became even more disdainful. He blew out a puff of smoke and cursed:

"Go away! Thank you for telling me this, but please return to the army and report immediately! Immediately!"

The man wanted to say a few more words, but several soldiers came and dragged him away. He begged loudly for mercy and kept struggling, but to no avail. Since then, the man has never appeared in front of Kuster again.

Kuster felt clean and got back to work. But not long after, someone broke the peace again.

Just when he was about to get up and get angry, he turned around and saw that it was his old friend Franz. He was using a cane and limping in with the help of a guard.

His angry expression instantly turned to joy, and he quickly walked over to ask Nuan Shuhan:

"Brother, weren't you fighting in Ukraine? Some wind blew you over and you came to me. Is it possible that those son-of-a-bitch politicians finally have some humanity?"

"It seems that Brother Ku is very prosperous when he sees his friends in poverty. Maybe I shouldn't be here." Franz pretended to be sad, turned around and wanted to leave.

Kuster quickly grabbed it, his whole face wrinkled, and explained sincerely:

"Oh! How could it be possible? You are my only friend, the only one in the world!"

Franz felt a knot in his heart, feeling a little sad but did not show it. Looking back, I accidentally saw a dozen cigarettes in Kuster's waist. His eyes became straight and he swallowed hard.

"Haha! You like this too! But smoking too much is not good for your health." Kuster took out the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, and handed the whole box to Franz.

Franz only reacted when he said this. He quickly looked away, his face was full of embarrassment, and he hesitated to reach out his hand.

Kuster had no choice but to grab his hand, put the cigarette in his hand, and patted it hard several times.

Seeing that he still didn't respond, Kuster pulled him out of the headquarters. Considering his disability, I personally walked slowly and supported him.

"I heard that my nephew was seriously injured on the battlefield. I wonder how he is doing." While walking, Franz suddenly spoke, startling Kuster.

Kuster sighed, looked at the dirty ground, and slapped his face with his hands, as if blaming himself for his mistake.

"He is alive and has recently regained consciousness. But one of his arms, a leg and an ear are beyond recovery."

Kuster's eyes gradually became moist, and his voice became smaller and smaller. His son's serious injury hit him hard. Although he was no longer the same person, the feelings of his relatives were inseparable.

Franz was very sympathetic and patted his back with his hand to comfort him. Then he changed the topic:

"This is Tsaritsyn. I remember this is the largest city in southern Russia. But now the houses are in ruins and the headquarters is also extremely dilapidated. What is going on."

Kuster's heart became heavier. He took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Let's go to the suburbs. It's quiet and comfortable there. It's much better than here."

Franz didn't know what he was trying to do, but he nodded anyway. The two of them walked shoulder to shoulder and walked quietly outside the city together under the moonlight.

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