"I want you to know that you are not lonely. Berlin will always be with you and I will soon appear before you. Victory belongs to Germany! Get ready to win, German soldiers, German citizens. Everything is for Germany! Everything is for the beginning of a great counterattack!"

The Baron's voice echoed in the soldiers' ears, and Hart listened in a daze. When he heard the Baron's last word, he suddenly felt that the blood in his body was boiling.

Get ready to win, German soldiers, German citizens. Everything is for Germany! Everything is for the beginning of a great counterattack!

Yes, prepare for victory and prepare for counterattack! The Baron has returned, and now these German soldiers know who they are fighting for!

That's Baron Alexander!

Young officers, including Hart, once admired and willingly followed the new German head of state when Clore came to power, but soon they found that Clore disappointed them.

What Cloer did made them unable to understand and gradually became suspicious. As a result, some radical young officer organizations appeared quietly.

When Baron Alexander returned and the German government deliberately concealed it, the emotions of the young officer organization were completely ignited.

They knew very well that at this time, they had to do something for the Baron and for the whole of Germany, and in a sense, it was also the responsibility of a German officer.

They knew that Baron Alexander had entered Berlin and decided to launch a bloodless regime seizure, and that Baron's method could bring him unexpectedly anytime and anywhere.

So if that's the case, let's make the storm more violent.

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Today's movement against Klore's Guard Commander Buschmann was just the beginning of the storm.

Puslin finally understood the true thoughts of her brother. Indeed, this road was full of dangers, but she was proud of having this brother.

But now there is no need to worry about anything. The Baron has regained power. Germany is about to get on track and no one can stop Germany's revival.

At least these young officers led by Hart all maintained this view.

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"Lt. Hart, the division commander let you go right away."

When he returned to his defense zone, Hart quickly received an order from the division headquarters. Hart was shocked. It was too unusual for a division commander to summon a lieutenant. Or did the division commander surrender to Buschman's tyranny?

He knew that his division commander, Erederick, knew about the matters of the young officers' organization, but General Erederick adopted a default, even somewhat indulgent attitude.

However, everyone will change in the face of power or money.

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When Hart entered the division headquarters, he had already made the worst plan. He felt that he had no regrets, at least he heard the Baron's return and vaguely saw hope in Germany.

In the office of the division commander General Erederick, Hart also saw an old guy in a wheelchair. He saluted General Erederick nodded: "Lieutenant, this is General Fells of the Intelligence Agency."

"General Fells, it's an honor to see you." Hart had never heard of General Fells.

"Look, you said it's honorable, but in fact you don't have such an idea at all. I guess you are thinking now, who is this old guy? He's all in a wheelchair. What qualifications does he have to be a general?" Fels said unexpectedly.

Hart was amused by the humorous joke, but he quickly straightened his body: "No, General."

"Okay, Hart, rest." Fels also closed his smile: "Do you know what you did today? You caught a general, and the commander of the Guards, and beat him up and tried to shoot him directly. God, are German officers now lawless?"

Come whatever you worry about! This Fels must have sent by Klore. Some of the good feelings I had just developed for Fels disappeared without a trace. Hart gave in: "General, yes, I did what you said. But Klore has stepped down and has become a public enemy of Germany. Buschmann is a dog of Klore. He tried to run out of Berlin and actually wanted to pass through my defense zone. Everything I did was necessary. Even if I was punished!"

"Of course you will be punished." Fels said coldly: "Buschmann is not on the list of thirty-seven people who have been declared guilty of treason. He is also a general in Germany. As a low-level officer, you are blatantly beaten and attempt to shoot a general. This is not allowed. You could have been promoted to captain because of your reckless actions."

"What?" Hart almost suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Originally, you could have been promoted to captain because of the capture of Buschman.

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Could it be that he was arrested by Buschman? Isn't Fells coming to cause trouble for himself?

Looking at Hart's shocked look, General Erederick couldn't help but laugh: "Lieutenant, you should regret your punch now, right? If there were no that punch, you would be the captain now.

Hart immediately became energetic: "Ah, general, I don't regret it. At least I did something useful. You can give me more punishments, I don't have any

Fells smiled again, and he saw the shadow of his youthfulness in this officer full of youthful vitality: "I have nothing to say to an officer who likes to accept punishment. So, Lieutenant Hart, I heard that you have several young officer organizations, with only one goal, and defend Baron Alexanderson to the death. The Baron also knew about you and entrusted me to bring his own respect."

The Baron knew about you, and the Baron brought his respect. When this sentence reached Hart's ears, Hart's whole body trembled: "Really-really?"

"The excellent quality of German soldiers is honest..." Fels said solemnly: "The Baron is very happy to see your existence. He asked me to tell you that it is not only him who is swearing to defend our Germany to the death!"

"Yes, General. I will defend the Baron to the death and Germany to the death!" Hart replied loudly.

What a great young man, Fells praised: "Lieutenant, since you have captured Ernest, the director of Buschmann and Cloer's office, I think you should give you some rewards. Would you like to interrogate them with me?"

Until now, Hart realized that the guy who had his leg broken was Ernest, the director of Cloer's office. He replied loudly without hesitation: "Of course I'm willing to general!"

When Buschmann and his accomplices were brought in, the former Clore darling had completely lost its majesty. In particular, poor Ernest, his legs were broken, and he was simply bandaged and forced to the chair.

Fells, who was in a wheelchair, had a unique majesty, although he was unable to move. He looked at Buschman and Ernest: then he said slowly: "General Buschman, General Ernest, I almost forgot when we last met. Oh, the only thing I remember is that General Buschman once said to me who had lost all power at that time, that I would always be worthy of staying in the cell and never dare to appear under the sun in Berlin. General Buschman, can I return this sentence to you now?"

As a loser, Buschmann had no idea how to answer.

"I am a very narrow-minded person, and I have never denied this at all..." Fells said slowly, "I am loyal to the Baron because the Baron once risked his life to save me, so I swear to dedicate everything I have to the Baron. But I will not forget those who have offended me. General Buschman, now I am the winner, what kind of revenge do you think I should take to you?"

The flesh on Buschman's face was beating. Everyone knew that Fells was terrible before. As he himself said, his mind was not open at all and very narrow-minded, and he belonged to the type of person who would revenge.

What would my ridicule of him bring to me?

"Not talking is not a polite expression, General Buschman." Fels's words interrupted Buschman's thoughts: "You have family, and I can start from your family first, what do you say?"

Buschman completely surrendered: "What do you want to know?"

"Know what you've experienced." Fels said with a smile.

Buschman sighed deeply: "Well, I'm willing to tell you everything I know. After Marshal Ernst issued a six-hour ultimatum, I knew that the Empire State Building could not be held, so I was the first to sneak out quietly. But then, Ernest found my hidden hiding place in Berlin. He told me that Head Cloer had escaped and there were many loyal troops outside Berlin. He had to leave Berlin and regain his power. My mission was to take Ernest out first, check the situation, and then find a way to take Head Cloer away. I had no choice but to agree to him. I thought I was still a general after all, and no one would stop me, but who would have thought of meeting such a bold lieutenant."

Of course he was talking about Hart, which made Hart proudly thrust his chest.

"Where is Cloer hiding now?"

Facing Fells' question, Buschman shook his head, but then quickly explained: "I really don't know that everything was ordered by Ernest.

Fells believed that Buschmann was not telling a lie, so he turned his eyes to Ernest: "It's your turn now, General Ernest."

Ernest said without thinking: "I don't know, I don't know anything."

"It's a very unpleasant answer." Fells seemed a little regretful: "We all know that what you said is not the truth. You know where Clore is hiding. I think what I should do to you? I can torture you, such as ordering people to continue to torture the wounds on your legs, but I'm not going to do this. Ernest, let's discuss it carefully. Is it really valid and loyal to Clore's troops outside the city? That's just your dream. Can Clore really regain power? No, you and I know that there is no such possibility at all. Maybe the enemy will capture Berlin, but Clore will definitely fall into our hands before that. But what can you get at that time? The Americans won't even give you a dollar. Of course, this has to be the premise that we don't shoot you...."

Ernest was silent.

Fells said confidently: "You have a very happy family, but your family can only live in a shameful environment. Because your wife is a husband who has committed treason, your child has a father who has committed treason. What will happen to them? They will live in shame for the rest of their lives."

Ernest lowered his head in pain.

Fells knew it was almost done: "Let's do the exchange, tell us where Cloer is, and help us catch him and his accomplices, then we can announce to the Germans that you are actually we are placed by Cloer, and you are loyal to serving Germany, and your name will be cut from the list of thirty-seven people!"

"Really?" Ernest raised his head suddenly.

"Really, swear in the reputation of a German soldier." Fels replied very seriously: "Of course, after successfully capturing Cloer and his accomplices, the loyal Ernest was hit by a sinful bullet."

Ernest understood immediately that Fels would never allow him to continue living in this world. But even so, he could not let his family be shamed for himself. At least, his wife and his children could still be respected by the Germans.

Ernest took a deep breath: "I agree with such a condition. General Fells, I hope you can treat my family well after I die for Germany."

"I promise, General Ernest."

Ernest no longer hides anything: "Clouer escaped from the hidden secret passage with us. He was originally hiding in Brandenburg Park, but later moved to the area of ​​Berchardonberg. There, Clouer summoned two hundred loyal armed forces, and Wolf and other a group of officials appointed by him were also there. They also had a radio station that could directly contact the Allied General Command. After contacting, Clouer received the order to find ways to leave Berlin...."

"Enough, there's no need to say these words." Fels suddenly interrupted Ernest.

But these words still fell into Hart's ears. He looked at General Erederick in surprise, but found that the general was as surprised as himself.

God, a German head of state, actually kept in touch with the enemy. At this moment, Hart suddenly understood the reason why the powerful Germany failed so quickly.

Traitor - This is the biggest traitor!
To be continued...