Battle of the Third Reich

"This is good news. I believe that Mr. Val will be very happy to hear this." After replying indifferently, Xu Jun put the whisky glass to his lips. If he was not going to continue, it usually meant this The end of the conversation.

The Viscount Stewart did not know where it came from. According to diplomatic etiquette, he talked to the German head of state at least through the introduction of superiors, such as Viscount Wood representing the British cabinet or Prince George representing the British royal family.

The latter is the youngest son of George V. In addition, he also holds the title of Duke of Kent, because in the British Army, Navy and Air Force, they are not only registered at the same time, but also landed in the three ranks of the Navy and Air Force, and can even be promoted simultaneously.

After the outbreak of the European War, Prince George was appointed deputy commander of the Royal Air Force under the rank of honorary commander of the Air Force. In fact, it was a mascot to encourage morale, but the Germans did not know the tricks inside. As a result, His Royal Highness After Britain surrendered, he was captured in a prisoner of war camp and served as a captive for several weeks.

Finally, George VI remembered the youngest brother. After mediating through Chamberlain, he finally got him out of the prisoner of war camp. In fact, the prince did not suffer much in the prisoner of war camp. The Luftwaffe treated the senior prisoners quite well. The weight of the prisoner even increased by a dozen pounds when he was released.

Because of this, the prince's impression of the Germans can be said to be good, so this time George VI will appoint him as a royal representative to come to Berlin to participate in this grand military parade.

In particular, the prince was a **** who was famous in the London social circle when he was young. His private life was not only eroded but also men and women. He and Prince Paul of Yugoslavia used to be close friends. It is said that the latter let him personally bend.

"I think so too, the Honorable Head of State, and His Royal Highness the Regent feels..." Viscount Stewart does not seem to want to give up this rare opportunity. Although he is not a hereditary noble, he has also specifically accepted social aspects. training. Stewart knew that he had committed many diplomatic taboos in his behavior today, only because of the mission he was carrying, forcing him to continue this chat. Edward and the interest groups behind him can't wait to restore it. As a messenger, he must convey the Duke's heart to the German head of state, reminding the German side to implement the previous agreement between the two sides as soon as possible.

"Wait a moment." Xu Jun interrupted the other party's words mercilessly.

"What do you mean by the regent? I don't remember your country appointing a regent."

"This...respectful...Dear Excellency, I am sorry, I am referring to the Duke of Windsor... His Majesty King Edward VIII." The sudden outburst of the German head of state caused Stuart to panic. Was it the German head of state? Now I have a new plan and want to overturn the previous agreement with the Duke.

"Duke Windsor has been a good friend of the German people for a long time. Please tell your Excellency the Duke. I hope the Duke can visit Berlin when I am free this year. I look forward to meeting him again." Xu Jun raised his toast to Stewart, and then Turned around and turned to the cold dining table.

A waiter stepped in front of the Viscount, Stewart had to pull out his handkerchief from his pocket in a daze, thinking about how to return to the Duke while wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Do you want to drive that person away? My head." Disenhofen approached Xu Jun and asked with concern.

"Don't care about him, it's just a pretentious fool." Xu Jun put the wine glass aside, picked up the meat fork, fork a few pieces of smoked wild boar in a large silver tray, and then poured a spoon The seasoning sauce carefully prepared by the chef.

"My head, Viscount Wood has already gone to the small living room." Weiler came with a glass of champagne.

"Got it, what about Laval?" Xu Jun asked the casually splitting bacon.

"He was already waiting in the living room, accompanied by General Lapold." Weiler replied.

"Well, then let's go, don't let the guests wait too long." Xu Jun put down the dinner plate and walked to the side door in the corner of the hall under Weiler's guidance.

The head of empire will always be the center of the party. Every move has attracted attention. The head of the empire full of social skills has shown extraordinary personal charm in the previous hospitality greetings, just on the way to the small living room just ten meters. The guests on either side bowed down to salute him, or learned the Germans raised their right arm in tribute.

Standing next to the side door were two SS guards wearing military parade dresses. When they saw Xu Jun, they quickly stood up and saluted.

"Don't let anyone disturb me." Xu Jun told Disenhofen.

"Follow your orders, my head." The adjutant's boots collided and opened the door sideways for Xu Jun.

"He shouldn't be leaving this time." Dekanozov frowned and drank up the vodka in the small glass.

"Is there anything wrong? Comrade Deputy People's Commissioner." Major Roshka, who is an external military officer, put down his half-baked sausage and put aside the ideological opposition. The German cuisine is really great. .

"Forget it, you won't understand it by explaining to you." Dekanozov picked up a shortbread and scooped up a handful of fine Russian caviar in a small crystal bowl.

The Russian food presented here is all authentic Soviet goods. This is part of the barter trade between the Soviet Union and Germany. Of course, in this luxury trade, the Soviet Union has maintained a fairly high trade deficit.

As mentioned earlier, almost every week, several trains filled with European-made high-quality food, wine, leather products, and expensive furniture enter the Soviet Union from the Polish border. These commodities are only eligible for purchase by the privileged class, and even distributed as welfare to the home of senior military and government officials. For example, senior officers of the Red Army have a monthly distribution of high-quality alcohol and cigarettes.

Soviet soldiers have considerable privileges and can buy state-controlled goods in the military club. Although the status of the Soviet Union in the world has been improved, there are still many barriers in international trade. The Soviet Union’s foreign exchange reserves are insufficient, and sometimes it is necessary to use gold reserves to buy goods that cannot be produced in the country. It is even more precious.

"Reactionary rotten imperialists, greedy German jerks, and sooner or later Soviets will have to liquidate all this with them." Dekanovsov chewed the caviar crumbs in his mouth as if chewing on the bones of the German head of state.

"Comrade Deputy People's Committee, the French Prime Minister is gone." A young man in a gray suit came hurriedly and whispered in Dekanozov's ear.

"When are you missing?" Dekanozov swallowed the food in his mouth and asked eagerly.

"About five minutes ago." The young man whispered.

"Why are you reporting now? Who is responsible for staring at the French?" Major Roshka asked.

"It's Captain Yakov." The young man answered.

"Okay, it's no big deal, go and see who is missing here." Dekanozov raised his hand to stop the national security major who wanted to continue questioning.

"Understood, Comrade Deputy People's Committee." The young man nodded gratefully.

"After going back, put that Yakov, and this..." Looking at the young man's back, Dekanozov frowned slightly.

"Petro Nikolavic Kirkin." Roshka reminded in a low voice.

"Add them to the list of the next batch of people transferred back to China." The former "Baku nuns" picked up another glass of vodka from the table.

"Arrest them immediately after crossing the border." Then he lifted his headache and drank quickly.

PS: Sorry, I suddenly had something to deal with yesterday, and I didn't have time to send a notice.