My own war game

Chapter 366: Importing Goods from Berlin

"Isn't it easy?"

Cabrera frowned. "He, what do you mean?"

"You know, this group of people is attracting a lot of attention now. I don't want to get into trouble, especially not get involved in your competition with NATO." The Oriental man said with seeming embarrassment.

"He, if I remember correctly, these people originally followed you into West Berlin, right? Now you say you don't want to be involved?" Cabrera stared at the other person with strange eyes.

"That's the problem. NATO paid a large sum of money. What about you?" The Oriental man looked like a street vendor who was shortchanging people.

The big Russian was silent for a moment and lit a cigarette. "He, sometimes I think Mr. Beria may be the person who understands you best."

"How to say?"

"He told me when he left that you would definitely make demands and bargain, and he also gave me a bottom line for concessions."

Cabrera took two puffs of his cigarette, then put it out on the table. "Go ahead, don't go too far. My authority is not that high this time."

The Oriental man smiled happily. "Look, we are getting more and more in sync with each other. Don't worry, I don't want any money. I heard that you have several machine tools that are not in use..."
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Temporary detention center in East Berlin.

squeak~
The iron gate was opened, and some dazzling sunlight slanted in. Guderian had to block the light in front of his eyes with his hands to see the person opposite him clearly.

"Get up, you damn Germans! Guys who eat free rice every day!" A junior officer scolded the old man and asked him to stand up.

If it were six or seven years ago, a guy like this would never have the chance to speak in front of him, but Guderian still obediently followed him out of the place of detention.

People gathered in the small square, and the old man found that the young people who were arrested with him were gathering together, and there were several large trucks waiting at the door.

"Everyone has it, now follow me to work! Load the things into the car! No lunch for those who are lazy!" The soldiers gathered the men together and made them do manual labor.

The Germans looked at each other and finally decided to do as they were told. After all, the Soviets were much more ruthless than the Allies.

Soon they saw what they were going to load today - several metal processing machine tools.

"Sir, something is not right. The Soviets may be doing something." A middle-aged man came up to Guderian and whispered.

"What's going on? Schneiderlin." Guderian bent down and asked in a low voice.

"Gildemeier, Pitterer, Index, Graub... these are the most outstanding machine tool products in the country. The Russians are plundering Germany's technological resources." The middle-aged man said angrily.

Guderian remained silent. This was probably the right of the victorious country, and the loser could only be forced to accept it.

The men were reluctant and their work efficiency was very low. Finally, after the soldiers took out their whips to urge them to do so, several machine tools were installed.

"Get in the car! Everyone!" The soldier pointed his gun and urged the men to get on the car.

People began to look worried. After all, being arrested in Berlin was one thing, but being sent back to the Soviet Union was another.

"Sir, where are we going?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Shut up! You'll know soon." The soldier quickly shouted back.

The car started and quickly drove out of the prison. It passed through several checkpoints and then stopped in an open field.

"Get off the bus, everyone get off!" People were driven off again.

A bad premonition rose in everyone's heart. It looked like they were being secretly executed. "One, two, three, four, five..." Someone silently counted the number of escorts, ready to risk their lives if anything unexpected happened.

Thump~
Several large bundles were thrown on the ground, and the ropes that bound them came loose, revealing pieces of workers' clothing.

? ? ? ! ! !
What was going on? The men had no idea what was going on.

"What are you standing there for? Change your clothes quickly. We don't have much time." Familiar German voice rang in my ears.

"Who are you? How did you get here?" Guderian finally recognized the driver in the cab.

"If you want to go home, I suggest you change your clothes quickly. The Soviets will probably notice something is wrong soon." The Oriental man picked up a piece of clothing and threw it to Guderian.

One by one, prison uniforms were taken off and thrown into the wilderness, and the men, dressed in work clothes, climbed into the car happily.

"Where are we going?" asked Guderian, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Go west, someone will pick you up at the Danish border and send you back to the Federal Republic of Germany." He Chi said casually while holding the steering wheel.

"Wait, what did you just say? What does the Federal Republic of Germany mean?" Guderian suddenly discovered the key to the problem.

He Chi realized that he had let the cat out of the bag, but since the time was not too far away, he just said it.
"You don't know yet, the Soviet Union has already planned to establish a German Democratic Republic in the occupied areas, probably within a month or two, and the United States, Britain and France intend to merge the occupied areas and establish a Federal German government as a countermeasure."

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Silence. Guderian, who was in his 60s, suddenly fell silent, and then his face turned as pale as white paper.

"Wouldn't my motherland be divided in this case?" Guderian murmured to himself, and then his face suddenly turned pale. The old man pressed his chest in pain, and his breathing became rapid.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?!" He Chi quickly turned around to check on the old man, only to find that his breathing was getting worse.

Damn it! At this very moment! He Chi cursed inwardly. He remembered that Guderian died of heart disease in 1954.

The events that had happened during this period had kept Guderian in a very agitated state, and the sudden news of the division of Germany unexpectedly caused him to become ill.

"Jima, something happened! Bring the first aid kit!" He Chi shouted through the intercom.

Soon a British girl came over from another car with a medicine box.

He Chi bought a lot of things in West Berlin this time, including some medicines. A pill of nitroglycerin, which was very rare at the time and was used as an emergency medicine, happened to be in the medicine box.

Guderian's condition improved slightly after taking the medicine, but he was still in a coma.

"He, how is he?" Jima looked at the old man in front of him with some concern.

"He has been saved for now, but he still needs treatment in a professional clinic. We have to hurry..."

Before he could finish his words, several armored vehicles with red star logos painted on them suddenly appeared on the horizon and rushed towards this side aggressively.

"Rebrov, that bastard! He clearly said it could take a while!"

He Chi stuffed the old man into the car and started the car again in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)