Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 26: Greeting (Part 1)


  

  "Look, that's a fighter jet escorting the Führer special train, the special train is coming soon!"

   Hearing this yell, he was lying on the hood of the car and was trying to wipe a pool of "blind, damned, mentally retarded meat bird" on Smyschel who bombed the residue exactly half a minute ago. Shi quickly turned his head and looked into the sky.

   He found the target at a glance. Six BF110 heavy fighters were lined up in two neat wedge formations whizzing past the platform, and the front one was flying while swinging its wings.

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

   Smasher quickly turned his head and wiped the stains even harder.

   "Damn, what did that **** bird ate?"

  The angry driver spit on the ground and hurried to the back of the car.

  "Cleaning agent, cleaning agent..."

  Opening the trunk of the car, Smescher rummaged in the toolbox anxiously for the detergent, just then he felt someone pat his shoulder.

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

   Smasher turned around angrily, only to find a military police lieutenant colonel standing in front of him.

   This military police officer is wearing a neat military police gown, with a polished first-class iron cross and a silver war medal hanging on his chest, with a ribbon on his shoulder and holding in his hand. A stack of blue playing cards.

   "Sorry, sir!"

   The driver who was startled quickly stood at attention and saluted.

   "I'm busy too, Sergeant."

  The military police lieutenant colonel returned a salute, then coldly drew a card from the stack of cards in his hand and handed it to Smasher.

   "What is this, sir!"

  "This is the number and pass of your car. Paste it on the lower right corner of the windshield. After a while, when the convoy starts, this will be your car’s position in the convoy. Then, just listen to our command. "

  The military police lieutenant colonel replied coldly.

   "Yes, I see, sir."

  Smyschel stood up and saluted.

   "Very good." The military police lieutenant colonel returned a salute, then turned and walked to the next car.

   "Wait a minute, sir!"

  Smyschel read the sign and hurriedly stopped the military police lieutenant colonel who had not gone far.

   "What else is wrong, Sergeant!"

   The military police lieutenant colonel stopped in doubt, turned around and looked at the sergeant who made him very unpleasant and asked coldly.

  "Do you think you are making a mistake, Lieutenant Colonel."

  Smyschel held the small card and ran to the front of the military police lieutenant colonel.

  "My car is Von. General Küchler's car."

   "I know what's wrong with this?" The military police lieutenant colonel now looks at this guy the more unpleasant.

   "That's it..." Smescher hurriedly said with the cold eyes of the other party: "My car is Von. General Küchler's car, it should be number seven. And the number you gave me is number 9."

   "Oh? Really?"

  The military police lieutenant colonel was a little surprised.

  "Let me see...this..."

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

  "Your car is Von. Admiral Küchler's car, right?"

   "Yes, sir!"

  Gendarmerie Lieutenant Colonel frowned

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

   "It's a second lieutenant of the military police." Smescher replied loudly.

   "Second Lieutenant Franco!"

  Gendarmerie Lieutenant Colonel yelled loudly while staring into Smescher's eyes.

   "Yes, sir!"

   An ensign of the military police hurried over.

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

  The military police lieutenant colonel did not look back at the ensign, he continued to stare at Smyschel with cold eyes.

   "No, sir!"

   Lieutenant Franco replied loudly.

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

   "Absolutely not! I dare to swear, sir!"

  Franco Gendarmerie Ensign's face was pale at that time.

   Smasher felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit bad. Seeing that the second lieutenant's face seemed to be a serious problem, and that the second lieutenant was not the one who borrowed fire from him in front, Smasher quickly insisted. The scalp interrupted.

   "It's not the second lieutenant, sir! Another second lieutenant told me."

   "Oh, did you mean that the ensign was not the one who told you?"

   "Who else knows the order of the fleet? Which ensign is still in charge of the fleet?"

  Gendarmerie Lieutenant Colonel turned his head and looked at Franco.

   "Only me, sir."

  "Very well, you can go and continue your work, Lieutenant!"

  Gendarmerie Lieutenant Colonel’s expression relaxed, and he waved his hand to Franco.

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

   "You heard it all, sergeant, now I can accuse you of trying to tease the officer, what else do you want to say?" the military police lieutenant colonel asked coldly.

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

  "Enough, my patience is limited. Now among the military police officers here, only Franco is a second lieutenant, and the other second lieutenants are in command from the outside. Your position is indeed number 9 instead of what you said. The seventh number.

  If the head of state arrived today, and you are Feng again. General Kuchelel’s driver, 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 when this matter is over. "

   "But, sir, I do..."

   Smasher was completely confused. He really regrets what happened to him now. This lieutenant colonel let him rank in the first place. Even if it is wrong, it is his fault. What's the matter, it's okay now, I've gotten into it.

   Intimidated by the lieutenant colonel's stern eyes, Smescher gave up his plan to continue to distinguish himself. He depressedly saluted the lieutenant colonel and walked towards his car.

   At this moment, there was a loud whistle in the distance, and the special train of the head of the Third Reich slowly entered people's sight.

   "Everyone is in place! Quick, quick, quick!"

   With a command, the temporary platform suddenly became busy.

   A group of military and political officers who had gathered together for small talk quickly dispersed, and they stood in the pre-determined positions according to their respective departments and status.

  The generals and a bunch of internal affairs officials quickly formed a small square on the side of the platform, and Feng. Brosic led his commander staff to stand alone at the platform, waiting for the arrival of the head of state.

   almost stood until the band members with weak legs raised their spirits quickly, one by one raised their instruments in their hands, the conductor stood in front of the team vigorously and raised the baton , Tilted his head and looked in the direction of the train's arrival, and began to play music as soon as the train approached the platform.

  The Army Guard of Honor began the final reorganization. These carefully selected tall and handsome young soldiers have long been looking forward to performing in front of the new German leader, standing tall and standing with guns.

  The major captain of the army honor guard walked with his commanding knife majesticly from the head of the team to the end of the team, carefully making a final inspection of his men, stopping from time to time to adjust a soldier's medal or collar.

   The Waffen SS honor guard on the left hand side of the Army honor guard is now waiting in full line. The young captain also walked from the tail to the head of the team with his commanding knife with a cold face, with a solemn expression on his face. It makes people suspect that he is not going to participate in the review, but is about to take these soldiers into battle.

   When the Waffen-SS captain walked slowly to the head of the team, he glanced at the army major who was patrolling the end of the army honor guard with that kind of cool eyes. He was caught off guard. The competitors were really taken aback.

   The army major couldn't help thinking to himself, "What's the matter with this guy? It looks like he's going to kill me. Have I offended him before?".

   The preparations were completed quickly and methodically. Everyone held their breath and stood solemnly at their posts waiting for the train to enter the station. For a while, the audience was silent.

   made a long and one short two loud siren, and the heads-of-state train began to slow down slowly, and the huge armored front of the car emitted a thick white vapor, which almost enveloped this small temporary platform.

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

   "All stand at attention!"

   The two honor guard captains roared at the same time.

The door of the    Führer special train opened, and a Führer Guard soldier jumped off the car by flipping the pedal on the side of the car, and then skillfully lowered the folding stairs on the train, standing by the car door holding the submachine gun on his chest. Stand still.

   The military band conductor who reacted slightly slower finally swung his baton, and as the majestic and loud "Double Eagles March" sounded, Xu Jun appeared at the train door.

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

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

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

   Xu Jun also raised the marshal rod in his hand and knocked off the brim of his hat in return.

   "My head, we are all looking forward to your arrival."

   Keitel stepped forward to salute.

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

   Xu Jun smiled and returned the courtesy.

   Then Blauhiqi began to enthusiastically introduce Xu Jun to the generals and government officials who came to greet him.

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

   Those generals have been in contact with this young head of state more or less before, and some of them are his former bosses and colleagues, so there is not too much politeness, just nod and salute and say a few words at random. , After all, this is not a place to discuss issues. It is not too late to say anything until I return to the command.

   But when Brauchic introduced the last few people, Xu Jun stopped.

  "Ah, Marshal Brumberg, it’s been a long time since I saw you. I wanted to visit you a long time ago, but as you can see, I really can’t spare time, so this time I will send a plane to pick you up from Germany. Come to ~IndoMTL.com~ I have a lot of questions to ask you.

   Are you okay now? The road here is going well, it must be very hard. . . . "

   Your Excellency the current head of the Third Reich shook the former military minister and commander-in-chief of the National Defense Forces.

   "This, my... Head of State, thank you very much for still remembering me."

  His Excellency the former commander-in-chief took a long time before he uttered a word.

   Varna. Feng. Blumberg looked at the young head of state with a sincere smile in front of him in confusion. He tried to reconcile the impressions that the head of state had left in his mind with the person in front of him, only to find that there seemed to be a lot between the two. Big deviation.

   Blumberg is confident that he will not be confused by the sight in front of him. He knows the background and experience of this young man, although from the recent information and the scene before him, this person has indeed undergone a lot of changes. , But he still thinks that he should stick to his previous opinions, and it is better to keep a little distance with this person first.

   Xu Jun also knows this field marshal’s mind very well. It is not possible to get this man’s allegiance by bluffing a few words to bring some benefits, but he believes that with his own wisdom and sincerity, It was only a matter of time before a very capable group-level commander in the German Army won.

   But the premise must be that the old guy must never know that the thing that tripped him was also intervened, ah, no, it was Jack who intervened.

   I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and see you after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

  


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