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Yuan Akado of the Third Reich was walking quickly in the corridor, and an officer chased after him. He walked not far from Yuan before rescinding his footsteps, then stood attentively and raised his arms and saluted: "Long live Yuan Rudolph? Long live Akado! The latest report on the front line that had just been reported..."

"Read!" Akado seemed a little anxious. Behind him, Anna helped him carry his coat and briefcase. It was obvious that just now, Yuan had an urgent matter and wanted to go out immediately, but was delayed by the battle situation coming from the front line. Akado frowned and then instructed the visitor to finish the telegram quickly.

"The G Army has exchanged fire with the Soviet Union's southward cluster. The war situation between the two sides is very fierce. Yesterday, the G Army lost 51 tanks..." The officer immediately opened the telegram and read the latest situation from the Battle of Kursk: "Our army's defense line was forced to move back 30 kilometers..."

"I understand! Tell Guderian to try to hold the Soviet army going south and give Qusiral's N Army enough time to take Stalingrad. The battle of fate of the empire, victory or defeat will be defeated in one fell swoop." Akado interrupted the other party's report and spoke. Regarding Kursk, he had done his best, and what he could do now was nothing more than waiting for a result.

After saying this, Akado continued to walk forward, and said as he walked: "I am going back to Berlin now. If you have any questions, you can contact Yuan Mansion directly. Leave the frontline affairs to Marshals Blauchic and Lundstedt, and let them pass the situation to me as soon as possible."

For some reason, every decisive battle on the German front, Akado seemed to have no luck staying on the front line that he should have stayed the most. During the last battle in Poland, Akado was in the rear; during the last battle, he was not on the Eastern Front for other reasons.

Just a few hours ago, Akado was still anxious about the upcoming Battle of Kursk, but something even more painful came from him. Mr. Augustus, far behind Berlin, was seriously ill and had reached the point where he would die at any time.

Akado respected this old man who was both a teacher and a friend, and was like half an elder, and had countless words to say to him. So when he heard that the German Chancellor had little time, his first reaction was to rush back to Berlin and finally meet the old man.

Dominis has taken over most of the German Chancellor's position. Because there are no new policies, no new problems have yet to appear. Akado feels that it is necessary to meet Mr. August himself at this time. After all, there are so many things that he needs to preside over the handover himself.

When he heard the news that Mr. Auguste was critically ill, Akado's mood was a little unstable. Because of the years of experience, he had become calm, and now he seemed a little nervous and uneasy. So he decided to let go of the front line of fighting and return to Berlin first to stabilize his base camp.

In the dedicated airport beside the wolf's den, a plane that had been ready was waiting on the apron. The surrounding SS officers were waiting for five steps, one post, ten steps, and many SS officers were waiting next to Yuan landlines until Yuan's car drove into the airport.

"Long live Rudolph, Yuan" When Akado got out of the car, everyone raised their right hand. Accado, accompanied by the guards, secretary and various entourages, walked onto the landline with the engine already moving.

The plane quickly flew into the sky, and then the escorted fighters densely arranged tight defensive formations around the Yuan landlines. The 1o fighter plane covered Akado's plane and flew so quickly towards Berlin, the most core area of ​​the empire.

"Don't worry, Mr. Augustus will get better." Anna held Akado's hand tightly on the plane and comforted him.

Akado looked out the plane window and watched the white clouds pass through his wings. After sighing, he spoke slowly and said: "Old Master Augustus has never let others tell me his condition... This time he didn't stop him, and Mercedes was not afraid of me being distracted. That proves that the old man is really... it's really dangerous."

Seeing Akado's uncomfortable appearance, Anna couldn't help but lower her head. She met Mr. August earlier than Akado, and the old man recommended this old man to Akado. Since entering Akado's circle, this old man has indeed become the second-person of Akado's group and helped Akado deal with many difficult-to-solve internal affairs problems.

Unfortunately, the old man was 71 years old since he entered the circle of Akado. If God made him twenty years younger, then the Third Reich would create a miracle in his hands that the whole world could only look up to.

This is no less than causing Akado to lose dozens of divisions of troops, because no one knows more about what problems exist in the entire empire than Akado. He can change the strength of a country's military in a short time, or expand the industrial capacity of a country in a short time, but he also cannot do it, that is, use skillful means to bridge various conflicts and cracks within the entire empire.

Akado is powerful. He can suppress all the disharmonious voices within the empire, but cannot eradicate these hidden dangers in the future. Augustus is such a talent who can help Akado improve his internal affairs. Sadly, this crucial talent now is about to leave him because the day is about to fall.

I have many questions, and I have to ask this wise old senior. Akado roared in pain in his heart. He really had countless things he didn't understand or dared not consider. He wanted to ask this old man who was familiar with the internal affairs of the empire. At least a few fatal questions and several issues related to the future of the entire empire, and August needs to make his own opinions.

This is also an important reason why Akado left the front line and rushed back to Berlin. At least compared to August, the situation on the front line did not look so terminally ill. So Akado decisively left Kursk, which was fighting fiercely, and resolutely rushed back to Berlin, which was already pleasant in climate.

The plane flew over Berlin while Akado's intermittent thinking. The Yuan landline slowly parked its position on the apron, and a group of internal officials from the empire surrounded and waited on both sides of the Yuan landline's cabin door.

The cabin door opened, Anna took the lead in walking out of the cabin, and then the one who followed was Akado himself. So everyone raised their arms and shouted loudly that slogan that was so familiar that they had been shouting three times in their dreams: "Long live Akado Rudolph!"

"What's going on with the Prime Minister?" Akado waved his hand casually, signaling his subordinates not to talk nonsense. There were many people who greeted him, and the first one was Dominis, the empire's new prime minister, so Akado didn't ask anyone else, and directly asked the proud disciple of Mr. Augustus.

"The Prime Minister's condition is very bad and his condition is quite unstable. He was in a coma before we came... But don't worry, the best doctors and instruments in the world have been prepared for the old man." Dominis replied immediately. Obviously, he was very familiar with the treatment process of Mr. August, and immediately introduced several doctors in charge of the old man, as well as experts and elites from the medical university.

"I don't care what method you use, I must cure Mr. Augustus for me. This is the imperial order, do you understand?" Akado issued his own order, which seemed a bit difficult. However, for other orders, this time the coercion seemed to be the gentlest time.

The convoy quickly moved, and Akado drove back to the city of Berlin in the most luxurious Yuan special car, allowing Berlin's leader and other senior officials to stand in the hospital corridor and wait. However, the room was the Imperial Prime Minister, and the Imperial Yuan was about to arrive in the corridor. This is another matter.

Akado, who was extremely anxious, did not rest or go to other places, walked directly to Mr. August's ward. Then he signaled that others gently lifted a chair and did not disturb Augustus, who was closing his eyes.

Looking at the skinny and bone-thin old man, Akado's eyes were a little astringent. He signaled that everyone else would leave the ward, but he did nothing but a sound by the bed, waiting for the old man to open his eyes.

He remembered the thief smile when the old man hinted that he was emperor. Just like Sikte who died in depression in China, they all did things for their beloved motherland. They fought for their ideals for their own life, regardless of right or wrong.

In front of the old man's bed, there was a pile of newspapers from all over the world. The top was a newspaper in the United States, which published the news that the United States defeated the Japanese defenders in Australia six times.

Every nation has its own hope. If the United States has its own hero and Japan has its own hero, then Germany has more heroes, and each one is not inferior. At least the old man on the bed, Akado is willing to exchange several battleships, and Akado is willing to exchange them with the latest jet fighter drawings.

"Ah... it turns out that you are back." It seemed that I felt someone sitting beside me. The haggard Augustus narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth and said a gentle greeting: "My respected Emperor... You are back."
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