Battle of the Third Reich

Mueller raised his hand wisely to salute the two second lieutenants, and the commander of the Cypriot legion saw enough admiration and awe from the other's eyes.

Mueller is very satisfied with his current status and honor. Who would have thought that he was just an ordinary captain battalion two months ago. With a smug smile on his face, Mueller walked energetically along the ornately decorated corridor towards the elevator.

Several finished officers were chatting while waiting for the elevator to arrive. Mueller recognized two familiar faces in the middle.

"Lord General." The two Air Force pilots respectfully nodded to Mueller.

"How are the two of you now? It looks very good." Mueller smiled and patted the captain's arm. He remembered that the captain seemed to be called Sluton, and the other was a little shorter.

"Thank you very much for your concern, Lord General." Sluton replied with a smile.

"Yes, General, this is really great. We had a real French breakfast just now." The Air Force Lieutenant interjected.

"If it weren't for your sake, we still don't know when we will have the opportunity to go to Paris. I heard that the British mainland will be attacked soon, Your Excellency."

With a clear bell, the elevator finally reached this floor. The wooden elevator door carved with lily lace with smooth and gorgeous lines slowly opened, and an elevator attendant wearing a blue classic uniform with a ridiculous hair cover pulled the outer gilded carved iron fence door neatly.

A group of officers rushed out, and Mueller once again fell into a situation of constant salute. After the man finished, Mueller walked leisurely into the elevator, and no one followed him.

The officers were ready to wait for the next elevator when they saw Mueller coming. Their rank was not high enough to share the same elevator with a general. The German team was one such A place with strict hierarchy.

"The two of you come in, and I have something to ask you." Mueller waved to the two air forces, and the two pilots quickly walked into the elevator.

"Waiter, to the third floor, how many floors do you go to?" Mueller asked.

"We are also on the third floor, Lord General."

"Oh? What are you doing on the third floor?" Mueller looked at the two pilots in surprise.

"We also don't know. The notice we received last night, let us report to Colonel Dougan at the head office of the third floor at 9 am. By the way, Your Excellency, what do you want to ask us in front?" Sluton asked respectfully .

"Nothing, just don't want to stand here silly."

Mueller smiled and blinked at the two pilots.

"My Excellency Chief of Staff, Your Excellency Marshal."

Mueller followed a civilian officer into the living room outside the head of state's office. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Kettle and Wehrler sitting on the sofa.

"Ah, Mueller, where did you go last night, I won't be able to find you until halfway through the reception."

Kettle's love for this head of state will be very concerned. Although it seems that the upgrade is a bit faster, it is indeed outstanding.

"I was taken by some old friends to enjoy the night view of Paris, Your Excellency Marshal." Mueller sat down on the single sofa beside him, and a serviceman quickly took a drink.

"Huh? What is this?"

Mueller questioned, staring at the yellow-orange drink in the glass.

"This is Chinese tea, you can drink it, maybe you will not get used to it at first, but once you get used to it, you will fall in love with that taste." Weiler said with the tea cup.

"Here, don't you put sugar? At least some lemons."

Mueller took a sip of curiosity, then frowned.

"You can't put anything to drink this kind of tea. This is the order of the head of state. I advise you to get used to the taste of this tea as soon as possible, because the head of state likes this kind of stuff very much, and now the base camp only serves this kind of drink."

"Oh? The head of state likes this kind of tea? Then I will get used to it as soon as possible. When I return to the legion, I must bring it back."

Mueller cautiously carried the tea cup, as if the glass contained 40 years of Bordeaux.

"By the way, are the Chiefs of Staff and the Marshals both coming to see the head of state? Who is inside now?"

Mueller asked in a respectful manner as he put down the teacup.

"This one...."

Weiller and Kettle frowned at the same time, and there was a clear worry in their eyes.

"What's the matter, two lords." Mueller felt the atmosphere a bit wrong.

"We don't know the exact situation. The head of state is now alone. I don't know why he doesn't see anyone now." Kettle scratched his nose.

"Marshal Keitel and I are here to report to the head of state on the latest plan made by the headquarter. His Excellency the head of state asked us to report here early in the morning. Now we have all waited for an hour. He hasn't met us yet. We are waiting not to leave. Listening to Disenhofen said that the head of state’s mood seems very bad, and I am a little worried.” Weierle said.

At that moment, the door of the head of state's office opened, and the head of life of the head of state, Disenhofen, came out with a tray.

"Major Disenhofen!" Mueller shouted loudly.

"Hush!" Disenhofen turned back and waved to Mueller, then gently closed the office door. "General Mueller."

Disenhofen walked to the sofa and put the tray on the coffee table, then saluted Mueller.

"How is it?" Weiler pouted at the office.

"I've never seen the head of state like this, General Weiler, I am very worried." Disenhofen said worriedly.

"He was standing in front of the window and stared at the bronze pillar in the square outside. He got up at three o'clock this morning and hasn't eaten anything yet."

Disenhofen pointed to the tray.

"Look, he hasn't moved at all. He hasn't even drunk a sip of water until now."

"Have something happened? Disenhofen, you are the lieutenant of life of the head of state. Is there anything abnormal about the head of state last night." Mueller asked anxiously.

"I also don't know very well. Colonel Dougan seems to know a little bit about the specific situation. I'm going to work. The head of state asked me to give him the atlas. Your Excellency."

Disenhofen stood up and picked up the tray, then nodded to Mueller and quickly walked out of the living room.

"Look, what is this? In my opinion, your Excellency the Head of State must be conceiving new strategic measures for the UK." Mueller looked at the two chiefs of staff and said.

"I don't think it's that simple. Something must have happened. I have this hunch." Weiler said.

"I feel the same way, General Weiler." Kettle nodded.

At this moment, the door of the living room opened, and Daogen walked in with a worried expression.

"Is the head of state still meditating? Your Excellency." Dogen asked Weiler after respectfully nodding to the several present.

"Yes, still inside, what happened, Dougan. Hearing Disenhofen say you know the specifics." Mueller asked aloud.

"I don't know the exact situation." Doogen sat down on the sofa frowning.

"I also just heard from Disenhofen that the head of state did not eat breakfast and left you outside the door, and this came over immediately."

"The head of state got up at three in the morning?" Weiler asked.

"I know this, I just slept in the outside. Hans went to Berlin and I took his place. Yesterday afternoon when the head of state visited the Eiffel Tower, it might have been cold. I drank a few more drinks at the reception at night. I got sick as soon as I got back here."

"Sick? Serious? Why didn't you come and notify us." Kettle asked anxiously.

"The head of state ordered me not to disturb you. And the situation is not very serious, or there is a slight fever. I asked the military doctor to dispense the head of the medicine. After taking the medicine, he went to Chuang and fell asleep."

"What happened later."

"I was sleeping in the outside room. At night, no, by about half past two this morning, I was suddenly awakened by the shouting of the head of state. I didn't know what was happening at that time, and quickly called the guard to rush into the head of the head room."

"What about later?" Kettle asked eagerly.

"We saw the head of state sitting on the bed, his head covered with sweat, his face pale, and his eyes full of fear. Especially when he looked at my eyes, I don’t know why, at that time he didn’t seem to recognize me. I still remember the look of doubt, confusion, surprise and fear."

"What about later?" This is Mueller.

"We were terrified afterwards and didn't know what happened. We just stood beside the bed in such a state of helplessness. Then the head of state seemed to recognize me and immediately became very happy. He took my sleeve. Speaking to me loudly, but I couldn't understand what he was talking about. He seemed to be using a language that I had never heard, and I couldn't understand a word other than my name.

Later, the head of state also discovered this, and then began to use German. I really don't know that the head of state actually speaks five languages. I have heard him speak English, French and Italian. I never thought he would have a strange foreign language that I have never heard. "

"Putting emphasis, Colonel Dougan, what's wrong with the heads of state?" Weierle interrupted Dougan's words, frowning impatiently.

"The head of state had a nightmare, a terrible nightmare."

"What! Nightmare?"

"Just a nightmare?"

"Nightmare?"

The three listeners stared at Dougan dumbfounded.

"Yes, the head of state told me that, he had a terrible nightmare."

"That's it."

The three listeners leaned back on the back of the sofa at the same time, and the expression on their faces suddenly cleared.

"Worried us all to death, and thought that something big happened, and the result was just a dream."

Kettle smiled at Weiller.

"I'm not because of the two of you. What you said seems to be very serious. It made me worry for nothing." Mueller picked up the tea cup on the table.

"No, what's going on now, the heads' performance now is not because of a nightmare." Weierle suddenly found that they seemed to have made a mistake.

"What you said makes sense, maybe he dreamed of an important issue."

Kettle frowned again.

"Dougan, what did the head of state dream about, did he tell you."

"I didn't say anything specifically, but from then on, his expression was very frustrating. He seemed to have a heavy heart. Then he put on his military uniform and came to the office. He said that there were important issues to think about individually. I Unexpectedly, he would have been thinking until now that he would not even eat food." Dogen said worriedly.

Just as several guys fell into a cloud of sorrow again, the office door suddenly opened.

"Kettel, Weiler, the two of you are still there? Great, I was just looking for you. Come in, I have some questions for you to help solve."

Xu Jun stood at the door and shouted loudly.

"Head of State!"

Everyone present stood up to pay his respects.

"What are you still doing? Oh? Mueller, you are here, too. I just want to ask your opinion."

Xu Jun's face now looks a little tired, but judging from the constantly flashing light in his eyes, he is in a state of excitement and excitement, and it seems that his spirit is not bad.

"You have nothing to do, I heard..." Kettle asked hesitantly.

"What have I heard, what else will I have." Xu Jun raised his eyebrows, and then he reacted.

"Oh, you are referring to the front... I was just troubled by an extremely simple and stupid question, and now I have fully figured it out, thank you for your concern."

Then he turned his face and said to Dogen, who was standing next to him, "Dogen, why don't you take a look at the Disenhofen, and haven't sent the map yet. By the way, I'll be a little hungry for another breakfast. "

"Obey, my head."

Dogen nodded his head chicly, and his face was full of joy when he raised his head, because Doogen found that his head was back.