Under the bright sunshine, the small town of Dogo, located in northeastern Spain, is in a natural, peaceful and quiet atmosphere. The tragic battle that took place 8 years ago is hard to find here. The fields are full of lively scenes of harvest, and the faces of men, women, young and old all have joyful smiles.

Two beeps are not enough to break the good times here. On the dirt road in the countryside, a black Volkswagen Beetle raised dust in pieces. This German car in the late 1930s became a "star" with low prices and excellent performance. It was not only sought after in Germany, but also the middle class and niche families in other European countries all hoped to get one. As a strategic partner of Germany, Spain provided Germany with a large amount of basic resources before and during the war, and also became an important transit station for Germany to exchange foreign exchange. At the same time, a large number of

German goods were exported to Spain as deductible materials, which made the market of this southwestern European country full of German goods for a time. This situation did not change until the middle and late stages of the war. However, after Germany finally defeated and surrendered, the situation changed abnormally. As a large number of German equipment arrived in Spain through various channels at the end of the war, after the new factory began to operate, German goods made in Spain continued to occupy the main market share, and even some of the few that appeared before, such as Zeiss' optical products, Siemens' electrical equipment, Daimler-Benz's high-end cars, etc.

The unexpected black beetle stopped in front of the largest tavern in town. Two young men in white short-sleeved shirts and light gray trousers got out and entered the tavern. One of them carried a small leather travel bag, which looked like the salesman's belongings, but no salesman from any company could be equipped with a driver and an assistant. The driver wearing sunglasses immediately walked around the alley next to the tavern and parked it. Then, regardless of the heat of sunshine, he kept sitting in the car.[]

Because it was broad daylight, the doors in the tavern were deserted. Although the business signs had been scraped, the two receptionists were still cleaning inside. The two formal young men looked for a corner by the window expressionlessly and sat down. When the young and beautiful hospitality lady came to ask them what they needed to order in Spanish, the young man with his bag replied in German: "Two glasses of black beer with a taste of Hellingen!"

This wine is not on the list. The hospitality lady smiled and changed to German and said, "Sorry, we only have local oat beer here. White wine and gin are our specialties. In addition, ice whiskey is also good, maybe two of you..."

The young man looked up at the innocent hospitality lady and said in an unquestionable tone: "Then please invite your boss to come!"

The hospitality lady explained that she was embarrassed and embarrassed: "But we really don't have the kind of dark beer you want."

"Then please let's go!" The young man repeated the words just word by word, and it could be seen that he was very dissatisfied with the attitude of the hospitality lady. The hospitality lady with brown curly hair and casually tied with a hand towel was eight-pointed and seven-pointed figure. She probably had never been targeted like this in this tavern with a pile of men. She said "sorry" in a very aggrieved manner, turned around and covered her mouth and walked through the bar, leaving two young receptionists in charge of cleaning to glance at the young man with curious but unkind eyes.

After a while, a middle-aged man with a goatee walked out of the inner room and saw him approaching the tables of the two young men, lowered his head and said in German: "Guys, what can I help?"

The young man carrying his bag disappeared from the arrogance he had just now. He said calmly: "I heard that you were with us before, and I don't know what reason you did to wash your hands. We are not here today to ask you for anything, but just want to ask you for help."

Goatee looked at the young man in front of him in surprise and whispered: "I'm afraid you've found the wrong person. Although I came from Germany, I have always been a serious businessman. I don't wash my hands and don't do it. This description is used on me..."

"Then I will only ask you one question." The young man softly interrupted the other party's explanation and asked solemnly: "Do you still have a sincere heart that loves Germany?"

The surprise in Goatbeard's eyes turned into a kind of vigilance. He stood up and took a step back, looked up at the window, and then bent down: "People can change their nationality, their lifestyle, and even their beliefs, but they cannot change the blood flowing on their bodies. Gentlemen, who doesn't love their motherland?"

"Then please help us out of your love for Germany!" The young man reached out and opened his bag, and took out something from it gently. It was held in his hand like a leaf of a ginkgo tree. The part leaking between his fingers reflected a golden light under the sunlight. He reached his hand in front of the goatbeard. When he spread his fingers, the goatbeard's pupils instantly expanded. Then, in a moment, he quickly reached out and grabbed it, as if he had caught a priceless treasure, for fear that others would take a look at it.

"Are you crazy?" Goatee asked in a German voice.

"If we hadn't loved Deutsch to the point of being crazy, we wouldn't have appeared here!" the young man replied with a smile, and in the sun, his white face looked like an angel's face.

As if he finally made up his mind, the goatee stuffed the thing just now into his pocket, turned his head and signaled one of the male waiters to go to the door to stare, and then asked in a low voice: "What do you want me to do?"

"Tonight please gather the German soldiers here. Those who have worked for the country in other ways are OK. If you can't tell the truth, call up German men over 20 and under 50 years old. We need a space that is not disturbed, and it's okay to have a wine cellar." The young man said slowly, as if he was explaining his tasks to his subordinates in his office.

Goatee hesitated for a moment: "Swearing in the name of your motherland, this is by no means a danger to capture us!"

"Yes!" The young man did it without thinking, and then joked in turn: "Do you see, the two of us, plus the drivers in the car, can catch so many of you? If you are worried, you can send someone to take turns around the town and bring daggers to see us."

The goatee put his hand into his pocket, which seemed just a habitual position for a man, but his hand was in the pocket of the thing just now, as if he was doing a weighing that had nothing to do with value.

The young man with his bag turned his head and looked out the window and said to his companions: "Look, the scenery here is so beautiful, it makes me miss my hometown infinitely... I was born in Bruyck, and my father was born in Lorraine - at that time, Lorraine was still flying the German flag!"

Another young man smiled kindly and didn't say anything.

"Okay, I'll inform you now. How about the 9pm conference?" asked Goatbeard.

"Yes, we have a whole night waiting here, to be precise, from now on," said the young man with his bag. "If you don't mind, please give us two simple dinners, two more beers, and dark beer from Hellingen."

Perhaps it was because the other party's feelings resonated, or perhaps it was moved by this humorous persistence that Goatbeard gave in: "Well, Hellingen's stout beer is only a priceless limited supply that only Germans can enjoy, up to one glass a day!"

From then on until the sun sets, the two young men sat quietly in that position for more than two hours. During this period, except for drinking some mineral water, they just looked out the window intently. The fields in late summer were full of natural charm, and the mountains, forests, streams and wheat fields formed a graceful scenery. At last, the working day returned to the town. The men in Europe, regardless of the country, the ethnic group, almost all had a few sips, and the tavern gradually became lively. Some people spoke Spanish, while some spoke German unscrupulously, and there was no third language. During this period, the goatee did not wander around the tavern, but the two twenty years old were not 20 years old.

The men and women kept whispering to the single or three or three tables in the crowd. The people they spoke to were like farmers, some like car drivers or workers, some were dressed cleanly and decently, some were sloppy and gentle or rude. After hearing the young men's words, they just nodded silently. After that, they saw the hospitality of the Piaotiansi Network inquiring about the continuous time. At about 9 o'clock, these people stood up one after another, checked out or closed the account and walked out from the main entrance staggering. When there was still 2 minutes left, a young men and women walked to the table of two young men and whispered in German: "Please come with me."

Under the guidance of this young man, two young men walked through the bar and walked into the inner room for more than ten meters along a not-so-wide corridor. There was a steep staircase next to it. You could clearly hear the sound of adults walking up the stairs. While they were going up the stairs, there was someone coming up behind them, and it seemed that they had come in from the back door of the tavern.

After going upstairs, the two were taken to a large room with lights on. There were more than twenty people sitting here, and the air was filled with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. The room seemed to be used to store all kinds of debris, wine barrels, wooden boxes, and ladders. People found things to sit, burping and talking in a low voice. When the two young people came in, some of them were indifferent, and some were just curious about taking a few glances. Obviously, they didn't know why they were called up this time.

After a while, the goatee came in, brought the door with her own hands, and then asked her to pull the curtains down by the window. As a result, the room became much hotter and hot.

"I was entrusted to call everyone." said Goatee. "These two have something to say to everyone."

The young man carrying his bag looked around and said, "I am Carl Steve, who is the Western European Intelligence Department of the Imperial Base Camp. This is my colleague Walls Enke. We come with a secret mission, everyone..."

Everyone was surprised by this opening introduction. Goatbeard was a little prepared, but still felt incredible. With the help of his companions, the young man carrying the bag quickly distributed the small items in his bag to everyone present. For this logo pattern that was once extremely familiar and respectful, many people felt like they were overheard when they saw the content clearly.
Chapter completed!