"Something's wrong, Varosha! Are all the treasures we found here? Are you sure you've searched every corner of the station and the carriage? Make sure you don't miss anything."
"...."
Malashenko's sudden question really stopped Varosha on the spot and made him look ashamed.
"Comrade Commander, this... the carriage has indeed been searched. We even found out all the German guy's personal belongings, even his wallet. We had to open them one by one and search for everything we could find.
It’s here.”
"But if you want to talk about the station, this... this station is so big. Even if all three battalions are thrown out under the handshake, there is no way to turn the station upside down in such a short period of time. All we can do is
The places where large items are hidden have all been rummaged through. Only the people searching in the goods yard have not come back to report in the entire station. However, none of the people who have come back have reported that they found the treasure. It seems that there is no treasure left in the station. All
Everything was packed into boxes by the Germans and stuffed on the train.”
"...."
Varosha, who spread his hands, looked aggrieved and innocent. Malashenko also felt that his question was a bit outrageous.
Come to think of it, how could the Germans still leave the treasures in the station? With such a long heavy-duty armored train and several specially modified carriages with armored protection, it is possible to take all the treasures away in one go, right?
?Otherwise, what are you doing here? Are you waiting to be captured and recycled by the Red Army?
Oh, one more thing.
This armored train was not only filled with all kinds of treasures, but also packed with two battalions of third-rate defense troops originally stationed at this train station, intending to run away together.
Even if it is seriously overloaded, this can also reflect from the side that the carrying capacity of this thing is very strong, which is indeed quite astonishing. Otherwise, it would be unable to load the baby and not complete the priority tasks.
Go back to a group of third-rate garrison troops who have nothing to do with their mission? No matter how stupid the commander is, he probably wouldn't do this, right? Huh?
After thinking logically, Malashenko realized that all the treasures might have been left in front of him, and there was a high probability that there would be no other treasures that had not yet been found.
But this made Malashenko feel even more panicked, like a group of people.
You ask why?
Just because Malashenko discovered that all the pieces of the Amber Room contained in the big wooden boxes in front of him were only enough to build half of the Amber Room. These amber boards cut into pieces were obviously far away from building a complete Amber Room.
Not even close.
This is like a complete jigsaw puzzle, even if it is dismantled and messed up. If half of the puzzle pieces are missing, and there is a diagram for reference, you can still see at a glance that there are big problems. This is a very simple reason.
, it would take more than these amber panels to build a house.
Especially under the premise that Malashenko's past life visited a one-to-one replica of the Amber Room in the future, knew its true size, and had a clear idea of the general appearance of the "puzzle board."
"Damn it, the amber boards here can at most make up half an amber room. Where are the remaining amber boards? Where did the remaining boards go!? Fuck!!!"
The joy of finding the legendary treasure has now been diluted by the annoyance of "only half found, and the remaining half is missing", and is about to disappear completely without a trace.
When he thought that he had spent so much effort but only found half of the Amber Room, Malashenko felt furious, and there was an evil fire in his heart that he felt could not be released.
Either you can't find it at all, or you can find it all for me. What the hell is it like to find half of it? Are you trying to fool me? Where did the other half go!?
Malashenko, with his hands on his hips, angrily walked around the pile of treasures, his head was simply a mess, and he looked so angry that Varosha quickly pretended to be a grandson when he saw it.
Dare to speak out, and even less courageous to go up and interrupt the thinking of comrade division commander.
"Go! Varosha, take charge of the affairs for me..."
"...."
Malashenko, who suddenly stopped in his tracks, couldn't continue in the middle of his words. Varosha, who could guess the second half of the unspoken words of his comrade, did not dare to add anything. He just waited for Marashenko to say something.
What will Coe say next?
Halfway through the words, he realized something was wrong and stopped abruptly. His hands were still in mid-air, maintaining the posture of asking Varosha to call someone to help him solve the problem. Mara felt a little embarrassed and had complicated emotions.
Shen Ke smacked his lips, and after a while he turned around and spoke quietly again.
"Okay, call the trucks, pack up all the treasures and take them away. Don't leave any of them behind! If you leave anything behind, you'll have to go to court-martial. I can't guarantee it. I can't handle this!"
"You, Varosha, take personal responsibility! If something happens and the baby is lost, I will blame you!"
"Yes, I promise to complete the mission! Comrade division commander!"
Looking at Malashenko's back as he turned away and headed towards the waiting hall, the deputy commander, who had been following Varosha from beginning to end and did not dare to take a breath, finally got close to the commander's ear.
Side, asked in a low voice.
"I swear to Stalin, I have forgotten the last time Comrade Commander was so angry. What is the reason for this? I still don't understand it. It was too sudden."
Like most of the middle- and senior-level commanders and fighters of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, Varosha is not only an experienced front-line grassroots unit, but also a formal graduate of a military academy with a high level of education.
It is not an exaggeration to be both civil and military.
With Varosha's knowledge, he could naturally figure out what the items in the boxes in front of him were, and of course he also understood why Malashenko was so angry.
"Haven't you seen it yet? What's in this box is a supreme treasure. It's the Amber Room handed down from Peter the Great!"
"Amber Room?! Is this... real? It can't be fake, right? I heard that this thing was stolen by Germans a long time ago? How could it appear here, at this time?
"
He could only express his speechlessness to his deputy's brainless and idiotic question, and shook his head. It was a bit too much to talk about these things with this guy who had a single head and was often unable to turn around. Varosha chose to bypass it.
And directly answered the most fundamental reason of the question, accompanied by a long sigh.
"Why--"
"The boards of the Amber Room contained in the box don't match the numbers. They don't add up to make up a complete room. It's probably only half a room at most. This must be why Comrade Commander is so angry."
"I spent so much effort, traveled such a long way, and came all the way here, but in the end what I got was a half-disabled treasure, and the other half was nowhere to be found. So many comrades sacrificed and paid so much for this.
Big price."
"If it were you, if you were the division commander and commanded operations, wouldn't you be angry? Huh?"