Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 284: Minister of the Interior (Part 2)

Himmler only felt a chill on the back of his neck. If something unexpected happens to the head of state in Berlin, then the remaining time in the life of the Minister of Interior will probably be counted in hours.

At that time, Germany still retained the penalty of beheading. The executed prisoner was pressed on a wooden pier, and then his head was chopped off by a traditional Germanic beheading axe. Himmler is very keen to revive the ancient Germanic national traditions, but he definitely does not want to die so classically, but compared to the dying struggle of the piano line hanging under the hook, it may be easier to chop off his head.

"Damn it, this is not the time to think about this." Himmler touched his neck, wondering how he suddenly thought of this.

"How is the Führer's situation? Have you been injured in the attack!" Himmler grabbed the adjutant and stared fiercely into the other's eyes.

"The Führer is okay, but a guard was seriously injured."

"What are you waiting for at the General Security Bureau! Send someone to help immediately! No matter what, you must ensure the safety of the head of state." Himmler yelled, pulling the collar of the adjutant, because he was anxious in his heart. The expression looked particularly hideous.

"Yes, Your Excellency, the Berlin Police Headquarters has dispatched the police garrison closest to the location of the incident, and mobilized all the police patrols in the surrounding police stations." This adjutant has never been so close to the national leader of the SS However, he tried his best to close his neck back, trying to avoid the saliva from his boss.

"Such an important matter, why didn't you tell me earlier!" Himmler pushed away the adjutant.

"Prepare the car now! Assemble the guards....Wait, no need to notify the guards, just help me get the car ready." Himmler ordered the adjutant as he walked to the side door inside the office.

After he heard that the Führer was safe and sound, he was relieved and immediately realized that this was the best opportunity to perform in front of a young boss. To say that except for Goering, almost everyone at the top of the Nazi Party is human spirit. Himmler can mix up the nickname "Loyal Heinrich" with Hitler. Of course, it cannot be a fuel-efficient lamp. Lights.

It took only three minutes for Himmler to change the outfit he was wearing, and then hurriedly jumped into the bulletproof car of the Ministry of the Interior, and rushed towards Hindenburg Street with the alarm.

Himmler once again successfully brushed his presence in front of the Führer. Xu Jun is very satisfied with the performance of the SS leader, but this does not mean that he will give the opponent a good look. It is not only to show personal authority in public, or to adopt political skills of grace and power, but also because of this. The incident is likely to be an error made by the General Security Bureau, and Himmler, who is in charge of internal affairs and police affairs, may be the last one.

Wait until the head of the guard and an army infantry battalion arrived at the scene, it was considered that the situation in the whole area was completely controlled. This was the result of the Berlin police station blocking the surrounding roads in time, otherwise the scene will not only gather These thousands of people. Xu Jun got on his Mercedes-Benz 770K, and under the protection of heavy guards, returned to the Prime Minister's Office.

But everyone who knows the inside story knows that this incident did not end there, and what the final state of affairs will become depends on what kind of investigation report the General Security Bureau produced.

Xu Jun set up a dinner at the Chancellery that night, inviting Himmler and Goebbels to have a meal, and Martin Bowerman, who hurried back from Munich in a fighter jet, was present. What exactly these people discussed at the dinner table that night did not leave any written records. Only in the personal memoirs written by Bowerman decades later, there is a short description: "Until the sacred German Patriotic War One month after the outbreak, I realized that the prediction made by the head of state at the dinner table at the Prime Minister’s Office was so accurate on the night of December 20, 1940.”

In the early morning of the next day, near Tempelhof International Airport in central Berlin, a Lancaster bomber with the Royal Air Force emblem slowly landed on a flat lawn runway.

This airport is one of Dr. Speer’s many architectural masterpieces. The scale of the project is so huge that it was built in the third or sixth year but was not completely completed until the end of 1940.

The difference from history is that the newly-built airport has not yet been put into commercial operation at this time. At this time, this airport is used by a heavy transport aircraft unit that undertakes the mission of military transport in Berlin.

Because the airport is located in the center of the city, there are large residential areas under the takeoff and landing routes, which limits the possible military use of this airport, because once the aircraft takes off and landing problems, it is likely to endanger the safety of the citizens below. The Luftwaffe had previously only requisitioned a part of the large hangar of the airport to assemble and maintain bombers and fighter jets, and only in emergency situations, pilots were allowed to make alternate landings at this airport. The transport aircraft force is allowed to enter only because these are multi-engine aircraft, which are not prone to all failures.

This was originally the base of Deutsche Lufthansa. This airline was originally established in this place, but when the Nazi government was preparing to rebuild the airport, all civil flights in and out of Berlin were moved to Rangsdorf. After landing, Lufthansa also moved out of Tempelhof.

Four gray-backed Falcon engines roared, and the sixteen-ton behemoth was slowly driven out of the lawn by the propellers, and heavy rubber tires rolled onto the apron paved with square cement tiles.

When the plane was completely stable, several Luftwaffe ground crews in blue-gray overalls ran forward and matted the plane's tires with wooden wheels. The hatch on the back of the fuselage opened, and a German ground crew was waiting there long ago carrying an aluminum suspension ladder, and then skillfully placed the ladder under the hatch.

"Good morning, German." A British crew member, the gunner on the back of the bomber said hello with a smile in blunt German.

"Good morning, British guys, you made a great landing today." The German ground crew responded with a smile.

"We were flying all night, and everyone was exhausted." The machine gunner supported the hatch and climbed down the aluminum ladder and shook hands with the German ground crew.

"We have prepared breakfast and hot water for you, as well as the most intimate room service." The ground crew replied solemnly.

"What did you eat this morning?" the tail machine gunner asked, standing in the doorway.

"Fried eggs and bacon, and Thuringian sausages." The German replied.

"It's great, I like sausages." The tired-faced Englishman suddenly became happy.

"I also like sausages very much." A figure appeared behind the gunman in the tail, speaking in standard German.

When the ground crew saw the person's clothes clearly, his face changed immediately, and he hurriedly slammed his chest with his boots and stood upright.

"Relax, Corporal, can you help me with my luggage~ IndoMTL.com~ The SS major carries a suitcase in one hand, a briefcase in the other, and a black cane under his arm .

"It's my honour, Mr. Major." The ground crew hurriedly walked to the hatch and took the suitcase from the major. A SS officer in a black leather jacket, holding the door frame and walking down the gangway.

"Thank you, Corporal." The officer drew his black cane from his armpit and smiled to thank the ground crew.

"You are welcome, Mr. Major." Then the corporal asked graciously: "This is a long way from the airport building. Do I need to take our car? Mr. Major."

"No, the person who picked me up is here." The SS major raised his cane and pointed forward. The ground crew looked back and saw only a German Ford sedan with a white identification strip on the radiator, rushing in this direction.

PS: Thank you for your understanding, the author will continue to work hard.

The business is not over yet, and the family is also ill. I finally squeezed some time today,

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