Gravedigger of the Empire

Seeing the other person's expression, Kahn knew that these young staff officers had probably been betrayed by their own people.

Actually... it wasn't really a sale, since the British and French couldn't really do anything to them.

At most, they'll be arrested, detained for a few days, and then put on a train to Poland, so these people can go back to where they came from.

And then...and then we used this incident to teach the Germans a lesson.

Just how severe will it be? Judging from the fact that the British and French have taken the initiative to curry favor with him this time, Kahn knows that the other side is unlikely to actually go for the kill.

After all, if Germany were truly forced to take a stand and completely side with the Soviet Union, things would get really messy.

The Western world's attitude toward the Soviet Union, this behemoth, has always been quite ambiguous.

Whoever is associated with this damned red empire will be dealt with. But the process will be carefully planned, and no heavy-handed tactics will be used.

After finishing the cleanup, they also had to offer some incentives, attempting to isolate the Soviet Union, their arch-enemy, in this way.

But after a while, the small countries realized that as long as they kept switching sides, they could profit from both sides, so they all learned to be opportunists.

Later, people applied this experience to the rivalry between two other major powers, but it didn't work.

They've discovered that flirting with the first major power will get them slapped in the face by the second, and turning around to apologize to the second major power will get them slapped in the face by the first...

Ultimately... times have changed.

"Have a cigarette." Kahn took out a cigarette, pulled one out, handed it to the other man, and lit it for him with a lighter. "It's not a big deal for you guys."

"Hoo..." The Soviet staff officer exhaled a puff of white smoke, looking displeased. "But, but that's not how you do things!"

He realized that being "betrayed" by his own people this time wasn't a big deal, or rather, there was no danger to his life at all.

But those damn intelligence bastards didn't even bother to give a heads-up! It's disgusting!

"We don't want our cooperation to be known by any third party. If the Soviet Union pulls any more similar dirty tricks, we'll have to reconsider the issue of trust between us," Kahn said, staring at his opponent and reminding him word by word.

He reached out and patted the other man on the shoulder: "Is there a way to get our stance back to Moscow?"

"No...no." The staff officer thought for a moment before answering helplessly.

Even he himself didn't realize that he had been influenced by Kahn's domineering nature without his knowledge.

"Isn't the person in charge of cooperation over there Tukhachevsky?" Kahn lit a cigarette and said as he exhaled smoke.

"You... how could you..." The staff officer looked shocked.

"Guess what I don't know?" Kahn put on a mysterious air, as if he had a complete intelligence network in Moscow.

In fact, some of his intelligence was far more accurate than that of legitimate spies.

He not only knew that Tukhachevsky would lead the secret Soviet-German cooperation, but also that Tukhachevsky would die soon.

Can you guess if there was a spy so resourceful that he knew in 1922 the year Stalin died?

"Don't try anything funny with me! Because I know everything." Kahn patted the other man's chest lightly, then turned and walked toward the Daimler cars that were parked in the distance.

A captain, leaning against the long hood of the Daimler car, waved to Kahn: "Welcome to my place, Captain Kahn."

"Erich! I knew you would come to pick me up!" Kahn opened his arms and hugged him.

"Thank you for the truck! Kahn! I really love your gift!" Manstein released his hands, grinning from ear to ear. "Our battalion now has the most vehicles in the regiment!"

Kahn would certainly not miss the opportunity to bribe the Third Reich Field Marshal. Giving Manstein ten trucks now would be more effective than giving him a hundred twenty years later.

"You must stay tonight! I'll have Yuta prepare!" This time, Manstein's invitation was absolutely sincere, a thousand times more enthusiastic than when he hosted Kahn at the ammunition depot.

"I'm afraid it won't work this time, Erich. As you can see, I need to go back and report the results to the Commander-in-Chief..." Kahn looked helplessly at the Soviet staff group visiting the German barracks in the distance.

"Okay! You're always so busy! I never even have a chance to treat you to a meal."

"There's definitely a chance! Maybe when we meet again, you'll have been promoted to Berlin." Kahn smiled and offered his blessings to Manstein.

Manstein laughed even louder: "Hahaha! You're already in Berlin, Kahn!"

To be honest, he really envied Kahn, this young man who was more than ten years younger than him.

A captain in his twenties, wielding real power... truly a promising future.

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Having resolved the issue, Kahn drove back to Berlin, pondering all the way how to deal with Petrov and Kudesky.

The car swayed and bumped its way through the outskirts of Berlin, only to be quickly blocked by a dense crowd.

"What's going on?" Kahn frowned as he sat in the back seat of the car.

Paul was unaware of this, but soon a policeman ran over and approached Paul's car window apologetically: "Excuse me, sir! There's a workers' protest ahead... you'll have to take a detour."

Kahn looked ahead and saw countless workers holding banners and waving small flags, chanting slogans about wanting a way to make a living and wanting bread.

"Let's take a detour." He had no choice; he couldn't wait for the hungry and angry workers to disperse before driving through.

Fortunately, there was a car, so taking a slight detour wasn't too much of a hassle.

The policeman took two steps back, waved his arm to direct Bowser to turn the car around, and the policeman on horseback next to him was shouting something to his partner.

Finally, the labor movement came into Kahn's life and began to affect him.

The car changed streets and continued towards the V organization. The buildings on both sides gradually became taller, and the scenery gradually became familiar to Kahn.

Further ahead was Mrs. Love's cottage. But before we got there, the car slowed down again.

Bowser looked helplessly at the crowd ahead, watching them wave their flags and banners, then turned to Kahn: "Looks like we'll have to take a detour again."

"Bang!" A sound of knocking on the glass startled Kahn. He looked out the other window and saw an angry face.

"Vampires! You're all vampires!" The man wearing a hat with his forehead pressed against the car window, his eyes fixed on Kahn, pounded on the car door and shouted excitedly.