Iron Cross Fire

Faced with Ludendorff and Hindenburg who had just appeared, Kuster was very angry.

It was obvious that the Germans were going to launch the main attack, but they dragged it out for so long and didn't fight. They waited for Kuster to come before coming. Obviously, their purpose was not pure!

However, considering their status, Kuster still tried to suppress his anger and said calmly:

"I seem to remember that I cooperated with your attack. How come I am here and you haven't arrived yet?"

"Uh... We didn't tell you when we would take the city. You are anxious, so how can you blame me?"

Ludendorff shrugged, and then his arms spread out again, so he looked helpless.

Seeing him so shameless, Kuster really had no choice but to follow him to avoid the topic.

Kust reluctantly led them to walk on the street, silent all the way, with anger on his face vaguely visible.

Fortunately, Hindenburg and the other two were quite sensible and did not go to find trouble again. The three of them walked into a closed building in the city.

Kuster had the door opened, and a junior officer came out and kicked the door.

The rotten wooden door fell heavily amid the officer's roar, and the three stepped on the door and walked in.

"General Kuster, our German army has a written rule that we need to report before and after each action. Even the company and battalion level need to send telegrams to their superiors; and as a marshal like me, I need to report the situation here to the Berlin headquarters. Please wait a moment."

Hindenburg walked to him and talked to himself. After he finished speaking, he walked out without waiting for a reply. Only Kuster and Ludendorff were left in the house.

Ludendorff sat on a chair very naturally, lit a cigarette, and pointed to the chair opposite, as if he wanted Kuster to sit down.

After sitting down slowly, Kuster could no longer suppress his anger. His eyes were filled with a terrible look, and his dark pupils seemed to be inhabited by a deep abyss beast that could devour everything.

But Ludendorff didn't care, because he didn't even look at it, and was still smoking.

Kuster was so angry that he wanted to hit him, but there was a table about seven meters long between the two chairs. Even if Kuster was a gibbon that had not yet evolved, he couldn't reach it at all.

Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to run over and hit him. In addition to his poor health, there was nothing to see in the fight between the elderly. More importantly, it would cause some embarrassing effects.

Imagine if they really fought, then maybe tomorrow's newspaper would publish-"The top figure in the German military actually had a fierce fight with the most famous general of Austria-Hungary. The fight between the two sides was extremely fierce, just like two cruel gorillas, but they fought for a long time without a single wound."

Kuster might be ruined, so he chose to endure again.

With the previous lesson, Kuster would never ask questions first, nor would he answer anything, and he would wait patiently for Hindenburg.

The two of them just stood there. As time passed, Ludendorff felt more and more bored, so he asked someone to bring a few newspapers to read.

Kuster's spare time was very rich. He kept pressing the spring beside him. When he was tired, he would lie on the back of the chair to take a nap. When he was thirsty, he would take out the iron can on his waist, drink some wine, and then have a glass of water. After a while, he picked out several large and bloated cigarettes from the documents in his jacket pocket, and smoked them. While the white smoke covered Ludendorff, his thighs also trembled, and there was a sense of rhythm. Ludendorff, who was coughing repeatedly, looked at him with a different look.

After a while of leisure, Kuster felt that it was still too boring, so he took out a palm-sized book and a gray-black fountain pen from his trouser pocket, bent his tendons, and started writing on the book.

Feeling the silence, Ludendorff was finally able to concentrate and look carefully at the newspaper in his hand.

After nearly ten minutes, Ludendorff's peace was interrupted again-writing a book obviously couldn't make Kuster calm down, and he was bored and made a big noise again. The unlucky Ludendorff thought that retribution had come, so he could only frown and endure it as much as possible.

However, the next second, Kuster kicked over the table leg, and the whole table collapsed instantly, and Ludendorff also fell off the chair due to unstable center of gravity.

This became the last straw that broke the camel's back. He was also angry. When he got up, his eyes were no longer as peaceful as usual, because he knew that for a person with a neurotic background like Kuster, he could not use conventional methods to deal with it, and he had to use magic attacks!

So what was his magic? "Call Hindenburg!"

Ludendorff rolled and crawled out of the room and ran all the way to a building 400 meters away. He bet that since he became a general, this was the first time that he had consumed so much physical energy.

The Germans inside were so surprised to see their general rushing and bumping.

Before he could react, Ludendorff connected the phone with Hindenburg.

Hindenburg, who had just woken up, thought the matter was done, and didn't care about Ludendorff's anxious tone on the phone. He washed his face and went out.

When he entered the previous house, he saw that only Kuster was sitting on a chair leisurely, and there was a collapsed and broken table next to him. He immediately felt something was wrong.

Kuster heard the voice, glanced and saw that the person who came was not Ludendorff, so he didn't care.

"Please sit down, Marshal."

Although Kuster's tone was very polite, Hindenburg heard a voice that could not be refused, so he had to sit down. Then Kuster's muddy voice came again:

"Marshal, now that the annoying guy is gone, we can talk without worry."

Hindenburg heard the trick and understood that he was talking about Ludendorff, so his expression was a little strange. He shrugged regretfully and said in a rhythmic way:

"Ah~ I know, that guy is really annoying, forget it, let's not talk about it so much. Ah... Come on! Respected great General Kuster, let's talk about what we need to deal with now."

"You go first, what are your plans?"

"I have to tell you a bad news, the spiritual leader of the Russian Communist Party - the big bald man! He ran away from Switzerland a few days ago, and what's more terrible is that some red elements in our country took the initiative to open a way for him to go to Russia."

Hindenburg leaned forward, tiptoed on the ground, and gradually got out of the chair. His face was full of expressions. Sometimes he pretended to be a ghost to scare people, and sometimes he pretended to be loud and called someone's name directly, which was very funny.

Kuster seemed to have met a fellow traveler. He immediately stood up and spread his hands, as if he wanted to give Hindenburg a warm hug.

Hindenburg also stretched out his hands and gave Kuster a real hug at close range.

He asked happily:

"The Red Disaster is coming. Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? It's rare to meet a soldier who is as frank as me. I can't even be happy!"

Kuster laughed up to the sky, and Hindenburg also stiffly echoed him. The two of them laughed eerie laughter in broad daylight, turning a good house into a hell.

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