Iron Cross Fire

"He is a good player and can display good abilities when used well, but don't let him swell and endanger us."

Franz was sitting on a train. Seeing that he had crossed the Balkans and was about to arrive in the Austro-Hungarian capital, he recalled what Kuster had said to him before.

He turned his gaze to Adolf, looked at it with a look of disdain, and looked back at the newspaper in his hand with a "hum".

On Kuster's side, he was also reading the newspapers of the past few days, sitting in the backyard just like an idle person. The war is going smoothly, Russia's combat power is getting worse and worse, and there is no need to worry too much.

While leisurely, a man suddenly came in with a telegram in his hand. He should be specialized in radio, and only such people can enter and leave the headquarters freely. Before Kuster could stand up to question him, he handed the telegram to Kuster and said:

"General, here's the good news! The Russians are willing to negotiate!"

"Oh? Where did you get the news? Are you sure?"

When Kuster, who was drinking tea and reading the newspaper just now, heard this, he stood up and came to him. His eyes sparkled with excitement and doubt.

He quickly took the telegram and observed it carefully. At first, Kuster's face was still a little solemn, but the further he looked, the more excited he became.

He couldn't help but slap the table, cheered repeatedly, and then said to the person in front of him:

"Quickly, pack up and prepare a car. I'm going to meet with the German commander."

The man raised his hands in salute, turned around and ran out the door.

Soon, Kuster put on his coat and hat, and when he walked out of the door, he saw a group of people muttering something outside the door.

As soon as they saw Kuster coming out, they all saluted to show their respect, then picked up the guns on the ground and stood in line.

Kuster looked at them standing very neatly, and suppressed the curse words he was about to say.

Kuster walked straight to the stable, followed closely by the guards behind him. He chose a horse, got on it and left.

After he galloped away from here on his horse, the guards quickly rushed in, scrambling to grab a few horses. After all, there were more than 20 of them and a dozen horses, and those who couldn't ride had to run on the ground.

Kuster didn't care about the busy stables. He only planned his plan in his heart, thinking calmly on the muddy road.

Maybe he was too distracted, or maybe he wanted to slow down to let the guards catch up. In short, within half a minute, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground could be heard from behind.

Kuster looked behind with some dissatisfaction, looking to the left and then to the right. Several cavalrymen quickly returned to the team, lowering their speed to keep parallel with him.

After waiting for a while, they heard the sound of their legs shaking the ground.

Several figures appeared in the fog, running towards here with guns on their backs. The grievances and anger on their faces were clearly visible.

Kuster turned back and drove the horse forward slowly, and the others with horses followed suit; those without horses were more unlucky and could only endure a little hardship.

However, unexpectedly, these people did not complain. If Conrad knew this, he would definitely be surprised.

They set out in the early morning when it was just dawn and the fog was hazy. But until nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, the bright sunshine had long since passed, and the sunset was about to arrive, but we still hadn't reached the location. We didn't stop during this period, and we came here completely in one breath.

Kuster felt that it was indeed a little far away, so he asked his men to rest and wait until they were full and full before continuing on the road.

It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening, and it was completely dark, so Kuster and his party could see the outline of the building.

His originally depressed expression suddenly became energetic, and his steps suddenly took a step forward, accelerating forward.

As they walked outside the city, several German soldiers came out. They held up lamps to shine. When they saw the man who had arrived had many medals on his chest and the very attractive general logo on his shoulders and arms, they immediately realized that this was a big shot and even looked at him. They were let in without even looking at who it was.

Although this is not in line with the rigorous style of the Germans, there is no need to worry about it. After all, there are only a few people around a general, and not everyone has a pair of eagles. They are obviously not here to fight.

If the general was a Russian, great, another division collapsed.

It would have been better if he was an Austrian, and here they are at last.

However, it was too dark, the city's infrastructure was very poor, and the lights couldn't be turned on. It was difficult to see what these people looked like. They only knew that they were wearing clothes that were almost the same as themselves.

Kuster stayed on the street, looking east and west. Sometimes he couldn't see the corner clearly and would stretch his horse's head to look, and then look to the other side.

Fortunately, his identity had been protected before, otherwise he would have been regarded as a thief now, reported to Russian citizens and sent to a German detention center, and finally had to be verified by the Austrian government before he could be released.

Just when Kuster was wondering where to go, he heard a voice that seemed to be calling him:

"Mr. Kuster! Is that you?"

"Exactly! Who are you and what do you do with me?"

As soon as he heard someone calling him, he reacted sensitively. After he finished speaking, he quickly responded.

The man might have been so surprised that he didn't say anything for a while, and Kuster had to frown before he showed up.

He was a man who looked very majestic. He had a very iconic mustache and exuded an aristocratic atmosphere. He could scare the faint of heart just by standing still.

There was also an extraordinary-looking man beside him, who was about the same age as Kuster. His beard is not as obvious as the former, but it can still be seen as a bit sharp in the gentleness; the forehead of his brain is also very bright, as if it can reflect all the light in the world; the accumulated wrinkles not only do not take away any anger, but also look a bit stable.

Kuster looked at them, and they looked at Kuster. Both sides said nothing, observing each other's expressions.

"Mr. Kuster, welcome, I am von Hindenburg, and next to me is von Ludendorff. We are the main commanders of Germany on the Eastern Front."

Hindenburg, who had done his homework earlier, obviously knew Kuster very well and said hello without much thought.

As everyone knows, Kuster is more familiar with the two of them at this time. When he hears their names, he can't hide the excitement in his eyes.

But the two of them didn't care, they just thought he was excited about the upcoming victory.

"Then I don't think I need to introduce you too much, Kuster. The purpose of coming here is very clear. I heard that the Russians are preparing to sign a peace treaty."

Kuster suppressed the throbbing deep in his heart, made himself calmer, and spoke to them straightforwardly.

Seeing him so happy made the two officers, who were also officers, very happy. Hindenburg walked up to him, shook hands with him, and said:

"Let's go into this room, it's a little cold in here and not a good place to talk."

Kuster stretched out his hand to feel it, but quickly retracted it due to the cold, and nodded. Then the three of them walked into the room talking and laughing.

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