Iron Cross Fire

At noon on September 25, Kuster got up from bed with a headache. He drank too much yesterday.

You can't blame him. Everyone in the factory was as drunk as mud last night, and they didn't know how they got home.

He opened the door unsteadily, only to see Franz standing outside. His eyes were closed tightly, and his face looked as pale as a corpse as if he hadn't slept all night.

Kuster had no idea where he was these past few days, and suddenly saw him appearing in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy. But seeing his appearance, I felt a little worried and wanted to speak.

Unexpectedly, Franz heard the sound of the door opening, opened his bloodshot eyes and said to him:

"Kuster, I'm sorry, I just got an order from the general headquarters to serve as the chief of staff of a mobilization unit. They will send me to the Eastern Front to fight the Russians. I wanted to stay in the wheat field, but my superiors A soldier who should be at the front was not allowed to stay in Vienna.

So, sorry bro, I have to take the wheat field with me. When I get to the front, I will try my best to find old subordinates like Senvar. "

Franz saluted Kuster, then turned around and leaned on his cane, but as soon as he took a step, Kuster grabbed his shoulders:

"What? You are going to the front line! You are kidding, what kind of country would let a disabled person go to the battlefield! How is this possible?!"

Hearing Kuster's sad and angry voice, Franz paused and said quietly to Kuster with his back to his back:

"Don't worry, I'm just a staff officer. I will only stay at the headquarters and will not risk my life. As for when the troops retreat...you know how fast Wheatfield's legs are, plus My whole body is amputated, and the two of us won’t be able to retreat very slowly.”

Franz took off Kuster's hand and limped away, pulling the wheat field beside him.

Only then did Kuster notice the wheat field - he kept his head down and said nothing. Kuster had never seen him like this before.

The curved bodies of the two became smaller and smaller, and when they turned a corner, they could no longer be seen; after a few seconds, even their shadows completely dissipated.

Kuster rushed into the room angrily, kicked the desk away, and various drawings flew away. This stimulated him even more, and he screamed hysterically regardless of the pain in his heels. But he was closing the door, and the house was extremely soundproofed, so no worker could hear his howl.

After a long time, Kuster calmed down and cleaned up the damage he had just done.

By the time he finished tidying up, it was already dark. At this time, there was a knock on the door, and then opened quietly, and Fox's face leaked in.

Seeing him staring at the photo in his hand, Fox thought he was missing someone, so he waited for a while. A moment later, still looking at the photo in his hand, Fox had to knock on the door to signal his presence. But Kuster just glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the photo.

Foxx seemed very anxious and broke into the room and said to Kuster:

"General, although it's bad to disturb you, our tractor factory has encountered some problems when producing tanks, and they hope you can provide some help."

Kuster just looked at him silently, then raised his fingers to let him come over.

Showing him the photo, Kuster asked:

"There are 22 people in the photo. How many do you know?"

"Uh... I only know two people. One is Mr. Franz, and the other is you, the general."

"Let me tell you, these 21 people are all my original officers, but now I only know that Franz is still alive. There is no way to know the lives and deaths of the others since I was deprived of command authority.

Oh, by the way, you may not know, Franz is not a colonel. He is a brigadier general, a serious Austrian veteran general like me. Please change the name for him in the future. He said goodbye to me this morning and is going to the front line to be a chief of staff. "

Fox looked surprised:

"What? Mr. Franz is going to the front line. With his disability, how can he go to the battlefield?"

Kuster didn't speak, just looked at him sideways, with a look of contempt.

Fox quickly realized his problem and quickly said:

"I'm very sorry. I pray for General Franz's reassignment and wish him good luck in Wuchang. By the way, what is the relationship between these officers and you?"

Kuster held his cheek in his hand, looked out the window, thought for a while, and said to him:

"Not so good. They maintain the good qualities of Austro-Hungarian officers. They are brave, but they are never willing to accept my orders."

Kuster pointed to a person in the photo:

"You see, he is the officer with whom I have the best relationship, and he is also the officer who I think is the best, but he also died the most miserably - not even ashes were left after being bombed..."

Kuster became a little sad and lost interest in the conversation. He got up and walked out of the door. Fox behind him had no choice but to remain silent, closed the door, and followed Kuster's footsteps.

Although the night view of Vienna is beautiful, with the city shining brightly, you can't see the bright scene from the starry sky, only a hazy one.

This sight depressed Kuster, and he remained silent all the way; and if Kuster didn't speak, Fox didn't dare to speak either.

Finally, in front of the tractor factory, the bad atmosphere was relieved.

Kuster left Fox aside and walked in alone.

When he opened the door, he saw a worker wielding a hammer and shouting something at the giant steel thing in front of him, which caused a lot of discussion among the workers in the audience.

The sound of Kuster opening the door just now only disturbed a few workers, and they retreated silently; but the remaining workers' interest did not diminish at all, and they were still arguing, and they didn't notice until Kuster walked next to them.

"This piece of shit is so difficult to build. How can it be called a 'tank'? I think it's just bullshit!"

"Yes! Why don't you smash it quickly?"

"That's right! Smash it. Its structure really annoys us."

The man wielding the hammer let out a sullen sigh, and the people around him started cheering, making him even more eager to move.

Just as he was raising the hammer and preparing to smash it down, Fox came running and bumping from outside, but unfortunately he tripped and fell to the ground.

He propped up his body with his right hand, waved his left hand and said:

"Wait a minute, you are simply crazy! Smash this thing. It is difficult to make this thing, but we have high hopes for it.

If we get it right, it can significantly improve the status of our arsenal. "

The man holding the sledgehammer was immediately stunned, scratched the back of his head and said:

"What should we do? We don't understand its structural technology at all. Can we lower the requirements and use nails to nail the armor together?"

Fox couldn't help but glance at Kuster, asking for his opinion.

Kuster noticed his pleading eyes, sighed, stepped forward and said:

"Okay, you can nail it to me with rivets, but I ask you to figure out the relevant technology for me as soon as possible. I hope you can master this casting technology in 2017."

Seeing the way Fox was flattering Kuster, the leading worker understood that he was the real boss, so he humbly whispered:

"Thank you, sir, we will do our best. But this technology is only something we can figure out, and it may take us 18 years, or even the 20s. I don't know if sir, you have the patience to wait until then."

"Okay! Then starting from today, I won't pay you a salary. Can you just watch it?"

He couldn't refute Kuster's words. After all, Kuster was relatively benevolent among capitalists. He offered them very good wages and low demands. Many people like to do this kind of work.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Kuster had no choice but to speak:

"Forget it, I will find a way to deal with some big companies or the imperial industry department and ask them to help us with our scientific research work. Just work hard during this time and don't let me down.

Oh, by the way, don’t scrap this chassis, keep it for me and still have some use for it. "

After finishing speaking, Kuster turned around and walked towards the door. The workers all looked at him with respect and made way for him.

Looking at the night outside the factory, Kuster sighed. He had many things to do tomorrow.

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