Battle of the Third Reich

Looking at the cute loli in front of me, the big farmer feels happy from the bottom of my heart, and looks like a child in a rich family. He looks like he is six or seven years old, but he looks like a little adult. He is not afraid of strangeness. Really I don't know how the adults of her family brought their children. Fortunately, I met myself. If I met any bad guys, I would have a big problem.

"Melce Tess, did you come out to play alone?" Although Gold knew it was impossible, he had to ask.

"No, I went out to play with my dad, sister and uncle, and they rested in the shade over there." The chick jumped twice and flicked her fingers to the green lawn on the other side.

Originally brought by an adult, Golde breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the girl's finger. Sure enough, a picnic cloth was spread under the shade of a tree. Several tourists were sitting on the lawn to rest. A man with a cane was slowly walking in the direction of them.

"Dad! Come here." The little girl waved her arm at the man.

"Good morning sir, your daughter is so cute." Gold said to the man with a smile.

This is a young man in his thirties. Gold estimated to be at least five or six years older than himself. The farmer noticed that this man had thick black hair and brown eyes. It's completely different. The face looks pale and thin, and one leg should have some disability, but the posture is as tall as loose, with an unspeakable calm temper between the steps.

This should be a soldier, probably a wound on the battlefield, Gold secretly guessed.

"Good morning, sir, my daughter didn't disturb you." The man asked with a gentle expression, reaching out and stroking the head of the little daughter who was holding his coquettish waist.

"No, not at all. I'm still worried that she and her parents have gone missing. A cute little lady like this, but she has to be jailed at all times." Golder replied cheerfully.

"Thank you very much for your concern. My name is Scott Ronst." The man reached out to Gold.

"Fortunately, Mr. Ronst. My name is John Gold. You can call me John." The farmer quickly took the other's hand.

"Well John, you can also call me Scott, do you come to Berlin to work or travel?" Ronster asked with a smile.

"How did you see it?" Gold felt a little magical. He hadn't reported it yet, and the other party could see at a glance that he was not a local.

"Not many people in Berlin carry this." Ronst said, pointing to the badge of the Agricultural Autonomous Community on Gold's chest.

"No wonder, I wonder if people in the city don't bring this, but I'm a director of the Village Self-Government Association." Gold wiped his badge with his thumb.

"John, where do you come from?" Ronster asked.

"Herzbel, south of Berlin"

"I know this place, not too far from here, do you often come to Berlin? John"

"Whether you believe it or not, I'm here for the first time. Here, throw it between them." After that, Gold handed the rest of the bread to Mercertas and let her throw it into the water. Feed the ducks to play.

"John, if you can, would you like to come and chat with us, we brought some food and drinks." Rohnster thought the young man was very interesting, so he invited him seriously.

"Okay, I also want to ask what are the fun places in the city." The German farmer promised with great enthusiasm.

In his hometown, villagers often invite strange passersby to dinner, in addition to making friends, they can also get some interesting news from other places.

Ronst took out his handkerchief to help his daughter wipe the little crumbly hands, and then led Merced Tess to lead Gold to the picnic place not far away.

Halfway through, the little girl broke free of his father's hands and jumped forward, then rushed into the arms of a beautiful lady sitting on a picnic blanket.

"Sister Walling." The girl rubbed her coquettishly in Kirsten's arms with a small face.

"Your Highness Mersey Tess, did you see the duck?" Weiler stuffed a cherry into the girl's hand.

"Yes, I also fed ducks and grey geese." Xiao Niu is now learning to sell.

"You can recognize Grey Goose, it's amazing." Weiller teased the girl with a smile.

"It was John who told me just now." Mercer Tess said that she was an honest little girl.

"John?" Weiler looked up and saw the young and strong man who was following Ronster.

"Everyone, allow me to introduce. This is Mr. John Gold from Herzbel." Ronst walked over to the picnic cloth and introduced it to everyone.

"Good luck, I'm John Gold." Gold greeted everyone with a generous smile.

"Fortunately, Mr. Gold, my name is Weierle." Weierle smiled and waved at Golder.

"Kirsten, fortunately." Kirsten pointed slightly at Gold.

"Dougan, good luck." Dougan nodded at Gold.

"Fortunately, Mr. Wehrler, Mr. Dougan, Miss Kirsten." Gold has always been a good young man with politeness.

"Gold came to Berlin for the first time, and I invited Gold to join in and play with us." Ronst sat down slowly with his cane.

"No problem, welcome." Weierle said with a smile.

"I'm very happy to meet friends from afar. Speaking of Herzbel, is it south of Berlin." Kirsten said with a smile.

"It's not too far from Berlin, less than a hundred kilometers." Weiler said.

"Mr. Weiler has been to us?" Gold asked in surprise.

"I used to pass there. There is a big air base. Which village do you live in? John."

"Four wooden villages."

"Why such a strange name?" Dogen asked curiously.

"It is said that the first house built in the village used only four pieces of wood. I haven't seen it anyway, but the old people in the village said so." Golder answered with a grin on his back.

"John, what kind of drink do you drink, we have beer, honey black tea and coffee." Ronst greeted enthusiastically.

"Of course the man has to drink beer, but it's not yet lunch time" Gold said hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter. This was also bought at the beer buffet restaurant just over Neptune. If it's not enough, you can buy some more." Ronster handed Gold a bottle of beer.

"Thank you." Gold did not pretend to be polite, and pryed the cap off with the wrench that Ronst handed over, and then he sipped back.

"How does it taste? It's brewed by the zoo itself, and it's not available outside," Weiler said.

"Good, better than the hotel in my house." Gold replied happily.

"John, are you an agricultural self-governing body?" Kirsten interjected.

"Oh, you mean this." Gold pointed to the badge on his chest.

"I am a director of the Village Self-Government Association. My self-cultivated farm has 90 hectares of land, as well as a small orchard and a pig farm." Gold said proudly.

"How about this year's harvest?" Weiler asked casually while peeling oranges to Merced Tess.

"Very good. The climate is warm this summer. The crops are growing well. I just finished harvesting before I came. The specific numbers have not been calculated, but it is definitely a bumper harvest. In the past few days when I came out, my family may have begun to replant winter wheat. "Gold took another sip of beer and then took half of the sausage from Ronster."

"But now the staff is getting harder to hire. Many young people in the village have gone to the city, and some people have joined the army. I originally wanted to join the army, but there are two younger brothers at home. My mother manages me a little bit uneasy. But if the country needs it, I will go to the battlefield without hesitation to kill the enemy." Gold patted his chest and said that he was also a **** tough guy.

"Mr. Scott, you used to be a soldier. I can see at a glance that you are a soldier. This leg is also injured on the battlefield." Gold poured a large half of a beer and his energy began to relax. Down.

"No, this was an accident." Roinster patted his knee.

"But it is much better now, and the doctor said he will recover in a few months."

"Sorry, Scott, I didn't mean it." Gold found that he had made a mistake and quickly apologized to the other party.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, you're right. I'm indeed a soldier, but now I'm training. When I get back to health, I still have to return to the army." Rohnster said firmly. .

"I said, you look like a soldier. One of my aunt's students is a SS officer. I heard that he is still a lieutenant colonel. It's completely different from you. He hangs all day long and listens to him claiming to be in Cyprus. Some army in Sepulu Road has served, and I have seen the head of the head. The guy said that the head of the head is the same as that painted in the church, just like the shining light of the angels all over the body. He also spoke to my neighbor personally. , Let him feel greatly benefited." Gold said with a mysterious look on his face.

"Oh? What did the head of state tell him?" Weiler asked curiously.

"He told me that the great head of state at that time told him, dear Randolph, to move the chair over."

"Poof" Kirsten, who was sitting opposite, immediately sprayed the honey black tea in his mouth.

"Why didn't you care so much, choke." Weierle patted Kirsten's back, with a strange smile on his face.

"Cough cough cough, cough, excuse me, just choked a moment ago." Kirsten blushed and pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket with a grin and a smile.

"It's okay, I also think the kid is teasing me." Gold scratched his forehead and smiled.

"This time I came to Berlin to find him. Our village wants to build two tractors, but it needs the approval of the leader of the autonomous region, and then needs to line up. I heard from my aunt that her student knows a lot of big people, so I want to find He thought of a way. My aunt gave me an address, but after I found it, I found that the man had moved away. Anyway, things couldn’t be done, and I couldn’t get out of the door. I simply stayed in Berlin for two more days.” Gore De put the empty beer bottle beside him and started chewing up the delicious sausage.

"Your friend, your aunt's student, what's the name?" Kirsten asked with a smile.

"Hilder Randolph, I remember very well."

"Is it a little shorter than you, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a high toe, and a small mole at the corner of the eye?" Kirsten gestured with his finger at the corner of the eye.

"I didn't notice any moles, but you said a lot like that guy, every day with a high toe, like a peacock ready to open the screen, don't you know this person, Kells Miss Teng." Golder stared at Kirsten with wide eyes.

"Turn your head and look behind you, John, the peacock is running here." Dougen's eyebrows shook slightly, reaching for Gold behind him.

Gold looked back quickly and saw that Randolph was holding five ice creams, and he ran happily towards this side.

"Really that peacock, ah not my aunt's student."

"Speaking of course, John, what did your aunt teach?" Kirsten asked while drinking honey tea.

"Dance, my aunt teaches people to dance ballet." Gold answered.

"puff"