"Standing at attention!" A rough cry outside the door. The anxiously waiting people immediately stopped talking.

All the officers and soldiers sitting here stood up, lined up, raised their chins, straightened their backs, and made their chests stand out.

"Gentlemen! The head of state is here!" The colonel who entered the door stood at attention and then raised his right hand: "Long live the head of state!"

Everyone raised their right hand to the door, shouting while performing German rituals: "Long live the head of state!"

Akado strode in from outside the door, gently raised his forearm and signaled everyone to finish the ceremony. Everyone removed the ceremony, and the sound of putting down his arms was uniform.

"Everyone! You don't need to be so reserved today!" Akado said with a smile. He walked to the center of the room and smiled kindly: "You are the protagonists today! I am very happy to meet you heroes of the German people."

A general behind Akado waved his hand to the side, and a major holding a tray walked solemnly behind Akado.

The general walked to the front of Akado and pointed to the officers and soldiers who had already lined up. The first major officer introduced: "Major Collins! The battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 1st Armored Regiment of the 8th Armored Division led his troops to fight bravely during the Salamanca siege, and achieved an impressive record of destroying a total of 23 enemy vehicles. Approved by the General Command of the National Defense Forces, the Iron Cross Medal was specially awarded."

"Click!" The young major stood attentively, and the heel of the leather boots bumped into each other and made a crisp sound. He raised his right hand high and greeted a standard German ceremony: "Fight for you! My Head!"

Akado nodded with a smile: "You are brave! Mr. Major! I am very happy to be with you to serve this country."

He said, taking an Iron Cross from the tray behind him, hanging it on the major's chest, and then patting the major on the shoulder: "The Great German spirit is with you!"

The flash light shone in time with a "bang". More than a dozen journalists recorded this historical moment from all angles. This was the first time that the senior officials of the German Wehrmacht issued the Iron Cross after World War I. It was also the first time that the Iron Cross was issued after the improvement of design and peace standards. Of course, it was also the first time that the head of state rather than the military was awarded a military medal.

In the young major's gratitude and admiration, Akado walked to the second soldier.

"This soldier named Löw is affiliated with the artillery unit of the SS Division. He used an 88mm anti-aircraft gun assigned to their squad to destroy two Soviet T-26 tanks. He stabilized the defense line until friendly forces arrived and saved the lives of nearly a hundred soldiers on the entire artillery position! After approval by the General Command of the National Defense Forces, the Iron Cross was issued."

"Click!" The soldier also stood attentively and raised his chest. The heel of the leather boots made a crisp sound. He raised his right hand high and also honored a standard German ceremony: "Long live the head of state!"

"The motherland will remember your outstanding performance! Soldier!" Akado hung the medal on his chest: "The spirit of the Great German will be with you!"

The cameras around him sprayed sparks of spotlights again, and Akado awarded medals one after another, hanging honors on the chests of the first batch of award-winning officers and soldiers who returned from Spain to Germany.

The music rang in the warm hall, and Akado held a wine glass to toast all the generals and officers who had returned from vacation in Spain. Fanny carried Akado's arm and told her little secret sweetly about her recent secret.

Not far away, the German soldiers who left the battlefield and experienced the beauty of life again, hugged the girl dance companions who were deliberately prepared for them, and laughed happily in the spacious dance floor.

"Are they too indulgent?" Fanny looked at the soldiers who were spinning wildly with the music, and asked Akado with a smile.

"They are my pride! They are the best soldiers in the world! My efforts are all here, and part of the harvest is here." Akado smiled and stretched out his hand to Fanny: "Are you interested in dancing with me? Miss?"

"certainly!"

...

"Prepare! Open fire!" A Soviet officer stood on the execution ground and ordered to the row of soldiers holding rifles in front of him with expressionless face.

"Bang!" A neat gunshot echoed over the school ground. The dozen prisoners leaning against the execution wall not far away seemed to have their souls been pulled away by something. Their bodies trembled and they collapsed. After struggling on the ground for a few times, they hung their heads weakly.

Polovsky turned around and walked step by step towards the row of wooden stakes. Following him was an adjutant holding notes. He was now a colonel of the Soviet Red Army and had great power, but now he is still trembling as if he was walking on thin ice. The reason is very simple, that is, his immediate superior Comrade Khrushchev, was inspecting the entire Soviet Union under the orders of the supreme leader Comrade Stalin.

"Col. Polovsky! There seems to be one of the next batch of extremists who are destroying* that you know." The deputy looked at the list of executions spread on his notebook: "Col. Kazonev, your old superior. Comrade of the 21st Division of the 7th Army of the Red Army."

"How is it possible? Colonel Kazonev is a respected veteran! How can he be an extremist who destroys the enemy? There is a problem here." Polovsky frowned and looked at his assistant.

The assistant looked helpless, looked around and confirmed that no one was nearby, and then whispered: "Mr. Colonel! You have taken advantage of Comrade Khrushchev's power to have the status today! If I were you, I would not talk nonsense! Colonel Kazonev is Kirov's person..."

After waiting for a while, seeing Colonel Polovsky remain silent, the deputy ordered loudly to the firing squad behind him: "Bring up the next group of traitors and traitors who destroy the construction of the motherland!"

With the sound of heavy shackles dragging on the ground, a group of officers in Red Army uniforms were escorted to the execution ground by soldiers carrying rifles. Their epaulettes had been pulled away, but it was still obvious that they all had considerable official positions based on the style of the military uniforms.

Polovsky walked over quickly and stopped in front of a shackled officer with a big beard. The team escorting the prisoners stopped at this time. At the other end of the team, several soldiers were busy taking off the prisoners' shackles.

"Comrade Kazonev!" Polovsky held the old superior who was shaking and bruised, with tears in his eyes: "How can they treat you like this? Listen to me, you should ask for a confession now, and I will hand it over to Comrade Khrushchev personally. He will definitely be interested in your ability to command the army. He is lacking the support of someone like you! You will be fine..."

Colonel Kazonev, who had a big beard, smiled and revealed his blood-stained teeth in the cracks: "Good boy! Polov! He is already a colonel! I said you must have a future!" Obviously, he was not treated preferentially during the verdict in prison, and was beaten miserably by his former comrades like others.

Seeing that several soldiers who had been unshackled had reached the middle of the prisoner's team, Polovsky was also a little anxious: "Comrade Kazonev! I ask you! Don't be stubborn anymore! There is no difference between this country under Comrade Stalin and under Comrade Kirov! Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"I am a * Party member, Comrade Polovsky! I have been asked to be an honest and honest person since I studied the Party's program to now! I can't deceive myself! I can't treat a dirty Stalin as the great Comrade Kirov!" Colonel Kazonev said regretfully: "So let me meet Comrade Kirov!"

"Sir..." Polovsky wanted to say something.

But the bearded Kazonev waved his hand and interrupted him: "Do you have a cigarette? I haven't taken a sip for several days, and it's very uncomfortable."

Polovsky quickly flipped his pockets, but couldn't find the cigarette. The adjutant behind him handed out two cigarettes. The bearded man thanked happily, just like a few smokers who had just gathered together. All three of them took one and lit cigarettes at each other, standing there watching the soldiers who were taking prisoners' shackles, without saying a word.

"Sir..." Polovsky called out again when he saw the soldiers coming to help his old boss remove the shackles on his hands.

"Boy! Take care of me! Let those bastards hit you a little soon!" Kazonev smiled, walked back to the position where he should have been tortured, sucked the last sip of cigarette into his lungs, and threw away the cigarette butt reluctantly: "Come on."

"According to the Party's resolution 1745, Kazonev and others threatened the construction of the country! The secret documents of the Red Army were stolen and secretly contacted the hostile forces in the West! The judgment was as follows: Kazonev and eleven people were executed immediately." The adjutant read the order loudly and stood back in his position without saying a word.

"Prepare!" Seeing that Polovsky did not ring for a long time, the adjutant shouted out the order loudly.

With a clamor, the soldiers raised their rifles and waited for the commander's order. For them, the prisoners were standing opposite them, and they had nothing to do with good or bad.

"Wait a minute." Polovsky stopped his execution.

"Polov! If you stop the execution, you will be beaten to death together." The deputy reminded him softly.

Polovsky waved his hand, took out his pistol, followed the soldiers to point his former old boss and chief, and headed the teacher who once taught him how to shoot, kill people, and how to become a Red Army officer: "Listen to my order! Prepare!"

"Open fire!"...

"Bang!" The neat gunshots resounded through the sky again, followed by another gunshot, and then another gunshot, which seemed so harsh in the silence of this moment. A row of prisoners fell to the ground, and Polovsky inserted his pistol back into the holster, and walked towards the gate of the execution ground without turning his head: "Adminton! Get some bullets for me. You will execute the execution later."
Chapter completed!