Two days flew by, and on September 2, Nuremberg was completely immersed in the ocean. Countless huge flags stretched out from the windows of the houses, and as far as the eye could see, they were all blood-red; SS policemen in black uniforms spread across the city, monitoring order and safety as never before. Although this is the nest of the National Socialist Party, with a deep mass base, the gathering of heads of state tomorrow is so important that Himmler's eagles and dogs dare not relax in the slightest.

Just after noon that day, the bell rang at Nuremberg Railway Station, and special trains stopped on the platform of this small station one after another, and countless dignitaries and dignitaries came out of it. Cabinet Ministers, State Secretaries, Governors of the Frontier, Regional Leaders, Qatari magnates...... Entrenched in several hotels with more than a nest of bedbugs, Fang Yan couldn't help but feel the vastness and bloated nature of the empire created by Hitler.

And the most eye-catching of them are the friendly dignitaries who have been invited to come. At the brief reception banquet held in the evening, Fang Yan, who had just entered the venue, unsurprisingly saw two familiar faces - the Italian leader Mussolini was chatting happily with Ribbentrop, and next to him stood little Ziano, who served as the background board.

"Jonas? Why are you here, aren't you an officer in the Navy? Seeing Fang Yan enjoying the food among the guests, Xiao Qiano was obviously stunned, stepped forward and frowned. Fang Yan raised the juice in his hand to salute, and said unhurriedly: "This time I am participating as an old friend of the Führer and the deputy director of the Party Congress. Tomorrow morning, you'll witness a coronation ceremony that is 100 times bigger than the Hall of Mirrors in Versailles in 1871. In addition, I recommend that you wear a hat on a regular basis, and your hairline is a little higher than it was 5 months ago. ”

"Don't try to change the subject!" Little Ciano let out a low cry of annoyance, and after a moment glanced to the sides with some weakness. Fortunately, the eyes of the surrounding people were attracted by Mussolini in the center of the banquet, and did not notice his gaffe as the Italian foreign minister. Little Ziano calmed down his inner emotions and sneered: "Don't think I don't know what you're calculating. This time you held the party congress again, and you wanted to intoxicate the leader through a grand scene, so that he would be willing to make dedication to your cause. Three years ago, I didn't go with you to get you done; And with me this time, your intentions will never come true. ”

After a pause, the corners of Xiao Ziano's mouth hooked up a little ridicule: "With this little method, you can only confuse leaders who value ideology and are rich in artistic feelings." How could others, like Horty and Petain, buy this kind of account? Especially Franco, a ghoul vulture, it is absolutely impossible for him to move without enough benefits! Until now, the ghoul has owed more than 7 billion lira to the Italian government for various reasons. If it weren't for the British, I would have given him a taste of how big the Veneto's main guns were! ”

Fang Yan pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "Just because the Italian leaders are surrounded by people like you who lack knowledge, Rome has always been able to follow behind Berlin. How many impossibilities has Hitler's Germany created from 1933 to today? What was not possible in the past can now be done in the vast majority. ”

Speaking of this, Fang Yan seemed to suddenly remember something: "Oh yes. It was not known who had asserted that Germany would run out of energy on the Western Front and firmly dissuaded the Italian leaders from entering the war. Now Italy has not even drunk hot soup, and the leader is extremely depressed and regrets it. I don't know what kind of situation that person is in now? ”

Little Ziano's face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't hold back his words for a long time. As a right-wing member of the Italian government, Ziano Jr. has been putting the brakes on Mussolini's chariot of expansion in recent years – because Italy's financial situation is so worrisome, and the armaments of the army and air force can only be described as miserable. The previous large-scale intervention in the Spanish Civil War, which lasted for three years, had already lost too much money, and the little Ziano, who had no rice in the kettle, could only tend to be conservative in foreign policy; No matter how you look at it, little Ziano feels that he has not made a single mistake.

But to the shock of the whole world, France was completely defeated in just 6 weeks! Although Mussolini finally jumped on the last train in a hurry, he was too hasty to prepare and declared war too late, so that Mussolini, with the thick skin of the corner of the wall, was also willing to claim that France was defeated by Italy. In the end, Mussolini's gluttonous ambitions for France were completely frustrated, and he could only watch the pieces of the "Roman Empire" that he once aspired to win slip through his fingers, and he was completely out of contact with Italy.

Seeing that Hitler had all the fruits of his victory on the Western Front, Mussolini was almost mad with jealousy. Although he understood the crux of the matter and did not reproach his son-in-law, who had repeatedly dissuaded him, Ciano Jr. felt the weight of his words fall for Mussolini. During this trip to Nuremberg, Mussolini planned to fully tie up the German chariot to see if he could get a piece of the pie in the final battle against Britain. This is the complete abandonment of the strategy of Ziano Jr., from waiting and waiting to being proactive.

“…… Indeed, the French campaign was a miscalculation on my part. But that doesn't mean that Italy will follow Germany and become your puppet! Little Ziano shot back angrily, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, "I know that the next step is for you to get involved in North Africa and the Middle East." I must stress here that Italy was not a second-class player in the Axis powers. Italy must, and rightfully so, play a leading role in the affairs of the Mediterranean Rim. Just with our oil fields in Libya, and the third most powerful navy in the world. ”

Fang Yan shrugged his shoulders and replied lightly: "You should say these words to the Führer." But before that, I think it's important for you to attend tomorrow's Party Congress to get a deep understanding of what 'Germany' means today. You, as well as Franco and Horthy, still know Germany from 1938 or even the 1936 Olympics. This will make you make a big mistake in your judgment and decision-making. ”

Little Ziano sneered, ready to refute immediately, but thinking of the words that he had just been scolded by the man in front of him and disgraced, he felt a little afraid in his heart. The people in front of him, like Hitler, are masters who do not play according to the routine and can create absolute accidents, and in their hands, any common sense can be overturned!

Could it be that something has really changed in Germany that needs to reassess the power of this northern neighbor on its own? But judging from the current situation in my possession, Germany is still the same Germany, at most, it has set off a wave of carnival in the country because of the victory in the war on the Western Front? Little Ziano's thoughts were racing, but he couldn't think of what happened. Seeing Fang Yan's confident appearance, Xiao Ziano felt more and more unconfident: given his previous experience of being repeatedly slapped in the face, he was really not sure if the other party had created an unpredictable HNA War Eagle again.

Thinking of carrier-based aviation, little Ziano's depression gradually eased. Speaking of which, it was this young man who suggested in April this year that he support the construction of the Italian Navy's naval navigation. In the past six months, little Ziano has successfully used the construction of HNA as a wedge and carried out in-depth collusion with the top level of his own navy. If he were to compete for supremacy, he would be expected to have the support of the navy, which would be much more reliable than relying solely on Mussolini's trust.

Suppressing his uncle's arrogance, Fang Yan snorted and stopped paying attention. This second generation, who grew up with a golden spoon, always has his eyes above the top, and he feels that he is the protagonist when he doesn't look down on others; Although Maehiko had treated him once in five months, with the unexpected death of the commander of the Italian Air Force Balbo at the end of June this year, the younger Ziano returned to the position of prince, and the old state also reappeared. Tomorrow's party congress ceremony is an opportunity to slap him hard so that he can no longer be a stumbling block to the establishment of a subordinate relationship between Germany and Italy.

Seeing that Mussolini's conversation with Ribbentrop was over, Fang Yan took the opportunity to shake off little Ziano and began to look for the desired target in the crowd. But to his disappointment, only Mussolini was the foreign head of state tonight. Although the Japanese and Romanians were present, they were only eating the green leaves of melons on the side, and the real key Franco, Petain and others would not arrive until early tomorrow morning.

"Damn the guys, are you so resistant to the National Socialist celebrations?" Fang Yan cursed angrily in his heart, but he completely forgot his true thoughts about the National Socialist Party. In fact, Franco and others were invited to Nuremberg to watch the ceremony this time, and they already attached great importance to Hitler's face, after all, a head of state would not be free to participate in such superficial political activities, especially to sing praises to others, and he could only use it as a foil. And Mussolini showed such a positive performance, more of a lack of understanding of the situation. He may have thought that tomorrow would be a replica of the 1937 May Platz rally in Berlin: as the leader of the *** movement, he could be on a par with Hitler.

The dinner is over, and I have a good night's sleep. The next day, it was dark, and Fang Yan was already standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling long mirror and carefully tidying up his appearance. The conspicuous rear admiral's costume is folded and placed next to the bed, replaced by a light gray boutique suit; The Knight's Cross with oak leaves and the gold ** Party Constitution complement each other, showing the master's military exploits and status.

Because of the prominent role he played in the party congress this time, it was no longer appropriate to appear in a navy uniform, so Fang Yan took off his former coat and changed to a civilian dress. Looking at the handsome young man who had changed his face in the mirror, the corner of Fang Yan's mouth suddenly showed a smile of unknown meaning, and then he gathered his mind and strode towards the door.