Lyrvin Kyle clamped the tie with his fingers, twisted his stiff neck left and right, and turned his head to look at the brick manor gatehouse behind him, which was more than four meters high. It rained all night here last night, and it was not until nine o'clock in the morning that the clouds cleared and the sunrise was rising. Now the outdoor temperature is only about five degrees, and the breath from the mouth and nose immediately condensed into a white mist.

Relying on the door of the 1934 Citroen Pioneer sedan, Kyle reached out from the inner bag of the leather windbreaker and took out a small silver flat box with a hand-carved German police badge on the nickel-plated lid.

Looking up, Kyle took off the leather gloves on his right hand, put them on the hood beside him, then opened the lid, filled with hazel tobacco. If the weather wasn't that cold, the air would have the aroma of tobacco.

This is a small handmade cigarette machine, which is very popular among the police in Berlin. Whether in the depression or during the war, police officers can always get rare control products on the market, such as Brazilian tobacco in beautiful aluminum cans.

He twisted up a cube of tobacco and filled it into the cigarette cloth curtain behind the lid, pressed it firmly with his thumb, and then pulled out a piece of cigarette paper from the other side of the box. Kyle licked the edge of the paper with his tongue, put it on the curtain in reverse, pressed the paper on both sides with his fingers, and then closed the lid with force. Then an automatic rolled cigarette popped out from the opening under the lid.

Kyle picked up the cigarette, put it under his nose and smelled it, then held it to his lips. He raised his head and looked around again, put the cigarette holder into the pocket outside the fur coat, and took out a box of matches from it.

"Captain, you have your contact." Citroen's back window rolled down, and a head with a military ship-shaped cap emerged.

"Is it Major Lorm?" Kyle quickly swung out the light match, took off the cigarette from his mouth and clamped it behind his ear.

"No, it's Lieutenant Colonel Rice, he's going to talk to you." The communications soldier handed out a headset with a microphone hanging on it.

"Hello sir, I'm Kyle." Kyle said with the headphones in his ear, holding the microphone with his other hand. Then he raised his chest and bumped his heels on his feet.

"Hi! Reinhart!"

"Hi! Reinhart!" The responses of the correspondents and drivers sounded in the Citroen car.

"Yes, yes, I'm waiting at the gate now, sir. All are ready, there will be no mistakes. Yes, I have checked it myself, sir. OK, please tell me." Kyle brought his headphones, took off the cigarette behind his ear and held it in his mouth. Then he raised his eyebrows at the communications soldier who was looking at him, and the latter quickly shrank his head back.

"I can guarantee that within two kilometers of the surrounding area, we were all our people. We arranged secret whistles according to your order. The military police patrol team was carrying military dogs, and no one could cross our defense." Re-lighting a match, Kyle lit his handmade cigarette.

"The people from the Army Command arrived in the middle of the night last night. Yes, it was really raining last night, sir." The lieutenant turned his head and looked at the woods on the right.

"It's the Communications Support Force. They hold the orders of the Army Command, with the autograph of Marshal Braushich. You already know this, sir. Of course... my people and I only obey the orders of the RSD Command." Captain Kyle rubbed off a piece of tobacco sticking to his lips with his fingers.

"What?! The head of state has set out?! Half an hour ahead of schedule?" The captain straightened his body.

"What do I need to do now? Sir, please give orders." Kyle said loudly.

"Yes, obey the order, I'll go immediately. Thank you, sir. This is my honor. Understand sir. Hi! Reinhart!" Kyle replied loudly.

"Okay, you have also heard that the head of state of mind is already on the way here. Immediately notify the following that all units have entered the highest alert state. From now on, any suspicious elements who break into the warning area without authorization and do not listen to the warning of the guards will be killed." After saying that, the captain took a sniff of cigarettes, then threw half of the cigarette butt on the road surface under his feet, then stretched out his leather shoes and crushed them hard.

"Start the engine, let's notify that your Majesty now, the Head of State is coming soon." Kyle patted the roof of the car, then opened the door and sat in the car. Citroen quickly turned around and drove into the door hole under the door castle.

Kyle is a team leader of the RSD, directing a team of nine-person agents. He was sent by his superiors to Doron half a month ago to conduct preliminary surveys and preparations on the route of the head of state's visit.

RSD has undergone a thorough reconstruction. Today's personnel come from all over the country. In addition to some of them from the State Security Bureau, they are mainly active criminal police officers from the police stations in various places. The State Security Bureau divides these people into several teams, each of which is responsible for the work within the scope of their respective responsibilities. Kyle leads one of the groups.

Before joining RSD, Kyle was a criminal agent at the Berlin Police Department. His grandfather was a colonel of the old Prussian army, his father was a lieutenant colonel of the German Imperial Army, and his uncle was a captain in the famous 13th Prussian Chevalry Regiment. Unfortunately, he died in battle in 1916 on the Ukrainian front.

By Kyle's generation, he completely inherited the martial spirit of his father's generation, but he did not apply for the military academy as his father's wishes, but chose to wear a beautiful Prussian flat-capped police hat.

Because of his family background, good personal business ability, and some family connections, Kyle was quickly transferred to the Berlin Police General Office and became a senior criminal police officer in plain clothes.

Barron Manor is a standard 18th-century aristocratic manor. Because it is located in a sparsely populated suburbs, the designer places security defense in an important position.

A large area of ​​dense woods was planted outside the manor, with shrubs everywhere and many drainage trenches were dug to form a natural barrier. A small door fort with rich medieval style was built on the only road to entering the manor.

After the German invasion of the Netherlands, the commander-in-chief took into account the political value of William II and specially sent a platoon of army soldiers to the manor, saying that it was to protect the abdicated emperor, which was actually more like an isolation procedure.

Obviously, some people in Berlin are worried that the abdicated emperor would make any inappropriate remarks. The whole of Europe knows that the German emperor is a big mouth with no restraint. Although he seems to have restrained himself after entering old age, God knows that the emperor will be in a wrong way and tells the truth that has made the Nazi leaders crazy.

The officer who commanded that guard unit was an army captain who had participated in the battle against Poland and received the first-class Iron Cross on the battlefield. The command of the commander prohibited any German soldiers from entering the manor, and they were strictly prohibited from contacting the people in the manor to avoid disturbing the life of the abdicated emperor. As a result, the captain has not said ten words to His Majesty the Emperor until now.

At the beginning of the war, the General Security Bureau sent a team of Gestapo to Doron. In addition to monitoring the emperor, it also searched for possible local resistance organizations and Jews.

As a result, Hitler suddenly died within a few months, and the order to arrest the Jews was urgently stopped by the headquarters. In fact, there were not many Jews here at that time. Doron was just a small town, with less than a thousand residents. He basically knew each other, and he could not hide it from others.

Because it was not a military important place, the German army encountered no resistance when occupying Doron. Most of the local residents spoke Highland German and could communicate smoothly with the German army, so they were less resistant to the occupying troops. The Gestapo team was in a state of idle work in Doron for a long time, and soon most of the personnel were transferred to a place where they needed them more, leaving only two people to continue monitoring the activities of the manor.

Citroen drove onto the highway diagonally through the middle line of the manor. Kyle looked through the car window at a military tent built by the woods in the distance. The gray tent was covered with a yellow-green camouflage net, which was a temporary command post built by the guards. Until yesterday, the guards outside the manor had more than two battalions.

The Air Force also sent six stork reconnaissance aircraft to patrol the air. As soon as the sky cleared, it saw the group of iron birds buzzing around the manor. Once they found any suspicious targets on the ground, they would use radio to notify the ground troops and at the same time put out smoke beacons to indicate the direction. These storks also carried machine guns that could strafuse the ground. Although they were not as powerful as fighter jets, they were better at stagnating air for a long enough time.

PS: I'm busy with exams recently, I hope everyone can understand.
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