Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 272: Old Friends (Part 1)

Dougan didn't want to explain more, as long as the head of state was happy, he just glanced at General Weierle lightly, feeling that the old fox's confidential work was really good.

The decoration of Defu Building completely retains the style of the French store. After entering the door, there is still a spacious lobby, but the area is more than three times larger than the French one. Because it happened to be lunchtime, the lobby was full of guests who came to dine.

As mentioned in the previous article, Germans are a people who love food. As long as the taste is delicious enough, they can eat food from any country. There are a lot of Italian and French-style recipes mixed in German cuisine, and some even retain the original names of the dishes. The Germans don't care about these at all, so they just lift their cheeks and eat them.

Chinese cuisine entered Germany relatively late. Before the Nazis came to power, there was a wave of China fever in Germany. At that time, some business-minded Chinese businessmen opened several Chinese restaurants in Berlin, mainly for local Chinese students.

Because of the origin of the boss, most of the products sold are South Fujian cuisine from the Xiamen generation in Fujian, as well as a wide variety of Cantonese dim sum. It is a pity that the Germans are not very used to the southern cuisine, because Germany is in a cold zone, and they are more adapted to the northern Chinese cuisine.

Xu Jun remembers that when Defulou was in France, he sold small dishes from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. The owner Zhou Yun was from Shaoxing, and he was half of the chairman's hometown.

If he hadn't retired due to injuries during the Songhu Battle in the 32nd year of Songhu, he would have been able to be a major of the national army until now, but he is more likely to be killed in the Battle of Nanjing five years later, like many of his colleagues in the army. Under the walls of the capital.

In the Battle of Songhu, the Eighty-Eighth Division suffered heavy losses. The elites who finally retreated from the battlefield were finally destroyed. As a result, the entire army was destroyed in the city of Nanjing. Before the battle, the six thousand tigers survived only five hundred and zero.

At that time, the battle in Yuhuatai was fierce, and the division commander Sun Yuanliang led the troops directly under the division and the remnants of the 264th brigade to give up the position and want to escape from the Xiaguan crossing the river. As a result, he was blocked by Song Xilian’s troops at Yijiangmen, and the Japanese army Breaking through the position he gave up, and driving straight under the Nanjing city wall, he almost killed Li Tianxia, ​​who was defending on his flank. This land was not cleaned by future generations anyway.

Because of the sudden loss of superior command, the 262nd Brigade, which was still defending in Yuhuatai, quickly collapsed under the onslaught of the Japanese army. After the organization was broken up, most of the officers and soldiers of the brigade were captured or surrendered by the Japanese army. Almost all of the highly trained elite infantry died tragically under the butcher knife of the Japanese army.

Now the 88th Division of the National Army is a post-war reconstruction unit, and has completely lost the essence of the adjustment division of the year. At this time, some of the seeds of the Eighty-Eighth Division have been preserved. The lone army camp guarding the four-line warehouse is under the supervision of the Shanghai Concession. If history does not change, they will accompany the concession after the outbreak of the Pacific War in 4-1 Fall into the hands of the Japanese army. Of course Xu Jun would not let this happen. He still admires this tenacious elite unit of the government, of course, it does not include the scum that was bought by the Wang Puppet.

Xu Jun and the group walked into the restaurant, but did not attract many people's attention. The guests were chatting happily, or were busy enjoying their lunch. On the contrary, Daogen and a few guards attracted some curious eyes. Although the Gestapo was so fierce, the overall number was not large, and ordinary people rarely had the opportunity to face these secret police.

Of course, these gazes are only to stop, and immediately move away after a short pause, for fear that they will attract the attention of these imperial eagle dogs and cause unnecessary trouble to themselves.

At this time, a waiter in a short white suit came to greet him. Xu Jun found that the man had an Asian face, but he felt a little worse, and he didn't feel much like a Chinese.

"Good noon, gentlemen." The waiter speaks fluent German.

"Good noon, we have reserved a private room." Weierle approached.

"Are you Mr. Weierle?" the waiter asked respectfully.

"Yes, I'm Weierle." The chief of staff nodded and replied.

"Ah, are there seven guests in total? The special private room you reserved has already been prepared, please follow me here." The waiter leaned over to greet Weierle and motioned to the guests to follow him.

"When on earth did you book the room?" Xu Jun asked in a low voice.

"I called Kirsten while you were changing clothes." Weierle replied triumphantly.

"What the **** is going on, don't play tricks, you know what I want to ask." The head of state had a business smile on his face, showing his white front teeth.

"Sir, when I'm in the room, I'll explain it to you slowly." Weierle raised his hand to wipe the non-existent cold sweat, and replied in a low voice.

The difference here is that in addition to the lobby on the first floor, there are more than a dozen private rooms on the second floor for customers or VIPs in need.

It looks like the restaurant’s business is good. Xu Jun met several waiters in white uniforms with serving trays along the way. These days, the white short jacket is the standard clothing for waiters in German restaurants, even for the staff in the restaurant of the capital. What surprised Xu Jun was that these waiters were all Asian faces.

"Are all Chinese people working in the restaurant?" Xu Jun couldn't help but ask.

"You also noticed, sir." The waiter turned around and smiled and replied: "Not all Chinese people work here. For example, I was born in Borneo, my father is from Fujian, and my mother is from Dutch Indochina. People. There are some Filipinos and French Indochina, but it’s like a big family, everyone is like a family.” The waiter's German level is very good, and there is no Asian accent at all.

"It sounds good." The head of state nodded in appreciation. "Who said no~Mr. IndoMTL.com~" the waiter responded generously.

The private room reserved by Weierle is at the top of the corridor. According to the waiter, this is the largest and most luxurious private room in the restaurant.

Facts also proved that his introduction was not exaggerated. As soon as Xu Jun walked into this room, he was attracted by the exquisite and elegant decoration.

It can be seen that the room has been carefully designed by the owner, with an obvious Soviet architectural style. The floor is covered with light gray ceramic tiles, and a circle of cabinets, bookshelves and other Chinese furniture is placed against the wall, which makes people feel like In the study of an ancient Chinese, there are several calligraphy and landscape paintings hung on the front white powder wall. I don't know if they are antiques or imitations.

In the middle of the room is a huge round hardwood table, on which tableware such as cups, plates, chopsticks, knives and forks have been placed.

"You only need to prepare four sets of tableware, and remove all the rest." Daogen said to the waiter.

"Four sets? Understood, please wait a moment." Although the waiter was a little confused, the customer's request always came first.

"All checked, there is nothing unusual." After searching the furniture in the room, the three guards walked up to Dogen to report.

"Go outside and guard, two at the door and one at the top of the stairs." Daogen ordered with a serious expression.

"Yes, Colonel." The guard nodded and accepted the order, then turned around and raised his arms to Xu Junjing, then opened the door and walked out.

"Well, Weierle, now you can explain to me, I want to know all the details, I can't miss a bit." Xu Jun reached out and touched the teapot on the table. The tea was still boiling hot.

PS: Thank you for your support. The author will continue to work hard. Today I feel a little sick and the number of words is less. I hope everyone can understand.

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