Chapter 366 Purchase from Berlin
“Isn’t it easy?”
Cabrera frowned and said, "Hey, what do you mean?"
"You know, this group of people is paying a lot of attention now. I don't want to get into trouble, especially I don't want to get involved in your competition with NATO." The Easterner said seemingly embarrassed.
"He, if I remember correctly, these people originally followed you into West Berlin, right? Are you saying you don't want to participate in it now?" Cabrera stared at the other party with strange eyes.
"That's the problem. NATO paid a huge sum. What about you?" The Oriental people looked like hawkers on the street who were short of money.
The big Russian man was silent for a moment and lit a cigarette. "Hey, sometimes I think Mr. Beria may be the person who knows you best."
"How to say?"
"He told me when he set out that you would definitely make demands and bargain, and he also gave me a bottom line for concessions."
Cabrera took two puffs on his cigarette, then put it on the table and put it out. "Go on, don't go too far. My authority is not that high this time."
The Oriental smiled happily, "Look, we are getting closer and closer to each other. Don't worry, I don't want any money. I heard that you have several machine tools that you can't use..."
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East Berlin, temporary detention center.
Squeak~
The iron door was opened, and some dazzling sunlight shone in. Guderian had to block the light in front of his eyes with his hands to see clearly the person opposite.
"Get up, you damn Germans! You guys who are eating free food every day!" A low-level officer scolded the old man and asked him to stand up.
Six or seven years ago, a guy like this would never have had the chance to speak in front of him, but Guderian followed him out of the detention place obediently.
Someone gathered in the small square, and the old man found that the young people who were arrested together with him were gathering together, and several large trucks were waiting at the door.
"Everyone has it, now come with me to work! Load the things into the car! There will be no lunch for the lazy ones!" The soldiers herded the men together and asked them to do manual labor.
The Germans looked at each other and finally chose to do so. After all, the Soviets were much more ruthless than the Allies.
Soon they saw what was to be loaded onto the truck today - several metal processing machine tools.
"Your Excellency, something is not right. The Soviets may be causing trouble." A middle-aged man approached Guderian and whispered.
"What's going on? Schneiderlin." Guderian bent down and asked softly.
"Gitemai, Pitler, Index, Glauber...these are the most outstanding machine tool products in the country. The Russians are plundering Germany's technical resources." The middle-aged man said angrily.
Guderian was speechless. This was probably the right of the victorious country, and the loser could only be forced to accept it.
The men were reluctant and their work efficiency was very low. Finally, under the urging of the soldiers who took out their whips, several machine tools were installed.
"Get in the car! Everyone get in!" The soldier raised his gun and drove the men to the car.
People began to look worried. After all, it was one thing to be arrested in Berlin, but another to be sent back to the Soviet Union.
"Sir, where are we going?" someone couldn't help but ask.
"Shut up! You will know later." The soldier quickly scolded him.
The car started and soon walked out of the prison. The car passed several checkpoints in succession and then stopped in an open field.
"Get off the bus, everyone get off the bus!" People were driven off again.
A bad premonition arose in everyone's heart, as if they were going to be executed secretly. "One, two, three, four, five..." Someone silently counted the number of escorts, planning to risk their lives if something unexpected happened.
Thump~
Several large bundles were thrown on the ground, and the binding ropes spread out, revealing pieces of workers' clothing.
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What's going on? The men didn't understand the situation at all.
"What are you doing standing around, put on your clothes quickly, we don't have much time." Familiar German sounded in my ears.
"Who are you... He? How did you get here?" Guderian finally recognized the driver in the cab.
"If you want to go home, I suggest you put on your clothes quickly. The Soviets will probably find something wrong soon." The Easterner picked up a piece of clothing and threw it to Guderian.
Prison uniforms were taken off piece by piece and thrown into the wilderness. The men, who had changed into workers' clothes, climbed into the car happily.
"Where are we going?" Guderian asked as he got into the passenger seat.
"Go west, and someone will pick you up when you reach the Danish border, and then take you back to the Federal Republic of Germany." He Chi said casually, holding the steering wheel.
"Wait, what did you just say? What does the Federal Republic of Germany mean?" Guderian suddenly discovered the key to the problem.
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At this time, He Chi realized that he had let something slip, but thinking that the time was almost the same, he just said it
"You still don't know that the Soviet Union has planned to establish a Democratic Germany in the occupied areas, probably within a month or two, and the United States, Britain and France plan to merge the occupied areas and establish a Federal German government as a countermeasure."
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Silence, Guderian, who was in his 60s, suddenly fell silent, and then his face turned as pale as a blank sheet of paper.
"In this case, wouldn't my motherland be divided?" Guderian murmured to himself, and then his face suddenly turned livid. The old man held his chest in pain, and his breathing became rapid.
"Hey! What's wrong with you?!" He Chi quickly turned around to check on the old man, only to find that his breathing was getting worse.
Damn it! Exactly at this time! He Chi cursed secretly and remembered that Guderian died in 1954 due to heart disease in history.
The events that occurred during this period kept Guderian in a very emotional state. Suddenly hearing the news of the division of Germany made him unexpectedly start to get sick.
"Gemma, something happened! Get the medicine box quickly!" He Chi shouted through the intercom.
Soon a British girl came over from another car with a medicine box.
He Chi bought a lot of land in West Berlin this time, including some medicines. A piece of nitroglycerin, which was still rare at the time, happened to be in the medicine box as an emergency medicine.
Guderian's condition improved slightly after taking the medicine, but he was still in a coma.
"He, how is he?" Jima looked at the old man in front of her with some worry.
"He can save his life for the time being, but he still needs a professional clinic to treat him. We have to hurry..."
Before he finished speaking, several armored vehicles painted with red star logos suddenly appeared on the horizon and came towards them menacingly.
"Rebrov, this bastard! He clearly said it would take a long time!"
He Chi put the old man into the car and hurriedly started the car again.
(End of chapter)