Battle of the Third Reich

"Look, it's a fighter jet escorting the heads of state. The train is coming soon!"

Hearing this shout, he was lying on the hood of the car and was trying to wipe the beach for a minute and a half ago. Sergeant Smychel, who had accurately bombarded the residue of a "blind, damn, mentally retarded fledgling bird," quickly turned Looking over the sky.

He found the target at a glance. The six bf110 heavy fighters lined up with two neat wedge formations roaring past the platform, and the front one flew while swinging its wings.

"It's terrible, I have to do it quickly."

Smachel quickly turned his head to wipe the beach stains harder.

"Damn, what the **** did the **** bird eat?"

The angry driver spit on the ground and ran quickly towards the back of the car.

"Cleanser, cleaner..."

Opening the trunk of the car, Smyschel anxiously rummaged through the toolbox for detergent, and at this moment he felt someone patting his shoulder.

"What's the matter? Didn't you see that I am busy?"

Smachel turned angrily and found a gendarme lieutenant colonel standing in front of him.

The military police officer wore a stiff military police gown, with a rubbed shiny first-level iron cross medal and a silver war wound badge, shoulder straps on his shoulders, and a stack of blue Colored playing cards.

"Sorry, sir!"

The startled driver quickly stood up and saluted.

"I am also busy, Sergeant."

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant Colonel returned a salute, and then coldly withdrew a card from the stack of cards in his hand and handed it to Smyschel.

"What is this, sir!"

"This is the number and pass of your car. Paste it in the lower right corner of the windshield. When the fleet enters, this will be your car's ranking in the fleet. Then we will wait for our command."

The gendarmerie lieutenant answered coldly.

"Yes, get it, sir."

Smachel salutes.

"Very good." Lieutenant Colonel returned with a salute, then turned and walked towards the next car.

"Wait a minute, sir!"

After seeing the sign, Smachel hurriedly stopped the lieutenant colonel who had not gone far.

"What's the problem, sergeant!"

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant Colonel stopped in doubt and turned to look at the sergeant who made him very uncomfortable and asked coldly.

"Do you think you made a mistake, Lieutenant Colonel."

Smaller held the small card and hurried to the Gendarmerie Lieutenant Colonel.

"My car is Feng. General Cuhillel's car."

"I know, what's wrong with this?" Lieutenant Colonel Gendarmerie looked more and more discomfited.

"It's like this..." Smysher said hurriedly with the chilling eyes on the other side: "My car is Feng. General's car, it should be number seven, and you give My number is number nine."

"Oh? Really?"

The lieutenant colonel was a little surprised.

"I have a look...this..."

He took a document out of his chest pocket and checked it.

"Your car is Feng. Isn't General Chilller in the car?"

"Yes, sir!"

Lieutenant Colonel frowned

"Who told you that your car is in seventh place."

"It's a second lieutenant of the gendarmerie." Smachel replied loudly.

"French Branch Lieutenant!"

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant shouted loudly while staring closely at Smyschel's eyes.

"Yes, sir!"

A military police lieutenant hurried over.

"Did you tell the sergeant his ranking order in the team?"

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant did not look back at the second lieutenant. He continued to stare at Smyschel's eyes with cold eyes.

"No, sir!"

Lieutenant Franco answered loudly.

"Is that true? Then why did the sergeant testify that you told him the order of the team."

"Absolutely not! I dare swear, sir!"

Franck Gendarmerie Lieutenant's face was white at the time.

Smyschel felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit bad. Seeing that the second lieutenant's face seemed to have a serious problem, and that this second lieutenant was not the one who borrowed fire from him in the past. .

"It is indeed not this second lieutenant, sir! It was another second lieutenant who told me."

"Oh, are you telling you that the second lieutenant is not in line?"

"Who knows the fleet order? Is there any ensign to manage the fleet?"

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant Colonel turned his head and looked at Franco.

"Only me, sir."

"Very good, you can continue your work, Lieutenant!"

The Gendarmerie Lieutenant's face relaxed, and he waved at Franco.

"Observe, sir." The second lieutenant fled quickly.

"You all heard, Sergeant, now I can accuse you of trying to tease the officer, do you have anything else to say?" Lieutenant Colonel Gendarmerie asked coldly.

"Sir, I didn't tease you. There was indeed a second lieutenant who told me that I was in seventh place!"

"Enough is enough. My patience is limited. Right now, among the military police officers, only Franco is the second lieutenant, and the other second lieutenant officers are commanding from the periphery. Your position is indeed the ninth instead of the seventh you said. number.

If the head of state arrived today, and you are Feng. Driver of General Küchler, I can arrest you now. Now I give you a chance to roll back to your car immediately to complete your task, and I will come to talk to you after this matter is over. "

"But, sir, I am..."

Smachel was completely confused. He now really regrets why he has so many things. This Lieutenant Colonel put himself in the first place and ranked the best. Even if it is wrong, it is also his fault. What matters to himself, Now it's okay to wrap yourself in.

Intimidated by the stern eyes of the lieutenant colonel, Smyschel gave up his plan to continue to distinguish himself, and he gloomyly saluted the lieutenant colonel and walked to his car in disgrace.

At this moment, a loud whistle came from afar, and the special train of the head of the Third Empire slowly entered people's sight.

"Everyone, everyone! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

With an order, the temporary platform suddenly became busy.

A group of east and west groups of military and political officials gathered together and chatted away quickly, and they stood at the already booked positions according to their respective departments and status.

The generals and a bunch of interior officials quickly formed a small square by the platform, and Feng. Blauchitz led his command staff to stand alone on the platform waiting for the head of state to arrive.

The marching band members who almost stood up with their legs weakened quickly lifted their spirits one by one, raising their instruments one by one with their chests full of hearts. The band conductor stood upright in front of the team and raised the baton high, tilting Looking towards the direction of the train, as soon as the train leaned on the platform, it immediately began to play music.

The army guard of honor begins the final military reorganization. These carefully selected tall and handsome young soldiers have long hoped to perform in front of the new German leader, standing upright and holding their guns.

The captain of the Army Honor Guard helped his commanding knife to walk from the head to the end of the team with dignity. He carefully made a final tour of his men and stopped to adjust the medal or collar of a soldier from time to time.

The Waffen SS guard of honor on the left hand side of the army guard of honor is now in a state of sternness. The young captain of the captain also walked with his command knife and walked from the end of the team to the head of the team with a cold face. He was not about to take part in the review but was about to take these soldiers to charge.

When the Waffen SS captain slowly walked to the head of the team, he also took a hard look at the army major who was patrolling the end of the honor guard of the army with that kind of cool eyes, and took the unprepared competitors. Startled.

The army major couldn't help but wondering, "What's wrong with this guy? It looks like he's going to find me to die, have I offended him before?".

The preparation work was completed quickly and methodically. Everyone held their breaths and stood silently on their posts waiting for the train to enter the station.

A long, short, and loud whistle sounded, and the train of heads began to slow down slowly. The huge armored vehicular discharge a thick white vapor, almost covering the small temporary platform.

A sharp brake sound rang in people's ears, and after the white vapor diffused in front of them, the train had steadily stopped at the platform.

"All upright!"

The two honor guards roared at the same time.

The headroom of the train of heads opened, and a soldier of the heads of state jumped off the car by flipping the pedals on the side of the car, and then skillfully lowered the folding stairs on the train, standing by the door and holding the submachine gun in front of the chest.

The slightly slower military band conductor finally waved his baton. Xu Jun appeared at the door of the train as the majestic "Single Eagle March" sounded.

"My head of state, on behalf of all officers and civil servants here, welcome you to Paris."

Feng. Brauchi took a step forward, and then respectfully raised his marshal to salute.

"My Excellency Commander-in-Chief, I am very happy to see you."

Xu Jun also raised the marshal's staff in his hands and flicked the hat brim back in return.

"My head, we all look forward to your arrival."

Kettle stepped forward to salute.

"Yes, I also look forward to seeing you, my Chief of General Staff."

Xu Jun smiled and returned the gift.

Brauziqi then warmly introduced Xu Jun to the generals and government officials who had come to greet him.

In fact, everyone understands that this is just a routine.

Those generals had more or less contact with this young head of state before, and some were still his former bosses and colleagues, so there was not too much politeness, just nodded a head to salute and said a few words at random, after all, here It’s not a place to discuss issues. It’s not too late to wait until you get back to the headquarters.

However, when Brauchit introduced the last few, Xu Jun stopped.

"Ah, Marshal Blumberg, I haven't seen you for a long time. I've wanted to visit you for a long time, but you also saw that I really can't take the time, so this time I sent a special plane to pick you up from Germany, I There are many questions for you.

Are you in good health now, the way to come is smooth, it must be very hard. . . . "

The current head of state of the Third Reich killed the former military minister and commander-in-chief of the National Defense Force violently.

"This, mine...heads, thank you very much for remembering me."

The former commander-in-chief suffocated for a long time before holding a word.

Varna. Feng. Blumberg looked puzzledly at the young head with a sincere smile on his face. He tried to reconcile the impressions left by the head in his mind with the person in front of him. Big deviation.

Blumberg is confident that he will not be fooled by the scene in front of him. He knows the background and experience of this young man. Although from the recent situation and the scene in front of him, this person has indeed changed a lot, but he I still think I should stick to my previous opinions, or it is better to keep some distance with this person first.

Xu Jun is also very clear in his mind about the army marshal. The loyalty of this person is not something that can be done by taking a few extras to bring some benefits, but he believes that with his wisdom and sincerity, the German army It is only a matter of time before the fairly capable group army commander of the group wins.

But the premise must be that the old guy must never know that he tripped him off at the time, but he also intervened, ah, no, Jack also intervened.

I wish all my book friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and see you after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

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