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"Long live the head of state! Outside the car, your tanks will be towed to the original 1 ST drop division headquarters to wait for the military parade on November 1 ST. "Tell Officer Krugman to walk out while introducing it." You can walk around at will this afternoon. There will be some soldiers leading the way. Just write everything down to the SS headquarters. "
"Wow!" Bruce shouted excitedly, "I want to eat the best steak!" Drink the best red wine. "
Krugman gave him a smile and said, "No problem, but during the war, the Fuehrer had banned alcohol. The Red Wine Department was located at the exit. Now you can drink 495 marks of mid-range wine even if you go to the Berlin Hotel."
"Hehehe," Marcus laughed while clutching his stomach. "I hope chocolate is not a luxury."
Ryan gave him a kick, and then he saw the luxurious car that came to pick them up. Compared with their tanks, this kind of car is simply a super enemy, the ultimate luxury, streamlined body, smooth painted doors, leather seats and delightful big glass windows.
"This is a classic 1935 Mercedes-Benz limousine, which is specially designed by German senior cadres and government. It is also exported to the United States, France and other regions." Krugman School said, "This time General Reinhardt personally ordered the transfer to pick you up."
He talked so much that the little people in the back of the car were horrified. Bruce and Clark got into the back of the car and sat in danger for fear that their clothes would scratch the beautiful ornaments in the car.
As a result, all the way to their city to prepare a hotel, these people were so nervous that their backs ached and their cars were sent away. Clark actually fell into bed and came to his own conclusion, "Oh, my God, that Mercedes is not as comfortable as our tanks."
Chapter 221 221 Iron Cross
"How about this posture?" Put your hand on the statue of Ryan and try to make it look very righteous, but opposite him are three or four professional photographers with cameras. These people hold magnesium lights to choose their own perfection and press the shutter at Ryan from different angles.
From the way, he knew that the holiday tour in Berlin would never be as easy as imagined. Sure enough, the German propaganda department came the next day and a whole propaganda team packed the two car crews from head to toe
"Look up! Ba, lift it! Ok! It’s right to put the Sam Browne belt in your hand! " A photographer shouted and fiddled with his camera. Ryan suddenly had a feeling that this photo might feel better if he was a blonde … and of course it was more popular.
The only thing that made him feel a little lucky was that he brought these photographers with him. It was a beautiful woman in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses. How beautiful was that woman? I heard that she was so beautiful that she had been having an affair with the Fuehrer. Her round ass was slender, her waist was slim and her breasts were full. I couldn’t help swallowing. I heard that her name was Fanny, and she was really a good woman.
Being a Fuehrer is really a blessed career. Ryan seriously thought that the rumor that the Fuehrer’s wife is more beautiful now seems to be boasting. This Fanny is already a great beauty. How can anyone be more beautiful than her?
While thinking about it, I took my hand back from the fake statue, which was modeled after a square statue in Warsaw, Poland, and the background was also fake. The only real thing was the tank parked behind me.
They are now filming in a military camp and need to print and distribute military propaganda posters in a few days. In case of loss, even German propaganda minister Fanny took time out of her busy schedule to personally organize this important propaganda offensive. Due to nearly 10,000 casualties, the enthusiasm of the country to join the army for war has dropped a lot. The head of state ordered all possible means to declare the Polish war.
Soon, the fake photos were completed, and the rest were real. The crew members were called tanks, and they were the most understandable and relaxed. At this moment when the photographer wanted to move, they seemed to find their souls, so they felt a little distressed at first glance.
In the bustling city, Ryan always seems to feel that they are missing something. At this moment, when they touch their tanks, they are missing something. It is simply that the partner who silently accompanies them to win one victory after another is that old friend who is full of mottled bullets. That leopard tank.
This is a habit tempered before life and death. This habit goes deep into the bone marrow and becomes a conscious energy in just one month. This is a kind of legal language. It feels like a brand, and the mind can’t get rid of it until the members of the chariot team can understand each other.
Bruce’s hand holding champagne is high and low. Although it is a light glass bottle, he never holds it in one hand. Andre knows that it is his posture holding shells. Although Andre is not old, he always leans over his neck. Ryan knows that the height is just the position of the scope, but Ryan doesn’t know it. He always consciously clenches his right fist. If he is a chariot, he needs to hold the handrail to keep his balance.
And Bowman and Clark and Marcus … The war has branded everyone, but it’s like a breeze blowing on your face, but it can make people feel it.
"I finally know what’s wrong," said Fanny, looking at the soldiers sitting in tanks and Hugo, a photographer who was deliberately sent by arcado. "Let people find their old army!"
Hugo suddenly realized that it was like matching an old photo with a new photo frame and disappearing in an instant. It was a sense of vicissitudes. These were not the parade in the square, but the marching guards. These were battlefield veterans who came to Berlin because of their extraordinary honor.
If the battlefield wins honor? The easiest way is to kill a lot of people! Kill more efficiently than others! Kill from the highest efficiency than anyone else! These soldiers can be said to be the pride of the empire or a group of murderers. Since they are murderers, they can’t easily change their temperament for the rest of their lives, which will make this atmosphere extremely uncoordinated.
By the time Ryan and others changed their uniforms that had not come yet, they seemed to have found their souls full of dust. The black SS troops were worn a little thin by the throat phone, and the white salted belt was soaked with sweat, as well as the sleeves and foreskirts full of oil-this is their souls and their temperament!
These tank soldiers have changed their costumes and climbed the tank. They are no longer afraid of scratching their new clothes and being bound by brand-new armed belts. They have a confident face and a smile on their lips. They are old but complement the dusty tank. They have been in Berlin for two days. Now they are armored soldiers. At this moment, they are the God of War of the third SS armored division.
"We won’t change their clothes after the honouring ceremony," Fanny said to several SS officers on one side, looking at these young or no longer young faces. "Just let them go in like this."
"Fanny minister to do so? Present are imperial officials heads of state … "An officer bowed their heads and stressed," I’m afraid it will end badly … "
"Afraid of what? Afraid of getting dirty? This is our imperial soldier! They face death bravely-they are the people who should drink red wine, eat sausages and walk the red carpet in this empire! " Fanny glanced at the SS officer around her. "The Fuehrer is much wiser than you think! If he means these good soldier clothes, it is not that I love that man. "
"Glug" swallowed saliva. The SS officer nodded at attention. "I understand Minister Fanny. I’ll arrange it."
"arrangement? Arrange what? Let them walk in like this! " Fanny smiled. "If something happens, count me in!"
"Yes!" The officer stopped talking.
Familiar with both music and the venue, arcado walked on the thick red carpet, but he was thinking about the battlefield in the far west. He was promoted to the first field marshal of the Third Reich here a few days ago, and today he wants other elites here to award them the medals they deserve.
Along the way, he heard the officials who were present first talking about it. He wondered what had happened, but when he saw the soldiers waiting for him to hang medals in rows, he finally knew the reason.
He tidied up himself in the SS army and then smiled and looked at Reinhardt behind him. Heydrich "I am very satisfied with your empire’s selection of soldiers! I hope you can continue to imperial transport these talents. "
Then he strode forward and came to the venue in front of Ryan and others. After all, everyone had to leave some noodles for the imperial head of state.
"Your clothes don’t fit in with today’s meeting place," arcado said with a smile in front of these soldiers. "There are brand-new utensils and bright red carpets everywhere, but you are wearing dirty clothes brought back from the battlefield."
He reached out and brushed Ryan’s shoulders, with wrinkled epaulettes, bright lights and tiny dust. All the officials and guests held their breath and seemed to be waiting for arcado to be furious, but arcado said another thing, "Fortunately, you are out of place here."
"If we go to the battlefield for a few minutes, we may get our heads smashed by bullets." arcado pointed to his head and then said, "And you are the ones who can bring back victory in good soldier."
He looked around the venue with majesty and oppression in his eyes, which embarrassed the officials who were talking about it. "Don’t dislike the dust of these soldiers! Never mind that they are dirty! These people fought bravely in the German people’s battlefield! I am what I am today because of these faithful people, and we can cheer and laugh here because Germany has them! You should give them the highest respect! Because they are the backbone of Germany! "
"The empire needs you! We need more young people who are willing to give their lives to the motherland like you! But I need you to come back from the battlefield alive! Vivre! Live well! Share the victory with us! " Arcado patted Ryan’s arm again before releasing his arm. "If necessary, everyone in this room will give their lives to the rise of the empire."
"Hail to the heroes!" A gentleman dressed as a nobleman first seems to be the most promising person here except the Fuhrer.
"Mr. Augustus is right! Pay tribute to the heroes! " All the officers raised their glasses, and the atmosphere became lively as soon as possible. It seems that all the people in this room will give their lives to the Empire.
"Gentlemen, Germany!" Arcado raised his arm to a German ceremony. Everyone raised his arm. "Long live the Fuehrer!"
"Long live the Fuehrer!" A line of soldiers waiting to be decorated by arcado also raised their arms.
Military music once again sounded the battle song of armored forces and echoed in the hall again. arcado, the head of the empire, hung the iron cross on these people’s chests one after another, while Ryan changed the iron cross to make people envy the knight’s iron cross.
Chapter 222 222 acquaintances
Of course, after the medal was awarded, there was also a special reception for these soldiers, flowers palms and some beautiful Germanic girls. Obviously, those nobles and celebrities would not be with the dusty soldiers, and arcado didn’t talk about what these people thought. After all, everyone’s thoughts are not so easy to influence things.
However, he still came to Rennes with a glass in his hand and looked at the child who was almost half his junior with a smile. "How is it compared with the Soviet Union?"
"It’s much better. It’s too cold there. It’s a little unbearable." Ryan looked at his head of state against the wall, but there was some dissatisfaction in his tone. "Of course, if it comes to impersonality, these two countries are really a good match."
Arcado nodded and glanced at Ryan "blame me? Blame me me for bringing you back from the brink of starvation Then send you to read and write, and send you into a killing machine? "
"No, not at all," Ryan replied with a sigh. "To tell you the truth, I am very grateful to you for giving me a chance to live, and I am finding it better and better to live. But those days outside Moscow made me question the meaning of my life. Now I want to ask you, my head of state-what is it that people like me live?"
"In order to find something more beautiful and better, find a reason to live." Aka thought for a long time and then seriously replied, "To kill the German people and those sinners who stopped us from being powerful."
"Keep killing?" Ryan smiled.
"Well, until we become masters of the world," arcado replied
Ryan laughed and shook his shoulders. "So I think it must be the emperor’s arrangement that you picked me out of that pile of bodies-now I know that the emperor needs a devil and the devil needs a sickle."
"I am the devil?" Arcado also smiled.