Battle of the Third Reich

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From Weierle's point of view, the lunch on the day was a little boring and boring, and Borman seemed to be somewhat uneasy. He had been deliberately pleasing Xu Jun at the dining table, but he was all talking about touting Hitler Clichés. Xu Jun is a well-deserved appearance, tasting the delicacies elaborately prepared by the chef, and often showing a satisfied expression, complimenting Borman's savvy and ability. After a lunch, in fact, he didn't talk about any substantive issues, but Borman was very benefited, and finally bid farewell to Xu Jun.

How can a shrewd guy like Borman not see Xu Jun’s intentions, the new master is not just for a meal with himself, this is to show him an attitude, he has won the approval of the new head of state, Formally become a member of the core team. Enwei Bianshi has always been the mental technique used by emperors. Although the old-fashioned is very effective, even if Borman knows that Xu Jun is playing a trick, he will still be rejoiced by the praise and recognition of the other party.

"Did you see it? Weyler." As Borman walked out of the restaurant door, Xu Jun turned his head and asked the chief of staff.

"He is showing surrender to you, my head." Weierle held his glasses, and answered calmly.

"You can't just look at the surface, my friend." Xu Jun sat back at the table and picked up the green tea in front of him.

"But it's about the same. As long as my status is still strong, he will keep his duty. This man can be trusted at present."

"The eyes of Odin will watch him for you, my head of state." Weiler lowered his head.

"I have no doubt about this, Weierle, let's not talk about this first. I took the secretary's leave in the afternoon. Do you have any arrangements today?" Xu Jun sipped the green tea and put down the teacup.

"Prepare to meet some old friends in the afternoon. But if you have other plans"

"Nothing, you can do your own business."

"My head, if there is nothing else. Then the humble office requests to resign." Weyler saw that Xu Jun now seemed to be a little absent-minded, so Zhiqu asked to leave.

"Go. Weirler, remember that the evening banquet came earlier." Xu Jun waved his hand at Weirler casually.

"Yes, my head, see you at night." Weierle stood up and respectfully bowed down, then walked out of the restaurant with a briefcase.

"Dougan!" Xu Jun turned his head around the teacup and looked at the adjutant group sitting on the side table.

"Yes, my head." The Colonel of the SS stood up and saluted.

"Wait with me for a walk in the garden later." Xu Jun picked up the teapot and refilled himself with a cup of green tea.

"No problem, wait for your call at any time. My head." Daogen boots touched and nodded.

The head of state of the head of state has just settled in this mansion today. Although there is no change on the outside, the internal service channel is in a busy state. Not only the security units such as the guard flag team, but also an entire complicated command organ have been following the actions of the head of state. From assuming the throne of the head of state on the French front, the documents and files accumulated along the way can be piled up into mountains, and the most important part of the confidential documents must be sent to the archives of the Prime Minister's Office at this moment.

All kinds of loot encapsulated in crates and gifts are also sorted and stored in valuables vaults. The Germans have really got a lot of good things in the occupying power. Some officers spontaneously dedicate the most precious part to their leaders. Although they are usually only one or two ornaments, they can't stand up. Unconsciously, the total number of items has become very alarming.

The convoy of heads of state is gradually entering the warehouse from the underground passage. The underground garage of the Prime Minister’s Office has a huge space enough to put down the sixty cars. The staff dormitory on the upper level of the garage can accommodate 80 team members.

Wandering in the famous garden, Xu Jun felt a little uneasy. He always felt like he was missing something. It seemed that something important was about to happen.

"Taogen." Xu Jun stood on the concrete aisle between the lawns, looking at the neatly trimmed bushes and flowers on the lawn.

"My head of state." Dogen took a step forward and stood behind Xu Jun.

"Marshal Blumberg's side. Are there any new reports coming."

"Not yet, as agreed. There should be a contact this afternoon." Dougan replied.

"I hope their task can be successfully completed, which is very important to our cause."

"I believe the Marshal knows this very well. My head."

"Dougan."

"Yes, my head."

"Forget it, the sun here is too big, I feel a little hot. I have to go back to the bedroom to take a rest. You should also take a break in the afternoon. It is enough to leave Disenhofen beside me." Xu Jun Yixing said sullenly He guessed that he had eaten too much for lunch just now, and now he can't beat it.

"Observe, my head." Daogen nodded.

Xu Jun’s bedroom is set on the second floor of the Prime Minister’s Palace, with a dedicated staircase leading directly to the private passage outside the ground floor office. This floor is also a residential area for officers and secretaries. Xu Jun’s room is at the top of the corridor, and the bedroom area is not very large, that is, a dozen square meters. This small bedroom was popular among politician monarchs at the time, because the medical community at that time believed that the space was small It is more conducive to the owner’s sleep. In fact, it is true. The smaller the room, the easier it is to heat, and the small private space can bring a sense of security to the owner. Xu Jun’s room is a triple suite, with a reception room in the middle. The bedroom is on the south side and a private office on the north side. There is also a soundproof door connected to the confidential secretary room next door. At this time, except for a few guards and staff on duty, the other secretaries had already left. When the head of state walked upstairs with his personal adjutant, the guards hurriedly paid tribute to him.

"Disenhofen, if there is no major event, don't disturb me." Then he explained to Disenhofen that Xu Jun went into the bedroom and got ready for a nap. He was too tired during this time, and sitting in this position always paid a price.

Just when the head of state fell into a sweet dream, he would not have thought that at this moment in the far east, a series of events that would affect the course of world history are quietly going on.

"This is not the kind of brand we want, there is no other? This **** British profiteer! Well, okay, tell him we all want. What? He only accepts Mark, this vampire, he is British. Why? No sterling!" Captain Hank Robin complained loudly to the quartermaster on the other side of the phone.

"Okay, I know. Just give him this number. In addition, you have to warn the **** not to make tricks on the goods. If I find him daring to refill it, I will come back and unscrew his head, Then stuffed into his huge eyes, I vowed to do it. Well, that’s it. Come back immediately after you get the things, and see you." Imagine the landline is the head of the British profiteer, Captain Robin fell fiercely. The microphone was dropped.

"Calm down, Captain, this is a public property." The port attendant snatched the telephone over.

The port attendant is an old man in his 60s. It is said that when he was young, he was also a good player at sea. He had participated in the Battle of Jutland and played against Emperor William’s ocean fleet. Captain Robin didn’t believe it. This old thing is obviously bragging.

"Captain. Are you leaving?" The old man picked up the telephone receiver and listened carefully. No problems were found. He narrowed his eyes and asked Robin.

"Yes. Old Reading, we Germans are about to leave, don't you feel very happy." Robin took out the cigarette case out of his shirt pocket and took two cigarettes, one in his mouth, The other one was thrown to the old British man on the opposite side.

"How come, I feel safer when you are with me. Don't look at the fact that so many warships are concentrated in Singapore, they are all a group of unused goods, and they can't be compared with us at that time. Right now in this naval base, that is You Germans look the most well-trained. Have you heard of it. Some people say that you have seen the Japanese cruiser fleet near Sarawak. If the Royal Navy still has the strength of the year, where would this group of yellow monkeys dare to go to that place? Go. But now, know that their naval strength is now ranked second in the world. No country other than the U.S. Navy has been able to confront them alone at sea.” Old Redding ordered the cigarette and said anxiously.

"Do you think the Japanese will clash with you?" Robin spit out a smoke ring.

"It's us, German, now we are allies, aren't we." Old Reading, holding a cigarette, leaned over to open the door on the side of the desk, and took out half a bottle of rum and two from the inside. The glass goblet.

"It's spread all over the place. You and the Japanese fought a battle in French Indochina and directly wiped out an entire infantry battalion."

"That's true. These Japanese monkeys should be peaceful for a while. The German Army is the strongest in the world. Of course, our navy is not bad." Old Reading put a wine glass in front of Robin and poured most of it. Glass of rum.

"For health." The old man picked up the glass.

"For victory!" Robin raised the glass.

"Okay, for victory." The old man gestured to Robin with a glass of wine, then raised his head and drank.

"What happened on the phone in front of you that made you so angry." Old Reading picked up the bottle and gave Captain Robin another full glass.

"It's not that Isi Gesen, this obese maggot, **** profiteer, I need a batch of daily necessities, towels, soap and perfume. Our supply ship just happened to go to Djibouti. I heard people tell him that he has stocks here, but I didn't expect this **** to want to fool me with **** made in India." Captain Robin mentioned this as a fire.

"You're obviously being fooled by someone. How could you find this guy, who doesn't know the sly Asigson, the greedy Jew in the military port." Old Reading took a sip of rum and was sympathetic. Robin said.

"He's a Jew? No one mentioned this to me." Captain Robin slammed his fist at the table with wide eyes.

"Anyway, your transaction has been completed, so be careful next time. But you can rest assured that this guy has been here for a long time, although sometimes greedy, but never use fakes to deceive people, otherwise the headquarters He will not be allowed to become one of the military suppliers. If he receives your money, the quality of the goods can be guaranteed." Old Reading comforted Captain Robin and added wine to his glass.

At this moment, Lieutenant Igor, the first officer of u106, pushed open the door and walked in. "It looks like you're quite comfortable now, Hank." Igor took off his military hat and walked to the desk with sweat.

"You also have a glass, lieutenant." Old Reading took another glass from the side cabinet.

"No, thank you, Mr. Reading. I have some business with the captain." Igor walked to the table and patted Robin's shoulder.

"Why are you running here? Fuel supply is almost going." Robin looked at his deputy curiously.

"Go back and talk." Igor whispered.

"Sorry, old Reading, it seems there is something important. I will ask you for a drink after I return, I will bring you a bottle of the best rum, I promise." Robin stood up, facing the old man Redding said.

"That's really great. I look forward to your return soon. Captain Robin, I wish you all the best." Old Reading smiled and said goodbye.

Out of the duty room, Captain Robin followed Igor towards the berth of U106.

"The fuel is already full. The sailor chief is leading the soldiers to make the final preparations. I came to you because of this." Igor took out a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and handed it to Robin.

"Telegram?" Robin took the paper and looked up.

"Order us to leave now?"

"Look at the destination again." Igor reminded.

"Haiphong?" Captain Robin stopped and looked surprised.

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(To be continued.)