Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Chapter 10   Choose Trust

"Julian, can you lend me your Volkswagen for a day? Of course, I will give you all the oil tickets I don't need now."

Julian laughed. "Of course, I'm very willing."

At this time, gasoline was one of the most scarce supplies in Germany, and each car had strict oil control. Zhou Nan originally used 50 liters of gasoline every month. According to the Beetle's fuel consumption, these 50 liters of gasoline could run about 1,000 kilometers, which was enough for his daily use.

But for Julian and others, a car is used by one department. Although it can be used for business, it cannot be used to do private matters because there is no large gasoline quota.

In the past, they often borrowed some oil tickets from Zhou Nan and used bullets or knives to repay them. However, after Zhou Nan's Beetle was blown up, there was no oil ticket quota in the future, so they couldn't take advantage of it.

Zhou You calculated the remaining oil and left him five liters. "I have about twenty liters left here, and I will give them all to you when I come back."

The Volkswagen 82 is also one of the classic models of World War II. It can reach a maximum speed of 100 kilometers per hour and has super off-road and wading functions. It is much wilder than Zhou Nan's Beetle, which can only run flat ground. However, compared to comfort, the Volkswagen 82 is far inferior.

This car has no roof, and even if it has a soft canopy, it will be very uncomfortable in winter and when it rains. The car does not have air conditioning at this time, and the seal is a little too small in winter, which can freeze people to death.

Starting from Arnhem, the distance from Antwerp is about 100 kilometers. Zhou Nan was driving a car, and excited John was squatting beside him. He was locked in the room for more than half a month. He had long been bored. He could go out for a ride, but he had long forgotten his experience of having a car accident.

From Arnhem to Nijmegen, then head southwest. Walking in the low-lying areas of Western Europe, the most popular rivers and bridges are here.

After being occupied by Germany, a thin layer of asphalt was poured on the concrete roads here, with the purpose of which was to allow tanks weighing dozens of tons to pass through these highways, and asphalt could protect the road surface.

However, there is a lot of water underground here and the foundation is very soft. Tanks weighing dozens of tons often make the entire road uneven and the road surface is almost destroyed.

When driving through such a road, you need to be vigilant at all times, otherwise your internal organs will be stirred out. However, John didn't care about this at all. He looked at the beautiful fields outside from time to time, and shook his tail at Zhou Nan who was driving.

The name John is from Claudia. There are two dogs in the family, one is Sam and the other is Ivan, the nicknames of Britain, the United States and Russia. It can also be seen from these nicknames that this is very German.

The plains along the way present a kind of natural beauty in May. In such an environment, Zhou Nan also felt refreshed and happy. Although he passed five or six levels along the way, the German soldiers on duty checked Zhou Nan's pass and successfully released it. In the past few years in Arnhem, he was also a little celebrity.

It took about two hours to arrive at the Canal Bridge in the north of Antwerp city. Zhou Nan saw Hoffman's Volkswagen 92 parked on the side of the road from afar.

Zhou Nan parked the car in front of Hoffman's car, but no one saw him in the car. Looking up, he saw him sitting on a row of chairs by the canal, holding his beloved pipe in his mouth.

In Europe, there are not many men who smoke, mainly because economic conditions do not allow it. But strangely, the number of women who smoke is far greater than that of men. Zhou Nan has seen many women who like to light a cigarette when they are fine.

After pulling out the key, Zhou Nan went down the steps to the river bank and walked towards Hoffman who had already stood up. Before he could get close, Hoffman came up and hugged him. "Jonas, how is your wound healing?"

Zhou Nan enjoyed his warm and strong arms very much, and even the faint body odor and tobacco on his body made him fascinated. "It should be almost the same next month, but it may take a long time to recover."

The last time he woke up, Hoffman left Arnham because of official business. Although he experienced his dream life, Zhou Nan's eyes looking at Hoffman were still full of admiration.

Although Hoffmann was not his father, he did everything a father could do. Compared to Zhou Dazhuang's father, Hoffmann was more competent.

Hoffman, who led Zhou Nan, also treated Zhou Nan as his son, and even better than his son, because now, for work, he hasn't seen his son staying in Hamburg for a long time. On the contrary, he and Zhou Nan often meet.

"Sit down and talk. It's hard to get some leisure time by the canal, which makes people enjoy it very much."

Zhou Nan sat down and deliberately leaned his shoulder against his arm. This contact allowed him to feel Hoffman's body temperature, and he was a real existence.

Hoffman felt Zhou Nan's intimacy and smiled happily. "What is the important thing that makes you insist on running a hundred kilometers to see me?"

When Zhou Nan came, he had already thought about his words and raised his head and asked, "Yanik, do you believe in the prophet?"

Hoffman was stunned and before he could speak, Zhou Nan said again: "When I was in a coma, I seemed to have been inspired by fate. Fate opened a bright window on my dark road of life, and I seemed to have seen a blurry future."

Hoffman's pipe almost fell off, and quickly took it off, held it with his hands, and asked in surprise: "Jonas, do you know what you are talking about? Even God is not a prophet!"

Zhou Nan nodded and said, "Yanik, in June next year, nearly three million Allied troops will counterattack the European continent. France, Belgium, and the southern part of the Netherlands will be lost one after another. On the way back to Arnhem, you were bombarded by the Allied forces less than ten kilometers north of Antwerp, so you left us forever."

"Jonas, you're not sick!" Hoffman tried Zhou Nan's forehead with his hands. "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Zhou Nan said as if he was obsessed with the devil: "Germany will lose this war, but in order to fight against the Red Soviet Union, Germany needs to be at the forefront, so Germany did not lose everything this time. However, you, me, the Hoffman family, lost everything because of this war. You left us in June next year, and it was John who took me to find you in the forest not far away. I took you back to Germany and buried you in the cemetery of the Hoffman Manor. For half a year, I did not want to return ours.

The property was exchanged for stacks of military notes and bonds that could never be exchanged, because Germany was defeated. Later, I was captured by the British and locked up in concentration camps. A year later, I was sent to a procurement team from my motherland to Europe. From then on, I experienced countless tortures until fifty years later, but I never found any trace of the Hoffman family. I did not find Caroline's mother, nor did I find Claudia, Villa, and even Little Leon."

Hoffman's face was always calm and a hint of panic appeared on his face. "Wait, let me think about it carefully, my brain is in chaos now..." He took several sips of his pipe in a row until all the tobacco turned into ashes.

Zhou Nan took off the tobacco bag he hung around his waist and took the pipe from his hand. He unconsciously resisted it, but Zhou Nan still smiled gently. He then realized again and handed the pipe to Zhou Nan. "I'm sorry, I'm just too shocked."

Zhou Nan could not nodded and replied, "It's understandable that when I woke up from this nightmare, I couldn't believe that all this was true for a whole week. It was not until last night that I made up my mind to tell you all this."

Hoffman frowned and asked, "Since you said it was a nightmare, why did you say it was true?"

"Because what I experienced in my dreams has been proven in reality. In early May, I knew that the German army would fail in Tunisia, North Africa, and before the Governor Seth Inquart issued martial law, I knew that the Netherlands would implement martial law. When these were confirmed one by one, I had to believe other premonitions I got from my dreams. I was also scared. If ignorance represents happiness, I was overdrawn this happiness."

Zhou Nan handed him the pipe that had been packed with tobacco and took out a diesel light for him to light it. Hoffman took a sip, lit the tobacco, and asked, "When did you dream of all this?"

"When I was injured and unconscious, when I woke up, all this seemed to be engraved in my mind." Zhou Nan said with some pain: "I don't know if this is a dream or another life. In short, I have doubts about everything about myself now. Yanik, you have also read Lao Zhuang and know the story of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. Which life is true and which one is fake?"

"So you looked dazed for a long time, as if you had become stupid!" He seemed to feel that you should not pay attention to these irrelevant things now, and pondered for a while and asked, "What kind of premonition do you have? What kind of major changes will we experience in recent times?"

Zhou Nan thought for a while and said, "In more than a month, the British and American coalition forces will land in Italy, and in October, Italy will fail to surrender, and then declare war on Germany in turn."

"Do you still remember when exactly?"

"Yanik, I'm not a god, I can't know all the details."

Hoffman breathed a long sigh of relief, leaned on the back of the chair weakly, and murmured: "How could Germany fail!"

Zhou Nan looked at the river flowing slowly in front of him and whispered: "Germany's potential has been almost fully tapped, but Britain, the United States and the Soviet Union did not. When an enemy who almost controls all resources activated its full potential, relying solely on people will not resist steel."

Yanik said uncertainly: "Maybe we can change all this!"

"How to change? You are not a soldier, not a Nazi leader, and no one will listen to us. Besides, if my words were spread, maybe what awaits us would be the gallows."

In today's Europe, the Nazis have been deified. If Germany was defeated at this time, it would only be the most cruel blow to deceive the public.

After calming down, Hoffman asked again: "Do you think I will die next June, or will John find my body?"

John, who was lying in the grass, heard Hoffman calling its name and immediately raised his head, but then saw that Zhou Nan and Hoffman did not move, so he leaned down again.

"What did General Falkenhausen do at that time?"

Zhou Nan shook his head and said, "He was imprisoned in concentration camps because he participated in the assassination of Hitler until Germany was defeated and released, and died 23 years later!"

Hoffman stood up all of a sudden. "He assassinated Hitler! This is impossible!"
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