Danze, which was later called Gdansk. Two days ago, the German team of this city was driven away by the autumn wind swept away fallen leaves by the Jewish People's Liberation Army, and then the Jews became the owner of the city.

"Have you found traces of the High Seas Fleet?"

Basilev walked anxiously in Pavel's office, occasionally raising his telescope to look into the direction of the sea.

For this veteran, the High Seas Fleet is an old opponent. Since the outbreak of the First World War, both sides have been fighting back and forth in the Baltic bathtub. Of course, the Baltic Fleet has achieved certain results. For example, the current storm Kolchak has shown his talent for playing with water mines, which has caused the Germans several times.

Of course, overall, the Baltic Fleet is incomparable to the high seas fleet. One is tall, handsome and rich. The Baltic Fleet has done the most in recent years to lay mines or minesweep. There have been almost no head-on naval battles, and they are all small fights.

Perhaps for every officer of the Baltic Fleet, annihilation of the High Sea Fleet is just a dream. As for capturing the High Sea Fleet, it is simply a dream while dreaming.

But now, Li Xiaofeng told Basilev that he would capture the main force of the High Seas Fleet. To be honest, the old man thought at first that someone was crazy, or he had drunk too much inferior vodka and had hallucinations.

It was not until someone repeatedly called him to gather elite soldiers and generals to go to Danze that he began to pay attention. However, on the way to Danze, he was still full of doubts. He was a little worried that he would be a meat bun and beat a dog without going back.

But when he arrived at Danze, the situation was better than he thought. The Jewish army took the city almost without bloodshed. If it weren't for the Jewish soldiers patrolling the streets reminding him that the city had changed its owner, he wouldn't see any sign of fighting.

It has to be said that the organizational ability of the Jews is still very strong. Although most Jews in the world are not optimistic about the Konisberg Uprising and believe that the uprising will soon be ruthlessly suppressed by the Germans. This so-called uprising is just an absolute farce!

At least Weizmann has always been promoting this to his compatriots. Whenever Jews ask him about Konysburg and Pavel, Weizmann always acts very emotional - angry, ridiculed, and ridiculed. If you only listen to him, I am afraid that the Konysburg uprising has been strangled for a hundred times, and Pavel has been killed more than ten or eight times.

Fortunately, Ben Gurion is not as extreme as Weizmann. Although he could not openly destroy Weizmann's station and go against him, he hinted that those compatriots who were interested in the Konysburg uprising, especially the financial backer of the Jewish consortium, Konysburg, are worth visiting. Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you know what the situation is.

Although many people choose to believe in Weizmann, there will always be people who go to Konesburg to see it with their own eyes according to Ben Gurion's encouragement. Lies are like soap bubbles, and they break as soon as they touch them. The Jews who arrived in Konesburg immediately discovered that the vitality and enthusiasm displayed by Konesburg were a hundred times stronger than the decadent Zion organization. When the Jewish National Liberation Army continued to expand its results and swept across East Prussia. When they were advancing towards the hinterland of West Prussia and Poland, fools knew how ridiculous what Weizmann said was.

The Jews, whose enthusiasm was greatly stimulated, continued to pour into Konisburg, bringing not only groups of young and middle-aged people, but also hundreds of millions of economic support and various specialized technical talents.

The Jews, who were rational, meticulous and good at managing finances, quickly managed their territory in an orderly manner. With their efforts, East Prussia quickly recovered stability. In comparison, the Bolsheviks or vulgar polar bears were really not good at this kind of work, or they were better at destruction. So in the same war, the situation in Russia and East Prussia was one of heaven and the other was hell.

Basilev was deeply touched by this. As a patriot, although he chose to serve the Bolsheviks, he also had some complaints about some of the Communist Party's practices. He even wanted to write letters to his superiors, suggesting that they learn from the Jews.

Of course, this is just a joke. Basilev was just a little emotional, and quickly adjusted his emotions and asked, "Where will you attack next?"

Basilev had been in revolutionary Russia for more than a year and had a preliminary understanding of the Bolsheviks' plans. He knew that the Bolsheviks had great hope for the German revolution. If the Jews could cooperate with the German revolution and continue to march towards Berlin, this would be quite beneficial to the revolution.

He did not know much about the internal struggles of the Bolsheviks and was naive to believe that seizing the high seas fleet was also part of the cooperation in carrying out the German revolution. At that time, three-pronged approaches will be taken, and are you still worried that Germany will not be in a state of chaos?

Pavel looked up at him and replied calmly: "Next we will consolidate our territory and strengthen our army."

"Why?" Basilev wondered if he had heard it wrong. The current situation of you Jews is very good. It is the time to chase the remaining bravery and how can you shrink your eggs?

Pavel really couldn't explain the political matters to a warrior, and from a purely military perspective, the Jewish People's Liberation Army is now taking too much steps. According to a certain immortal, it is easy to get the eggs.

Pavel didn't want to be frustrated, and he didn't want the hard-earned good situation to be ruined. So he agreed and happily accepted the advice of a certain immortal, controlled his pace, and did not rush to achieve success, especially not blindly marching towards the hinterland of Germany or Warsaw.

Why did Li Xiaofeng make such a suggestion? Is it just because he is unwilling to give in? Surely not. If the cooperation of the Jews can really solve the German revolution, Li Xiaofeng is also willing to cooperate. The problem is that the result is the opposite. Letting the Jews cooperate is more likely to be buried with the German revolution.

As can be seen from the situation of the high seas fleet, the German officials are still quite persistent in orders. Even if they don’t like Albert’s Provisional Government very much, they will still obey their orders. This is true for the navy and the army, think about it. How many armies did Germany have at this time?

Before, it was because of the chaos in the country. The power of the army, the killing machine, was not fully exerted. Once the bourgeoisie and the Juncker landlords stood on the side of the Albert Provisional Government, the killing machine would start again and crush all the opposition with amazing efficiency. This has been the case in history. The masses and some soldiers mobilized by the German Communist Party were vulnerable to the elite killing machine and they would stop in minutes.

The Jews had taken a lot of advantages before, but to be honest, it mainly caught the Germans off guard. Moreover, East Prussia is still some distance from the hinterland of Germany. The million elite German soldiers on the front line are temporarily out of reach. Moreover, Pisusky's joining greatly distracted the Germans.

It must be seen that the Jewish soldiers are still very different from the German regular army in terms of quantity and quality. Fighting with the German regular army is to hit stones with eggs. Li Xiaofeng still hopes to build a firewall in Poland? Naturally, he is unwilling to throw the precious Jewish vitality into the German pit to be buried with him.

Now that a piece of land has been enclosed, it is time to quickly prepare the army to accumulate strength. What is the point of blindly greedy for the whole world? Look at the so-called army that has expanded in the short term in history. Not to mention the distance, just talk about Kolchak and Bissusky. These two people once claimed to have hundreds of thousands of troops. But once they fought with the regular army, they were defeated back to their original form in minutes.

The so-called army of hundreds of thousands is not as effective as hundreds of thousands of pigs. At least the second senior brother can kill and eat meat. However, the so-called army of people only eat but not work!

Li Xiaofeng was naturally not interested in raising pigs, and the Jews were not interested in raising pigs. So it was very important to judge the situation. Anyway, if the Germans can not provoke them for the time being, they would not provoke them. Let Trotsky play with the Germans for a month or two. Fight for some time. When the time is right, find trouble for the Poles first and pinch a soft persimmon first!

Maybe some comrades would say that Li Xiaofeng is too wishful thinking. You have attacked the high seas fleet and still hope to stay out of it?

The words are true, but the High Seas Fleet Gods are already abandoned for the Albert Provisional Government, the bourgeoisie and Junker landlords who supported him to power, and are completely abandoned. Li Xiaofeng just plundered the High Seas Fleet completely, and the only thing that is even more angry is the Allies Group. After all, this is picking their peaches, right?

Of course, this peach is really hard to pick. The Germans' attention to details has led to the exposure of Karpovich's identity. Even the future ace spy himself thinks it is a bad luck.

Facing the questioning of Von Ruit, facing a murderous group of De**, especially Mesnier's slightly proud expression, Kalpovich thought of death. As a glorious Bolshevik, an agent engaged in secret work, he must not be captured. It is not only a shame, but also a possibility of causing trouble to the party. The only thing Kalpovich needs to think about is how to die more meaningful.

How great would it be if there was a grenade? This is the real thought in Karpovich's mind at this moment. He died with these German devils, and he would have to take them back even if he died!

The problem is that Kalpovich has no grenades, no explosive packs, and even no pistols. According to a certain immortal, a successful spy does not need to use weapons at all. If you need to use it, it proves that you have been exposed and have failed.

Before, Kalpovich agreed with this, but now he really wants a pistol, and it would be even better to have a heavy machine gun!

"Not talking or denying!" Mesnier shouted, "Speak, who sent you here! What is your mission!"

Kalpovich took a deep breath, and the last moment was finally coming. He was about to pick up the compass on the chart table and was about to poke the closest Mesnier to him with this crappy weapon. It would be counted to kill one!

However, before he could grab the compass, the German officials around him had already rushed up and overwhelmed him like a mountain of meat. A few minutes later, Karpovich, whose parts were almost disintegrated, was tied to a chair, and Mesnier, whose ears were bleeding, was glaring at him fiercely.

Just now, Kalpovich made his last resistance. His hands and feet were pressed down and he bit off half of Mesnier's ear in one bite.

"Do you think we can do nothing to you if we don't speak?" Mesnier angrily punched Calpovich, making his eyes look like Venus.

Kalpovich's reply to this was to spit half of his ear on Mesnier's face.

"I kill you!"

The furious Mesnier punched Calpovich again. This time it was not just a star-eyed look. He almost passed away in pain.

"I warn you. Tell me quickly. Otherwise, we have a hundred ways to let you speak!" Von Ruit also threatened viciously.

Karpovich was sneering, and when he joined the Bolsheviks and when he joined the underground work, he had already sacrificed his life.

"This guy is a hard guy! He must give him some great taste!" Mesnier suggested.

Von Ruit glanced at Kolpovich. As an officer and a gentleman, he didn't like this bloody method very much, but if it was for Germany, he was willing to sacrifice his reputation as an officer and aristocrat at all costs.

"You treat him well! Be sure to ask the information behind the scenes as soon as possible." As he said, Von Ruit walked to the message manager and prepared to order the course to turn to Kiel.

At this moment, Morrigan, who had watched the show for a long time, finally appeared. She walked into the bridge with a smile and asked, "Do you really want to know his identity?"

Her appearance surprised the officers such as Von Ruit, but soon came to their senses. Mesnier smiled and said, "We have all forgotten that he has accomplices! It seems that you are smarter than this idiot!"

Von Ruit's attitude was slightly better and said in a gentlemanly tone: "Miss. As long as you explain the information behind the scenes, I am willing to plead for you!"

"No need!" Morrigan laughed and said calmly: "This gentleman's identity will not be a secret to you... He is a Russian, Bolshevik..."

As soon as Morrigan was talking about this, Kalpovich broke out. He struggled to stand up from his chair, as if he was about to tear Morrigan to pieces. "Shut up! You traitor!" he yelled.

But he roared and was pressed back by the two soldiers who rushed up, and blocked his mouth.

Von Ruit and Mesnier looked at Kalpovich who was in the outbreak. The situation was obvious. What Morigan said was true. They were immediately excited and asked quickly: "So, he is a Bolshevik spy!"

Morrigan nodded, looking as if he knew everything: "Yes, he is a spy of the Bolsheviks, and his mission is to capture the main force of the High Seas Fleet."

Von Ruit and Mesnier showed their original expressions at the same time. They looked at Kalpovich with disgust and asked again: "Miss, it seems that you know a lot of inside information! Don't you think you should tell me?"

Morrigan smiled sweetly, shook his head and said, "I don't think you need to know that much!"

Mesnier immediately smiled grimly, "You can't help, Miss." As he said that, he forced Morrigan over and threatened as he walked: "You'd better work together well, otherwise, I don't mind being stubborn..."

Before he finished speaking, Morrigan suddenly moved, and a white light flashed with his right hand, and a blood line appeared in Mesnier's throat. The poor lieutenant colonel didn't even feel anything. He was still ready to continue to reach out to capture Morrigan. When he raised his hand, he found that the dripping blood had fallen on the gold edge of the cuff, and it was getting faster and faster. A second later, a blood arrow spurted out from his neck, splashing Colonel Domanick next to him, and fell to the ground with a thud as his body tilted.

A scream immediately came out of the bridge. Feng Ruitt couldn't believe his eyes. A beautiful girl who looked weak and gentle, actually was a murderous devil. Just in front of him, she kept slaughtering his subordinates with a knife. Her neat technique and ruthless method shocked him.

A few seconds later, Feng Ruitt remembered to resist. He trembled and opened the pistol holster at his waist, took out the pistol tremblingly. Just as he was about to load, Morrigan had already walked in front of him. The dagger with cold light but no drop of blood was gently placed on Feng Ruitt's wrist.

Feng Ruit immediately did not dare to move. At this time, he realized that most of his subordinates had fallen in a pool of blood, and several were covering their necks, twitching and making whimpers about to the death.

"Do you think my knife is faster or your gun is faster?" Morrigan asked with a smile.

Feng Ruit's Adam's apple moved, but he didn't dare to make any sound. He knew very well how fast the female devil's knife was in front of him. It was not that no one tried to resist before. Captain Carl shot out all the bullets in the magazine in one breath, but could not touch a single hair of her.

Von Ruit knew very well that his movements would not be faster than Carl. "What do you want to do?" he asked with a stuttering slightly.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. General. I'm not going to kill you." Morrigan said "comfort", "I need your next order."

"What order?"

In fact, Feng Ruit already knew what order the other party wanted him to give, so after asking, he immediately replied unswervingly: "If you expect me to order the fleet to go to Danze, I will only tell you that it is impossible! It is death..."

Before he finished speaking, Morrigan's index finger was placed on his lips, and the witch smiled and said, "I said, I won't kill you. But since you refuse to cooperate, you can only suffer a little!"

Before she understood what was going on, she was slapped by Morrigan. In Calpovich's shocked eyes, she walked to the message manager, cleared her throat and made Von Ruit's voice... (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better and faster!

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