"Hit him!"
"Hit the motherfucker!"
In the hotel, Gandalf encouraged everyone. He was the first to throw a chair at the Jewish boss.
For a time, the entire hotel was crowded with people, and there were sounds of smashing and smashing.
Someone's hat flew in front of Xu Ming and fell into his soup. He silently held the hat with two fingers and threw it to the ground.
Xu Ming looked at the strange black foam in the soup and silently pushed the big bowl aside.
The screams of the Jewish boss were heard not far away. Xu Ming had no intention of stepping forward to help, but just watched with relish.
Ten minutes later, several patrol policemen and soldiers came outside the door.
The Jewish owner of the restaurant next door reported the situation to the patrol police and led them to deal with it.
"Stop it all!"
The leading patrol officer shouted loudly, and the tenants in the hotel looked up and continued to smash.
Other patrol officers and soldiers stepped forward to pull the crowd away.
Seeing that the Jewish boss was taking in less air and giving out more air, the patrolman reluctantly pulled out his flintlock gun and chose a lucky person, and shot him to death.
At this time, everyone stopped. The tenant threw away the furniture in his hands and stood aside, staring blankly at the bearded tenant lying in a pool of blood.
The soldiers dragged the Jewish boss back. When they got to the open space, they saw that he was already dead. They pulled out the flintlock guns around their waists and pointed them at everyone.
The tenants were startled, and there was some commotion in the crowd, but no one dared to stab them anymore, and they did not dare to look at the patrolman, and they became extremely honest.
The leading patrol officer was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. He scanned the tenants one by one and asked.
"Who made the move first?"
The tenants looked at each other and pushed back.
Only Gandalf stood upright on the spot, with his head held high and his chest raised, and he looked at the patrolman with squinting eyes.
Heinrich quietly pulled Gandalf's clothes and motioned for him to retreat into the crowd.
This action aroused Gandalf's competitive spirit. He took a big step forward and pressed his chest directly against the patrolman. The patrolman lost his balance and fell directly to the ground.
"You kid! Looking for death!"
The patrolman's face was full of shame and anger, and his liver-colored face was wrinkled with anger. He pointed the flintlock at Gandalf and pulled the trigger.
It's just that the flintlock gun hasn't been reloaded yet, so there was a "click" sound but no bullet was fired.
Gandalf didn't even blink. He continued to take a step forward, pointed at his chest and asked loudly.
"Gneisenau 1st Regiment Stormtrooper Corporal, Gandalf Narai, has served his country for three years. Do you want to shoot a hero?"
The patrolman looked at the high-spirited Gandalf with a gloomy face. After a few seconds of silence, he put the flintlock back into his waist.
"He's just a veteran, what's there to do..." The patrolman took two steps back, waved to the others, and said, "But if you kill someone, I'm going to arrest you!"
The other patrolmen took out ropes, tied Gandalf's hands, and prepared to take him away.
At this time, Heinrich stood up helplessly and said: "And me...I hit the boss on the head with a chair!"
"Yes, and me, and me!"
A fat man stepped forward. His name was Herman William Gordon, a former restaurant owner.
There were other tenants who wanted to come forward but were stopped by Heinrich, he told the patrolman.
"Catch us and don't make things difficult for others!"
The three were taken away and thrown into a prison in Nuremberg by patrol police.
The prison was originally a small castle that was abandoned and converted into a prison to house nearby prisoners.
However, in the past month, there have been too many prisoners held here.
Among them were bankrupt factory owners, advanced intellectuals who were persecuted, homeless people who had nothing but desperate measures, and real murderers.
The three of Gandalf were assigned to a room with two beds, divided into upper and lower bunks.
At this time, there was already a "resident" in the room. He had a thin face and was reading a bound volume of "Investigating Things to Know".
Gandalf glanced curiously, and the three of them each chose a bed, and then greeted the thin figure above.
"Hey, my name is Gandalf Narais. I was imprisoned because I accidentally killed a Jew. What is your name, sir? And why were you imprisoned?"
The thin figure did not move, his eyes never left the newspaper for a moment, and his hoarse and deep voice came over.
"My name... Schlemo, you can call me Little John. As for the reason for coming here~ the Jews stole my research results and sent me in."
Everyone was silent for a while.
Damn the Jews, damn France.
the next day.
The prison guards took iron bars and knocked on the iron bars one by one to wake up the prisoners.
"Get up, you lazy pigs! You have half an hour to relax!"
Gandalf rubbed his sleepy eyes and had a long chat with Little John last night. He admired Little John's talent very much.
Through understanding, Gandalf discovered that Little John had extraordinary talents in the field of science and engineering, especially in the field of machinery. Many of his small inventions improved the transmission problems of old steam engines.
This is also the reason why the Jews want to punish him. If they don't get it, they will destroy it.
The four of them washed their faces in the pool in the square outside, then wandered around the castle, chatting with many prisoners.
In just half an hour, Gandalf discovered that all the brothers in the prison were talented people.
There are uncles who are full of economic theories, soldiers who are playing war sandboxes on the ground, and physicists who gather to discuss the improvement of large steam engines.
In short, everyone here is talented and speaks well. Gandalf likes it very much.
Gandalf stayed in Nuremberg Prison for several days and got to know many people. He won the favor of many prisoners with his eloquence and extreme love for this land.
Every time these prisoners saw Gandalf, they would smile, stretch out their right hands, palms down, and shout "Hey, Gandalf!"
Then everyone smiled and went about their own business as Gandalf waved.
Every night, Gandalf stood by the iron bars and told stories to the rooms where the other prisoners were held.
There are myths from Northern Europe, art from West Asia, and fantasy novels from the East.
Although Gandalf is just a soldier, he loves learning. He likes to study publications from all over the world, and he also paints several oil paintings in his spare time.
It's just that his oil painting style is not recognized by the mainstream.
The prisoners in the prison always like to sit in front of the railings at night and listen to Gandalf telling stories.
These days, stories from all over the world have fascinated everyone, giving them a way to entertain themselves in their boring prison life.
Even many prison guards like to bring a small stool to listen to the class.
Of course, who is Gandalf? He always mixes some personal things into his stories and subtly praises the superiority of the Germans.
An extreme nationalism grew in the hearts of the people.
Just like that, one month into his prison career, the prison guard suddenly brought bad news.
