There was a sudden sensation in front of the hotel. Xu Jun could see clearly from close distance, but the people behind him didn't know that. When he saw the sergeant on the steps suddenly fell to the ground, he thought he had been attacked.

A few seconds later, Xu Jun was surrounded by a group of soldiers from the guard flag team, with various weapons pointing in all directions. At this time, only a little spark was needed, and a shocking murder broke out on the streets of Cairo. SS soldiers were ready to attack indiscriminately, and all targets entering the range would be regarded as a threat.

Fortunately, Xu Jun reacted in time, and he hurriedly stopped the next action of the guard flag team. At this time, many soldiers had already pushed the bullets and opened the fire safety of the weapon.

"The alarm is lifted! Close the insurance!" Captain Stark shouted loudly, his fingers slashing his throat around his neck.

"It's a misunderstanding. The sergeant just fainted. Call the military doctor to come and take a look." Weirler squatted down and looked at Sergeant Claire who was slung on the steps, then inserted his pistol back into the holster at his waist.

"Maybe he's sick, he looks quite strong." The head of state said, touching the bridge of his nose awkwardly.

Xu Jun is almost numb to this kind of accident. Almost every time he inspects the troops or presides over the inspection, he will encounter one or two such soldiers. Some are due to temperature, and some are unfortunately suffering from illness. More like the one in front of him, coma caused by excessive excitement.

Do you need to do this every now and then? The Head of State thought secretly that he would live a long life.

"Distract a little and give the patient some fresh air." The accompanying military doctor, Lieutenant Kensett, shouted outside the crowd, and the SS soldiers quickly made way for him to open a passage.

Second Lieutenant Ma Ya is a doctor at the Army Taranto Base Hospital. He once studied in the Department of Medicine of Heidelberg University. Although he was just over 30 years old, he was already an old National Welfare Force with six years of military experience. After flipping through Sergeant Claire's eyelids, checked his pupil reaction, and then measured his neck pulse. Second Lieutenant Ma Ya has basically figured out his condition.

"There is no big problem." The doctor opened the medicine box and took out a brown glass bottle from it.

"This is sniffing salt. My head of state, it works very well in dealing with this situation." Seeing the head of state who was curiously approaching, the military doctor explained respectfully.

"Is this sergeant okay?" Xu Jun asked with concern. This was not a deliberate performance, but his normal instinctive reaction.

"There should be no big problem. I'll check it carefully for him when he wakes up. I think this sergeant may be a little anemia." The military doctor unscrewed the cap and put the bottle under the sergeant's nose.

After only a few seconds, after a twitching involuntarily, Sergeant Claire suddenly opened his eyes.

"Oh!" The crowd around him sighed.

Claire's brain was still a little confused. He shook his head and sat up with the help of a soldier. As soon as he looked up, he saw the German head of state.

"Can you stand up? Soldier." Xu Jun asked with concern.

"This is Yuan Yuan" Claire's lips trembled, and he turned his face to look at the soldier who was holding him, trying to find an answer from the other party.

"It's the Head of State." The SS sergeant nodded affirmatively.

"Your name, Sergeant." Weirle asked with a majestic look on his face.

"Om Claire, General." Claire quickly replied loudly.

"He looked a little weak, so he asked two soldiers to help him into the house and let the doctor check him again." It seemed that the sergeant was not a big deal. Xu Jun straightened his back and ordered Stark.

"Abide by the order! My head of state!" The SS captain bumped his boots and raised his arms to salute.

"The embassy did not inform you of the news that you were coming here, so before I could prepare a room for you, my head of state." Walking into the hotel gate, a SS lieutenant came forward to report.

Xu Jun looked around the hotel lobby and could see that the owner of this hotel was very tasteful, at least invested a lot of money in the interior decoration.

"Is there a lounge here?" Xu Jun asked.

"Yes, on the second floor, my head of state." The answer was yes.

"Take me over." The head of state ordered.

"As for orders, please follow me, my head of state." The lieutenant bowed slightly and then led Xu Jun and his group up the stairs.

The remaining entourages immediately began to get busy. The guard flag team had to reset the posts and defense lines around the hotel. The service staff began to unload and organize their luggage and items, while the other part went to prepare a room for rest for the head of state. These entourages were already familiar with the work in their hands and almost no one needed to take charge of the command.

Xu Jun planned to stay in this hotel for one night, and would leave Egypt early the next morning to go to the front line of the peninsula. They would rush back to Berlin the day after tomorrow, and there was still a big deal waiting for him to go back to deal with.

Xu Jun didn't want to make the trip too tight. In fact, as long as you handle what you should deal with, the rest will be as his personal wishes. He is the head of the Third Reich, and no one can interfere with his freedom, at least in theory.

Unfortunately, even the head of the empire is involuntarily in reality. He shoulders the hope and responsibility of a nation. If he had not sat in this position personally, others would not have experienced this heaviness.

Hitler pushed the Third Reich he built himself into hell, and he eventually died miserably in the bunker. No one could control the idea of ​​the head of state, no one could disobey the will of the head of state, no one could resist the order of the head of state, Xu Jun had always believed that these were the biggest reasons for Germany's defeat.

But when Xu Jun walked into the spacious office of the Prime Minister's Office and sat in the office chair Hitler had once sat on, the former historian realized that he did not want to give up his authority at all.

Only by holding absolute power can we save this country and nation. Xu Jun comforted himself at that time. Of course, he would not admit that controlling a country makes him feel enjoyable. Power is indeed the most intense anesthetic in the world.

He could no longer look back. Xu Jun knew this very well. He could only grit his teeth and continue to move forward, do his best to fulfill his responsibilities, break the curse of history, and save the fate of the empire. One wrong step would be a disaster, and he did not have the chance to come back again. Xu Jun exhausted his mind and reversed the situation of the European war. He had all kinds of conspiracies and cheats, and he was almost useless to do anything. Only then did he finally pushed the wheel of history onto another trajectory.

Now everything is following his plan smoothly, Xu Jun has become more careful. He is afraid that he will accidentally make a wrong decision and will retort the wheel of history back to the original road.

Of course, it is necessary to combine work and rest. The head of state does not want to force himself too much. If he stays at work every moment, it would be too tragic to be such a European overlord.

The Head of State personally went to this place where the flower of certain flowers bloomed wildly in later generations, not because it was because it was because it was because of the safety of Major Randolph, nor because it wanted to see the treasures of the Arabs with its own eyes. The Head of State's trip was mainly for official business and for the great cause of the revival of the empire. This must be repeatedly emphasized that all members must be kept in mind. Colonel Daogen said this at the internal personnel meeting afterwards.

In fact, no one would think randomly. Xu Jun felt that this would make him feel a little more obvious. However, seeing Daogen and others' serious appearance, it was not convenient for him to express his thoughts.

The lounge on the second floor of the hotel is at the end of the corridor on the right. It is a hexagonal open room with an area of ​​about 30 to 40 square meters. The center of the room is covered with a huge circular carpet, just like the one used in a circus. The pattern on it is very fine, and Xu Jun thinks it should be a product from Persia.

Four sets of tables and chairs were arranged in a row in the room, a circle of sofas against the wall, and a grand piano was also placed in the corner. This is a rare object in Egypt. At this moment, the piano cover is open and there is a music score on the score stand. It seems that someone has just played it here.

"What do you think of this place? My head of state." The second lieutenant asked respectfully.

"Yes, I'll take a break here first, and I'll let me know when you have prepared the room." The head of state nodded with satisfaction. He looked around the room for a week, then stopped his eyes on the piano.

"Eric, go and make a pot of tea." Xu Jun ordered.

"Wait, my head of state." Dieshenhoven replied neatly.

Xu Jun waved his hand slightly, then walked to the side of the piano, stretched out his finger and gently pressed the keys.

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