Xu Jun and his marshals were in the field of Feng. Heinzberg's diner had dinner with the Doctor's family, and although the food was ordinary, the Führer ate happily, and after drinking a few glasses of the Doctor's own German sweet soju (a wheat distilled spirit of about 50 degrees, made with honey and spices such as cinnamon, fennel, and various sweet dried fruits according to the secret recipes of each family), he even made a few popular table jokes in quick succession to liven up the atmosphere.

After dinner, the marshals said goodbye to the Führer for a while, because of the limited conditions, there was no room for them to live in, and they could not go outside with the soldiers to live in tents, so they could only go to a nearby military base for one night.

Xu Jun took Daogen around the courtyard and praised and encouraged several officers and soldiers who had performed well, and these people deserved to be rewarded for their devotion to their duties. Xu Jun will not admit that the redundant work in front of him is completely caused by his own willfulness.

After inspecting the troops, Xu Jun came to Feng. In the small study of Heinzberg's family, when he heard that Yuan was mainly dealing with official business, the historian did not hesitate to give up this room.

"It's all arranged, my Führer." Werler walked up to Xu Jun and handed a copy of the official document to the Führer.

"Haven't found out who's behind it?" Xu Jun flipped through a document in his hand, and then drew a monogram on the signature file.

"Judging from the evidence available so far, the two groups of assassins were not in the same group, and this seemingly perfectly coordinated assassination operation was purely a coincidence." Weirle replied with a frown, an answer that surprised him a little.

"So Mussolini was a bad guy." Xu Jun held his chin in his hand and flipped through the report.

"Who did you send to Rome this time?" The Führer picked up the teacup on the table.

"Major Jürgen, my Führer." Weirle replied respectfully.

"Jürgen? Jürgen of the Reich Security Directorate? Xu Jun raised his head and stared into Weierle's eyes and asked.

"That's him, my Führer." Wehrle lowered his head slightly, dodging the Führer's gaze.

"He's the right man, Wierle. As I said earlier, you are all screened for personnel, and I trust the judgment of the Eye of Odin, so I will not interfere with your decisions, so you don't have to worry about that. Xu Jun took a sip of tea and put the cup on the table.

"There are many people in the Imperial Security Service who have made serious mistakes in the past, and there are many stains on their bodies that are difficult to erase, but it is undeniable that they have front-line work experience that is lacking in our system, and many of them are very capable of doing business, and these are what we need most now.

So I took it upon myself to keep some of them who were more innocent in their relationships, such as Jürgen, who had a somewhat eccentric personality but was very talented, and was a genius at solving problems that were difficult for others. Weirle defended his decision.

"I don't blame you, I've seen the last report of his actions. I remember saying at the time that we really need people like this to do something that will never be exposed to the sun. Xu Jun smiled and comforted Weierle.

"Yes, you did, my Führer." Weirle nodded respectfully.

He took part in the "Kristallnacht, the Night of the Long Knives, the annexation of Austria, the Czech Republic and Poland" special operations. If it had been four months ago, I would have put him on the purge. But now that I've given him and his colleagues the chance to continue serving the Empire, I'm getting a little soft-hearted, Wheeler. ”

"No, you have always been merciful, my Führer." The chief of staff bowed respectfully.

"So be it, leave all the affairs of Rome to Ürgen, and when he finishes this work, he will be promoted to the rank of the first rank." Xu Jun lowered his head and flipped through a page of documents.

"You are still so generous, my Führer, and I will personally send a telegram to Major Jürgen to convey the news."

"Yes, I'll leave it to you, Weirle."

"Führer, if there is nothing else, I will retire first, and there are still some official documents that I need to deal with." Weirle asked.

"Okay, no more questions for now, Weierle, you go about your work." Xu Jun didn't look up, just waved his hand casually.

"Goodbye, my Führer." Weierle stepped back to the door, nodded to Xu Jun's figure, and then turned and walked out of the study.

"Wait a minute, General." Dougan stopped Wheeler in the hallway, and it looked like he had been waiting here for a long time.

"What's the matter, Colonel?" Wehrle raised his hand and rubbed his brow, and put his glasses back on.

"I have some questions for you, I don't know if you have time right now." Dogen asked solemnly.

"I think I still have some free time, have you encountered any tricky problems? Colonel Dogen. Wehrle looked up at his watch, and the hands pointed to half past nine in the evening.

"Let's talk as we go." Dougan made an inviting gesture.

"Yes, I'm going to take a look at the communications class." Wierle smiled and nodded.

The two of them walked out of the small building and came to the courtyard of the farmstead. Weller saw that Doagan was indeed on his mind, and the chief of staff was full of curiosity about it, an emotion that the unsmiling SS officer rarely showed.

"What I want to ask is, about Mussolini." The two men went to the mill in the corner of the courtyard, and Dogan pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.

"I see, I think I understand what you're worried about, Dogan." Weirle patted his forehead and reached for a cigarette roll from Dogan's cigarette case.

"I don't understand why we wanted to kill Mussolini, and why we had to stop the coup d'état before if we were going to get rid of him from the beginning. Moreover, I am afraid that if this matter is discovered by the outside world, it will affect the prestige of the Führer, especially within us, and some people may doubt the Führer's judgment because of this, which I absolutely cannot tolerate. Dougan pulled out a lighter and lit a cigarette for Weirle.

"Well, I don't think you understood the Führer's thinking from the beginning, but it's also normal, this kind of political game between countries is not what you can imagine." Weierle shook his head with a wry smile and pointed his finger at the Daogen.

"We can't let the Badoglio coup succeed, and if the Italians are allowed to change the political situation by their own power, then the new leader will be equal to us in terms of status. The Chief of the General Staff was using us, just as we were using him, and it was an exchange of interests, and he did not think that he owed anything to Germany.

Badoglio is a tough patriot, and although he promised us many conditions, it was far from what we hoped for. When he is in power, he will never continue to make concessions, and the agreements signed with us are already the bottom line that this person and the forces behind him can accept.

Unless we are prepared to continue this battle to the end, to completely destroy the Italian state force and occupy the country, we will not be able to gain more from the new government. Wehrle took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"As far as I know, Marshal Badoglio is a standard military man, and I agree with your judgment." Dougan agreed.

"It is the Führer's judgment, not mine, that must be remembered, Colonel Dogen."

"Yes, of course, the Führer, General Weierle." Dogan nodded busily.

"So we can't let Badoglio come to power by virtue of a coup d'état, and it's in our interest to support Mussolini at this time.

Because of the suddenness of the incident, Mussolini seriously underestimated his influence among the Italian people, and he thought that the whole political and social circles were against him. So when we lend a hand, of course he will not hesitate to hold on to it, and he sees Germany as the only pillar that will keep his power, his position, and his life.

In order to win over the Empire, he will grant us any request, no matter how ridiculous it sounds. For example, if we want to seize all the warships of the Italian naval fleet, and Badoglio will never agree to it, but Mussolini did not hesitate to sign an agreement with us, and cooperated with us to disarm the Italian navy, and delivered the entire fleet to us unscathed.

Looking at the trade packages, the mining development agreements, the colonial opening agreements, the labor export agreements, and the mutual technical assistance agreements, Mussolini did not raise the slightest objection. After speaking, Weierle raised his eyes to look at the thoughtful Dogan, and reached out to dust the cigarette ash from the hem of his uniform.

"I see, General. It is true that Mussolini, as you say, is more beneficial to us in power, and only he will be able to agree to so many agreements with the Reich. But why should we kill him, and keep him in that position, wouldn't we be able to get more benefits? Dogan took off his military hat and scratched the back of his head.

"Because he's come to his senses, it's been enough time for him to breathe his breath and see the real political situation in Italy. He has found that he is not alone, and that he still wields a huge influence in the Italian government and opposition. The populace still supported him, his party members adored him as usual, the army was full of his supporters, and middle and lower rank officers were willing to obey his commands.

He was also the only leader of Italy, and the coup d'état did not hurt his power base, but made the people more trust, respect and obey him. At the same time, he also threw away the baggage he had previously carried, successfully armisted several powers, lifted the blockade of Italian goods and energy, and now he could fully focus on the construction of Italy, and then re-emerged. With his hands behind his back, Weirle threw the cigarette butt to the ground, stretched out his foot and crushed it vigorously.

"Mussolini was a dangerous man, he was the same kind of person as Hitler, they were never true to their promises, and at the first opportunity they saw was advantageous, they would immediately tear up the agreements they had signed." Wehrle pulled a cigarette case out of his uniform pocket and lit another cigarette.

"So we must get rid of him before he betrays us... I get it all. Dogan suddenly realized, and he excitedly punched the brick wall of the mill next to him.

"Indeed, this is the Führer's greatest fear, that we are about to fight to the death against the behemoth of the East, and that we must prevent Italy from betraying its previous alliance and striking a blow against us at a critical moment in the war, as it did in the last war. This will have a direct impact on the final outcome of the battle. We cannot afford to take such risks, and we must stifle them in infancy. ”

"So we're reinvigorating Badoglio."

"This marshal has rebelled, and the only one he can rely on is us. Unlike Mussolini, he betrayed his king, his loyal subordinates, and most of his friends, and the marshal had almost nothing but the position and fame that Mussolini had reserved for him.

His biggest fear now is not the threat from Mussolini's henchmen, but the reprisals from politicians and the royal family who had been suppressed. Once those people are ***** waiting for him will be ruined.

That's why he's so cooperating with us this time, sweeping away the politicians and royal forces that might threaten him. And those political forces are also a threat to our Third Reich, and only by eliminating them can we complete the deployment in the Italian direction without hindrance and realize the strategy of the Führer. Wehrle laughed.

"So, Dogen, you need not fear at all that the Führer's reputation will be tarnished, nor that he will be his judgment, for he is still our great and wise leader, God's favored apostle." The chief of staff reached out and patted the SS colonel on the shoulder.

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