Battle of the Third Reich

The destination is located in the woods on a low mountain. There is a flat dirt road leading to the top of the mountain. At the foot of the road is a medium-sized Polish farm.

The Polish have long practiced serfdom. It is said that until the mid-nineteenth century, Polish landlords were still exploiting the serfs. The local Polish farms were mostly built in that era, so more or less retain the traces of the serf era.

The truck passed a semi-buried farmhouse with a barn, the walls were piled with locally-made yellow-brown granite strips, the heavy and worn wooden doors were reinforced with iron bars, and the herringbone roof was covered with thick The snow covered the bark tiles only at the corner of the eaves.

Although the house now looks old and dilapidated, from the construction materials and craftsmanship used, it can be seen that the farmer who built the house in that year should have a very rich family.

Swainbach saw a Polish peasant woman with her head and face wrapped in a scarf. She was standing by the well in front of the house with an old bucket in her hand.

Seeing the officers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the truck cab, the peasant woman was stunned for a moment, and then turned around with the bucket and ran to the house.

"This woman probably thought that we were here to catch their man." Greve said to Sergeant Crent with a smile.

Perhaps even Grev himself did not realize that the terminology he used at this time had naturally become us.

"Is this kind of thing common here?" Clent grabbed a handful of fried beans and dropped one in his mouth after asking.

"It was the case two months earlier. Almost every village was arrested. It is said that these people helped the Polish guerrillas, so they were all sent to Gulag." Grev replied. These are all he heard, and Ukrainians are very interested in this kind of gossip.

The truck turned around and turned up the dirt road uphill, and the hill was two or three hundred meters above sea level, but the area was not small. Greve said that the hillside was originally covered with dandelions, but unfortunately the season is not right now, only a thick layer of snow can be seen.

The top of the mountain is a dense forest. The trees look at least more than fifty years old. The truck continues along the slightly dim road in the forest. Suddenly, the eyes suddenly open up, and there is a forest open space in front of it. A huge building in the classicist style stands.

"It's finally here. This is Villa Andrique." Greve stopped the car in front of the house.

"Turn off the engine and get off." Swaynbach ordered to Greve, and opened the door on his side.

This is a very beautiful classic-style building. Four Doric columns are erected beside the main entrance of the Greek temple. The exterior wall is painted with beige paint. The tall windows are also decorated with decorative snowflake stone carvings. . Structurally, it is a square bungalow with a large, high roof, which means that there is also a loft with a large area.

Swaynbach read the data of this building before departure. Originally, it was built by a Russian nobleman named Grigori Vavelovich Andrick. His family owned the building at the foot of the mountain. Farmhouse, this house was built as a summer vacation villa.

The Russian nobles loved vassalism. They had been trying very hard to get close to the relatives of Western Europe, but they were still often regarded as dumplings. Once the Russian riches have accumulated a fortune, the greatest fun is to build a lot of land on the one-third of an acre.

Baron Andrique exhausted his thoughts for this holiday villa. The architects were hired from Italy with high salary. The interior and decoration materials were all purchased from France and Switzerland. The furniture was the most fashionable in Europe at the time produced by Naples. He also specially customized various cast iron supplies and crystal chandeliers from the UK. As a result, before the villa was built, the Andrique family was almost bankrupt.

The baron failed to live to the day of his stay. He died of a sudden pneumonia. The project was finally completed under the supervision of the baron’s only son, Buryak, but in the second month of completion, Buryak died in a horse riding accident.

The villa was then mortgaged by Briak’s widow at a high price to a private bank in St. Petersburg, but the bank had not had time to auction, and the First World War suddenly broke out.

In Poland, even the housing prices in Warsaw were plummeting, let alone such a country house. The house was really chic. The banker simply ate it and prepared for family members to live on vacation.

At that time, no one thought that this war would be fought so fiercely, and no one would think that the powerful Russian Empire would collapse into fragments.

That bank broke its bankruptcy before the war ended, and the banker died in a street riot in the subsequent October Revolution.

Then a Lithuanian businessman won the ownership of the house from the banker’s son in a game, but then his whole family was shot in the national anti-rebellion movement. It is said that he paid for Deng Nikin.

Since then, the house has become the property of the Soviet government, but then the Soviet Red Army suffered a defeat in the Soviet-Polish War, and even the house and the land were confiscated by the Poles.

The Polish government confiscated the Soviet "enemy property" and changed hands to public auction in Warsaw. A Polish landowner bought this beautiful villa for 20,000 PLN and spent almost the same money to renovate the house.

When the war broke out in 1979, three generations of the landlord’s family were said to have lived in the house. The Red Army took over the house immediately after occupying Brest, and there has been no news of the Polish people since. .

The Soviet government recovered the lost state property, but no one was assigned to take over. It is said that some of the administrative procedures are being processed in Moscow. As a result, the house has been vacant since October last year.

"I heard people talk about this house, and it is said that it was cursed by the devil, and everyone who lives in it is finished." Glev raised his feet and looked at the soles of the boots, then rubbed wet mud on the tires.

"There are fresh footprints on the ground, and they are divided into two groups to search for this house." Swaynbach raised his fist and immediately made a tactical gesture to his subordinates.

SS guards immediately picked up their weapons and aimed at the four windows in the front of the house, then the two submachine gunmen alternately covered and rushed towards the gate.

Just as the submachine gun drummer was ready to kick the door, the elegant oak door was suddenly opened from the inside, so that it could not fold the sergeant's waist.

I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a Polish farmer who walked out the door with his hands raised.

"Sergeant Swainbach, you arrived earlier than the scheduled time." Fluent German, with a little East Prussian accent.

"It was you who killed the "Robin"?" Swaynbach asked, still pointing the gun at the other person's body.

"Don't make trouble, "the robin" is waiting for you in the room." The man put his right hand down and felt it in the arms of the cotton coat, then took out a wallet.

"Safe." Swaynbach laughed. He raised his left hand and made a tactical gesture of disarming.

"You came early and shocked us all. This was due to you last time." The man withdrew two banknotes from his wallet and handed it to Swainbach.

"We got a car on the road." Swaynbach rubbed his banknotes with his fingers, and then took photos of the sun.

"It's real money, why don't you trust me like this." The man punched the sergeant's shoulder heavily.

"Who made you have so much conviction. What important cargo this time requires us to dispatch during the day." Swaynbach inserted the pistol back into the holster and followed the man to the house.

"Crent, you are now in charge here, and you have placed guards around you so that no one is near." The SS sergeant turned his head and ordered to his subordinates, then he pointed to Greve.

"Come with me, citizen Greve."

"Who is this? It seems like a new face." the man asked in a low voice.

"The driver of this car."

"Is it a Soviet?"

"It's Ukrainian."

"Why didn't he..." The man scratched his neck with his finger: "It doesn't look like your style."

"I think this person can do a lot of things, don't worry, he is basically ours now." Swaynbach and the man talked in German, and glanced back at Greve.

"How could this place be changed, what happened to the village last time." Swaynbach turned the subject.

"Don't mention it, wait for the robin to tell you." The man replied with a depressed look.

After entering the door, there is a huge front hall, which can still be seen as magnificent. The hardwood floor is covered with a beautiful wool rug, but unfortunately I don’t know who digs a small piece in the middle, perhaps because of this For this reason, this rug was kept.

The furniture in the living room was also damaged to a certain extent. The velvet cushions on the couch were cut open. It seems that someone wanted to find something inside, and a cluster of filled brown horsehairs exposed suddenly.

At this moment, on this broken sofa, a young woman in a woolen winter dress was sitting, holding a cup of steaming black tea in her hand.

"Good afternoon, Sergeant Swaynbach." The woman greeted with a smile.

"Good afternoon, robin." Swaynbach sat down on the chair opposite the woman.

"Hundred tongue, you go up and replace the nightingale." Robin said to the man.

"If you have time, tongue, can you find this boy a pair of warm pants?" Swaynbach pointed his finger at Gleb, who was standing on the side, the young driver's face flushed suddenly.

Greve was scared to wet his trousers before. Finally, he still had canvas overalls worn during work. The German also gave him an extra pair of breeches. It was better to have an engine heating in the cab. Now, I can't bear it when I go outside.

"Okay, you talk slowly, you follow me." The man patted Greve's shoulder, and then took the driver to leave the front hall in a stride.

"This is new?" The woman looked at Grev's back.

"It was the driver I just found on the road. His things are very interesting." Swaynbach began to tell the story of Ukrainian smugglers.

"I can't trust him for the time being. I need to test it for a while. You have given me trouble. I have enough work on my hands." The robin put down the teacup and plucked his sideburns.

"Anyway, it's up to you, but you will need him to send us back to the border later." Swaynbach pulled out the cigarette case from his pocket.

"Are you afraid I quietly deal with this little guy?" The robin looked at the SS sergeant with a smile.

"I just made a suggestion, time is limited, let's start talking about the business." Swaynbach lit the lighter: "What is the cargo this time?".

"You're not going to ask me, why are you so anxious to let you come."

"Ah, that's my second question." Swaynbach said with a smile.

"The goods are all in that box. Unfortunately I can't tell you what is inside. I can only say that this thing is very important. It should be sent to the Imperial Intelligence Service before the Soviet Union has noticed it. "The robin said, pointing to the corner of the hall.

Swainbach actually noticed this suitcase in the corner when he first entered the door, because it was not like the original items in this room.

This is a large leather suitcase that is about the size of a suitcase. The box is very old. The leather has turned dark brown. Two leather straps reinforced with rivets bind the box firmly.

"This is the key to the box." A small key was thrown high and flew towards the opposing SS.

"Exquisite gadgets." Swaynbach glanced down at the key and then stuffed it into the inner pocket of the coat.

"By the way, I just wanted to ask, why did you change the location of the joint, where is the original village?" Swaynbach asked.

"The village chief's son was released from the prisoner of war camp, and the **** wanted to report us to the Soviets." Robin said coldly.

"So what happened later, did he go to inform?"

"I still sit here and drink tea, what do you say?"

"You killed that bastard?"

"Well, to be exact, the whole family has been killed. Although the villagers have no opinion on this, the place can't stay any longer." Robin Moan held his chin in a helpless expression.

"It's a cruel bird."

"What is your opinion on this?" The woman squinted at the sergeant.

"Ah, no, with occasional emotions." Swaynbach stood up.

"Although it seems that there is still some time, it is always wrong to start early." The sergeant of the SS said with a smile.

"You are not waiting for that driver?"

"I have heard his footsteps." Swaynbach raised his arm and saluted his hand.

"Hi! Reinhardt!"

"Be careful on the road." The woman did not get up, just raised her hand lazily.

Greve strode into the hall, he put on a thick blue woolen breeches, a very common style in rural Russia.

"I'm looking for two people to carry the box, and you should almost evacuate." Swaynbach leaned his head toward the door.

"Thank you for your concern, Sergeant Swaynbach." The robin re-held the teacup.

"Wait a minute." At this moment, a young girl stormed into the living room.

"Nightingale, what happened?" The robin looked at his assistant suspiciously.

"I just received news from the radio that there was a fight on the border, just near the village of Busca pinch." the girl reported.

"Damn it! Is this in your plan?" The robin looked up at the SS sergeant, and the opponent shook his head decisively and denied.

"This is troublesome. The Red Army will mobilize the troops to block the border. In this case, you cannot cross the river safely." The robin frowned.

"No, we still have a chance." Swaynbach offered the opposite opinion.

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