Chapter 360 The Cemetery of Imperial Chariots
Central Germany, American occupied zone, Bavaria.
"Okay, no problem, you can pass." The US military second lieutenant on duty at the checkpoint raised his hand, the roadblock on the side was moved, and a wad of bills was skillfully put into the pocket of his jacket.
"I didn't expect that we came in this way." He Chi, who had slightly changed his appearance, was repeatedly checking the documents in his hand.
"This is normal," Christine, who was sitting in the front driving the Jeep, pulled up the sunglasses on her head and continued
"Germany is now a large-scale trading place. Everyone is looking for what they need. Britain and the United States are pulling away scientists and technological achievements, large consortiums are looting patents and equipment, and private wealthy people also want a share of the pie."
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"Smuggling, gray transactions, and reselling of local assets happen every day. How could it be so easy without the cooperation of these local troops?"
Bang~ Something hit the tire, and the whole car jolted.
He Chi pressed himself back on the co-pilot and continued to ask, "What is our identity this time?"
"Here, here you go~" Christine took out a document and threw it to her boyfriend.
"Mithril Multinational Waste Recycling Company? Is this okay?" He Chi looked through the things in his hands and never expected that he had sneaked into Germany in the name of collecting junk.
"Do you know how many scrap weapons Germany left behind after the war?"
The French girl asked herself: "There are more than three million unexploded bombs and two million rifles, including 30,000 aircraft, 15,000 artillery pieces, and more than 8,000 tanks of various types..." ”
"There are now about seven or eight large companies engaged in the so-called weapons destruction and recycling business in Germany. However, many items on the destruction list have turned up on the battlefields of conflicts in Africa and South America." When talking about this, Ke Christine had a sarcastic smile on her face.
At this point, a look of understanding appeared on He Chi's face, "In other words, in the eyes of those garrison troops, we are actually a group of transnational arms dealers?"
Kristine nodded, "Yes, and it's the kind that can bring them a lot of money. Our previous informant has already fed the garrison, so..."
Bang!
A crash from the bottom of the jeep interrupted the conversation between the two people, and then the entire car began to shake.
"It's broken. It looks like it's malfunctioning. The clutch doesn't seem to be returning properly." Kristen turned her head and looked at her male companion with pleading eyes.
The jeep stopped on a dirt road in the German countryside, and several people in the group looked at each other.
"I told her not to let her touch the car..." Someone whispered below.
Several people walked down, and an agent who knew mechanics looked at the chassis and got up and said, "It seems that we have to find a place to stay for a while. The fault cannot be fixed immediately."
He Chi jumped over the dilapidated mud pond roads surrounding it and walked up to a high hill. A wooden sign said "Schwangao Town is 1.5 kilometers away from here."
"Guys, we're lucky, we have a place to rest, and maybe there's a repair shop in town."
The jeep crawled for another kilometer, and then several men pushed the car to the gate of a small town.
The town is not too big, there should be less than a thousand people based on its size, so a few people came to the only restaurant in the town.
"Welcome, today's main course is mashed potatoes and stewed kimchi." The bartender skillfully entertained the guests at the front.
"Is there any wine?" He Chi asked in German.
"Sorry, beer is limited to two glasses per person."
"Give me a drink, and I'll ask you some questions." He Chi took out a mark and pressed it under the cup.
The two people murmured in front for a while, and soon the Oriental came back with the wrapped food.
"He gave us directions to a car repair place, but everyone should be careful when going there." He Chi said softly to everyone while eating. "What's wrong? Did something special happen?" Kristen asked after putting a spoonful of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
"It's hard to say, but the bartender opposite should have served in the army, and do you smell anything special?"
"No? Is the food spoiled?" Gemma picked up the tray in her hand and smelled it.
"It's not food. Smell the air. Is something wrong?" He Chi reminded.
Others raised their heads and smelled it, and sure enough they found the smell of discarded motor oil floating in the air, which was completely different from the smell of livestock excrement that could often be smelled in rural streets.
Several professional agents became alert and hurried to the car repair place after eating. However, after taking a few steps, He Chi signaled to everyone that they were being followed.
Several strangers disappeared around the corner of the street, and the people behind them hurriedly followed.
"Where are the people? Did you lose them?" "No way, they should be nearby!" Several 17- and 8-year-old youths looked at each other on the empty street.
"Are you looking for someone?" A sudden German voice sounded behind them, and several young people turned around in a hurry, when a black shadow fell from the sky.
Boom! ! bump!
The conflict only lasted a short moment. The experienced former agents quickly took control of the situation. Each of the three young men had their hands locked and their faces pressed against the wall.
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Someone quickly searched them and took out two wrenches and a screwdriver.
It's a bit strange, it doesn't look like something a trail thief should carry.
"Why are you following us?" an agent asked in a deep voice.
"We didn't, we were just passing by!" the two people denied.
"We have no intention of going through your luggage! Let us go quickly!" One of the guys with obvious one-liners yelled loudly.
"Idiot!" "Idiot, you shouldn't have brought him here." The two companions were obviously speechless.
"Gentlemen, there may be some misunderstanding here. Can you let the children go first?" A voice came from behind. There was an old man with sparse hair standing outside the alley.
An hour later, the car at the entrance of the town was towed into a manor, and He Chi and his party followed the old man and walked in from the entrance.
The moment they stepped through the door, almost everyone's eyes widened.
There are no mules and horses in this manor, no crops, and no cash crops such as grapes. What comes into view is a hill of abandoned chariots.
Yes, here are all German tanks from World War II, including Panzer II tanks, half-track armored vehicles, all-terrain transport vehicles, Owl command vehicles... a rough count of at least several hundred vehicles.
Armored vehicles were parked haphazardly on the muddy land. The armor skirts were rusty, and incomplete Iron Cross medals remained on the turrets and machine gun holes.
These abandoned German armored vehicles in front of me were like silent ghosts, lying quietly among the dirt and gravel. The iron shells were cracked. The originally strong armor became fragile under countless impacts and corrosion, and the exposed metal It was stained with rust, like blood stains.
If the Third Reich ever gave souls to these steel beasts.
So these things on the ground now are like corpses that have lost their souls.
The wind blew, and the withered grass blades swayed in the wind beside the broken tracks. The smell of rust and engine oil mixed in the air gave people an extremely depressing feeling.
"God, it feels like a cemetery." Gemma muttered to herself.
After hearing this sentence, the old man in front slowly turned around and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Yes, this is a cemetery, the cemetery of German tanks."
(End of chapter)