Chapter 398

When big Ivan pretended to be a good citizen.

There are two steam locomotives in the front and the back of the train. The power is very abundant. The train with the noble family emblem hanging on the car body is speeding across the Lanin River Iron Bridge.

In the cold wind, a team of nearly 100 bridge protection police riding on horses restrained the horses and stood close to the iron bridge guardrail, silently paying attention to the special train passing by.

The train rolled up a strong wind, and a few cold drops of water floated in the wind and hit Yankee Baker heavily in the face.

Yang Ke, once the police chief of imperial South Railway Station, is now the director of datiqiao branch. He looks dull and looks at the passing special train. When the water column falls on his face, he shivers. He had good eyesight. He could see the huge coat of arms on the carriage.

Look at the shape, it should be the emblem of a real Marquis family; on both sides of the gilt edged shield, there are faint snake patterns, which means that this emblem belongs to a real Marquis with imperial royal blood.

"Poof!" Young Kerr waited until the special train ran far away, and then carefully spit on the river outside the fence.

He didn't dare to do that in front of the train.

This is clearly a special train which was contracted by the real Marquis with royal blood. In case he spits, someone who is too busy on the train accidentally sees him Another big problem.

He has been assigned to guard the big iron bridge from the rich South Railway Station police station.

He didn't want to be assigned again The hinterland of the empire is more and more. If those big people really want to punish him, there are too many places waiting for him.

It is said that in this cold and windy day, it is more than life to patrol on the railway bridge which is as long as tens of miles.

From the port of Tulun, the special train, which was contracted by the inspector general of the southern Special Administrative Region (SAR), is in the middle of the train. In the luxurious carriage, Weima kneels on a brocade sofa, her nose clinging to the glass window, and is curiously looking at the scenery outside.

Weima's eyes are also very good, the special train whistling past, she saw the team of Bridge police were white face by the cold wind.

"Tifa, you see, they're pathetic In such cold weather, there is no shelter on the river... " Although it was in the warm carriage, Weima still couldn't help but shiver.

"The weather in the north is so terrible that they have to patrol the bridge. It's pathetic." Weima sighed heavily.

Tifa was sitting on a sofa opposite Weimar, with copies of the newspapers that had just been published today when he was passing by Ruhr.

She was examining the news and all kinds of gossip word by word in the newspaper. After listening to Weima's words, she said coldly, "didn't you read the letter that Joe sent back last time? Among the people who are in charge of guarding the bridge, there are enemies who are hostile to him

Weima's little face suddenly crumpled into a ball. She looked out of the window at the gray sky and cried out: "well, the wind is stronger, it's better to freeze them to death Er, what terrible weather They deserve it. "

At the end of the car, at the junction of the two cars.

Hessen, wearing only a shirt, with his hands on his back and a big cigar in his mouth, stood by the door, his face calm as an old well, his eyes slightly divergent, looking out of the window at the flash of scenery.

"Heidelberg!" Hessen murmured in a low voice: "Oh, I didn't expect that I would come to Heidelberg again."

He reached for his cigar and flicked the cigarette end gently in the crystal ashtray on the low table beside him. He flicked an inch long ash into the ashtray and put the cigar into his mouth again.

Hessen murmured, "Joe, what have you done? Well, well, I've spent so much money these years to get a junior Junker title What did he do, a real Marquis of military merit? "

"From Junker to Teuton Inside, this difficulty Hessen slapped his mouth: "I don't want to tell me the details of the story, Mr. Spence The price of those imitated taboos is indeed higher, and it will not be so stingy. "

"Or did he not know what Joe had done?" Hessen shook his head with a headache.

"Well, we're going to Heidelberg soon When I met Joe, everything was clear. " Hessen squinted, put his right hand into his pocket and took out a large gold coin with a face value of 10. With a flick of his right thumb, the gold coin rolled and flew more than two feet high. He spread out his hand and put it in the palm of his hand, and then he flicked it again.

Gold coins roll and fly, like the wheels of a special train, and they are getting closer and closer to Heidelberg.

In port Tulun, after receiving an invitation for the new year's dinner at Hydra palace, Hessen left Liya at home and set off with Tifa and Weima.

Hessen, puzzled, just wants to get to Heidelberg as soon as possible.

He simply spent a lot of money, in the name of vigrah, chartered a special train, with people set out overnight. And all the way day and night, in addition to the replacement, maintenance of steam locomotive head, along the way there is no stop.

The closer to Heidelberg, the more complex Hessen's mind is.The high sounding whistle came from the front and rear of the special train. The four steam locomotives opened the gate at the same time, and the high temperature steam spurted out, and the speed gradually slowed down. In front of a large dark shadow, a little light is so eye-catching.

The speed of the special train is getting slower and slower. With the low "boom and hiss" sound, under the light of dozens of spotlight gas lamps, the special train gradually drove into the South Station of the imperial capital, and slowly stopped at a platform dedicated for the noble special train.

The platform was illuminated by huge gas lights, and hundreds of wagons stopped on the platform, forming a long line. Several old witus who followed Joe to Heidelberg stood on the platform, with dozens of family guards behind them.

Behind them were hundreds of soldiers of the bloody axe battle group, full of energy and cold breath.

These soldiers, in groups of ten, scattered on the platform, drove the staff and more than a dozen police officers of the south railway station far away. A few police rank not low South Station Officer gray head gray face looking at the slow stop steady special train, but can not get close to a step.

"Tifa, Wilma, get ready to get out of the car." Hessen turned to the car and yelled, "Tifa, look at Weima and ask her to wear two more coats The weather in Heidelberg is totally different from that in port Tulun. "

Two big men came up with Hessen's clothes in their hands.

Hessen quickly put on a close fitting vest and a formal coat. Hesitated for a moment, he curled his mouth, grabbed a heavy bear fur coat, and wrapped it in his body.

"Do as the Romans do, hem." Hessen murmured in a low voice: "let the brothers be careful, don't lose the accompanying luggage, especially those sausages and bacon made by Liya herself..."

The 24 section train door "Dong Dong" opened, and a team of subordinates of Rittal's family lined up in a neat line, carrying a large number of bags and bags and walked off the special train. In the low voice of shouting and drinking, the subordinates of the Rittal family formed a neat line on the platform.

On the platform, the soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group looked curiously at these hands from Qiao Ben's family.

According to some of the rules of medland, the Blood Axe Marcos turned to Joe, and the Blood Axe battle group was naturally Joe's subordinate. However, the Blood Axe battle group is definitely not a subordinate of the Ritu family. The subtle difference is very subtle.

In other words, the Blood Axe regiment would obey any order of Joe, but the words of Hessen, the owner of the witus family, were not easy to use in front of them. Medland's aristocratic family, the internal division of power, is so delicate and special.

The soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group are all the elite that Marcos dug out from the army.

As they all know, Joe came from a big family in the southern port of Tulun, and his family power was extremely strong.

When they were in Heidelberg, these soldiers fought side by side with the family guards brought by Joe to Heidelberg. Not long ago, they had a big fight with the police of the northern branch of the capital.

The soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group are proud in their hearts.

Joe's family guards are not weak in terms of personal strength.

But when it comes to mutual cooperation and discipline, the family guards beside Joe are obviously not as good as the bloody axe battle group.

This time, Hessen has brought his entourage.

These subordinates of the Ritu family stepped off the special train, and the soldiers of the bloody axe battle group used their professional eyes to judge the strength of these new subordinates.

Gradually, these soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group, their eyes became fierce, and their attitude gradually became serious.

Hessen brought in nearly a thousand men, all of them elite.

On them, there is the smell that the soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group are very familiar with.

These guys are definitely elite soldiers. Judging from the breath they inadvertently exude, we can see that these guys will not take part in less battles, and their lives will not be less.

The soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group could not help but smack their mouths at the same time.

It's really a rich family of local tyrants So many elite soldiers have been recruited.

Tut, it seems that if you work under Joe, you have to do your best, or you will lose the face of the bloody axe battle group?

After all the attendants had lined up on the platform, Hessen took a big cigar, puffed out smoke, grasped Weima's little hand in one hand, followed Tifa behind him, and walked slowly out of the middle carriage surrounded by dozens of experts.

"And Joe?" Hessen glanced at the platform.

With the exception of a few senior members of the family, Joe, Spence and Ya were all absent.

A burly old family man with one eye missing and one ear half missing stepped forward to Hessen's ear and murmured in a low voice.

Hessen's face became incomparable marvellous.

He glared at the old man in the family: "Joe Have you got in touch with Salian, the great grandson of the Empire? He is now Follow Sarian, don't know where to run? Is this the message that Spence sent back? "The big man nodded heavily, spread out his hands and made a helpless expression.

Hessen looked around a bit dazed, spit the cigar in his mouth heavily on the ground, and put his foot on it.

"Bang", a footprints 1.5 feet deep were sunk on the platform made of solid reinforced concrete.

The face of the South Railway Station official who was blocked in the back and couldn't move forward was severely whipped, showing a very heartache expression.

"Go to the station. Well, don't freeze Weima." Hessen drooped his eyelids and patted Weima's head.

Then Hessen lowered his voice: "I heard that Joe had some trouble in DIDU Give me a copy of the relevant information. "

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