Iron Cross Fire

After about two hours, they arrived at a town a few kilometers away. It was indeed a city occupied by them, as Kuster said, and it seemed that the German troops who occupied this place had left long ago - this was also the reason why Kuster chose this place.

He finally found a supermarket that was still intact. This was the only place worth seeing in this city. Other places were full of wounds and messes, and it was impossible to enter.

Unfortunately, there was no one inside, not even food waste - if rats were not considered food.

The shelves were swept clean, even the iron plates were dismantled, some water pipes were burst, and many places were filled with water.

"Not good." Some guards backed out.

Kuster did not answer them, walked out and returned to the exit of the road he came from.

The guards did not understand what he was doing, but because of his power, they did not dare to say anything, so they had to follow him bitterly.

"If I disappear, it's not your fault." He suddenly said.

Several people didn't pay much attention to this sentence. They just took it as a joke. After all, how could a serious officer escape from the battle, let alone a marshal who didn't have to fight for his life on the front line.

In the distant horizon, a roar came from the sky, waking up several guards behind them. They thought it was an enemy plane and quickly raised their guns to be on guard.

Kuster looked up at the sky, trying to find the source of the sound. After sensing that the plane had passed him, he turned around and continued to stare at the confused sky silently.

Another roar came from the railroad tracks facing him. If I guessed correctly, it should be a boxcar train.

The people who had just stood on the railroad tracks got off immediately. A few unlucky guys lost their balance during the fall and fell to the ground after stepping on a stone. Fortunately, the train was still far away.

After getting up, he quickly found a shelter, used stones and fences to cover his body, extended the barrel of the gun out of the cracks in the stone, and stared coldly at the distance.

Unlike them, Kuster stood on the ground without panic, his body straight, staring at the billowing black smoke in the distance with cold eyes.

I just don't know what the thing in the sky is. The sound is very close, but I can't see what it looks like.

Maybe it's scared, after all, it only takes a few shots to shoot down the coffin in the air.

"Where is that annoying fly? I won't kill it!"

"Don't hit the head of the fly, hit its wings, that's fun!"

"Hahaha..." The rest of the people laughed.

In the cognition of these people, they sneered at wooden planes. They had poor protection, couldn't fly high, and couldn't fly fast. They were live targets in the air and the pilots' personal coffins.

However, only Kuster knew that this was his new type of plane, which could fly thousands of miles high in the sky and was covered by clouds. Of course, these people couldn't see it with their naked eyes.

And the train not far in front of him was also arranged by him, full of soldiers.

As long as everything goes well, he can give the last order to these soldiers and then take the plane to escape.

The overall estimate is no more than three hours, which is still relatively fast.

"You guys, be prepared to welcome."

Soon, the outline of the train emerged from the white dusk mist. They drove slowly with their backs to the sun, like warriors entering the darkness to protect the sun.

The thick black smoke from the top of the train not only polluted the environment, but also announced the arrival of these fearless warriors.

Finally entering the city, the train stopped as usual. The soldiers in the thirteen carriages behind the front of the train kept pouring down, just like an inexhaustible spring, and it didn't run dry after ten minutes.

The first few officers who came down took off their hats to salute Custer, and he returned the salute as a courtesy.

After waiting for almost a while, they began to reorganize the team and formed squares one after another outside the city.

Kuster greeted the leading officer and said:

"Welcome here. Although I don't know where this is, I am still excited about your arrival - we have many more brave warriors."

"Thank you, Marshal. It is our lifelong honor to fight for His Majesty the Emperor."

Kust shrugged helplessly, and then said:

"It would be great if you could help me build a headquarters here. You know... This place was bombed into a mess, and I don't know why the artillery is so extravagant. I only allow them to fire hundreds of thousands of shells..."

The officer was a little speechless, but he didn't care. He still had a pleasant face and agreed to his request, asking the soldiers to build a headquarters for the "young" marshal while building the camp.

Not long after, the tent was set up.

Kuster said to the guards who had accompanied him all the way:

"Thank you, you can return to the team now, and you will continue to fight in this unit." As he said that, he took out a few pieces of paper, wrote a few words on them, and then stamped them and handed them to them:

"This is my general order. Take it, no one dares to doubt you."

The guards took it respectfully, slowly retreated until they reached the door, saluted him, and walked out with guns.

Kust stared at their backs as they left, vaguely seeing the German soldiers still working. He, who had always been a bad guy, actually felt a little guilty.

But that was only a moment, he quickly walked out, sealed the door of the command room and posted a "Do Not Disturb" sign, and then walked straight to the hillside a hundred meters away.

He saw a glider on another hill not far away.

The people there also saw him and quickly raised a flag.

As soon as Kuster saw the flag, he felt an endless sense of familiarity. This was the big flag of his motherland. The felt symbolized the glory of the millennium dynasty. At this moment, it was standing on the small hill and engraved in his eyes.

Without any hesitation, he hurried down the mountain. Years of war experience made him numb, but his physique was far better than that of his peers. Even many young people might not be as healthy as him. It was easy for him to walk on the mountain road.

As the glider got closer and closer to him, Kuster shouted excitedly:

"Is it you!"

"It's me, Kalevi! Marshal, you are finally here!" said the person in the glider.

As soon as he saw him, Kuster felt a sense of familiarity as if he had seen him before.

He suddenly remembered that this was the "German" colonel who fought with him in the Loire River! How come he has become an Austrian again?

Just when I wanted to ask for clarification, he interrupted me before I opened my mouth:

"Don't talk so much! Our plane landed in a field outside the city, and we must hurry there."

"Yes, yes, let's go." Kuster didn't ask any more questions.

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