Xu Jun walked in the exclusive walkway of the head of the empire. On the right side of the walkway was the back garden of the Prime Minister's Office. Through the tall glass partition window, you can see the square pool and bronze sculptures in front of the main building.

At the end of the walkway is a rectangular waiting room facing north and south, with two tall wooden doors leading to the head of state's office side by side. As for why two same side doors were built, it was just to correspond to the two side doors on the west side of the office, which looked more symmetrical and beautiful.

The guards guarding at the top of the corridor raised their arms to salute Xu Jun. Diesenhofen stepped forward and opened the side door for Xu Jun.

"Let the girls in the secretariat go back and rest, leaving behind two stenographers on duty." Xu Jun walked into his head of state's office, took off the military cap on his head, and placed him and the marshal's scepter on the oak map table on the north side of the room.

"Please prepare the small conference room, and ask if Schrenberg and Muller are here." Xu Jun walked to his desk and sat down.

There is a small conference room near the vice building on the west side of the ground floor of the Imperial Prime Minister's House, which has never been used when Hitler was in power. It should be said that the conference room of the Imperial Prime Minister's House was used as a decoration for most of the time. Since Hitler became the supreme dictator of the Third Reich, he has never held a cabinet meeting in the Prime Minister's House, because the imperial ministers only had to obey his will and orders. No one in Germany can control the idea of ​​the head of state, even the closest Gorene can do it.

"As for your order, my head of state." Dieshenhofen nodded to Xu Jun and Weirle, then turned around and walked towards the front door of the office.

"Sit, Weirle." Xu Jun opened a drawer on the side of the desk and took two clean cups from it. He pointed to the high-backed chair in front of the desk and signaled Weirle to sit down.

"Tell me what you have discovered. That Kuhnberg is called this name." Xu Jun opened the door of a low cabinet beside the table and took out a crystal wine bottle from it. The head of the empire pulled out the bottle plug on the crystal wine bottle, poured some golden wine into the cup, and then pushed the cup in front of Weirle.

"Yes, his full name is Marvin Ulysses Ludwig Graf von Kuhnberg, my head of state." Weirler picked up the wine glass and bowed to Xu Jun to express his gratitude.

"Gruff? Is he an earl?" Xu Jun poured himself a little brandy. He was not addicted to alcohol. Occasionally, he would drink a small glass when he stayed up late at night to help him relax.

As mentioned in the previous article, the Weimar Republic abolished all privileges of the German nobles. In order to appease the nobles with ancient heritage, the government allowed the nobles to retain the identity symbol Feng in their names and add their respective titles to their names. This is also the last remaining glory for these nobles.

"The Kuhnberg family has a long history and existed before the establishment of the Principality of Bavaria." Weirle replied.

"Well, keep talking, Weirle." Xu Jun took a sip of brandy and placed the wine glass on the desk.

"Kuenberg performed very well. I think his words are very credible, my head." Weirler carefully placed the cup on the edge of the table.

"Is there any evidence that he is not lying? Weirle." Xu Jun picked up half of the extinguished cigar from the ashtray, looked at the sign on it, and then reached out to pick up the matchbox on one side.

"I can't come up with evidence. My head of state is entirely due to my personal judgment. There is no need for Kuhnberg to fabricate such a lie. This does not benefit him at all, because it is too easy to be seen through. He knows very well how severe punishment he will be punished if he deceives us." Weirle replied.

"I understand, please continue, Weirle." Xu Jun lit the match, lit half of the cigar, and then threw the almost burned match into the ashtray.

"He told a rather bizarre story. My head, I can only repeat his words to you as much as possible. As for the contents of the story, I think with your wisdom, you should be able to tell the truth or falsehood." Weirle said respectfully.

"Yes." Xu Jun did not comment and just nodded slightly to respond.

"The story starts with the Second Battle of the Marne River in 1918. You should know the battle. At that time, the Second Army was divided and attacked by the French heavy army on the south bank, and the front-line troops suffered heavy losses." Weirle reported.

After Dogen and his subordinates left, Kuhnberg led the remaining officers and soldiers, relying on the simple defensive position, to repel the French infantry attacks three times in a row, but then the French heavy artillery entered the battlefield, and Kuhnberg's position was violently bombarded by French heavy artillery.

In addition to the hellish wire jungle, the one that left the deepest impression on the soldiers in World War I was probably the nightmare bombardment of heavy artillery.

At that time, the casting technology of large-caliber artillery in Europe was quite developed. Compared with the World War II period, what was lacking was only more advanced viewing and fire control methods. Due to the artillery technology and tactics, heavy artillery in World War I could not achieve precise shelling of targets like World War II. In addition, the complex trench system built by both sides effectively reduced the probability of artillery killing soldiers. Therefore, covering shelling can only be used as a combat method, and the increase in the number of firepower delivery is used to improve the killing efficiency.

The French army was equipped with many Saint Shamon M1915 155mm cannons, with a range of up to 9,300 meters and a warhead weighing 43.5 kilograms. Kuhnborg's infantry battalion soon learned the power of this terrible weapon. Although they were all veterans who had been through the battlefield and knew how to deal with artillery attacks, the problem was that the position was too simple and did not play much anti-aircraft role.

The shock wave swept across the position mixed with shrapnel, and the explosion scattered the soil on the side of the fox pit. Some soldiers were buried alive in his hiding place, and those who were directly hit were immediately crushed to pieces. The human tissue fragments and the raised soil were thrown to a height of fifty meters. The machine gun was blown into the sky like a wheat stalk by the shock wave, and a long canvas belt was dragged behind him. The ammunition and weapon parts mixed with soil and gravel sprinkled in all directions, knocking the helmets above the soldiers' heads jingled.

Although it only took two rounds of artillery, which lasted for about fifteen or sixteen seconds, Kuhnberg knew clearly in his heart that his infantry battalion was finished.

A shell fell about ten meters in front of the fox pit where Kuhnberg was hiding. The explosion caused serious damage to the count's hearing. Both of his eardrums were shaken by air pressure, and blood flowed out of his ear holes and flowed along his cheeks to his uniform. The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur, and the acid gas mixed with moisture stimulated the soldiers' eyes and respiratory tracts. The exposed skin felt like a tingling pain like a fire.

The German soldiers temporarily lost the ability to continue fighting. Kuhnberg knew this, and the French also knew that the French soldiers were launching a new round of charge towards the German positions. Although the count could not hear the other party's shouts, he could feel that the crisis was approaching and the enemy might be close.

At this last moment, the major threw away the Ruger pistol that had been empty and drew out the command knife left by his grandfather. Then a French infantry in a blue coat appeared on the top of the slope. The French privateer held a Leber rifle with a long bayonet and screamed loudly along the slope and rushed towards the German major standing at the bottom of the slope.

Although Kuhnberg's gray uniform was covered with black mud, the officer's mark was not visible at all, the high horse boots on his feet, the pistol holster at his waist and the shiny officer's command knife in his hands had completely exposed his identity.

Kuhnberg could not hear any sound in his ears, and the damage to his eardrum also affected his balance ability, and may also be accompanied by some slight concussion. Fortunately, this French soldier was a rookie and obviously had not undergone much bayonet fighting training. Kuhnberg looked slightly clumsy and avoided the opponent's sting and accurately pierced the opponent's neck with a sharp command knife.

At this moment, the surviving German soldiers on the position also carried their own weapons to fight for survival. Bloody hand-to-hand combat was fully launched on this small position. However, the French army occupied an absolute numerical advantage. Although the German officers and soldiers fought desperately, they soon fell down in the siege of the enemy. What surprised the French was that until the last German soldier was stabbed, no enemy surrendered to him.

Kuhnberg fought until the end. He was regarded as a big fish by the French army. Although he was covered with several bayonet wounds, he was not in a fatal position. In the end, he fell down due to excessive blood loss and excessive fatigue. Before he fell into a coma, he still held the handle of the commanding knife tightly in his hand.

"Kuenberg was captured by the French army. Because of his serious injuries, he was sent to the French Army Hospital in Paris for treatment." Weirle picked up his wine glass and took a sip of brandy to moisten his throat.

"This is easy to verify. The French side can call out the records at that time. This Frenchman should have records. "Wille." The head of state tilted his head and hesitated tone. It was not that he did not believe Kuhnberg's confession, but that the French were not very reliable.

"The medical records should be found, and the French are more serious in this regard." Weirle replied respectfully.

"Well, then what happened next." Xu Jun took a sip of the cigar and slowly exhaled a light white smoke.

"The French side has always treated captured German officers very well. Kuhnberg was treated with courtesy that matched his status and rank, especially when the French knew that he was an earl, he gave him a lot of special care. He was soon discharged from the hospital after he was discharged from the hospital afterwards, and then he was transferred to a prisoner of war camp located outside Paris, where he met a man who completely changed his destiny." Weirle shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Continue, Weirle, continue." The head of the empire pressed the head of the cigar in the ashtray, then picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank the remaining brandy in one go.

"My Head, have you heard of the Light Association before?" Weirler leaned forward with a mysterious expression on his face.

"Light will come?" Xu Jun was stunned when he heard this, and his hand holding the crystal wine bottle stopped in the air.

"Speak on, Weirle." The head of the empire immediately regained his calmness. He held the wine bottle steadily and poured brandy into the cup.

ps: Sorry, I can only post one chapter today. The author has recovered his status and strive for double updates tomorrow.

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