Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 201: Meet (Part 1)

Fashir is very cooperative. He and Randolph are now acquaintances. As early as at the station, he learned the identity of the other party. Chen ↗ Yuan ↙ Wen×Xue? Net grew up in the royal tabernacle. Fasher has seen more such high-powered pets. Usually such people have relatively small eyes, so it is better to be innocent or not. .

If Randolph knew what the prince thought of him, he might yell wronged. What is a high-ranking favored minister? This is the trust that the head of state has placed in us. Besides, our heart is not small at all. If you don’t believe me, you see Mueller stole his lunch and saved it on the afternoon of July 3 this year. The fresh cherries that you plan to save until the evening when you read the novel, you go and ask Muller if we have been held accountable, you have already forgotten them all generously. (Xu Jun(﹁﹁)~ President Randolph, you have to believe me..(っ*?Д`)っ)

Fasher followed Randolph to the upper floor. Two armed guards stood at the top of the stairs. When they saw the SS lieutenant colonel, they immediately raised their guns and saluted. The prince still remembered the structure of this building. There was a large room in the middle of the second floor. It was the living room where Adile feasted on VIPs.

There are two more armed guards guarding at the door of the living room with guns. Apparently the big man who wants to see him is behind this door. Randolph stood still in front of the door, and two guards pushed the door open for him.

"Prince Fashir has been here, my head of state." The SS lieutenant colonel strode into the door, his boots and his arms raised in salute.

Two SS soldiers pushed Fasher from behind, and the Arabian prince hurried into the door.

After entering the door, the first thing Fashir saw was the pile of jewels in the middle of the carpet. He also grew up with good clothes and food. He often went in and out of the palace of Ibn Saudi Arabia. I have never seen such a scene before me.

"Bring the prince here." A clear voice said, Fasher could hear that it was German, but he still didn't know anything about this language.

"Yes, my Führer." Randolph replied loudly, then walked to the prince who was standing in the doorway, and patted his arm.

"Go over there." Randolph shook his head towards the side of the room.

Fasser hurriedly looked in the direction pointed by Randolph, only to see a German general in a neat uniform standing by a round table on the west side of the room.

The Arabian prince could not tell the difference between a general and a marshal in the German uniform, but he could feel the temperament that this young general exudes, which was completely different from the officials he had met before. He vaguely remembered In the Saudi king, it seems that he has once felt this kind of aura full of oppression.

"Fasher bin Abdul salutes you, respected general, and may the true **** bless you." Fasher was taken to the young general, and he respectfully bowed his chest with one hand. The other party salutes.

"May the true God bless you, Your Royal Highness." A pure Arabic word came from his ear, Fasher raised his head in surprise, his eyes widened uncontrollably.

If his ears didn't make a mistake just now, it should be the general in front of him who answered him.

"Don’t be nervous, Prince Fasher, I can speak a little Arabic." The head of the empire held the table top with one hand, and the other hand hung naturally on his waist, with a kind smile on his face. Fasher's eyes were as bright as sunlight.

"Your Arabic is very good, my honorable general." Fasher bowed respectfully again.

The prince once invited a British teacher to teach him English and aristocratic social etiquette. He did not learn English very well, but he considered himself impeccable in etiquette.

"Your Excellency, have we met before, I think you look familiar." Fasher asked humbly, vowing that he must have seen this face somewhere. It's a pity that he is more than handsome and lacks a little masculinity. The Arabian prince wondered if it would be perfect to grow a beard.

"His Royal Highness Fasher, I can guarantee that we have never met before, and I am not a general, I am a field marshal, and I have another part-time job. You may have heard of me from others, I am Reinhard von Steide." Xu Jun smiled and pointed to the marshal's epaulette on his shoulder, and pointed out the common sense error of the opponent.

"Wait...wait a minute..." Fasher was really shocked by Xu Jun's answer.

The prince used to have such a little expectation, but he was immediately overthrown by himself. The German head of state came to the Arabian Peninsula from faraway Europe, just to meet a captured and fallen prince, that can only be himself His wishful thinking is impossible in reality.

But the imaginary German head of state is now truly standing in front of him. An impulse suddenly surged in Fashir's heart, that was to kneel down to face Mecca and sincerely praise the greatest true God. All this must be the will of the true God, and he must have recognized his devotion to faith.

Finally, the prince remained awake and did not act rudely in front of Xu Jun. Otherwise, if the Führer mistakenly thought he was a religious extremist in front of him, the following story might not go on.

"It turns out that you are the head of Germany. I really didn't expect you to be here, ah...May the true God bless you, your honorable head of state." Fasher stroked his chest and bowed solemnly again.

"May the true **** bless you, Royal Highness Fasher, I don't think we need to be so polite between us, please sit down and talk." Xu Jun waved his hand and pointed to the carpet beside him.

At that time, the Arabs liked to sit on the ground. There were very few furniture such as tables, chairs and benches in their tents. Most of them were just a simple carpet with a pile of cushions and cushions. In this regard, there is not much difference between the rich and the poor in Arabia. It is nothing more than the different materials used. The rich can use silk and velvet, while the poor only have linen and wool felt.

The Adil administrative officer looks like a rare and elegant figure. In the living room there are both Arab-style carpet cushions, Western-style high-back chairs and round tables. These two very different cultures are luxuriously decorated in this room. In the room, they were magically blended together, making people not aware of any abruptness.

"Thank you very much, honorable head of state." Fasher thanked him respectfully, and then walked to the carpet and sat down.

The prince seems to have a personality. Xu Jun's evaluation of Fashir has increased a bit. Fashir's every move after entering the door ~ IndoMTL.com~ is in Xu Jun's eyes, now The head of state is more confident in the next plan.

"I'm sorry, I don't have much time to entertain you, Your Royal Highness. My schedule is very tight. I will return to Germany tonight. These days, my subordinates have not neglected you." Xu Jun is at the table. Sit down on the chair, smiled and apologized to the prince.

"No, no, Colonel Dogen and Major Jurgen took good care of me. The food for three meals was very good. They also allowed my servants to continue to serve me, making me feel as comfortable as at home." Hill quickly answered loudly.

How dare he express his dissatisfaction? He didn't hear the Führer's statement that he would return to Germany tonight. It is easy for him to file a complaint on his own side.

He has been taken care of by a few SS officers, especially the terrifying Major Jurgen. The prince has been completely overshadowed by the former Gestapo. Now as long as the opponent appears near Fasher, His Royal Highness will feel a burst of urine like a conditioned reflex.

"Very well, I'm relieved." Xu Jun smiled and put his right hand on the round table. He couldn't see it at Fasher's position. The fingers of the imperial head were rubbing an antique sword at the moment. Hilt of the sword.

"What do you think of this war? I want to hear your thoughts, especially the Saudi royal family's attitude towards this war. Don't be nervous...you can talk freely here." The head of state was kind. Smile.

"Understood, Honorable Führer..." Fasher humbly agreed. The Arab prince began to organize sentences quickly in his heart, not only to satisfy the curiosity of the head of state, but not to make the other party feel the slightest offense.

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