There was a "bang", the crisp sound of a cup hitting the ground, and Hoffman woke up, and he found himself lying on the bed with dignity, where was there still a trace of his grandfather? As soon as I reached out, I just touched the cup on the bedside table.

What is this place? He looked around vigilantly, could it be that he had been taken to the hospital? But the perimeter layout is not like a hospital room. He struggled for a moment, and there seemed to be no obvious discomfort in his body. Before he could figure out what was going on, a man in a white coat who hurriedly came in made a surprised voice: "Führer? Have you finally woken up? ”

"Who are you? How did I end up here? Hoffman looked at the other man, and although he was dressed in a white coat, the furnishings here were not the usual style in hospitals, but a bit like a house in an eagle's nest.

"Führer? I'm Morel, I'm your most loyal doctor......" The man in the white coat obviously didn't expect Hoffman's question, and explained himself again and again.

"What are you calling me......"

"Führer!"

Oh, my God...... Monarch! Hoffman subconsciously touched his nose, the feeling was very different from before, and then he looked at his hands, and the feeling was also different, and what was even worse was that he actually touched the thick beard under the wing of his nose with the back of his hand - he never had a beard.

He struggled to sit up: "Help me to look in the mirror." As soon as the words came out, Hoffman was even more surprised, this was by no means the tone of his daily speech.

Dr. Morrell was surprised by Hoffman's request, but the obedience of his obedience over the years had given him a reflex, and he gently lifted the "Führer" to the dressing mirror of the closet. Hoffman's eyes were slightly closed, and he did not dare to look in the mirror, but the words of the other party rang in his ears: "Führer, yesterday morning's accident really frightened us. ”

Another Führer! Hoffmann looked at himself in the mirror with wide eyes: his iconic face, the bushy mustache under his nose, was unique throughout the centuries and on the planet - he was none other than the Führer of the Third Reich.

What's going on? Hoffman shook his head in disbelief, trying his best to control his emotions so as not to let this earth-shattering turn of events leak out on his face. "Morel, my dear doctor......" he paused, pondered, and asked slowly, "what time is it?" How long have I been in a coma? ”

"Today is August 23, 1942, and as for the coma - not at all, the day before yesterday you accidentally fell while walking because you were a little agitated, there were no obvious external injuries, but there were symptoms of dizziness, because the 'werewolf' was too wet, for health reasons you took a special train back to the 'eagle's nest' to rest. Last night you complained of a headache and I used a little bit of barbiturate again, so you slept a few more hours and it's almost 11 noon now. As she explained, Morel asked in a cautious tone, "Honorable Führer, could you please lie down for a few more minutes and let me give you a full examination...... Your face is a little pale, and ...... It doesn't seem to be in a very good state of mind either. ”

Hoffman thought to himself: it was natural to be pale, and anyone who suddenly became the Führer would be genuinely afraid, but he was not so stupid as to say that he was not the Führer - if he dared to say so, the custodians would do everything in their power to treat themselves as madmen.

He obediently lay down again and sighed, "I'm fine, maybe it's just because I'm worried too much about this country." ”

Morel sneered, of course he knew the truth of the matter: three days ago on the evening of the battle meeting held at the Vinnytsia base camp in Ukraine, the chief of the army's General Staff General Franz-Halder and the Führer once again had a fierce argument about the situation on the Eastern Front, and the angry general even slapped the table, and the meeting ended unhappily. During a walk after breakfast the next day, the Führer could not contain his anger and complained to Martin-Bormann, head of the party and head of the Chancellery, about Halder's unruliness and repeated opposition to him, and then fell and hit his head on a stone because he was so agitated that he did not pay attention to his feet......

"Führer, at the moment your blood pressure, heartbeat, and pulse are normal." Morel put down his stethoscope and said solemnly, "For the sake of the Empire, you should take care of your health. ”

"Thank you for your advice." Hoffman waved his hand, "Let them wake me up in half an hour, now I have to be alone and think about something." ”

The doctor slammed the door and walked away, but Hoffman didn't pay attention, his mind was running at high speed, and he had to think of a solution to his situation. Hoffman, of course, knows what he's encountering, and as a research authority, he has access to hundreds of time-traveling works every year, from thought-provoking strategic reasoning to vivid literary fiction to curated academic essays that he laughs at what he calls fantasy. Unexpectedly, through this most absurd and bizarre myth, the most unbelievable myth, became a reality.

He remembered Albert Einstein's famous quote that fate punished me for being an authority because I despised it so much. It is precisely because I despise crossing so much that fate punished me, so that I actually crossed over, and moreover, I even crossed over to such a person.

While thinking about it, he was surprised to find that his consciousness and the consciousness of the Führer were merging at a rapid pace, without the slightest resistance or delay, and the various items in the Führer's mind were completely absorbed and integrated, and became part of Hoffmann's autonomous consciousness - the world is still that world, but the Führer is no longer the Führer.

On August 23, 1942, the Soviet-German war entered its climax, and according to the normal historical trajectory, by May 1945, that is, a little more than two and a half years away, the Soviet army would have to plant the red flag on the roof of the Empire State Building, and they would commit suicide in the dark and damp basement. He couldn't help but shudder at the thought of this terrible end. At this moment, he remembered the words of old Hoffman: "...... But you are also the most unlucky, because you are about to face such a tricky and difficult empire...... "So that's what happened!"

No! Never! I must change this fate!

"Führer." There was a rhythmic knock at the door, "Can we come in?" ”

"Please come in." The Germans were notoriously punctual in nature, and Hoffmann, who was already fully dressed, looked up at the wall clock, and it was exactly half an hour past.

Three people came from outside, the first was Martin Baumann, who was also a "familiar face", and Hoffman quickly recognized it, the second was Morel, and the last Hoffman was not very familiar, and after searching around in his memory, he already knew that the other party's name was Rudolf-Schmundt, a major general in the army, the Führer's chief adjutant and the Führer's most trusted staff member at present.

"Honorable Führer, I am extremely happy to see you regain your health." Bowman stepped forward and greeted in a slightly exaggerated tone.

Hoffman nodded, he knew that Morel would definitely report to Bowman on his performance, this is a very familiar figure to the Führer, but he must not show his feet, so he replied quietly: "Thank you for your concern, I was a little depressed by the events of the first two days, but after the break, I feel energetic and can continue to lead the empire forward." ”

Bowman was obviously relieved, when Morel came to him just now to report that the Führer's mental state was not ideal, he was very surprised, you must know that the reason why Martin Bowman has his current position of power is all due to the Führer's support, and he is nothing without this backer. Now it seems that Morel is making a big fuss, and the Führer is not a good one! He glared at the latter dissatisfiedly and said, "Führer, General Schmund originally wanted to report to you on the personnel arrangements first, but now lunch is ready, don't you know?" ”

"Let's talk while eating." Hoffman waved his hand disapprovingly, and walked out first.