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Third Reich:Iron blooded imperial

When the huge fleet cuts through the tranquility of the Atlantic Ocean, when the roaring Panther tanks spread all over French soil, when the long-range bomber swarm that covers the sky appears in the sky of Moscow. "The German Iron Crusader flag will fly forever on the continent!" Lyon makes a promise to the people……

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  This team of more than 100 people quickly surrounded the combat department in the cover of night, and in order to cover this operation, Albert even set up a large number of police forces two blocks away to carry out evacuation and vigilance tasks.

  Martin carried his rifle and quickly advanced, turning right at the intersection in front of him and entering the Linden Street where the war department was located. So far everything has gone as planned, no one has seen them in action along the way, and all the streets along the way have been blocked by police loyal to Albert, as if the War Department had opened its doors directly to them.

  The major officer who led the team looked excitedly at the bouden tree street that was getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but fantasize about how he would look after completing this task, and how he would have to have a colonel when the time came.

  Just as he turned the intersection and entered Linden Street, a sudden gunshot startled the officer, and he lowered his voice and asked the soldiers on the side: "Who?!" Damn who shot off ?! "

  The soldier did not answer him, but pointed with trembling hands to the corpse lying on the ground. The officer was stunned and subconsciously looked forward, only to see that not far away, at the entrance of the combat department, more than 100 people were pointing their guns at them, and what was even weaker than them was that there were two tanks behind them covering a large number of infantry blocking the retreat.

  They are surrounded.

  "Put down the guns in your hands, or it's not just the unlucky guy on the ground who will die." A man in a black police uniform walked out through the crowd in front of him and shouted to the raiding team.

  Damn it, police?! God are you kidding me? This was the first thought that came to the major's mind.

  The policeman probably saw the surprise in the major's heart, and explained with a smile: "Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Ludwig, and I am the commander of the Gestapo." Well, maybe you don't know what the Gestapo is, but you must know about the purge in the country some time ago, right? "

  The major nodded subconsciously when he heard this.

  Ludwig said with satisfaction: "We did all this, and none of their betrayers survived." "

  "Are you the demon they are talking about?! No, no, no! Leave me alone! Please let me go! After hearing Ludwig's self-introduction, the major apparently remembered something, and he became hysterical, apparently Ludwig had done something very inhumane.

  "Oh, you don't have to be like this, I'm dealing with people who betrayed and betrayed Germany, you didn't betray the motherland, I won't do anything to you." You just need to tell me where dear Major General Miller is, we searched everywhere we could and there was no him. Ludwig was still smiling.

  "Good, good, I'll tell you, as long as you let me go." The major seemed to have grasped the straw.

  "Say it quickly!" Ludwig began to get a little impatient.

  "He's in President Albert's office, where are they both, I said, can you go?" The major said cautiously.

  "Of course, but what about your comrades? What do they do? Ludwig pointed to the rest of the soldiers.

  "They? They are at your disposal! You can do whatever you want. The major said quickly, as if he was desperate to leave here quickly, while the soldiers on the side looked at him incredulously.

  "Oh, so you don't care about them? Okay then, you can go. Ludwig waved his hand.

  The major hurriedly ran out of the crowd as if he had been amnestied.

  "Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the major stopped and looked incredulously at his chest.

  "Alas, although you did not betray Germany, you betrayed General Lyon and your comrades. I'm sorry, but in my heart they are as important as my country. Ludwig shook his head, returned the rifle in his hand that was still smoking to the soldiers on the side, and then said to the more than 100 raiding soldiers who were still in place and did not know what to do: "As for you, put down the rifles in your hands and go home first, aren't your families all in Berlin?" Take this opportunity to go back and take a look. Tomorrow I will report to the Berlin police station that if something like this happens, you can't go uninvestigated. Of course, don't tell anyone about today, or I can't guarantee when the Gestapo will come to your house. "

  The soldiers threw away the rifles in their hands, hesitated and walked outside the encirclement, finding that sure enough, no one stopped them,Hurriedly rushed home.

  Ludwig straightened his uniform, as if saying to himself: "How good, you can still go home." Then he ordered the soldiers on the side: "Leave a few people to clean up the bodies of the unlucky ghost and the bastard, clean up the blood on the ground, and send a few more people to inform the general that we have found the rat nest and let him come as soon as possible." The others grabbed their guns and went with me to finish off the damn rats. "

  After speaking, he turned around and walked towards several trucks parked in the dark, and the other Gestapo did not say a word, efficiently carrying out Ludwig's orders, getting on the truck, disposing of corpses on the ground, with a clear division of labor, as if an efficient machine.

  Soon several trucks with two tanks were speeding towards the presidential palace a few streets away, and the traces left were quickly cleaned up as if everything had happened here.

  Miller was chatting with Albert over coffee in the president's office at this time: "Mr. President, when we take out Lyon, how do you plan to deal with the problem of the young strong faction in the defense force?" The young men were trying to rebuild the Army. Miller asked Albert with coffee.

  "I intend to re-recruit the young men who yearn for peace among the veterans, and rest assured that you will be the new leader of the Wehrmacht." Albert replied, and then the two took the coffee and looked at each other, smiling heartily, as if the whole of Germany was already under their control.

  After another ten minutes, Albert felt that something was wrong, and he frowned and said, "What's going on?" More than 40 minutes have passed since the operation began, and a simple arrest operation should have been completed long ago. "

  Miller was also stunned when he heard this: "Yes, even if I resisted, why didn't I hear the gunshot?" "

  At this time, a sound of cars came from far and near, mixed with strange rumbling sounds. Albert gave Miller a strange look and said, "They're back?" You also gave them a car? "

  Miller was also confused: "No, the target of the car is too big, they are all on foot." "

  Suddenly the two seemed to think of something, and said damn it at the same time, and then Albert immediately ran to the window and shouted to the guard troops outside: "Guard! Guard! Don't let anyone in! Block them! "

  The guards quickly ran to the gate and began to set up barricades, while Miller seemed powerless - all his troops in Berlin had been sent to raid the war department, and the troops in Frankfurt were clearly far from quenching their thirst.

  The two could only hope that the presidential guard could stop the offensive, although this was very unlikely.

  Ludwig ordered his troops to disembark some distance from the presidential palace, and then two tanks began to attack the presidential palace as cover. The Presidential Guard nervously looked at the approaching troops with their rifles.

  A row of concrete barricades was erected at the entrance of the presidential palace, which weighed more than a hundred pounds and could block the impact of most vehicles in rows, but the two iron guys in front of them obviously did not belong to the "vast majority", and they easily ran over these barricades and then rushed towards the guards hiding behind sandbags.

  If ordinary guards had surrendered long ago, they were all Albert's henchmen, so although they were afraid, they still picked up their rifles and began to shoot.

  The only effect of bullets hitting the front armor of the tank was to make a "clanging" sound, and the soldiers in the tank were full of bad fun, they drove the tank to a very close distance to the guards before they began to shoot, four 9.2mm machine guns poured a rain of bullets, and the guards were put down in pieces before they could even scream, just like harvesting wheat.

  Soon, the guards were killed to the point that Ludwig could not be blamed for being ruthless, these people were Albert's diehards, and if you didn't kill them all, they would shoot you in the back when you were lax.

  Ludwig looked at the corpses and blood all over the ground, and walked into the presidential palace with several soldiers carrying a black face with an expressionless face.

  Albert and Miller in the office trembled as the gunshots outside the window became weaker and weaker, and finally stopped, replaced by the click of leather shoes, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped outside the door.

  The office door was pushed open, and Miller and Albert suddenly pulled out their pistols and started shooting at the door, but the bullets all hit a black shield one person , and behind the shield is the soldier.

  There are not many pistol bullets, and the bullets will run out in a while, and the two hands are still mechanically pulling the trigger. They did not change the magazine, because even a thousand and ten thousand rounds could not penetrate the shield in front of them.

  Ludwig came out from behind his shield and waved his hand to signal the soldiers to grab the pistols from the men's hands, although they had no bullets.

  "Two, the first time we met, my name is Ludwig, and I am the commander of the Gestapo." Ludwig came up and introduced himself like this, not in a hurry, because he was not in a hurry.

  Albert had recovered from his original fear and said, "Needless to say, I know you, aren't you a dog under Leon." What about Lyon? Let him come and see me. "

  Ludwig was not angry when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Yes, I am a dog of the general, and I will bite whoever he asks me to bite." The general is already on his way over, and you'll see him soon. "