"Look, that's a fighter escort for the Führer's special train, and the special train is about to arrive!"

Hearing this shout, Sergeant Smyscher, who was lying on the hood of his car and trying to wipe the remnants of a "blind, damned, retarded meat bird" bombing of a "blind, damned, retarded meat bird" half a minute earlier, quickly turned his head and looked into the air.

He spotted his target at a glance, six BF110 heavy fighters whizzing over the platform in two neat wedge-shaped formations, the front one flying and swaying its wings.

"It's damn bad, I've got to do it quickly."

Smyschel quickly turned his head and wiped the stain even harder.

"Hell, what the hell did that damn bird eat?"

The angry driver spat on the ground and sped towards the back of the car.

"Detergents, detergents, ......"

Opening the trunk of the car, Smyscher anxiously rummaged through the toolbox for detergent when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.

"What's the matter? Don't you see I'm busy? ”

Smyscher turned around angrily, only to find a lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie standing in front of him.

The gendarmerie officer wore a crisp gendarmerie uniform, a shiny Iron Cross of the First Class and a silver battle wounded medal on his chest, a belt on his shoulder, and a stack of blue cards in his hand.

"I'm sorry, sir!"

The startled driver hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"I'm busy too, Sergeant."

The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie returned the salute, and then coldly pulled out one of the cards in his hand and handed it to Smaischer.

"What is this, sir!"

"This is the number and pass of your car, put it in the lower right corner of the windshield, and when the convoy moves in a while, this is the position of your car in the convoy, and then just listen to our command."

The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie replied coldly.

"Yes, understood, sir."

Smyscher stood up and saluted.

"Good." The lieutenant colonel of the gendarme saluted in return, then turned and walked towards the next car.

"Wait a minute, sir!"

After reading the sign, Smyschel hurriedly called out to the lieutenant colonel of the military police, who had not gone far.

"What's the problem, Sergeant!"

The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie stopped in confusion, turned to look at the sergeant who made him very unpleasant, and asked coldly.

"See if you're mistaken, Lieutenant Colonel."

Smyscher held the small card and ran briskly in front of the lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie.

"My car is Feng. General Quchel's car. ”

"I know this, what's the problem?" The more the lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie looks at this guy now, the more unpleasant it becomes.

"That's the case...... Smasher hurriedly said against the other party's cold eyes, "My car is Feng." General Quchreel's car, it should be number seven, and the number you gave me is number nine. ”

"Oh? Really? ”

The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie was a little surprised.

"I'll see...... This ......"

He pulled a file out of his chest pocket and looked at it.

"Your car is Feng. Admiral Quchel's car, right? ”

"Yes, sir!"

The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie frowned

"Who told you that your car was in seventh place?"

"It's a second lieutenant of the gendarmerie." Smyscher replied loudly.

"Ensign Franco!"

The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie shouted loudly as he stared into Smyscher's eyes.

"Yes, sir!"

A second lieutenant of the gendarmerie hurried over.

"Did you tell this sergeant his ranking order in the convoy?"

The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie did not look back at the second lieutenant, he continued to stare into Smyscher's eyes with a cold gaze.

"No, sir!"

Ensign Franco replied loudly.

"Is that so? Then why did the sergeant testify that you told him about the order of the convoy. ”

"Absolutely nothing! I swear, sir! ”

The face of the second lieutenant of the gendarmerie of Franco turned white at that time.

Smyschel felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a little bad, seeing that the ensign's face seemed to be very serious, and this ensign was not the one who borrowed fire from him in front, Smyscher hurriedly interjected.

"Not the second lieutenant, sir! It was another second lieutenant who told me. ”

"Oh, you're saying it's not the second lieutenant who told you the lineup?"

"Who else knows the fleet sorting? And which ensign has a problem managing the convoy?"

The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie turned his head to look at Franco.

"It's just me, sir."

"Very well, you can go and get on with your work, second lieutenant!"

The gendarme's lieutenant colonel's face relaxed, and he waved his hand at Franco.

"Yes, sir." The second lieutenant fled as quickly as possible.

"You heard it all, sergeant, and now that I can accuse you of trying to tease the officer, is there anything else you have to say?" The lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie asked coldly.

"Sir, I'm not teasing you, but a second lieutenant told me I'm in seventh place!"

"Enough, there is a limit to my patience. At present, only one of the gendarmerie officers here is a second lieutenant, and the other second lieutenant officers are in command on the periphery. Your position is indeed the ninth trumpet, not the seventh as you say.

If it weren't for the Führer's arrival today, and you were Feng. General Quhillel's driver, I can arrest you right now. Now I'll give you a chance, get back to your car and finish your mission, and I'll talk to you when this is over. ”

"But, sir, I do ......"

Smyscher was completely confused, he really regretted how he did so much now, this lieutenant colonel let himself be ranked as many as possible, even if it was wrong, it was his mistake, what was wrong with him, now it's good, he got into it.

Under the stern look of the lieutenant colonel, Smyscher gave up his intention to continue to distinguish himself, and he saluted the lieutenant colonel in a depressed manner and walked to his car in a gloomy manner.

At this moment, a loud whistle was heard in the distance, and the special train of the head of the Third Reich slowly entered people's sight.

"All of them are ready! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

With an order, the temporary platform suddenly became busy.

A bunch of military and political officials gathered together to chat quickly dispersed, and they stood in the predetermined positions according to their respective departments and positions.

The generals and a bunch of interior officials quickly formed a small phalanx by the platform, and Feng. Brauchitsch led his command to stand alone on the platform, waiting for the Führer's arrival.

The military band members, who were almost standing until their legs were weak, hurriedly lifted their spirits, raised their instruments one by one, and the orchestra conductor stood in front of the team in high spirits, raised his baton, tilted his head to look in the direction of the train's arrival, and immediately began to play music as soon as the train approached the platform.

The Army's guard of honor began the final staging of the army, and these tall and handsome young soldiers, who had been carefully selected, had long been looking forward to showing themselves in front of the new German leader, and one by one stood with their guns held high.

The major captain of the Army Honor Guard held his command knife majestically from the head to the back of the line, carefully making a final inspection of his men, pausing from time to time to adjust a soldier's medal or collar.

The Waffen-SS honor guard on the left hand side of the Army honor guard was now in full swing, and the young captain was walking his command knife from the back of the line to the head of the line with a cold face, and the solemn expression on his face made people suspect that he was not going to participate in the parade but was about to lead the soldiers into battle.

When the Waffen-SS captain slowly walked to the head of the team, he glanced at the army major who was patrolling the rear of the army honor guard with that cool look, and really startled the unprepared rivals.

The army major couldn't help but think to himself, "What's the matter with this guy?" It looks like he's going to play with me, have I offended him before? ”。

The preparations were completed quickly and methodically, and everyone held their breath and stood solemnly at their respective posts waiting for the train to enter the station, and the audience was silent for a while.

With two loud whistles, one long and one short, the Führer's train began to slow down slowly, and a thick white vapor was emitted from the huge armored front of the vehicle, almost enveloping the small temporary platform.

A sharp sound of brakes sounded in people's ears, and when the white vapor in front of them dissipated, the train had stopped firmly at the side of the platform.

"All stand upright!"

The two captains of the honor guard roared at the same time.

The door of the Führer's train opened, and a Führer Guard soldier jumped out of the car by flipping over the pedals on the side of the carriage, and then skillfully lowered the folding stairs on the train, and stood by the door holding the submachine gun on his chest and standing still.

The military band conductor, who was a little sluggish, finally waved his baton, and Xu Jun appeared at the door of the train as the majestic and loud "March of the Double Eagles" sounded.

"My Führer, on behalf of all the officers and civil servants here, I welcome you to Paris."

Feng. Brauchitsch took a step forward, then respectfully raised his marshal in salute.

"My Excellency Commander-in-Chief, I am very pleased to see you."

Xu Jun also raised the marshal's staff in his hand and lightly knocked the brim of his hat in return.

"My Führer, we are all looking forward to your arrival."

Keitel stepped forward to salute.

"Yes, I look forward to seeing you, my Excellency Chief of the General Staff."

Xu Jun returned the salute with a smile.

Brauchitsch then began to enthusiastically introduce Xu Jun to the generals and government officials who had come to greet him.

In fact, everyone understands that this is just a routine.

Those generals had been in contact with the young Führer more or less before, and some of them were his former superiors and colleagues, so they didn't have too much politeness, just nodded and saluted and said a few words casually, after all, this is not a place to discuss problems, and it is not too late to wait until they return to the high command to say anything.

But when Brauchitsch introduced the last few people, Xu Jun stopped.

"Ah, Marshal Brumberg, long time no see. I've wanted to visit you for a long time, but as you can see, I really can't spare time, so I've sent a plane to pick you up from Germany, and I have a lot of questions for you.

Are you in good health now, the road here is going well, it must be very hard......"

His Excellency, the current head of the Third Reich, grabbed the hand of the former Minister of Military Affairs and Commander-in-Chief of the Wehrmacht and shook it violently.

"This, my ...... Führer, thank you very much for remembering me. ”

His Excellency the former Commander-in-Chief held back for a long time before he could say a word.

Varna. Feng. Brumberg looked suspiciously at the young Führer with a sincere smile on his face, and he tried to reconcile the impressions that the Führer had left in his mind with the man in front of him, only to find that there seemed to be a big deviation between the two.

Brumberg was confident that he would not be fooled by what he saw, he knew the background and experience of this young man, although from the recent situation and the scene in front of him, this person had indeed changed a lot, but he still felt that he should stick to his previous opinion, or keep a little distance from this person first.

Xu Jun also knew the mind of this field marshal very well in his heart, and it was not possible to obtain this person's allegiance by fooling a few words and bringing some benefits, but he believed that with his wisdom and sincerity, it was only a matter of time before he took down this quite capable group army commander in the German Army.

But the premise must be that the old guy must not know that he had intervened in the matter of tripping him off the horse at that time, ah, no, it was Jack who intervened too.

I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and see you after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

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