Expedition to Europe

(Forgot to mention, this is an extra chapter for the helmsman of linaaa1985!)

Since entering 1918, Ludendorff's headquarters has changed several places.

First in Avena, then moved to Spa, and then back to Avena.

Just like the frequent changes in the location of the headquarters, Ludendorff fell into serious anxiety.

Ludendorff became more and more fragile. He often left the headquarters alone without saying hello to anyone. Ludendorff's medical staff said that someone had heard Ludendorff crying alone.

Ludendorff's staff were worried about Ludendorff's mental state and secretly arranged for someone to treat Ludendorff. That person was someone Ludendorff knew, Dr. Hochheim.

After communicating with Ludendorff for a while, Hochheim pointed out the problems Ludendorff was facing now.

Ludendorff did not get angry as his staff feared, but calmly accepted Hochheim's advice: take more walks, take more deep breaths, change your living habits, and don't work too late.

Ludendorff agreed to Hochheim's request, so every day after dinner, Ludendorff would take a walk near his headquarters, at irregular times and distances, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter.

The above is all the information Qin Zhiyuan got about Ludendorff.

As the actual helmsman of the 5 million German army, Ludendorff must have kept his whereabouts secret.

In fact, if the staff had not taken the initiative to help Ludendorff find a doctor, the Allies would not have known that Ludendorff was in Avena.

Avena is a small town in France. Ludendorff's intention to set up his headquarters here is obvious. He wants to defeat the French on French soil.

This is a good idea, but Ludendorff certainly didn't look at history carefully. A hundred years ago, Napoleon once secretly assembled the French army here, preparing to fight a decisive battle with the British and Dutch coalition forces in Belgium. As a result, in a small town 20 kilometers south of Brussels, Napoleon and Wellington's troops met.

That town is called Waterloo.

Although he knew the danger of this trip, McTavish still accepted the task, so McTavish set out on the road to Avena alone.

Choosing McTavish was the result of Qin Zhiyuan's careful consideration. First of all, McTavish's shooting skills are worthy of recognition, and secondly, McTavish's identity is secure.

Qin Zhiyuan has certainly read McTavish's files. Although he doesn't know why McTavish appeared in Paris with a rifle equipped with a scope, Qin Zhiyuan also knows that McTavish must have a special mission.

As for who instructed McTavish to come, it doesn't matter. The real employer will not show up. Even if Qin Zhiyuan wants to track him down, he will not get any results.

This also has an advantage. If McTavish fails, the Germans will not be able to find Qin Zhiyuan.

Even if the Germans know that McTavish has been to Corsica, Qin Zhiyuan can also deny it: Oh, he has been released from prison because of his meritorious service. We don't need to track a person who has been released from prison.

As for whether it was Qin Zhiyuan who ordered it, it doesn't matter. No one will believe a killer.

McTavish understands this, but he willingly accepts this task, perhaps just to be closer to Su Mo.

Since the hijacking incident, McTavish has never seen Su Mo again, but time has not diluted the memory, but made it clearer.

If McTavish still has regrets now, it is that he did not have the opportunity to say goodbye to Su Mo in person when he left Corsica.

McTavish certainly knows that this trip is dangerous. It is precisely because of this that McTavish is unwilling to let Su Mo know that in a corner of this world, there was a humble person who missed her.

In order to avoid suspicion, McTavish did not even go to Reims, but went through Switzerland, detoured to Germany, and finally entered Belgium, and finally arrived in Avena after a big detour.

This circle took several days, and it was precisely because of this circle that McTavish had a clearer understanding of Qin Zhiyuan's power.

Whether in Basel, Switzerland, Stuttgart, Germany, or even in Luxembourg and Arlon, Belgium, whenever McTavish got off the train, or needed to take a train or even a carriage, someone would always appear in time, or give McTavish a ticket, or give McTavish just enough money for the fare.

There was no need to worry about eating, there would always be attentive waiters who would appear on time, serving carefully prepared exquisite dishes and all kinds of high-end wines imaginable, even in Germany where supplies were scarce.

Every time McTavish finished his meal, the waiter would always ask McTavish what he wanted to eat next. When the next meal time came, although the waiter would definitely be replaced, the dishes served were definitely what McTavish had requested before.

McTavish once wanted to test how powerful Qin Zhiyuan was, so on the train from Stuttgart to Luxembourg, McTavish asked for tuna sashimi from the Gulf of Bothnia. When the next meal time came, McTavish got what he wanted.

The waiter with a calm expression apologized that the tuna in this season was not delicious. If you wait until winter, the tuna will be extremely delicious.

So McTavish had no other ideas.

McTavish knew very well that although he looked alone, there were at least ten people around him at any time. If McTavish dared to escape from the battlefield, he would be waiting for indescribable misery.

McTavish did not want to escape from the battlefield. Even if there was no Su Mo, Qin Zhiyuan's efforts were worth McTavish's service.

A few meals can exchange for a person's loyalty. This sounds a bit unequal, but for many people, they don't even get the opportunity to exchange.

All people are born equal?

Don't be funny!

On July 15, McTavish arrived in Avina.

As soon as he got off the carriage, someone put a box next to McTavish's legs and left without looking back.

McTavish did not want to chase him to see what the man looked like. He picked up the box and walked up the mountain along the mountain road.

This was McTavish's first time in Avina, but he was very familiar with every plant and tree here.

Before coming here, McTavish had seen the photos here. The photographer was very experienced. He took photos from the time he got off the carriage to the ambush point. In one of the photos, he even took a photo of Ludendorff taking a walk.

Ludendorff in the photo was of medium build, with white hair and an expression of indescribable tiredness and confusion.

McTavish's first impression at the time was: although this man was only fifty-three years old, he looked like he was eighty-three years old.

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Next to a big rock at the foot of the mountain, McTavish found two ropes and a bag of food. This was three days of supplies. If there was no chance within these three days, someone would continue to put the food there after three days.

There was no road for the next journey. It was a cliff twenty meters above the ground. That was McTavish's ambush point.

Rock climbing was not difficult for McTavish. As a killer, McTavish had received training in this area.

The platform on the cliff was not big, only two square meters, enough for a person to lie down. The bushes next to it were very lush. Unless you looked carefully, you couldn't see anything from above, and there was no need to think about it from below.

There was also a dead snake on the platform, and its head was cut off with a sharp blade. It seemed that someone had cleaned up the area before when they came up to survey the terrain.

However, McTavish didn't dare to be careless. He carefully sprinkled snake repellent around and then laid a blanket.

The main colors of the blanket were green and blue-gray, which were the colors of the bushes and rocks. There were strange geometric patterns on it. McTavish knew at a glance that it was for camouflage considerations. If such a blanket was laid on the mountain, I'm afraid someone would not be able to find it if they walked over it.

When he opened the box, there was a set of clothes of the same color as the blanket. McTavish changed into them immediately, which was very suitable.

There was also a gun in the box, a German-made 98B rifle with a four-fold standard scope made by Zeiss. McTavish assembled the gun and prepared to test shoot and calibrate the gun later.

After doing all this, McTavish couldn't help but sigh that the group was so considerate. They even knew McTavish's preferences very well and wrapped three bandages around the bend on the walnut handle to increase friction and make it easier to hold.

For a moment, McTavish wanted to join the Foreign Legion. It was so happy to be with such thoughtful and meticulous people.

This feeling made McTavish, who was used to being alone, feel strange, but very curious.

Although McTavish served as a shooting instructor in the Corsica Recruit Camp, he did not join the Foreign Legion. He was only an external employee in Corsica. It was not that McTavish did not want to join the Foreign Legion, but there were many restrictions for joining the Foreign Legion, such as the one about having a clean family background, which cut off McTavish's idea of ​​joining the Foreign Legion.

As a killer, McTavish certainly had a past that he couldn't bear to look back on. Originally, McTavish didn't avoid it, but when McTavish had concerns in his heart, McTavish didn't want to recall it, because even just thinking about it was a blasphemy to the person in his memory.

How could an evil person stand next to that angel...

McTavish, lying on the blanket, couldn't help but think wildly.

In fact, McTavish didn't do this before, but once people have concerns in their hearts, they can't help but diverge their thoughts. This is not controlled by the brain, and no matter how strict the training is, it can't avoid this.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, just as the newspaper said, Ludendorff appeared in McTavish's sight. McTavish took a deep breath, aimed in the most relaxed posture, and slowly dropped the cross in the sight from Ludendorff's head...

When the center of the cross was on Ludendorff's head, McTavish gently placed his finger on the trigger.

It seems that as long as he gently pulls his finger, the world war will end.

McTavish had fired countless times, but he had never felt as significant as this time.

If possible, McTavish really wanted to take a picture of the scene with a camera, which would definitely be worth preserving.

Ludendorff, whose crosshairs were in the middle, was talking to the staff officers around him. He had a ferocious expression, a flushed face, and was emotional, as if he was scolding loudly.

McTavish only had Ludendorff in his eyes, and could not see the staff officers who were timid beside him.

"Bang!"