Chapter 362 He’s Speech
Several foreigners came back and immediately came to the previous restaurant.
"Hello, sir, welcome back! But sorry, the main course is still mashed potatoes and pickles." The bartender said standing behind the counter.
"I'm not here to eat. I need you to do me a favor." He Chi pushed a large bill to the other party.
"It's my pleasure, what is your request?" The bartender happily accepted the things on the table, the expression on his face became vivid.
"I need a driver who can drive, can you find one for me?"
"It's very simple. More than half of the people in this town can drive. How many do you need?" The bartender felt that the money was really easy to make.
"What if I want them all?"
News spread quickly that several outsiders wanted to hire drivers at high prices. In the small square of the town, a group of men in their thirties gathered around several floors inside and outside.
These people are all former retired armored soldiers, and quite a few of them are mainly skilled in driving tanks.
Regarding the news about recruiting drivers, people were hesitant. After all, driving is so common in this town.
Boom!
A box containing money was roughly thrown on the wooden table. The combination lock was opened, revealing green dollar bills inside.
Everyone's eyes were instantly drawn together.
"Go to West Berlin! Two hundred dollars for a trip! You can sign up when you come and pay half of it up front!" He Chi changed his usual low profile and shouted loudly from a high place with a loudspeaker, looking like a complete nouveau riche .
The men looked at each other, and finally someone couldn't resist the temptation of the high reward and was the first to stand up.
There was no inquiry or inspection. After a simple record, the former No. 4 tank driver received a deposit of one hundred dollars.
It's true!
"I'll go! I can drive!"
"Count me in! I've been behind the wheel for almost twenty years!"
"Are there any places left? Count me in, I have children to raise at home!"
People gathered together with their hands raised in the air, hoping to win this hard-won job opportunity.
"Wait a minute!" A loud shout stopped everyone, and Guderian, who heard the news, rushed to the scene.
"Mr. He, if we remember correctly, you have to pass through a Soviet-occupied area to go to West Berlin. Do you have a pass?" Guderian immediately pointed out the crux of the problem.
As a result, He Chi made no secret, "I don't have any customs clearance procedures."
"No pass?" "Isn't that smuggling?!" "The garrison knows how to shoot!!" The crowd below began to become chaotic.
Guderian asked angrily, "You want our people to participate in smuggling? But you only give each person two hundred yuan?!"
"Don't talk! Listen to me!" The Easterner suddenly jumped up to the highest point and looked down at the townspeople. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at him at the same time.
A dark object was held in the hands of the Oriental: "Everyone, this is a sprouted potato, one hundred yuan. Is any of you willing to take a bite?"
The people below looked at each other and fell silent.
"Yes, sprouted potatoes are poisonous, but these are the rations of the citizens of West Berlin these days."
A half-burned broken wooden board was lifted up, and the Easterners began to walk in front of the crowd. "This is the bed board of a Berlin citizen, but because there was no fuel, it had to be chopped down and used as firewood!"
"Not one household, not two households. There are 2.5 million people in Berlin now struggling with hunger and cold. In order to survive, the mother cut down the tulips she planted, and the girl will burn the love letters sent to her by the young man to keep warm!"
"Smuggling?! Are you relying on guys who have their backs broken?!" The Oriental man insulted the people below him unceremoniously, so much so that Gemma behind him clenched her hands nervously, for fear that the people below would be angry. Rush up. Fortunately, what the girl was worried about did not happen.
"We are now sending supplies to the Berlin area! The citizens there are already unable to eat because of the Soviet blockade!"
"Food, medicine, fuel, people there are in short supply of everything now, but you are bargaining here!"
"Aren't you soldiers? Now is the time when the people need you!"
"Can money buy back your lost glory?!"
With extremely inflammatory words, coupled with exaggerated body language, and with the blessing of collective hypnosis, He Chi was in a state like that of a dead little man possessed by the soul. When the atmosphere was at its climax, he reached out and grabbed a handful of U.S. dollars and directly Thrown into the air.
Green banknotes were falling down like rain, but no one picked them up.
The whole place was silent. A middle-aged German stepped forward, took out the one hundred dollars from his pocket and put it on the table. Then he stood silently behind the Oriental.
One, two, three...
The crowd started to move forward, and everyone was repeating the same actions - putting money down, people walking past.
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"It seems that all the German men are not dead yet." He Chi nodded and turned around, "We will go to Kleinmakhno in an hour. Those who need to explain to their families can go now."
"Wait a minute!" Guderian walked up and asked He Chi, "Is the situation in Berlin really as urgent as you say?"
"You can read it yourself." He Chi reached out and handed over a German newspaper.
Guderian took the newspaper and browsed it quickly, then turned around and said, "Follow me, I have something to ask you."
He Chi motioned to Jima and the others to follow.
Several people returned to the manor, and the half-bald old man lit a candle and led them to the basement.
A rusty key was inserted into the keyhole, and the old wooden door was pushed open with a creak. Their vision suddenly opened up, and what appeared in front of everyone was a bunker made of cement.
An undulating sand table is located in the hall of the bunker, and the centermost position is marked with Berlin.
"I want to hear your plan." Guderian stood straight in front of He Chi, as if he had become the invincible father of blitzkrieg again.
A baton was held in He Chi's hand.
"This is Berlin, this is the Allied-occupied area. We got the expected supplies from Potsdam, and there are also some trucks waiting there."
"The Soviet troops blocking road traffic are mainly concentrated on the railway lines. I plan to divide the convoy into three roads and rush to Berlin at the same time."
"Potsdam is 27 kilometers from Berlin, 19 kilometers from Kleinmakhno, and 31 kilometers from Oranienburg. These three places will be the most suitable starting points."
"We will cover up the Allied logos on the vehicles, use the identity of a third-party civilian organization, and will not take major roads. With such a short distance, I believe that most of the vehicles will have reached the suburbs of Berlin before the Soviets can react."
He Chi talked eloquently to the sand table, but Guderian's expression did not change.
The old man asked, “What should I do if I’m stopped before entering the city?”
He Chi pointed at the suburbs of West Berlin with his baton, "I plan to ask the drivers to rush the card directly."
(End of chapter)