Iron Cross Fire

Early the next morning, Kuster took his people to communicate with Hindenburg.

Unexpectedly, what he met was not Hindenburg, but Ludendorff.

Just when Kuster was about to ask, Ludendorff stood up, waved his hand, and said first:

"Marshal Hindenburg has important matters to deal with and is very busy, so he cannot meet you, but you can talk to me."

Kuster didn't care. After letting the guard beside him go out, he looked around again, and then moved a chair out from under the table.

"You know, Russia has been very lively recently, so which party do you think is better for being in power?"

Ludendorff fiddled with a few pieces of paper in his hand without even raising his head, apparently not caring.

"Oh? That's really interesting. Hmm... How should I put it? Before the war was over, we were thinking about what happened after the war. Hmm... It's really interesting. Sure enough, you people who were born and raised in the north are the same as We are different with ordinary people’s thinking.”

Kuster spoke intermittently, seeming to be teasing and sarcastic, but mostly wanting to change the subject.

Ludendorff seemed to be aroused, and finally raised his head to take a look, and sneered. He put down the messy paper in his hand, unfolded it, handed it to Kuster, and reminded:

"These were Russian surrender documents, but they were almost always fake - intelligence told us that the Russians had no intention of surrendering at all, they just wanted to put us in and beat the dogs."

Kuster took the paper and turned it over carefully, trying to spot anything fishy.

"Is it possible that General Custer can't see that? Then I can see that there is a slight discrepancy between your military strength and your political acumen, General."

As soon as I took a fancy to it, the troublemakers came. Ludendorff held the table, leaned forward, and pressed towards Kuster, sarcastically saying with some contempt.

"Then you may not know that my troops have arrived south of Moscow, which is less than a hundred miles away. You certainly won't know, but the Russians know it very well! Your work attitude needs to be criticized on this point, You don’t even know this.”

Kuster retorted in the same tone, but what he got in exchange was not Ludendorff's anger, but ecstasy, a kind of ecstasy that finally caught people's tricks:

"That's great! It just so happens that my troops are also about fifty kilometers west of Moscow. We can join forces to attack from both sides and turn Moscow into our bargaining chip on the negotiation table! You are truly worthy of General Kuster! You are I am the most trustworthy Austrian!”

Before Kuster could figure out what was going on, Ludendorff tore most of the surrender letter from Russia in half, leaving only a blank piece of paper of the same size, waving it and saying to the people outside the door:

"Quick! Order the troops to attack immediately."

He turned his head again, holding Kuster's shoulders with both hands, and said with trusting eyes:

"General Kuster, this is an extremely critical battle. I hope you will not disappoint my expectations and actively join me in the attack."

After that, Ludendorff patted his coat, put on his military hat and hurried out of the door, leaving Kuster alone in the room.

After standing for more than two minutes, I felt soreness in my legs before I realized what I was doing.

His face twisted and he grinded his teeth heavily. But obviously he couldn't calm down his anger. He smashed everything in the room to pieces. After a while to relieve his anger, he threw down his hat, walked out and said to the guards:

"Use the German telegraph. Send the order and the troops march north. If there is gunfire, they will immediately speed up and rush to the battlefield."

One guard immediately stayed to communicate with the German radioman, and the rest followed Kuster to the headquarters.

It was my previous experience again, riding a horse with a horse and running a marathon without a horse. It took nearly twelve hours before they arrived.

Kuster, who was walking at the front, realized something was wrong. After all, he had asked all the troops to attack, but there were not a single tent missing. Instead, there were hundreds more, which made people wonder what was going on.

Could it be that the house was robbed? Kuster was suspicious, jumped off his horse, took out the gun from his waist, and moved forward cautiously. The guards behind him also followed suit, dismounting their horses and raising their guns on guard.

However, they walked nearly a hundred steps without seeing anyone.

Through the bushes in front of me, I could vaguely see a few people eating, drinking and having fun very indulgently. And looking at the military uniforms, they were Austrian soldiers.

Kuster rushed out angrily, shouting as he walked:

"What are you doing! Didn't I ask you to attack?"

The few people were stopped by this shout, and their movements quickly stopped. They stood on the ground and were scolded by Kuster with their heads held high.

The movement quickly attracted many people, including some officers. He came out and explained:

"General, I'm very sorry! Because that telegram came from the German garrison, we really didn't expect that it was actually your handwriting. We always know that General, you are very cautious and never step out of the headquarters, so we are used to it. You mistook this telegram as a pretense for the Germans to trick us into attacking. You went out today without telling us where you were going, and when you came back, you beat and scolded the unsuspecting soldiers. It's really too much."

"That's right! I didn't tell you, so I'm taking the blame! But don't you take a look, who has the most power with me? Me! And don't they seem to know? I'm usually a coward, good guy, I'm leaving Once the true colors are revealed, how can we spoil them if we don’t deal with them?”

Kust was quite ruthless and scolded the officers, who had no choice but to leave in shame.

He continued to scold them for a while, and seeing that they were still in the same scolded state, he felt a little bored, so he turned around and left, and issued an order to attack.

Then the huge army took action, like a complex gear turning, urging the war machine to roll towards Moscow.

However, the soldiers on the road were a little curious. The order clearly said that there would be gunfire, but they didn't hear a single sound.

Over time, even Kust became a little suspicious. Eighteen hours passed, and he hadn't slept for a day and a half, but he couldn't hear any gunfire.

Walking all the way to the outside of Moscow, the Russians inside saw that there were several tanks in the mighty army as pioneers, and they stretched out their hands without hesitation and gave up resistance.

The leading Russians also presented hundreds of corpses. According to them, they were the remaining Russian nobles and capitalists who wanted to resist. Listening to their ups and downs of words and looking at their behavior, it was as if - if the Russian citizens were not unwilling to make meaningless sacrifices and cut the nobles with their own hands, Kuster's army would probably have been annihilated by the tough guys!

Kuster nodded and affirmed their achievements, but he kept looking at them with contempt and was unwilling to look at them straight in the eye.

Kuster and his army marched swaggeringly on the streets of Moscow, stood on a high platform, and held a simple military parade.

Looking at the soldiers below the stage, Kuster was secretly happy, but soon he had to face another thing - the Germans were coming to grab food.

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