Two days later, Shi Quan and his party accompanied Alfonso and his party to Berlin.

It is hard to imagine that there are no direct flights to the capitals of these two neighboring countries. If you want to take a flight from Prague to Berlin, you need to transfer in Munich or Poland. As a result, the flight duration between the two places is actually the same as the flight time.

It's the same as taking a train or driving.

The old man Alfonso was very efficient, or he didn't want to waste time at all. After arriving in Berlin, the convoy drove directly to a wooden house on the edge of the city and stopped.

"Let's go, this Jurgen is here." Alfonso had obviously been here many times and rang the doorbell with familiarity.

Not long after waiting, a middle-aged woman opened the door and saw that the person who came was Alfonso. A smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Mr. Jurgen just finished his lunch break. I heard that you are coming today. He is already waiting."

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Alfonso nodded, entered the room with the young man behind him, and saw the old man Jurgen in a wheelchair.

"Alfonso, why are you here again? You brought so many young people with you this time?" Jurgen asked slowly, and as he spoke, he motioned for everyone to find a place to sit.

"I commissioned these young men to go to Egypt to find my father. They have some questions they want to ask you."

Basically, Alfonso said something in German, and Big Ivan would translate it in a low voice behind him, so Shi Quan and others could understand. Shi Quan didn't expect that Alfonso, the old man, was a language genius. As expected, he was excellent.

People will only become better.

After everyone sat down, Jurgen looked at Ivan Da, who had been working as a translator just now, and asked, "Children, what do you want to ask?"

Before arriving, the group had already discussed the questions that needed to be asked in advance. Big Ivan took out his notebook in advance, while Nasha, who served as a temporary assistant, turned on the recording function on her mobile phone.

"Mr. Jurgen, if it's convenient, could you tell us how Abraham drove away from the Alamein battlefield?"

Jurgen raised his hand, and the middle-aged woman who had been standing not far away skillfully took out a roll of maps from the cabinet against the wall and spread it on the table.

Jurgen put on his reading glasses tremblingly, pointed to a certain point on the map and said, "This is the map of the Battle of Alamein. I believe Alfonso has already told you my story."

Big Iwan smiled and nodded, waiting to hear what was going on.

"Abraham's decision to flee the battlefield was sudden."

Jurgen pushed his wheelchair closer and moved slowly on the yellowed map with his fingers covered with age spots. "At that time, Abraham and I were stationed in a camp near the Siwa Oasis. I still remember it very clearly.

There are many ruins of temples and dolmens there.

Of course, there is also a very large well. We threw the captured British soldiers into the dry well and asked them to dig down along the well to find water sources. But in fact we are not short of water. There is a complete water well nearby.

There is enough spring for everyone, but those British soldiers were so miserable that I can't sleep every time I think of those poor guys."

Jurgen spoke very slowly, almost every sentence he spoke was translated in a low voice by Alfonso, who was sitting next to Shi Quan.

After listening to the translation, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, who is this old man on?

"The dry well is still there. I sent people to search the area last year. There are no clues related to the amulet or seal." Alfonso added in a low voice.

"Mr. Jurgen, let's go back to Abraham," Big Ivan said, suppressing a smile.

"Abraham suddenly decided to leave the battlefield that night when I asked him to interview the British prisoners who were living in dry wells."

"Did he say anything before he left?"

Faced with Big Ivan's questioning, Jurgen shook his head, "He just asked me to help him prepare a seized jeep in advance, as well as enough fuel and water. However, he did not tell me the truth, only his

The Italian-made Jeep was broken down, and he needed a car so that he could easily go to Marut in the north, near the Mediterranean Sea, to continue the interview."

Jurgen took off his glasses, "Then that night, Abraham drove the jeep that the Americans helped the British and then was captured by the Germans and escaped. When he left, he even took away the jeep he had given me during the day.

A bottle of red wine.”

Alfonso reluctantly finished translating this disgraceful history with an embarrassed look on his face, and then found that several young people in the room were staring at him strangely.

"Jurgen, I have compensated you with at least a thousand bottles of red wine, so don't mention these unimportant things again." Alfonso said with infinite resentment in his tone.

"Do you remember which direction he went?" Big Ivan asked while taking notes in his notebook.

"this..."

Jurgen unexpectedly fell into silence. People in the room did not dare to rush him, so they could only stay quiet and wait patiently.

A full five or six minutes had passed before Jurgen said with regret in his tone, "To be honest, I can't remember which direction Abraham escaped from, but I'm sure he must have gone to Cairo."

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"What was the German army's reaction after Abraham escaped?" Big Ivan continued to ask.

"German Army?"

Jurgen shook his head, "It was several days before the Germans knew about this."

"How many days later?" Big Ivan stopped writing in surprise and looked up at Jurgen.

The old man nodded matter-of-factly, "The last place we met was the territory of the Italian army. There were no more than 20 Germans in the entire camp, and a small half of them were sent to distribute supplies and collect goods like me.

Seized supplies."

"Ivan, ask him, does he still remember how many supplies Abraham brought?" Shi Quan asked.

After listening to Big Ivan's account, Jurgen nodded confidently, "At that time, he specifically asked me to help him prepare water and food for at least three days. In addition, I also installed four barrels of standard gasoline barrels with a capacity of 20 liters in his car.

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"Do you remember if anything special happened before Abraham fled the battlefield?" Big Ivan asked the last question.

"Something special?"

Jurgen said with a smile, "Young man, I am already over ninety years old, and the war has been over for more than half a century. If Alfonso and his father hadn't asked me these questions again and again in the past few decades,

I can’t remember many of the questions.”

"Ivan, ask him what else Abraham took with him before leaving besides consumables, and especially whether there were any weapons." Nasha said suddenly.

"I do remember these."

Jurgen said in detail, "He took away a tent, a shovel and a large enough canvas, oh, and a kerosene lamp and two flashlights."

Afraid that Big Ivan would not believe it, Jurgen added, "These were all recorded at the beginning, and I was asked many times, so I still remember them."

"Didn't he have a gun?" Big Ivan asked unwillingly.

"Italians don't like fighting. He only took a Browning Hi-Power pistol for self-defense. Even the Browning pistol was taken from me."

"He also took away a personal radio," Alfonso added.

"I almost forgot if you didn't tell me."

Jurgen patted his knee and said, "He did take away a radio station. It was a radio station specially distributed to war correspondents."

Shi Quan looked at Big Ivan and Nasha, and then at Elena who was deep in thought. Seeing everyone shaking their heads to indicate that they had nothing to ask, Shi Quan then said to Alfonso, "We have nothing to ask, if we can

If so, we may need a room to sort out our thoughts."

While talking, Shi Quan pretended to lie down on the table to observe the map, and secretly touched the map with his left hand without any trace.

The imperceptible red light was concealed by the cuffs of the jacket, but there were five black arrows and two green arrows in the map field of view.

Alfonso nodded upon hearing this, and after obtaining Jurgen's consent, he led everyone familiarly to a room full of antique camera display cabinets.

"Tell me, what have you discovered?"

"There is no doubt that Abraham was prepared to flee the battlefield."

Big Ivan was the first to speak, "It was definitely not a temporary idea. Judging from the supplies he asked Jurgen to prepare, this matter must have been planned for a long time."

"And I don't think he ran away."

Nasha took over what her boyfriend said, "The North African battlefield is no less chaotic than the Soviet-German battlefield. He only has a pistol and there is no way he can fight against any enemy."

"Leizi, map."

Hearing this, He Tianlei quickly took out the satellite map and some markers that he had printed out in advance from his backpack yesterday.

"He was not carrying weapons, so it means he must have gone south, because the north and east are either German troops or British defense lines. This is consistent with our previous guess. And the materials also support this guess."

"The fuel consumption of Willys Jeep is about 10 liters per 100 kilometers. Considering that the fuel consumption will increase in desert terrain, we temporarily calculate it as 15 liters."

Big Ivan took out his mobile phone and opened the calculator, "Abraham brought a total of 80 liters of fuel, which means he could only run 500 kilometers at most. Considering that he only asked to bring 3 days of food supplies, plus spare fuel

With the fuel already in the car, his destination is no more than 400 kilometers away from Siwa."

As he spoke, Big Ivan drew a broad circle on the map, "There is no doubt that he entered the Sahara Desert, and the reason for doing so was just to bypass the Katara lowlands where the British troops were stationed. As long as he bypassed

After reaching the southernmost point of the British defense line, all he had to do was turn east and reach the Nile River."

The originally confident Big Ivan suddenly frowned, "That's not right. His fuel is enough for him to get around the Katara Lowlands, but it can't support him at all in driving to the Nile River. There is still at least 100 kilometers to go."

He has to travel through the desert, and the supplies he has on foot are simply not enough."

“Don’t forget there’s that radio station.”

Elena also joined in, "He must be planning to contact someone, otherwise there would be no point in carrying the radio. Maybe someone will respond before he runs out of fuel?"
Chapter completed!