Forgot to explain, this is an update for the helmsman of laaa1985
Since entering 1918, Ludendorff's headquarters had moved to several locations.
First in Avina, then in Spa, then back to Avina.
Just as he frequently changed the location of his headquarters, Ludendorff fell into a state of severe anxiety.
Ludendorff became more and more fragile. He often left the command center alone without saying hello to anyone. Ludendorff's medical staff said that someone once heard Ludendorff crying alone.
Ludendorff's staff were worried about Ludendorff's mental condition and secretly arranged for Ludendorff to be treated by someone he knew, Dr. Hochheim.
After communicating with Ludendorff for a period of time, Hochheim pointed out Ludendorff's current problems.
Ludendorff did not get angry as his staff feared, but calmly accepted Hochheim's advice: walk more often, take deep breaths, change your living habits, and don't work too late.
Ludendorff agreed to Hochheim's request, so every day after dinner, Ludendorff would take a walk near his headquarters. The time and distance varied. Sometimes the time was longer, sometimes the time was shorter.
The above is all the information Qin Zhiyuan got about Ludendorff.
As the actual leader of the 5 million German army, Ludendorff must have kept his whereabouts secret.
In fact, if the staff had not taken it upon themselves to find a doctor for Ludendorff, the Allies would have never known that Ludendorff was in Avina.
Avena is a small city in France. Ludendorff's intention of setting up his headquarters here is very obvious. He wants to defeat the French on French soil.
This is a good idea, but Ludendorff certainly didn’t read history carefully. A hundred years ago, Napoleon secretly assembled French troops here to prepare for a decisive battle with the Anglo-Dutch forces in Belgium. As a result, in a small town just 20 kilometers south of Brussels, Napoleon and
The troops led by Wellington met.
That town is called Waterloo.
Although he knew the danger of this trip, MacTavish still accepted the task, so MacTavish set out on the road to Avina alone.
The choice of McTavish was the result of Qin Zhiyuan's careful consideration. First of all, McTavish's shooting skills deserve recognition, and secondly, McTavish's identity is secure.
Of course, Qin Zhiyuan had read MacTavish's file. Although he didn't know why MacTavish appeared in Paris carrying a rifle with a scope on his back, Qin Zhiyuan also knew that MacTavish must have a special mission.
As for who instructed McTavish to come, it doesn't matter. The real employer will not show up. Even if Qin Zhiyuan wants to trace it, he will not get any results.
This also has an advantage. If McTavish misses, the Germans will not be able to find Qin Zhiyuan.
Even if the Germans knew that McTavish had been to Corsica, Qin Zhiyuan could deduce it completely: Oh, he has been released from prison for meritorious service. There is no need for us to track a person who has been released from prison.
As for whether it was Qin Zhiyuan's instigation, it doesn't matter. No one will believe a killer's words.
MacTavish understood this, but he accepted this task willingly, perhaps just to get closer to Lisumo.
Since the hijacking incident, MacTavish has never seen Su Mo again, but time has not diluted the memory, but has become clearer.
If MacTavish has any regrets now, it is that he did not have the chance to say goodbye to Su Mo in person when he left Corsica.
Of course, MacTavish knew that this trip was dangerous. It was precisely because he knew this that MacTavish did not want Su Mo to know that somewhere in this world, there was a humble person who missed her.
In order to avoid suspicion, MacTavish did not even go to Reims. Instead, he detoured through Switzerland, Germany, and finally entered Belgium, making a big circle before arriving at Avena.
This circle lasted several days, and it was precisely because of this circle that McTavish had a clearer understanding of Qin Zhiyuan's energy.
Whether in Basel, Switzerland, Stuttgart, Germany, or even in Luxembourg and Arlon, Belgium, whenever McTavish got off the train, or needed to take a train or even a carriage, someone would always show up at the right time.
, or give McTavish a ticket, or give McTavish just enough money for the fare.
You don’t have to worry about eating, as there will always be attentive waiters who will show up on time and serve carefully crafted exquisite dishes and all kinds of high-end wines imaginable, even in Germany where supplies are scarce.
Every time McTavish finished his meal, the waiter would always ask McTavish what he wanted to eat next. When the next meal time came, although the waiter would definitely change people, the dishes served would definitely be the same.
McTavish previously requested.
McTavish once wanted to test how powerful Qin Zhiyuan was, so on the train from Stuttgart to Luxembourg, McTavish proposed to eat tuna sashimi from the Gulf of Bothnia. When the next meal time, McTavish
Tavish got his wish.
The waiter with a calm expression apologized and said that the tuna in this season is not delicious. If you wait until winter, the tuna then will be extremely delicious.
McTavish had no other ideas.
MacTavish knew very well that although he seemed to be alone, there were at least ten people following him around him at any time. If MacTavish dared to escape, then what awaited MacTavish would be indescribable misery.
McTavish didn't want to run away from the battle. Even without Su Mo's factor, Qin Zhiyuan's efforts were worthy of McTavish's service.
A few meals can exchange for a person's loyalty, which sounds a bit unfair, but for many people, they don't even get the chance to exchange.
All men are created equal
Stop being funny
On July 15, MacTavish arrived in Avena.
As soon as they got off the carriage, someone put a box next to MacTavish's legs, and then he didn't leave without looking back.
McTavish had no intention of chasing after the man to see what he looked like. He picked up the box and walked along the mountain road towards the mountain.
This is MacTavish's first time to Avina, but he is extremely familiar with every plant and tree here.
Before arriving, MacTavish had already seen the photos here. The photographer was very experienced. He started taking photos from where he got off the carriage to the ambush point. In one photo, he even took photos of a walk.
Ludendorff.
In the photo, Ludendorff is of medium build, with white hair, and an indescribably tired and confused expression.
McTavish's first impression at the time was that although this man was only fifty-three years old, he looked as if he was eighty-three.
Beside a big rock at the foot of the mountain, McTavish found two ropes and a bag of food. This was three days of supplies. If there was no chance within these three days, someone would continue to put food there in three days.
There is no road for the rest of the journey. It is a cliff twenty meters high from the ground. That is MacTavish's ambush point.
Rock climbing is not difficult for McTavish. As a killer, McTavish has received training in this area.
The platform on the cliff is not big. It is two square meters in size, which is enough for a person to lie down. The bushes next to it are very lush. Unless you look carefully from above, you can't see anything. From below, you don't even need to think about it.
think.
There was also the body of a snake on the platform, its head cut off with a sharp blade. It seemed that someone had cleaned up the area before when they came up to survey the terrain.
But MacTavish didn't dare to be careless. He carefully sprinkled the snake repellent around, and then spread a blanket.
The main colors of the blanket are green and blue-gray, which are the colors of bushes and rocks. There are very strange geometric patterns on it. McTavish can tell at a glance that this is for camouflage purposes. I'm afraid that such a blanket will look very strange when it is spread on the mountain.
Even if someone walks over it, they won't be able to spot it.
Opening the box, there was a set of clothes in the same color as the blanket. McTavish immediately changed into them. They were very suitable.
There was also a gun in the box, a German-made Type 98B rifle, equipped with a Zeiss quadruple standard scope. McTavish assembled the gun and prepared to test-fire the calibration gun later.
After doing all this, MacTavish couldn't help but sigh. Those people were so considerate. They even knew MacTavish's preferences very well. They wrapped a bandage three times around the curved position of the walnut gun handle to increase the number of gun handles.
Rub for easier holding.
For a moment, MacTavish thought about joining the Foreign Legion. He felt so happy to be with a group of people who worked so thoughtfully and meticulously.
This feeling made MacTavish, who was used to living alone, feel strange, but also very curious.
Although McTavish served as a shooting instructor in the Corsican recruit camp, he did not join the Foreign Legion. He was only an external employee in Corsica. It is not that McTavish did not want to join the Foreign Legion, but there were many reasons to join the Foreign Legion.
Restrictions, such as the requirement of a clean financial record, dissuaded MacTavish from joining the Foreign Legion.
As a killer, McTavish certainly has a past that he cannot bear to look back on. Originally, McTavish did not avoid it, but when McTavish became concerned, McTavish did not want to recall it, because even if he just thought about it, he would not be able to avoid it.
The memory of that person is blasphemy.
Evil man, how could he stand next to that angel?
Lying on the blanket, MacTavish couldn't help but think wildly.
In fact, MacTavish was not like this in the past, but often once people have concerns in their hearts, they can't help but think divergently. This is not controlled by the brain, and no matter how strict training is, it cannot avoid this.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, just as the newspaper said, Ludendorff appeared in MacTavish's scope. MacTavish took a deep breath, aimed in the most relaxed posture, and moved the cross in the scope from
Ludendorff's head slowly dropped
As the center of the cross was placed over Ludendorff's head, MacTavish placed his finger lightly on the trigger.
It looked like, with the snap of a finger, the world war would be over.
McTavish had fired the gun countless times, and it had never felt as significant as this one.
If possible, MacTavish really wanted to use a camera to capture the current scene, which would definitely have preservation value.
Ludendorff, who was in the middle of the crosshair, was talking to the staff officers around him. He had a ferocious expression, his face was red, and he was very emotional, as if he was reprimanding loudly.
MacTavish only saw Ludendorff, not the obedient staff officer next to him.
