"Ding...Click...Ding...Click"

Sergeant Smithchelle leisurely leaned on the black fender of the Mercedes-Benz sedan, constantly playing with a beautiful lighter in his hand.

The silver lighter's flip was constantly opened and closed. Smasher had been practicing this movement for a long time, but he didn't know what was going on. He always felt that his movements were less scented, and he always felt that the lighter was not as smooth and chic as the original owner did.

"How did it be done? I saw it very clearly. It was just like this, but why did it have that smell?"

Smaisher thought depressedly.

"Sir, can you borrow a fire?"

Smaisher, who was thinking about his worries, looked up and saw a second gendarmerie standing in front of him.

"Oh, no problem! Sir!"

Smaisher smiled and raised his hand, flexibly opened the lighter cover and opened the fire. The second lieutenant of the military police quickly lowered his head and rolled up the cigarette in his mouth.

"Thanks!"

The second lieutenant of the military police took a deep breath of smoke, and then happily vented a cloud of smoke.

"You're welcome."

Smaisher skillfully buckled the lighter cover.

"This lighter is good, where can I get it?"

The second lieutenant of the military police vomited a smoke ring and pointed to the lighter in Smaisher's hand and asked.

"It looks like it's American, can you show it to me?"

"Haha, of course."

The Army Sergeant smiled and handed the lighter to the other party.

"Oh, it's really made in the United States, Chicago...made, haha, it seems to be a famous brand. Where did you get such a good thing?"

The second lieutenant of the military police asked with a smile while handing the lighter back to Smashell.

"Alas Prison War Camp. Haha, this is what I exchanged for from a British man with a can of canned beef and two pairs of socks. Authentic American goods, listen to this sound."

Smasher proudly opened the lighter cover, and the lighter made a crisp metallic impact.

"Oh, that's how you're really lucky. This thing is worth at least eighty marks in Berlin."

The second lieutenant of the military police looked at the little thing flashing with charming brilliance in Smaisher's hand with envy.

"But I don't think the British guy suffered any loss. They were doing black market trading in prison camps. The can of beef you gave him was enough to get his losses back. This deal was fair."

"Yes, I also think that British man seems quite satisfied, haha."

Smasher smiled and put his baby in his pocket, then took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket.

"It's really lively today, sir."

Smasher opened the wrapping paper and signaled to the second lieutenant of the military police.

"No, thank you."

The second lieutenant of the military police waved his hand with a smile, then turned his head to look at the long and shiny high-end cars parked by the simple road, as well as the drivers and guards who were bored by Smichel, who were wandering beside the car.

"We are so tired today. Dozens of convoys have to be arranged. Not to mention that you senior officers use cars, we have never stopped since the morning and have been busy until now. The same is true for those elite reckoning troops. They started to add elite reckoning nearby last night. The easiest thing is to say is you."

"Yes, but we are not as relaxed as you said. I washed the car overnight last night and started to stand by early this morning. I haven't seen it yet."

Smasher muttered as he chewed the chocolate.

"Everyone is the same. I don't know when the Head of State's car will arrive. By the way."

The second lieutenant of the military police took out a piece of paper from his pocket, then turned to Smaisher's car and looked at the license plate.

"Your car is..."

"It's General Von Qusiral's car."

Smaisher said loudly.

"Yes, General Von Qusiral, according to the command of the headquarters, you can wait and be ranked seventh in the convoy. Pay attention to our instructions and do not make the wrong order."

The second lieutenant of the military police said.

"I understand, sir!"

Smashell quickly stood at attention and answered loudly.

"Very good, you can continue to rest. Don't drive the General's car into the ditch at that time, haha."

The second lieutenant of the military police smiled and replied, then turned around and walked towards a high-end car parked in front.

"Hard, what time is it now, and my watch seems to be slowing down."

Marshal Feng Brauxizi tapped his fingers on the surface of his watch in confusion.

"At 2:00 p.m....17 p.m., Commander."

Army Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Fronz Hard took out a pocket watch from his military uniform pocket and looked at it.

"Then my watch is fine."

The Army Commander-in-Chief stopped his action of tying his watch and began to tiptoe to watch both ends of the platform.

"When will the car of the Head of State arrive?"

asked Feng Brauxizi.

"The scheduled time is 2:30. Commander, I have told you six times."

Marshal Keitel, the chief of staff of the command, replied on the side.

"Please relax a little, you seem a little nervous."

"Oh, I seem to be a little anxious, haha." Feng Braushizi felt that he was indeed a little out of control. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket in embarrassment and wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead while trying to calm his mind.

"All old friends who can come today are here. It's such a rare event. Remember when was the last party like this? It seemed like it was at the Prime Minister's House four months ago." Kettle cleverly changed the topic.

"Yes, four months ago, but why do I always feel like it was a long time ago?"

Von Braushici put his handkerchief back into his pocket and then pulled the hem of his military uniform.

"That's because although it's only been four months, there are so many things that have happened in these four months, and many things have changed forever."

Yodel, director of the command bureau of the command department who had been standing aside without opening his mouth, said lightly.

"Yes, many things have changed. But it is finally gratifying that, according to the current trend, everything is moving in a good direction. We won, Germany gained a stronger and wiser leader, and Germany regained the lost glory."

Feng Braushizi said with sigh.

"I don't know what to say, I can only pray that God hopes that our choice was right at that time. Commander, are you so confident in our new head of state?"

Yodel asked in a low voice.

"What are you talking about?"

Feng Brauxizi frowned and asked coldly.

"Didn't you see the power of the Head of State? And I saw more in him than in that person. Whether it was noble character, fearless courage, superhuman perseverance, and political talent and military talent, he could surprise us every time. Now I believe that he is the messenger sent by God to save Germany and revival of Germanic..."

Feng Braushizi said excitedly.

"That person? Sorry, my marshal. I remember four months ago that you swear to express your loyalty to the person you call me. Unexpectedly, Adolf Hitler immediately became "that person" as soon as he died."

Yodel continued to speak in his lukewarm tone.

"What do you mean by saying this?"

Von Braushizi stared at Yodel coldly and said.

"Are you questioning my personality? Lieutenant General Yodel, this is a serious accusation, I ask you to apologize to me immediately!

Adolf Hitler has become history, he is dead, and when he takes his last breath, our oath of allegiance to him has been automatically abolished.

Now we, the only one person who should be loyal to us, is the current Head of State!”

"If my words offend you, Commander, I apologize to you. But what I want to ask is whether the Head of State is really as great and excellent as you said, I doubt that.

You know, I have had many dealings with him, and I can say that I know him better than any of you. According to his previous performance, I really can't find anything that can be compared with the former Prime Minister.

Although his performance in the past two months did surprise me a little, it was not enough to completely change my impression of him.

And Mr. Marshal, can you guarantee that his extraordinary performance will continue to be maintained instead of temporary? What if he resurrected his old ways, what will happen to Germany at that time, and what will happen to the great German revival cause? Have you considered these issues? My Marshal!"

"Adolf Hitler died and he survived, which is enough to prove the strength and excellence of Reinhardt von Steed.

Moreover, he is a true God-Elect, and we all see his noble military qualities. In terms of bloodline, the Feng Steed family is much better than that person.

Let's look at the several battles he planned, those brilliant victories, aren't these enough to convince you to give up your stupid opinion?

Lieutenant General Yodel! Your current thoughts are dangerous. Although I understand that you are worried about the future of Germany, you should not say this in front of me. You actually commented on the supreme leader in front of your boss and doubted the personal ability of the head of state. I can arrest you now with this alone!"

As he said, the topic they were discussing now was too sensitive and dangerous. The Army Commander not only deliberately lowered his voice, but also stood on tiptoe like a grassland mongoose, confirming that no one paid attention to their conversation.

"What you said is indeed true, and I cannot deny that in that duel, the Head of State did show wisdom and power above Adolf Hitler.

But you can't deny that although he won the duel, the component of relying on luck is quite high.
To be continued...