The Cold War: Jumping back and forth between the two camps

"Mr. Mueller! You'd better get on the stretcher!"

After rushing across the border, Dunn looked at Muller, who was unable to speed up, and waved his hand, asking two stretcher-bearers to come and carry him.

"I can do it..."

Muller was still trying to hold on stubbornly, but Dunn pushed him directly onto the stretcher.

"Mr. Mueller, your physical condition is very bad. If you just lie on the stretcher obediently, it will be a great help to us. We must meet up with the people in Poland as soon as possible!"

Mueller, who was forced to sit on a stretcher by Dunn, sighed after hearing this and could only lie down resigned to his fate.

He didn't know why. When he was in the labor camp, his health was not that bad! He could complete his daily labor on time, but after leaving the labor camp, his health deteriorated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just crossing the border for a few hundred meters had already made him breathless.

The two people carrying the stretcher were both tall and heavy American soldiers. They carried Muller without slowing down at all, and disappeared into the night with the main force.

"Dunn! What about Mr. Solek and the others? They haven't come yet!"

Prokowski caught up with Dunn and asked anxiously.

The main reason is that among the team members led by Solek, there are several of his good comrades, all of whom are people who can listen to Prokowski's nagging for a long time.

"Now we can only hope that God will bless them, they will not go the same way as us!"

Dunn sighed and said nothing more. According to the original plan, Solek would lead a team of people to lure away the officers and soldiers at the two border outposts, then head north to Kaliningrad and eventually take the water route to West Germany.

When I see him, I should be in Siberia.

Of course, the prerequisite is that he can make it to West Berlin.

With such a big commotion, their next move will probably be greatly restricted. At least both the Red Empire and Poland will intensify their search for the source of the gunshots.

However, if they could retreat in time, their chances of avoiding the search would be quite high.

This is not what Dunn cares about.

The group soon arrived at the agreed meeting point, where four Poles greeted the large group in unfluent Russian.

At this time, Pluckski finally came in handy. He spoke the best Polish in the special operations team. Although Dunn also knew Polish, he was still far behind Pluckski, who was of Polish descent.

"Captain! This is Mr. Broi! He is the leader of the underground guerrillas in western Poland!"

Pruecksky introduced a bearded middle-aged man to Weiss, and Dunn stood behind Weiss.

Weiss greeted Bloy warmly and made his own request, hoping to find a doctor to treat William Muller as soon as possible.

"Don't worry! We guerrillas have a full-time doctor. Now please follow me! Recently, because the Red Empire tested the mushroom eggs, the number of troops in the border areas has increased, and patrols have become more frequent! We have to be careful!"

Bloy said with a serious face.

Dunn soon found out. What he said was true. When the tribe led everyone to his base, they did not dare to take the main road. However, Dunn could judge from the sound of cars coming from the road not far away that the sounds of cars coming and going on the mainland were basically military jeeps.

It seems that the Red Empire's nuclear test has also made Poland, a nominal ally, very nervous.

Under the leadership of Broy, the witness followed him into a small village on the Polish border. Broy arranged the members of the action team in the basement of a small courtyard at the edge of the village.

It can be seen that this basement was dug specifically for lurking, and it has all the necessary facilities. However, with more than 10 people under the city, the action team seemed a bit crowded.

Dunn, Pruecke and Weiss drove Mueller to wait in a room of Xiaoyuer.

Soon Bloy walked into the room with an old man with gray hair.

Although he is an old man, he looks very energetic. Although his hair is white, he gives people a very spirited feeling.

After entering the room, the doctor saw Mueller at a glance and immediately took out a stethoscope from the medical box he carried with him and began to treat Mueller.

After a moment, the old man spoke to Bloy in Polish.

"His condition is very serious and he needs a long rest to recover!"

Prokowski translated the old man's words verbatim to Weiss.

"We can't stay here for long. Ask him if he can prescribe some medicine to suppress his condition. When we get to West Berlin, we can find a hospital with better conditions for him to recuperate!"

Prokowski quickly translated the words to the old man.

The old man hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Of course, it's possible, but it will most likely aggravate his condition and delay his subsequent recovery! And the risk on the road is also quite high. It's very likely that he will suddenly fall ill and die on the road!"

After Plucksky translated the words to Weiss, Weiss's face instantly darkened. Mueller was his main mission target this time and he must not let him fail.

"Is there no better way?"

"I don't have any suitable medicine at hand, so I can only use some medicines that I can find as a substitute. The effect will be much worse. Moreover, his disease is caused by long-term labor. There is no better way. The only way to recover is to rest for a long time!"

Blocksky was busy translating the two people's conversations, but Dunn looked at Muller. The German scientist seemed very calm at this time. Of course, this might be because he did not understand Polish.

The labor reform in the Red Empire was no joke. It is said that after hundreds of thousands of Japanese prisoners of war were sent to Siberia, more than 6 of them froze to death or starved to death.

Although the conditions in Central Asia are much better than those in Siberia, the improvement is still limited.

Weiss was also caught in a dilemma. It was very risky to go on the road, but if they didn't go on the road, they couldn't stay in Poland for a long time. You know, there were only a few people in the entire special operations team who could speak Polish, and there would definitely be problems if they stayed here for too long.

"Give me some medicine, I can handle it!"

Unexpectedly, William Muller, who had always seemed calm, spoke at this time.

He spoke German, but it was clear that he understood Polish, if not spoke it well.

After hearing Mueller's words, Weiss's eyes fell on Dunn, who translated Mueller's words verbatim.

Weiss finally made up his mind.

"Doctor, please prescribe some medicine! We have to get on the road right away!"