There was a sudden jump in front of the hotel, Xu Jun could see it clearly from a close distance, but the group of people behind him didn't know, and when he saw the sergeant on the steps suddenly fall to the ground, he thought he had been attacked.

A few seconds later, Xu Jun was surrounded by a group of soldiers of the guard flag team, all kinds of long and short weapons pointed in all directions, at this time, it only took a little spark to break out in the streets of Cairo. The SS soldiers were ready to attack indiscriminately, and all targets that came into range were to be considered a threat.

Fortunately, Xu Jun reacted in time, and he hurriedly stopped the next move of the guard flag team, at which time many soldiers had already loaded their bullets and opened the shooting safety of their weapons.

"Alarm lifted! Close the insurance! Captain Stark shouted, gesturing his fingers around his neck with a throat-slitting gesture.

"It's a misunderstanding, this sergeant just passed out, call the medic to come and take a look." Wehrle crouched down to look at Sergeant Claire as he slumped down the steps, then inserted the pistol back into the holster at his waist.

"Maybe he's sick, but he looks pretty strong." The Führer said awkwardly touching the bridge of his nose.

Xu Jun is now almost numb to this kind of accident, and almost every time he inspects the troops or presides over a parade, he will encounter one or two such soldiers. Some are because of the temperature, some are unfortunately sick, and more are like the one in front of me, who is in a coma due to being too emotional.

I don't need to come here every once in a while, the Führer secretly wondered if he would live a long time.

"Spread out a little bit and give the patient some fresh air." Kensit, the accompanying military doctor. Second Lieutenant Maia shouted from outside the crowd, and the SS soldiers hurriedly made way for him.

Second Lieutenant Ma Ya is a doctor at the Army Base Hospital in Taranto, and once studied at the Faculty of Medicine of the University of Heidelberg. Rolling Sergeant Claire's eyelids, checking his pupil reaction, and then taking his neck pulse, Second Lieutenant Maia had basically figured out his condition.

"It's not too much of a problem." The doctor opened the medicine box and pulled out a brown glass bottle from inside.

"It's sniffing salt, my Führer, and it's quite useful against this situation." Seeing the curious Führer, the military doctor respectfully explained.

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

"It shouldn't be a big problem, I'll give him a closer look when he wakes up, I think this sergeant may be a little anemic." The medic unscrewed the cap and put the mouth under the sergeant's nose.

Only a few seconds later, after a few involuntary convulsions, Sergeant Claire snapped open his eyes.

"Oh!" The crowd around let out an exclamation in unison.

Claire's brain was still a little confused, and he shook his head to sit up with the help of a soldier, only to see the German Führer as soon as he looked up.

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

"It's meta... Yuan... Yuan—" Claire's lips trembled, and he turned his face to look at the soldier who was holding him, trying to get an answer from the other man.

"Your Excellency." The SS sergeant nodded affirmatively.

"Your name, sergeant." Wehrle asked with a dignified face.

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

"He still looks a little weak, so get two soldiers to help him into the house and ask the doctor to check him again." It seemed that this sergeant was fine, Xu Jun straightened up and ordered Stark.

"Yes! My Führer! The SS captain slammed his boot and raised his arms in salute.

"The embassy hasn't informed you that you're coming, so I haven't had time to prepare a room for you, my Führer." Walking through the door of the hotel, an SS second lieutenant greeted him and reported.

Xu Jun looked around the hotel lobby and could see that the owner of this hotel was very tasteful, and 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 Führer." The answer is yes.

"Take me there." The Führer commanded.

"Yes, come with me, my Führer." The second lieutenant bowed slightly, and then led Xu Jun and his party up the stairs.

The remaining attachés immediately began to get busy, the guards were to re-set up their guards and lines around the hotel, the orderlies began to unload and organize their luggage, and the rest went to prepare the Führer's resting room, and these attachés were already familiar with the work at hand, and there was little need for special personnel to take command.

Xu Jun planned to spend the night in the hotel, and the next morning he would leave Egypt for the peninsula front, and the day after tomorrow they would rush back to Berlin, where there was still a lot of work to be dealt with.

Xu Jun didn't want to make the schedule too tight, in fact, as long as he took care of the things that should be dealt with, the rest was up to his personal wishes, he was the head of the Third Reich, and no one could interfere with his freedom, at least in theory.

It's a pity that in reality, even if he is the head of the empire, there are times when he can't help himself, he shoulders the hope and responsibility of a nation, and this heavy feeling is impossible for others to experience if he does not sit in this position in person.

Hitler threw the Third Reich, which he had built, into hell and died a miserable death in that bunker. No one can influence the Führer's thoughts, no one can disobey the Führer's will, no one can resist the Führer's orders, Xu Jun has always believed that these are the biggest reasons for Germany's defeat.

But when Xu Jun walked into the spacious office of the Chancellery and sat in the same office chair that Hitler once sit, the former historian realized that he did not want to give up his authority at all.

Only with absolute power can the country and the nation be saved, Xu Jun comforted himself like this at the time, of course he would not admit that the taste of controlling a country makes him feel enjoyable, and power is indeed the most powerful narcotic in the world.

There is no turning back, Xu Jun knows this very well, he can only grit his teeth and continue to move forward, doing his best to fulfill his responsibilities, break the curse of history, and save the fate of the empire. Taking a wrong step is a catastrophe, he has no second chance to start over, Xu Jun exhausted his scheming to reverse the situation in the European war, all kinds of conspiracies, all kinds of cheating, almost everything, which finally pushed the wheel of history onto another trajectory.

Now that everything is running smoothly according to his plan, Xu Jun has become more cautious, he is deeply afraid that he has accidentally made a wrong decision and turned the wheel of history back to the original path.

Of course, it is necessary to combine work and rest, and the Führer does not want to push himself too hard, and if he is immersed in work all the time, it will be too tragic for such a European hegemon.

The Führer himself went to this place where the flower of so-and-so bloomed madly in the afterlife, not because he was worried about the safety of Major Randolph, nor did he want to see the treasures of the Arabs with his own eyes, but the Führer's trip was mainly for official business, for the revival of the empire, which must be repeatedly emphasized, and all attachés must keep it in mind, Colonel Dougan said afterwards at a meeting of insiders.

In fact, no one would think about it, Xu Jun felt that this was a bit of a desire to cover up, but seeing Daogen's serious appearance, it was inconvenient for him to express any thoughts.

The lounge on the second floor of the hotel, at the end of the corridor on the right, is a hexagonal open room, estimated to be about thirty or forty square meters. In the center of the room was a huge circular carpet, like the one used in the circus, with very fine patterns on it, Xu Jun thought it should be a product from the Persian side.

The room is staggered with four tables and chairs, a circle of sofas against the wall, and a grand piano in the corner. It's a rarity in Egypt, where the lid of the piano is now open, and there is a sheet of music on the music stand, as if someone had just played it.

"What do you think of this place? My Führer. The lieutenant asked respectfully.

"Yes, I'll rest here for a while, and I'll let you know when you have your room ready." The Führer nodded in satisfaction, and he looked around the room, then stopped at the piano.

"Eric, go get a pot of tea." Xu Jun commanded.

"Wait a minute, my Führer." Tysenhofen replied cleanly.

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

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