Chapter 2
TWO FLAGS
From the corners of their eyes, the other men watch the tall South African who now stands a pace before them.
Sergeant Zhakof stares hard at the tall man, his jaw muscles working convulsively. He knows this blond soldier. He has seen him fight many times. He has often seen him act in danger with unparalleled bravery and cool-headedness.
That is why the big Russian feels tempted at this moment to draw his revolver and force Teuns Stegmann back into line, because Zhakof knows as surely as he lives that this is a setup. It is a typical Doelak ruse to capture this fort without a fight and, moreover, to claim the life of a brave Legionnaire.
But then there is another movement.
Another man has stepped forward. This time it is the giant German, Fritz Mundt.
“Thank you,
