Looking at the familiar face in the mirror, looking at the face that once made me a little incomprehensible and a little incomprehensible. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The beard of the logo, the little wrinkle that didn't look deep, was crawling all over the face, and the corners of the mouth that looked a little mean.

A pair of eyes like beasts, as if able to see through people's hearts. These eyes seem to be able to penetrate a person's soul, and looking at these eyes in the mirror, it is as if all their secrets are being peeped at by the other party.

Li Le withdrew his gaze, because he was even a little afraid, he was afraid that the acquaintance in the mirror would suddenly speak, and he was afraid that his secret would be seen through by the person in the mirror.

For such a long time, he had become accustomed to having his arms raised at him and shouting the slogan Long live the Führer. He was also accustomed to giving orders to others, and enjoyed the glory of being a superior person.

But he still doesn't like to look in the mirror, and he doesn't like to look at the strange and familiar face he carries in the mirror. Although this face still does not look old, Li Le still can't treat the person in the mirror as himself when he is lonely.

In a moment, he had a very important speech, and the time was the time for his men to rest and meditate. Outside, there was a long hallway, and after passing through it, you walked to the meeting hall that was full of listeners.

Li Le suddenly raised his palm and stroked the hair in front of his forehead twice with his fingers, the face in the shadow was still sharp, and it was still the strongest portrayal of this era.

There was a knock on the door, Li Le withdrew his gaze from the mirror, he frowned, he didn't know who would knock on his door at this time.

No one came back to disturb him, unless there was very important information. So when Li Le heard the sound of the door, he opened his mouth and ordered, "Come in!" ”

Baumann walked in with a report in his hand, and he knew from his face that what he was going to report this time was not a good thing for Germany.

"Victory! Monarch! Bowman stood at the door, standing up and saluting very standardly, and then took a step, walked in front of Li Le, and reported: "The British fleet has entered Gibraltar. ”

He didn't say which fleet, but Li Le knew which fleet of the British he was talking about. Yesterday the entire German top brass was busy because Sirte was attacked by the British, and today Baumann reported, of course, about the Mediterranean fleet.

Cunningham...... If you get the chance, get rid of this guy. Li Le clenched his fists, stood up, walked in front of Bowman, and said softly.

As if he was talking about a trivial matter, as if he was talking about something that he was determined to achieve, without a trace of doubt, Bowman actually thought from the bottom of his heart that the Führer in front of him was right when he said this.

"Let's go, let's go, anyway, we have time to play with these Brits again!" Li Le said as he walked towards the door.

He stood still as he reached the door, turned to one of the SS soldiers waiting at the door, and said, "Tell Adrian to start the Ghost Project and see if he can get rid of some of the people who get in the way." ”

"Yes!" The SS guard did not squint and answered Li Le's order directly. Bowman, who was following Li Le, walked out of the room after Li Le.

Since the Shadow Force has appeared more and more, no one has any suspicion that the Führer is at the disposal of a fearsome spy force. This force is not only watching over the enemy, but also over everyone!

In this country, in the vast land of the Third Reich, shadows are everywhere as if they were real shadows.

Wherever there is light, there seem to be shadows in action, and they are haunted around everyone, so that everyone can feel the sharp eyes of the Führer.

Walking towards the podium step by step, Li Le never said anything else, in fact, he was not annoyed by the British Navy's Mediterranean Fleet, just with a trace of regret.

Wanting to defeat the British naval marshal with the Italian fleet, the scheming Cunningham, Li Le had no hope from the beginning.

If the Italian Navy was really able to defeat the British Navy's Mediterranean Fleet, Li Le would be happy and celebrate, but if it was impossible, Li Le would not feel angry.

This was an attempt that exceeded expectations, but the result of the attempt was not a surprise.

What Li Le is now thinking about is how to face the battle situation after the Mediterranean Fleet and the H Fleet merge and become another strategic force.

If this formidable naval fleet had previously been mainly aimed at the Italian navy in the Mediterranean, it was now ready to enter the Atlantic Ocean and become an opponent of the German navy.

The German navy was in such a state that it could not stand up to such a formidable adversary - the only good news might be that the fleet might not go north to the British mainland.

Through the dazzling light, Li Le walked up the steps step by step, and finally walked to the podium where the speech was held, below which were groups of celebrities, and below were groups of officers and reporters.

Everyone gave a standing ovation, everyone raised their arms to the podium and cheered, and they shouted the Führer as if they had seen a large crowd of fans of the star.

When Li Le stood in his place, and then pressed his palms twice on the people in the audience, the enthusiastic scene gradually quieted down, and people sat back in their chairs, waiting for the Führer to speak.

Li Le propped his hands on the podium, put his mouth in front of the microphone, and said slowly: "In the past period of time, we have won too many victories, so many times that we have forgotten about ourselves, and there is such a thing as failure. ”

This opening made the people below laugh good-naturedly. How powerful the Third Reich has been recently is something that everyone knows, and this kind of strength is no longer the kind of external power in the past, but powerful in the real sense.

Just now, as the deputy minister of the Imperial Ministry of Industry, Speer had just delivered his first speech since taking office, and he reported his initial achievements in a relaxed manner, but this achievement had already stunned all those who knew economics.

In one month, the German industrial sector has initially completed preparations for increasing production, and next month's production volume will be 70 percent more than this month's.

This is not 70 percent more than one indicator, but so much more than the overall production efficiency - planes, tanks, artillery, trucks, all more than this month!

The people who were able to come to the venue and listen to the Führer's speech in person were, of course, high-level people, powerful capitalists here, behind-the-scenes bosses of factories, chaebols and celebrities. Speer's words are in their ears, and there is only one meaning - you will make more money!

"You see, if we don't make a mistake once, we almost forget that there is a word for failure in this world!" Li Le continued his speech, as if his style had changed to a talk show.

The people below also cheered, and the laughter gradually became enthusiastic. Everyone felt that the Führer might be in a really good mood today, and even the style of his speech had changed.

It is a pity that the German admirals, who knew that the Führer could not be in a good mood today, could not laugh at this time.

They didn't even dare to applaud along, so they could only sit there like zombies, waiting for Li Le on the podium to suddenly change their painting style.

The Italian port of Benghazi was attacked, causing heavy losses and the fire has not been completely extinguished even now. The German-built port of Sirte was discovered by the British and even attacked......

If this is not a fiasco, then what qualifies as a fiasco? Because they did not have their own sea power in the Mediterranean, the German admirals felt extremely ashamed at this time.

There have also been generals who have proposed that General Dönitz's submarine force send two or three submarines to carry out combat missions in the Mediterranean Sea.

Even Dönitz relented, because of the Führer's support and the success of the tactical use, Dönitz even considered the transfer of less than five submarines to be within the tolerable range.

It is a pity that until now the Führer did not approve any request for the appropriation of submarine forces in the Atlantic.

The Führer stubbornly ordered all submarines to concentrate in the waters of the Atlantic Ocean to carry out combat orders, and the main responsibility was to cut off the British supply lines in the Atlantic.

Li Le's strategy is very clear, his submarine forces, his sea fleet, all exist for one goal, that is, to sink more British transport ships and concentrate on doing more suitable things!

As for the problems in the Mediterranean, it was left to the Italian navy to solve - if it was not solved well, it would have nothing to do with the German navy.

Sure enough, after the Führer told two bad jokes, most of the people in the room heard it, and the Führer was probably angry, and very angry.

So in the end, the laughter awkwardly disappeared, and everyone looked at the Führer on the podium, waiting for a storm to come.

The Führer standing there did not disappoint them, and a speech as sharp as a knife began.

"We failed! We were bombed by British planes in Benghazi! We were attacked by the Mediterranean fleet of the British, losing many good fighters! After Li Le finished speaking, the podium was completely quiet, and some women still had smiles on their faces, but soon they were embarrassed to retract, as if they hadn't laughed just now.

Li Le's sharp eyes have always been like eagles. He swept his gaze over the familiar and unfamiliar faces under the podium, and many even felt the tip of the knife against their throats.