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Chapter 50 Bloodline Chain

Upon realizing that the officer in front of him was Manstein, Chen Lai immediately tried to move the gun towards his head.

After all, as long as Manstein is killed, he can leave. Even if he doesn't run into Pskov, it doesn't matter. Trading a warrant officer for a Prosenian general is a worthwhile trade no matter how you look at it.

Who knows, Comrade Stolt might even award him the Order of the Red Banner.

But the next second, a skeleton mage security guard stood in front of the figure wearing a cloak. The man had Manstein on his back and raised his finger high, pointing directly at the window where Chen Lai was.

Word of Power: Bloodline Knot

The second-order Word of Power is not of a high level. It searches for people with "dragon blood" in a limited space. The caster will enter a special "spiritual vision" state and see the red line connecting them to the hybrid.

Heinrich sensed Chen Lai through his words, raised his golden eyes to meet Chen Lai's gaze, and grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

Cold sweat immediately dripped down Chen Lai's forehead. There were actually people in the Skeleton Masters who were specifically responsible for searching for hybrids. He was probably going to be in trouble now.

Not daring to move the gun beside him, Chen Lai could only maintain this posture and stare at Heinrich, but he did not ignite his golden eyes.

"You, you, and you, go up to the attic and catch the rats hiding there!"

Heinrich pointed to several of his subordinates and ordered them to go upstairs to arrest the man, but before the three soldiers could move, Manstein spoke up:
"Forget it, Heinrich. The Rosa who have hidden themselves, the Rosa who have given up resistance, are all our friends in Prosen. Once we rule this place, we will still need their help."

"The Aryans need some space among themselves. Eurasia is large enough to accommodate both of us. Let's give our friends some more time."

After saying that, Manstein turned his back and walked directly to the command vehicle at the village entrance. The vehicle, equipped with a command antenna, started up, and the Totenkopf Division soldiers followed closely behind. Only Heinrich and the three soldiers he had just designated remained in place.

Heinrich glanced at the rooftop window again. Chen Lai had already shrunk inside, his hunting knife and grenades ready. He didn't know that Manstein had "let him go."

"The three of you stay here to discipline the troops and enforce military discipline. The second assault across the river will be launched soon, and I don't want any trace of guerrillas here!"

Heinrich gave a stern order to the three soldiers, who stood attentively and listened attentively.

“General Manstein is right. The Rosa who have given up resistance are our friends, but a hound cannot bite its master. If…” He pointed upwards, “If they dare to resist or not cooperate with the Empire’s policies, then you know what to do.”

"Yes, Sir Heinrich!" the three soldiers finally replied.

"Hi, Heimos!"

"Hi, Heimos!"

Towards the end, both sides bowed in farewell, a common greeting and closing remark in the Prosen army, used to pay homage to Emperor Heimos.

After saying that, Heinrich quickly chased after Manstein and left. He was the general's bodyguard and could not leave his post without permission.

Chen Lai waited for a while and found that no one came up, but the Lily Marlene record in the room started playing again.

Three skeleton soldiers entered the room, turned on the record player, and then quickly turned it off with a look of disgust.

"Lili Marlene" was a piece of music that the emperor had strictly forbidden to play. Previously, when the National Army conquered Belgrade, the capital of Yugoslavia, some soldiers played this song on their own, which aroused anti-war sentiment among the soldiers and angered the emperor.

As the emperor's most loyal hounds, they certainly couldn't tolerate such decadent music. "What about that Rosa upstairs? Kill her?"

“Heinrich clearly wants us to kill him, but General Manstein wants him to play the same role as ‘Vlasov’… The more mixed-race people who defect to Rosa, the better for the Empire,” a gruff voice said.

"I really don't know what Stolt was thinking, pushing the hybrids so hard towards the Empire, it's hard for them not to win! Hahaha!"

The soldier stomped his feet, letting the snowflakes fall from his boots, while mocking Stolt, the leader of the Rosa Federation.

Chen Lai remained expressionless in the attic, while the soldiers below made no attempt to suppress their voices, clearly too lazy to avoid being seen.

He had just checked; the Skeleton Division's army had already left. They were a fully motorized force. In 39, there were only five such units in all of Prosen. The vast majority of Prosen soldiers were still in the era of "mule-based" warfare and could not be motorized at all.

Outside, the looting force brought by Richthofen was awaiting their fate. Their commander had been shot by the Skeleton Division officer, but they dared not protest... The Shemos Skeleton Division, like the Shemos Youth Corps, was the Emperor's Guard, not something an ordinary national defense force like theirs could provoke.

Even though there were only three skeleton soldiers in the room at this moment, they were pure Aryans, and there was a big difference between them and ordinary Prosens!
In Prosen, racial differences are more important than anything else. Even the CEO of Siemens would have to kneel down if he met a pure-blooded Aryan beggar.

Of course, this was only a written regulation; how it was actually implemented depended on the emperor's wishes.

"There's no need to worry about the Aryan in the attic. I don't believe he won't get hungry. Once he runs out of food, he'll naturally climb down like a hyena begging for food."

Harald, the leader of the three skeleton division soldiers, made this judgment.

As he spoke, Harald opened the door and went out. He was now more concerned about "reorganizing the army." He had heard about the deterioration of discipline in Prosen's army on the Eastern Front, but he was still surprised until he saw it with his own eyes.

After all, they are a "superior race," so how could they stoop so low as to rob the property of an "inferior race"? Even if the Prosenians are only a lower race of the Aryans, they should still maintain virtue, just like the knights in those poems.

Of course, this was Harald's wishful thinking. The Skeleton Division was the Emperor's Guard, and their treatment was among the best in Prosen. People like them naturally found it difficult to understand the difficulties faced by the Prosen soldiers on the front lines.

Too lazy to listen to any explanation, Harald directly picked out several soldiers who had stolen the most valuables and fired his pistol repeatedly, leaving bloody holes between their eyebrows.

“Listen, the Aryans are the superior race. We cannot, and should not, take them…”

click-

Just as Harald was giving his speech, the attic window suddenly shattered, and four grenades flew into the air like raindrops, ready to fall into the Prosen line receiving the speech.

"How can killing just a few be enough? We must kill them all!"

Chen Lai's golden eyes had already lit up; he had been waiting, waiting for the main force of the Skeleton Masters to move far away.

The player's blood was already burning fiercely within him. Damn it, if he hadn't promised Uriah, if he hadn't had a mission, he would have already gone head-to-head with Manstein!

Now, with only a few small fry, do I really have to wait?

It's outrageous! A bunch of Prosenian devils, talking gibberish, putting on airs here, who are they trying to impress?

It exploded!!!

(End of this chapter)