Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 66: Ritual (Part 2) (2 in 1)
Chapter 66 Ceremony (Part 2) (Two in One)
Xu Jun raised his chin with a solemn expression, his left elbow was slightly bent, his marshal's scepter was held tightly in his palm, and his right arm was raised diagonally to the upper right, responding to the tens of thousands of Italian people around him.
Since coming to this time and space, Xu Jun has been feeling the impact of the culture of the 1940s on him all the time. At this time, this once innocent and immature Chinese student has turned into a butterfly. Transformed into a real head of the country.
From the initial contempt and even resistance, to the enjoyment of the power at hand, to the skillful manipulation of the operation of a country, this kind of earth-shaking change only took a few months, showing that the environment can be rapid To change a person, this sentence is not empty talk.
This is 1940. The embers of the second industrial revolution have not extinguished, and the third industrial revolution has not yet begun. At this time, mankind has just entered the electrical age. Some technological inventions that will change the entire world in the future have just begun to sprout, let alone what impact they can have on human society.
The microphone is a great invention that is popular with all politicians, because most of them have experienced the era of screaming in the streets. Hitler was able to roar about three classes at a time on the podium. One is that the former army corporal is really talented, and the other is that the Nazi Party is very good at using modern audio equipment.
Xu Jun realized that his voice just now didn't even splash a single splash, and immediately gave up to continue shouting slogans, but began to use body language to show his personal charm to the surroundings.
The head of the empire is now wearing a white marshal uniform, which he customized for his trip to Italy in Berlin. All are sewn by hand, with comfortable and close-fitting lines, perfectly showing the well-proportioned body shape of the head of state.
The German Army has not been equipped with a white uniform, but the SS has been equipped with a white 2 uniform, but it is just casual wear in summer. It is stipulated that it can only be worn in a specific season and environment, and because the material is generally linen. This uniform was very easy to wrinkle after cleaning, so it was not welcomed by the group of pushy SS officers. As a result, it was quickly eliminated naturally and disappeared in the Black Army.
In history, some SS officials used to wear his white 2 uniforms on certain occasions, in order to demonstrate to the younger generations their profound qualifications in the SS.
However, the uniform on Xu Jun's body is completely the white version of the German Field Marshal's dress, with many very personal changes. All the decorations and military logos on the clothing are artificially embroidered with golden silk threads. The parts that originally used black lines are replaced with silver threads.
The tall collar is wearing a gold and red intertwined army general collar badge, and the right shoulder is hung with a golden general thread. Under the buckle of carved sterling silver inlaid with gold, a gleaming knight’s iron cross hangs medal. Xu Jun is wearing all the medals he has received today. These are the proof that he was born and died on the battlefield and led the German army to victory. He showed the world that the majestic military honors made by the apostle of God are far from just taking one. A certain messenger of a first-level iron cross is comparable.
The army officer's belt with a gold buckle worn on the waist of the young German head of state. The buckle is also engraved with the famous motto "God is with me". If you are careful, you will find that the pattern in the middle is no longer The **** Nazi eagle emblem, but the image of an imperial black eagle with a Teutonic iron cross.
There is a saber lanyard with a golden chain on the side of the belt. Xu Jun did not wear the traditional German army standard long saber this time, but chose an exquisite and gorgeous army officer's short sword.
This handle is specially customized for Xu Jun by Karl Eckhorn. All carvings are made of 18k gold. The milky white ivory handle is wrapped with spirally rising gold wire, and the middle is covered with white. In the gilded scabbard of calf leather, there are stored pure steel blades hand-forged and carved by three swordsmiths. Whether it is design or handwork, it can be called a work of art that can be handed down.
The Führer strode forward with the marshal's scepter in hand, looking at the handsome face of the young Führer and his tall, vigorous and graceful figure. The Italian ladies present were short of breath and suspicious. Blushing, in just a few minutes, the handsome German head of state won tens of thousands of enthusiastic fans, and in the days to come, it caused thousands of family disputes in Rome.
The German head of state took steady steps and strode up the steps of the altar of the Italian motherland, followed by only two entourages, Weierle and Ribbentrop.
"It's all arranged, your head, can you start on time." Badoglio, who boarded the stands one step earlier, whispered to Xu Jun.
"Let's start, don't forget, you are the core of this ceremony." Xu Jun smiled and made a light gesture.
"Okay, Your Excellency." Badoglio nodded to Xu Jun. The military band that had been waiting for a long time began to play the Italian national anthem, and Bagdoglio, in full dress, wandered to the side of the podium in the center of the stands holding the speech port in hand.
"He looks a little nervous." Weierle said in Xu Jun's ear.
"This is his first public appearance as Mussolini's successor. It always takes a process of adaptation." Xu Jun turned his head and said to his staff.
"Ambassador Oshima Hiroshi of Japan is greeting you, my head of state." Ribbentrop reminded in a low voice on the other side.
"Where is that guy sitting? Oh, I saw it." Xu Jun turned his face and nodded slightly to the Japanese ambassador who was sitting in the back row and bowed to him.
"What happened to his face?" Xu Jun whispered to the Deputy Foreign Minister.
"I don't think there is any problem, my Führer." Ribbentrop looked back suspiciously.
"It looks more square than when we met last time." Xu Jun said seriously.
"Huh? If you don't remind me, I really haven't found this." Ribbentrop looked back at Oshima Hiroshi again.
Where did the Japanese envoy know that the Germans were teasing him, thinking that he had successfully attracted the attention of the other party, and seeing Ribbentrop looking over, he quickly responded with an enthusiastic smile.
"Well, my Führer, what you said is right. His jaw is almost square. It seems that Japan has put a lot of pressure on this poor guy during this period." Ribbent Lov said with a smile.
"You have read the report that you received this morning, my head of state." Weierle asked, looking up.
"I've seen it, Weierle, what do you suggest about this." Xu Jun moved the short sword to a comfortable position.
"We suggest staying still for the time being, my head of state." Weierle replied.
"As I thought, Weierle, I will draft an order after I return. Let Count Stauffenberg take care of the rest." The head of state tapped his palm with his scepter. .
"Then what should I do with the one behind, my head of state." Ribbentrop rolled his head.
"You go talk to him first, test the Japanese reaction, and touch their cards." Xu Jun twisted his waist and changed his sitting position.
"My head of state, Bardoglio's manuscript is almost finished, and then it is your turn to give a speech." Weirler reminded in a low voice.
"Eric, give me my manuscript." The head of state stretched out his hand to the adjutant sitting in the seat behind him.
"As our ancestors warned us, the Italians must be united. We are here to mourn the deceased and pray for peace in his soul..." Badoglio held the podium with a trembling voice. , His face was full of grief.
"At least he looks like a qualified politician at the moment." Xu Jun glanced at the new Italian prime minister, then lowered his head and continued to flip through the speech in his hand.
"Now, in order to participate in this memorial ceremony, please personally come from Berlin, the most loyal friend of Prime Minister Mussolini, Reinhard von Steide, the head of the Greater German Empire. Your Excellency." After Badoglio finished the introduction, while applauding, he gave up the platform for Xu Jun.
The head of the empire has already experienced hundreds of battles and will not have the slightest stage fright. Holding the speech and the scepter, he strode to the center of the stand.
Xu Jun put the scepter and the speech on the podium first, then adjusted the microphone.
"Citizens of Rome, citizens of this great country." The head of the empire began his speech with a clear voice.
"This is the first time I have come to this country and this city. The purpose is the same as you, to mourn a departed close friend, a wise and knowledgeable mentor, a brave and strong warrior, A benevolent saint, a great national leader... Benito Armicale Andrea Mussolini." Xu Jun held the podium with his left arm and clenched his fist with his right hand. On the chest.
"I remember that a week ago, I had a phone call with my friend Mussolini. At that time, Prime Minister Mussolini warmly invited me to come to Rome for a visit. I was very happy to agree. His invitation, and I believe it will be an exciting trip..." The German head of state turned his fists into his palms when he said that, and pressed his heart.
"But on the third day after the call ended, Mussolini fell under the barrel of the despicable assassin. When I learned of this terrible news, I was shocked. I thought it It's some kind of bad joke, I even want to reprimand the subordinates who passed the news." The head of state clenched his fist to the desk of the platform.
"But when my men told me that all this was true, my heart was immediately taken over by sorrow and pain. I knew I had lost one of my most loyal friends, and Germany had lost a firm Allies, the world has lost an outstanding leader, and Italy... has lost a greatest hero." The head of state said with a heavy tone.
Xu Jun looked at the people in the audience and saw that many people were silently wiping the corners of their eyes. Italians are emotional, many people restrain their emotions and try not to let themselves cry at this time. The Italians at this time still love Mussolini. Although they all know that this guy is full of problems, but compared to the aristocratic nobles and politicians before, this leader is more close to the people. He grew up from the bottom of society, knows what ordinary people in Italy need, and knows how to please these people.
"He fell, just when Italy ushered in a precious peace, just when this country was preparing to integrate into the new European order. He should have been able to see, and that in the near future, he Everyone’s dreams are realized one by one. Seeing the country become prosperous and powerful, everyone smiles.
But he fell, with his unfulfilled ideals, with a deep nostalgia for his motherland, Mussolini left us. We stand here to mourn him, mourn the soldier, leader, father, and teacher. We are grateful for his departure and pray that he can rest in peace. "Xu Jun raised his right finger and pointed at the coffin parked in the center of the altar square.
"But at the same time, those of us who are alive must keep in mind why Mussolini died." Xu Jun paused, scanning the people below.
"He is for this country, for everyone of you, for the revival of the Italian nation, for the reappearance of the Roman Empire’s prosperity, and ultimately for infringing on the interests of the conspirators and being bought by the assassins by the villains. Killed.
All of you must keep this in mind. Mussolini must not be allowed to die in vain. He must let his enemies know that Mussolini’s cause will be inherited, and the Kingdom of Italy will not It will sink in this way, and the great Italian people will continue to make strides on the path chosen by Mussolini towards the goal that the leader has not achieved. "Xu Jun waved his fist and said loudly.
"Long live Mussolini! Long live Italy!" The Italian agents arranged in the crowd shouted slogans.
"Long live Mussolini! Long live Italy!" The people suddenly boiled, and a wave of slogans sounded in the square. Xu Jun took this opportunity to drink a glass of water.
"Italian citizens!" The head of state pressed his hands down.
"Citizens of Italy!" Xu Jun shouted, and the slogans of the crowd gradually stopped.
"I remember that before coming to Rome, someone said to me that Mussolini is dead and his spirit will go with him. People will soon forget him, just like those who passed away in history. Like his hero, soon he will only become a code name for a piece of history." Xu Jun held the podium with both hands and scanned the surrounding crowd.
"No."
"We will not forget him." A few bold Italians answered scatteredly.
"Yes, that's how I answered the other party at the time." Xu Jun pointed to the guy who spoke up in the audience.
"Why, because the Italian people, that is, you, will never allow this to happen. No one in this world can stop the re-emergence of the Kingdom of Italy, and no one can change Mussolini’s foundation Good direction. No one can stop you from realizing Mussolini's legacy. You Italian citizens will not allow it, and he..." Xu Jun pointed to Bagdoglio standing behind.
"The successor to the cause of leadership, the Marshal of the Supreme Empire of Bagdoglio will not allow it either. And I, a loyal friend of Prime Minister Mussolini, the head of the German Empire... let alone this kind of thing. , What happened to Italy~IndoMTL.com~ I want to tell you, great Italian citizens, you are not alone." Xu Jun knocked on the table and then raised his arms in a fascist salute.
Suddenly the audience became a sensation again. The Italians were excited and raised their hands. They looked at a forest of arms and swayed slowly as if under a breeze.
"I can here assure you that no matter what happens in the future, the Great German Empire will always be Italy's staunchest ally. I will always watch this great country, watch you, watch Italy The people go to fulfill the leader's unfulfilled dream.
May God bless this country and the people here. We mourn Mussolini here, mourn the passing of a hero, we mourn Mussolini here, and also witness the opening of an era, that is, Italy regaining its feet and reappearing the glorious era of Rome.
So we stand here now, mourning Mussolini, hoping that his soul can rest in heaven. Amen. "Xu Jun stretched out his fingers and crossed his chest.
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