Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 335: Communication

"This is good news. Trust that Mr. Val will be happy to hear this." After replying indifferently, Xu Jun put the whiskey glass to his lips. If he is not going to continue, this is usually Means the end of this conversation.

This Viscount Stewart didn't know where he came from. According to diplomatic etiquette, he had to talk to the German head of state, and at least he had to be introduced by a higher-level person, such as Viscount Wood who represented the British cabinet or Prince George who represented the British royal family.

The latter is the youngest son of George V. In addition, he also holds the title of Duke of Kent, because he is registered in the British Army, Navy and Air Force. Not only does he land at the same time as the three military ranks, he can even simultaneously obtain Promotion.

After the outbreak of the European War, Prince George was appointed as the deputy commander of the Royal Air Force with the rank of Honorary Brigadier General of the Air Force. This is actually a mascot used to boost morale, but the Germans did not know the tricks in it. As a result After the surrender of the British Royal Highness, he was caught in a prisoner of war camp and held prisoner for several weeks.

Finally, King George VI still remembers this youngest brother. After Chamberlain's mediation, he was finally fished out of the prison camp. In fact, the prince did not suffer much in the prison camp. The Luftwaffe treated these senior prisoners quite well, and he even gained more than a dozen pounds when he was released.

Because of this, the prince’s impression of the Germans can be said to be good, so this time George VI will appoint him as the representative of the royal family to participate in this grand military parade in Berlin.

I have to mention here that when he was young, the prince was a **** who was well-known in the London social circle. His private life was not only erosive but also unscrupulous. He and Prince Paul of Yugoslavia were once close friends. Bent.

"I think so too, your honorable head of state, and your Royal Highness the Regent thinks..." Viscount Stewart doesn't seem to want to give up this rare opportunity. Although he is not a hereditary nobleman, he has accepted it. Social training. Stewart knows very well that his behavior today has committed a lot of diplomatic taboos, but because of his mission, he must continue this chat. Edward and the interest groups behind him can’t wait to restore. As a messenger, he must convey the Duke’s wishes to the German head of state and remind the German side to implement the previous agreement between the two sides as soon as possible.

"Wait a minute." Xu Jun interrupted the other party's words mercilessly.

"What do you mean by the regent? I don’t remember that your country appointed a regent."

"This...honour...honourable head of state, I'm sorry, I mean the Duke of Windsor...the former King Edward VIII." The sudden attack by the German head of state made Stewart panicked. Does the German head of state now have new plans to overturn the agreement reached with the duke before.

"The Duke of Windsor has been a good friend of the German people for a long time. Please tell your Excellency the Duke. I hope the Duke can visit Berlin in his free time this year. I look forward to meeting with him again." Xu Jun said to Stewart. The wine glass, then turned and walked to the cold table on the side.

A waiter stepped forward and stood in front of the Viscount. Stewart took out a handkerchief from his pocket angrily. While thinking about how to go back to the Duke, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Do you want to drive that person away? My head of state." Disenhofen walked to Xu Jun and asked with concern.

"Don't worry about him, it's just a pretentious idiot." Xu Jun put the wine glass aside, picked up the meat fork, forked a few pieces of smoked wild pork on the big silver tray, and then poured it on. A spoonful of sauce carefully prepared by the chef.

"My head of state, Viscount Wood has gone to the small living room." Weierle came over with a glass of champagne.

"I see, where's Laval?" Xu Jun asked casually as he cut the bacon with his fork.

"He was already waiting in the living room, accompanied by General Lapole." Weierle replied.

"Well, then let's go, don't let the guests wait too long." Xu Jun put down the dinner plate and walked to the side door in the corner of the hall under Weierle's guidance.

The head of the empire is always the center of the gathering. Every move has attracted much attention. The head of the empire who has a lot of social skills has shown extraordinary personal charm in the previous receptions. He went to the small living room for just ten A few meters on the road, the guests on both sides either bowed and saluted him, or learned from the German who raised his right arm in salute.

Two SS guards wearing military parade gowns stood by the side door, and when they saw Xu Jun, they stood at attention and saluted.

"Don't let anyone disturb me." Xu Jun told Disenhofen.

"Yes, my head of state." The adjutant's boots hit him and opened the door for Xu Jun sideways.

"He shouldn't be leaving at this time." Jekanozov frowned, raised his head and drank the vodka in the shot glass.

"What's wrong? Comrade Deputy People’s Commissar for Diplomacy." Major Roshka, who is a military attache to the outside world, put down half of the sausage he had eaten in his hand. Leaving aside the ideological opposition, the various German cuisines are really amazing. Excellent.

"Forget it, you won't understand if you explain it to you." Jekanozov picked up a small shortbread and scooped up a pinch of the finest Russian caviar in a small crystal bowl.

The Russian food displayed here is all original Soviet goods. This is part of the Soviet Union and Germany barter. Of course, in this luxury trade, the Soviet Union has always maintained a fairly high trade. Deficit.

As mentioned in the previous article, almost every week, several trains full of European-made high-end food, wine, leather products and valuable furniture sail into the Soviet Union from the Polish border. These commodities are only eligible to be purchased by the privileged class, and even distributed as benefits to the homes of military and political leaders. For example, senior Red Army officers have a monthly ration of high-end alcohol and cigarettes.

Soviet soldiers have quite a lot of privileges. They can buy state-controlled goods in the military club~IndoMTL.com~ Although the Soviet Union’s international status has been improved, it still has many barriers to international trade. The amount of foreign exchange reserves is insufficient, and sometimes even the gold reserves are used to purchase commodities that cannot be produced in the country. Therefore, these imported civilian assets, which are not essential goods, are even more precious.

"Reactionary and decadent imperialists, greedy German bastards, sooner or later the Soviet will settle all this with them." Jekanozov chewed **** the caviar shortbread in his mouth, as if chewing the German head of state. bone.

"Comrade Deputy People's Committee for Foreign Affairs, the French Prime Minister is gone." A young man in a gray suit hurriedly walked over and whispered in Dekanozov's ear.

"When did you disappear?" Jekanozov swallowed the food in his mouth and asked eagerly.

"About five minutes ago." The young man replied in a low voice.

"Why are you reporting now? Who is in charge of staring at the French?" Major Roska asked.

"It's Captain Yakov." The young man replied.

"Okay, it's no big deal, let's see who is missing here." Jekanozov raised his hand to stop the national security major who wanted to continue questioning.

"Understood, Comrade Deputy People's Committee for Diplomacy." The young man nodded in gratitude.

"After going back, take that Yakov and this..." Looking at the young man's back, Dekanozov frowned slightly.

"Petrov. Nikolavich. Kolkin." Roshka reminded in a low voice.

"Put them on the list of the next group of people who will be transferred back to China." The former "Baku collaborator" picked up another glass of vodka from the table.

"Arrest them immediately after crossing the border." He drank his headache quickly.

PS: Sorry, yesterday there was something to deal with suddenly, and there was no time to notify.