Müller raised his hand in a dashing manner and saluted the two ensign officers, and His Excellency the Commander of the Cypriot Legion saw enough admiration and awe in the eyes of the other.

Mueller was so satisfied with the status and honor he now had, who would have thought that two months ago he was just an ordinary captain battalion commander. With a smug smile on his face, Müller walked down the richly decorated hallway towards the elevator in high spirits.

A few officers who had finished their meal were chatting and waiting for the elevator to arrive, and Mueller recognized two familiar faces in the middle.

"Your Excellency, General." The two Air Force pilots nodded respectfully to Mueller.

"How are you two doing, you look good." Mueller smiled and patted the captain's arm, which he remembered seemed to be called Slutton, and the other, a slightly shorter second lieutenant, named Lowe.

"Thank you very much for your concern, Your Excellency." Sluton replied with a smile as well.

"Yes, General, it's a great place, we just had a real French breakfast." The second lieutenant of the Air Force interjected from the side.

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't know when we would have had the opportunity to get to Paris, and I've heard that an attack on the British mainland is imminent, Your Excellency."

With a crisp chime, the elevator finally reached this floor. The wooden elevator door carved with smooth and ornate lily lace slowly opened, and an elevator attendant in a blue classical uniform with a ridiculous hair cover neatly opened the outer gilded carved iron fence door.

A group of officers rushed out, and Müller was once again in a situation of constant return of courtesy. When he got off, Muller walked into the elevator leisurely, and no one followed him.

The officers were ready to wait for the next elevator when they saw Muller coming, their rank was not high enough to share the same elevator with a general, and the German ** team was such a hierarchical place.

"You two come in, I have something to ask you." Mueller waved to the two air forces, and the two pilots hurriedly walked into the elevator.

"Waiter, to the third floor, how many floors are you going to?" Mueller asked.

"We're also on the third floor, Your Excellency."

"Oh? What are you doing on the third floor? Muller looked at the two pilots in amazement.

"We don't know, we received a notice last night to report to Colonel Dogan, the Führer's office on the third floor, at nine o'clock in the morning. By the way, Your Excellency, what did you want to ask us earlier? Sluton asked respectfully.

"Nothing, just don't want to stand here stupidly alone."

Mueller smiled and winked at the two pilots.

"Your Excellency the Chief of Staff, Your Excellency the Marshal."

Müller followed a civilian officer into the living room outside the Führer's office, and as soon as he entered, he saw Keitel and Weierle sitting on the sofa.

"Ah, Muller, where did you go last night, I won't find you in the middle of the party."

Keitel's love for the Führer will be very attentive, and although it seems to be a little faster in terms of promotion, it is indeed a great achievement.

"I've been taken by some old friends to enjoy the night view of Paris, Marshal." Müller sat down on a nearby couch, and an orderly quickly served a drink.

"Huh? What is it? ”

Mueller asked, looking at the yellow-orange-orange drink in the cup.

"It's a Chinese tea, you can drink it, maybe you don't get used to it at first, but once you get used to it, you will love the taste." Wehrle said, holding his teacup.

"Didn't you put sugar in this? At least some lemon. ”

Mueller took a curious sip, then frowned.

"Drink this tea and put nothing, this is the order of the Führer. I advise you to get used to the taste of this tea as soon as possible, because His Excellency the Führer is very fond of this kind of thing, and now only this drink is served at the base camp. ”

"Oh? The Führer liked this tea? Then I'll get used to it as soon as possible, and I'll be sure to bring some back when I go back to the legion. ”

Müller carefully held the teacup as if it were a forty-year-old Bordeaux wine.

"By the way, are Your Excellency the Chief of Staff and Your Excellency the Marshal here to see the Führer? Who's in it now? ”

Mueller put down his teacup and asked respectfully.

"This ......"

Weirle and Keitel frowned at the same time, a clear look of concern in their eyes.

"What's the matter, Your Excellency." Mueller sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"We don't know the specifics, now the Führer is alone inside, I don't know why he doesn't see anyone now." Keitel scratched his nose.

"Field Marshal Keitel and I have come to report to the Führer on the latest plans drawn up by the High Command, and His Excellency the Führer asked us to come here early in the morning last night to report, and now we have all been waiting for an hour, and he has not yet received us, but only said that we should wait and not leave. Listening to Tysenhofen, the Führer's mood seems to be very bad, and I am a little worried. Weirle said.

Just then the door to the Führer's office opened, and the Führer's life aide-de-camp, Tysenhofen, walked out with a tray.

"Major Tysenhowen!" Mueller shouted.

"Shh Tysenhofen waved his hand back to Müller, then gently closed the office door. "General Mueller."

Tysenhoven walked over to the sofa and placed the tray on the coffee table, then saluted Müller.

"How?" Wehrle snorted at the office.

"I've never seen the Führer look like this, General Weirle, and I'm worried." Tysenhofen said worriedly.

"He was still standing in front of that window staring at the bronze pillar in the square outside, he got up at three o'clock this morning, and he hadn't eaten anything yet."

Tysenhofen pointed to the tray.

"You see, it hasn't been touched at all. He still hasn't even taken a sip of water. ”

"Did something happen? Tysenhofen, you are the life adjutant of the Führer, there was nothing unusual about the Führer last night. Mueller asked anxiously.

"I don't know very well, but Colonel Dogen seems to know a little bit about the situation. I'm going to work, and the Führer told me to get the atlas to him. Excellencies. ”

Tysenhofen stood up to pick up the tray, then nodded to Müller and walked briskly out of the living room.

"You see, what is going on, it seems to me that His Excellency the Führer must be conceiving a new strategic move towards Great Britain." Mueller said, looking at the two chiefs of staff.

"I don't think it's that simple, something must have happened, I have this hunch." Wheeler said.

"I feel that way, General Weierle." Keitel nodded.

Just then, the door to the living room opened, and Dogen walked in with a worried face.

"Is the Führer still meditating inside? Excellency. Dougan nodded respectfully to the few in the room and asked Werler.

"Yes, it's still in there, what's going on, Dogan. Listen to Tysenhoven say that you know the specifics. Mueller asked aloud.

"I don't know the specifics." Dogan frowned and sat down on the couch.

"I also just got the news from Tysenhowen that the Führer didn't eat breakfast and left you out of the door, so I rushed over right away."

"The Führer got up at three o'clock in the morning?" Weirle asked.

"I know this, so I'll sleep in the outer room. Hans went to Berlin, and I took his place. Yesterday afternoon, the Führer may have caught a cold when he visited the Eiffel Tower, and in the evening he drank a few more glasses of wine at the reception, and as soon as he returned here, he became ill. ”

"Sick? Is it serious? Why don't you come and inform us. Kettel asked anxiously.

"The Führer commanded me not to disturb you. And the situation is not very serious, just a slight fever. I called the military doctor to dispense medicine for the Führer, and after taking the medicine, he went to chuang and fell asleep. ”

"What happened later."

"I slept in the outer room, and in the evening, no, at about half past two this morning, I was suddenly awakened by the shouts of the Führer. I didn't know what was happening at the time, so I hurriedly called the guards and rushed into the Führer's room. ”

"And then?" Keitel asked eagerly.

"We saw the Führer sitting on the bed, his head covered in sweat, his face pale and his eyes full of fear. Especially the way he looked at me, I don't know why, he didn't seem to recognize me at the time, the look of doubt, confusion, surprise and fear in his eyes, I still remember. ”

"And what about later?" This time it's Mueller.

"Then we were all frightened, and did not know what was happening, so we stood by the bedside in a daze, and then the Führer seemed to recognize me, and immediately became very happy, and he took me by the sleeve and spoke to me loudly, but I could not understand what he was saying. He seemed to be speaking in a language I had never heard before, and I couldn't understand a word in it except my name.

Later the Führer also discovered this, and only then began to use German. I really didn't know that the Führer could speak five languages, I had heard him speak English, French and Italian, but I didn't expect him to speak a strange foreign language that I had never heard before. ”

"Pick the point, Colonel Dogen, what's wrong with the Führer?" Werler interrupted Dogan and said impatiently, frowning.

"The Führer had a nightmare, a very terrible nightmare."

"What! Nightmare? ”

"Just a nightmare?"

"Nightmares?"

The three audience members looked at Dogen in amazement.

"Yes, that's what the Führer told me, he had a very terrible nightmare."

"That's it."

The three audience members leaned back on the sofa at the same time, and the expressions on their faces suddenly cleared and the fog dissipated.

"We were all scared to death, thinking something was wrong, but it turned out to be just a dream."

Keitel smiled at Willle.

"It's not because of you two, what you said seems to be very serious, I have been worried for a long time." Mueller picked up the teacup on the table.

"No, what's going on now, the Führer's current performance isn't due to a nightmare." Suddenly, Willle realized that they seemed to have mistaken the point.

"You have a point, maybe he dreamed of something important."

Keitel began to frown again.

"Dogen, what did the Führer dream about, did he tell you?"

He didn't say anything specifically, but from then on, he looked depressed. It seems that there is a lot of concern on the mind. Then he put on his military uniform and came to the office, and he said that there was a very important issue for him to think about. I didn't expect him to keep thinking about it until now, and he won't even eat. Dougan said worriedly.

Just as a few guys were once again in a cloud of gloom, the office door suddenly opened.

"Keitel, Weirle, you two are still there? Great, I'm just looking for you, come on in, I have some questions you need to help solve. ”

Xu Jun stood at the door and shouted loudly.

"Führer!"

Everyone in the room stood up and saluted him respectfully.

"What are you doing? Oh? Müller, you're here too, just in time, and I'm just going to ask for your opinion. ”

Xu Jun's face now looked a little tired, but judging from the constant flashing light in his eyes, he was in a state of excitement and excitement, and it seemed that he was in good spirits.

"You're all right, I heard ......," Kettel asked, hesitantly.

"What do I hear, what else will happen to me." Xu Jun raised his eyebrows, and then he reacted.

"Oh, you're referring to the front...... I was just bothered by an extremely simple and stupid question, and now I've completely figured it out, thank you for your concern. ”

Then he turned his face to Dogen, who was standing on the side, and said, "Dogen, you go and see Tysenhofen, why haven't you sent the map yet." By the way, I was a little hungry for another breakfast. ”

"Yes, my Führer."

Dogen nodded in a dashing greeting, and when he looked up, his face was full of joy, because Dougan found out that his Führer was back.