Battle of the Third Reich

Xu Jun raised his chin with a solemn expression, slightly curved his left elbow, clutching his marshal's scepter in his palm, his right arm raised diagonally toward the upper right, responding to the tens of thousands of Italians around him.

Since coming to this time and space, Xu Jun has been feeling the impact of the culture of the 1940s. At this time, this once innocent and young Chinese student has turned into a butterfly and transformed into a butterfly. A true national leader.

From the initial disdain and even resistance, to the enjoyment of the power in his hands, to the skillful manipulation of the operation of a country, this earth-shaking change has only changed in a few months, and the environment can quickly change a person. , This sentence is not empty talk.

This is 1940. The embers of the second industrial revolution have not gone out, and the third industrial revolution has not yet begun. At this time, human beings have just entered the electrical age. Some technological inventions that will change the entire world in the future have just sprouted a little bit of germination, not to mention the impact on human society.

The microphone is a great invention popular with all politicians, because most of them have gone through the era of roaring in the streets. Hitler was able to roar three lessons at a time on the podium. One was that the former army corporals were indeed talented, and the other was that the Nazi Party was very good at using modern audio equipment.

Xu Jun realized that his throat hadn't even splashed a splash of water, and immediately gave up the slogan, but began to use body language to show his personal charm to the surroundings.

The head of empire was wearing a white marshal uniform, which he had customized in Berlin for his trip to Italy. All are hand-stitched with comfortable and close-fitting lines that perfectly show the world's shapely body shape.

The German Army has not been equipped with white uniforms, but the SS has been equipped with white m32 uniforms, but that is only casual clothes worn in summer, which stipulates that they can only be worn in specific seasons and environments, and because the material is generally linen. The uniform was very wrinkled after cleaning, so it was not welcomed by the group of SS officers who were in the limelight. As a result, it was quickly eliminated naturally and disappeared in the black army.

There have been some SS officials in history who will wear his white m32 uniform on some occasions to show their deep-rooted skills in the SS to younger generations.

However, the uniform on Xu Jun's body is completely the white version of the German army marshal's dress, and also added a lot of personal changes. All the ornaments and military logos on the clothing are artificially embroidered with golden silk threads. The parts that originally used black lines are replaced with silver threads here.

The collar was erected with a golden and red army general’s medallion on its collar, a golden general ornament on the right shoulder, a sterling silver inlaid buckle inlaid with gold rims, and a shining knight iron cross medal. Xu Jun wears all the medals he has obtained today. These are the proofs that he was born and died on the battlefield and led the German ** team to win the victory. To show the world that the heroic apostle set up by this God’s apostle is far more than just taking A herald soldier of a first-level iron cross is comparable.

The young German head of state wore an army belt with a gold buckle. The buckle was also engraved with the famous proverb "God is with me." If you are careful, you will find that the pattern in the middle is no longer a foot. The 4D Nazi Eagle emblem is an image of an imperial black eagle stepping on a Teutonic Iron Cross.

On the side of the belt, there was a saber sling with a golden chain. Xu Jun did not wear a traditional German army long saber this time, but chose an exquisite and gorgeous army officer short sword.

This handle was specially customized for Xu Jun by Karl Eckhorn. All the carvings are made of 18k yellow gold. The milky white ivory handle is wrapped with a spiral of twisted gold wire, and the middle is covered with white calf leather. In the gold-plated sword sheath, there are stored pure steel sword blades forged and carved by three swordsmiths by hand. Whether it is design or handwork, it can be called a piece of art that is enough to be handed down to the world.

The head of state marched forward with the marshal scepter, looking at the handsome face of this young head, and the tall figure that was healthy and elegant, and the Italian ladies present were snorting and suspiciously blushing. In just a few minutes, the handsome German head of state gained tens of thousands of fanatic fans, and at the same time, in the following days, triggered thousands of family disputes in Rome.

The German head of state was striding steadily, striding up to the altar of the Italian motherland, followed by only two entourages, Weiler and Ribbentrop.

"It's all arranged, can you start on time, Your Excellency?" Badoglio stepped onto the stands one step ahead and whispered to Xu Jun.

"Then let's start, don't forget, you are the core of this ceremony." Xu Jun made a light gesture with a smile.

"Okay, Your Excellency." Badogrio nodded to Xu Jun. The military band waiting for a long time began to sing the Italian national anthem. In full dress, Badoglio held the lecture port and wandered to the podium in the center of the grandstand.

"He looks a little nervous." Weierle said in Xu Jun's ear.

"This is the first time he has made public appearances with Mussolini's successor, and it always requires a process of adaptation." Xu Jun said to his staff sideways.

"Ambassador Oshima of Japan is saying goodbye to you, my head." Ribbentrop reminded in a small voice on the other side.

"Where is that guy sitting? Oh, I saw it." Xu Jun turned his face and nodded slightly to the Japanese ambassador who sat down in the back row and saluted himself.

"What's wrong with his face?" Xu Jun whispered to the Deputy Foreign Minister.

"I don't think there is any problem, my head." Ribbentrop looked back suspiciously.

"It looks more square than when we last met." Xu Jun said seriously.

"Ah? If you don't remind me, I really haven't found this." Ribbentrov looked back at Oshima Hiro again.

Where did the Japanese special envoy know that the German was teasing him? He thought that he had successfully attracted the attention of the other party. When Ribbentrov looked over, he responded enthusiastically with a smile.

"Well, my head of state, you are right, his chin is almost square, it seems that this time in Japan has put a lot of pressure on this poor guy." Ribbentrop laughed Whispered.

"You have read the report you received this morning, my head of state." Weiler looked over and asked.

"I've seen it, Weierle, what's your suggestion?" Xu Jun moved the dagger to a comfortable position.

"We suggest not to move for a while, my head." Weyler replied.

"As I thought, Weierle, when he went back, he drafted an order. The next thing was all left to Count Stauffenberg to deal with." The head of state struck his palm with his scepter.

"So what should the latter one deal with, my head." Ribbentrop turned his head away.

"You go talk to him first, try to respond to the Japanese side, and touch their cards." Xu Jun twisted his waist and changed his sitting position.

"My head, Badoglio's manuscript is almost finished, and then it's your turn to speak on stage." Weiler reminded in a small voice.

"Eric, give me my manuscript." The head of state reached out to the adjutant sitting in the seat behind him.

"As the ancestors have warned us, the Italians must unite as one. We are here to mourn the dead and pray for his soul to be at peace." Badogrio held the podium with a trembling voice and a sad face on his face. .

"At least he looks like a qualified politician at the moment." Xu Jun glanced at the new Italian prime minister, then bowed his head and continued to turn the speech in his hand.

"Now, in order to participate in this mourning ceremony, there are VIPs who personally arrived from Berlin, Prime Minister Mussolini's most loyal friend during his lifetime, the head of the Great German Empire, His Excellency Reinhardt von Steide." After the introduction of Badoglio, he applauded and gave up the platform for Xu Jun.

The head of empire has been through hundreds of battles for a long time, and there will be no stage fright. With his speech and scepter in hand, he strode to the center of the grandstand.

Xu Jun first placed the scepter and the script on the podium, then adjusted the microphone.

"Citizens of Rome, citizens of this great country." The head of empire began his speech with a clear voice.

"This is the first time I have come to this country and to this city. Like you, my purpose is to mourn a close close friend, a wise and knowledgeable mentor, a brave and strong warrior, a benevolent Generous saint, a great national leader Benito Almikale Andrea Mussolini." Xu Jun held the podium with his left arm, and clenched his fist on his chest with his right hand.

"Remember that I had a phone call with my friend Mussolini a week ago. At that time, Prime Minister Mussolini also invited me warmly and invited me to come to Rome for a visit. I was very happy to agree to his invitation. And believe that this will be an exciting trip," the German head of state said here to turn his fists into palms, holding his heart.

"But on the third day after the end of the call, Mussolini fell under the gun of a despicable assassin. When I heard this terrible news, the whole person was shocked. I thought it was some kind of A bad joke, and even want to reprimand the people who sent the news." The head of state clenched his fist on the desk of the podium.

"But when my subordinates told me that all this was true, my heart was immediately occupied by sorrow and pain. I knew that I had lost a most loyal friend, Germany had lost a firm ally, the world Lost an outstanding leader, and Italy lost a greatest hero." The head of state said heavily.

Xu Jun looked towards the people below and saw that many people were silently wiping their eyes. Italians are emotional. Many people restrain their emotions and try not to cry out at this time. At this time, the Italians still love Mussolini. Although they all know that this guy is all wrong, this leader is more close to the people than the nobles and politicians who were above. He grew up from the bottom of society, knowing what ordinary Italian people need, and knowing how to please these people.

"He fell, just as Italy ushered in a precious peace, when the country was preparing to integrate into the new European order. He should have been able to see, seeing his dreams one by one in the near future Realization, seeing the country become prosperous and powerful, everyone smiled.

But he fell, with his unfulfilled ideals, and with his deep love for the motherland, Mussolini left us. We are now standing here to mourn him, to mourn the soldier, leader, kind father, and teacher. We feel his departure, and pray that he can get a rest. Xu Jun raised his right hand and pointed at the coffin parked in the center of the altar square.

"But at the same time, those of us who are alive must remember firmly why Mussolini died." Xu Jun paused, glancing at the people below.

"He was for this country, for each of you, for the rejuvenation of the Italian nation, to reproduce the prosperity of the Roman Empire, and was eventually killed by the assassins bought by the villains because he violated the interests of the conspirators.

All of you must keep this in mind, not let Mussolini die in vain, and let his enemies know that Mussolini’s business will be inherited, and the Kingdom of Italy will not sink in this way. And the great Italian people will continue to make great strides toward the unachieved goals of the leaders on the path chosen by Mussolini. Xu Jun said loudly, waving his fist.

"Long live Mussolini! Long live Italy!" The Italian agents arranged in the crowd shouted slogans.

"Long live Mussolini! Long live Italy!" The people suddenly boiled, and a tide-like slogan rang from the square. Xu Jun took advantage of this opportunity and drank a glass of water.

"Italian citizens!" The head of state pressed his hands down.

"Italian citizens!" Xu Jun shouted loudly, and the crowd's slogans gradually stopped.

"Remember that before coming to Rome, someone said to me that Mussolini was dead, his spirit would follow him, and people would soon forget him, just like the heroes who died in history, Soon he will only become the codename of a piece of history." Xu Jun held the platform with his hands and glanced at the crowd around him.

"Will not."

"We will not forget him." A few bold Italians replied sporadically.

"Yes, that's how I answered each other." Xu Jun pointed to the guy talking to the audience.

"Why, because the people of Italy, that is, you, will never allow this to happen. No one in this world can stop the road of the Italian kingdom from rising again, and no one can change Mussolini’s direction for you. No one can stop you from realizing the legacy of Mussolini, you citizens of Italy will not allow it, and he" Xu Jun pointed to Badoglio standing behind.

"The successor of the cause of leadership, the Supreme Marshal of Badogrio will not allow it. And I, the loyal friend of Prime Minister Mussolini, the head of the Great German Empire will not allow this kind of thing to happen to Italy. I want to tell you, great Italian citizens, you are not alone." Xu Jun tapped on the table and then raised his arms to perform a fascist ceremony.

Suddenly the audience was sensational again. The Italians excitedly raised their hands and looked at a forest of arms, slowly shaking like a breeze.

"I can be here to assure you that no matter what happens in the future, the Great German Empire will always be Italy's strongest ally. I will always be watching this great country, watching you, watching the Italian people to complete The unfinished dream of the leader.

May God bless this country and the people here. We are here to mourn Mussolini, to mourn the departure of a hero, we to mourn Mussolini here, also witnessed the beginning of an era, that is Italy to stand up again, to reproduce the glorious era of Rome.

So we are standing here now, mourning Mussolini, hoping that his soul can rest in heaven. Amen. Xu Jun stretched out his finger and drew a cross across his chest.

ps: I don't want to publish it in two chapters. I simply coded it into a four thousand word chapter.

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