The Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of the main entrance of the hotel where Xu Jun was staying, and Tysenhofen got out of the car and opened the door for Xu Jun.

Located northwest of the port of Kiel, the Hotel de l'Etoile is a 17th-century European-style manor house with a four-storey French Baroque palace in front of a vast garden with a symmetrical geometry of manicured shrubs and flower beds, a concrete road running along the central axis, a rectangular pool and a sculptural fountain in the style of Louis XIV. A tall iron fence encloses the area, and the blackened iron railing is topped with a sharp hooked iron tip.

Xu Jun stepped out of the car, first took a deep breath of the fragrant air with plants and trees, and then turned around to take a look at the surrounding scenery, he was very satisfied with the arrangement of his subordinates, this kind of French-style palace architecture is very rare in Germany, and the status of the family who can own this kind of property must be extraordinary.

"My Führer, this was originally the estate of the Duke of Augustenburg, which, for financial reasons, was bought by the KDF for use by high-ranking military and political officials and foreign guests. When KDF took over, it was a dilapidated place, but now you see, it's a pretty place, isn't it? Weierle stood aside and introduced to Xu Jun.

"KDF is undeniably efficient, and I appreciate their creativity in this area. Find someone to put up an awning on that lawn, as big or as small as twenty people, and I'm going to have an open-air luncheon there tomorrow. Xu Jun pointed to a lawn by the pool with the marshal's staff and said to Weierle.

"My Führer, I'm sure you'll be able to see the awning you want before dinner to-day." Wehrle glanced at Himmler.

"His Excellency Himmler will have everything ready for you."

"No problem at all, my Führer, Your Excellency Werle." Himmler replied with a solemn nod.

"Himmler, come to my room in two hours, and now you can go about your own work first." Xu Jun turned his face and said to Himmler with a smile.

"Yes, my Führer, I am ready to wait for your call." Himmler bowed and greeted Xu Jun. He stood by the steps playfully, and did not continue to follow Xu Jun into the building.

"Find someone to build an awning there at once, for twenty people." Himmler turned to his lieutenant and whispered orders.

"Yes, sir, I'll arrange for someone to do it immediately." The adjutant, dressed in a full SS dress, replied respectfully with a sword at his waist.

"You are to take charge of this matter personally, this is the Führer's order, and it must be done before dinner today. Remember, the Führer lives here, be careful not to disturb the Führer when you work. You know the consequences. Himmler took off his military hat and touched the back of his shaved head, then turned and walked towards his car.

"Now let's go check the work of the guards around us, and in the morning we did a good job outside the airport gates, and the Führer is very pleased, and the Squadron Leader of the Second Class Fisio should be rewarded with a photograph signed by me, plus a bonus of five hundred marks." Himmler stood in front of the car door, and the adjutant neatly stepped forward to pull the door for him.

"Well, it's eight forty in the morning. The Führer will summon me at 10:40, and we have two hours. Prepare me a detailed report on Operation Grey Pony, and I think the Führer will want to know the specifics of that operation. After receiving a response from his subordinates, Himmler sat in the back compartment. The adjutant closed the door for him and stood beside the car to salute him and say goodbye.

Himmler's Mercedes with SS-1 license plates drove out of the roundabout in front of the palace gate and along the main road towards the manor gate. Two three-wheeled motorcycles, standing guard outside the gate, overtook the sedan on either side and began to clear the way for Himmler ahead.

"Good facilities. The hot water was very comfortable. Xu Jun walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, and he walked to the bed, where Tysenhofen had already put a clean change of clothes and ironed uniforms on the bed.

"My Führer. Marshal Raeder reports that they are all ready there, and asks if you will inspect the shipyard at the scheduled time. Tysenhofen took the bathrobe from Xu Jun's hand and turned around and put it on the table on the side.

"Tell Your Excellency Raeder that I will be at the shipyard at two o'clock in the afternoon." Xu Jun put on his red-trimmed breeches and sat on the bed, where Tysenhofen knelt on one leg and helped him put on his tall lambskin riding boots with tight calves.

"Thanks, Eric." Xu Jun stood up and stomped his feet, feeling nothing uncomfortable.

"My Führer, His Excellency Himmler is now waiting for your summons in the hall below." Tysenhofen handed over the snow-white shirt.

"What time is it?" Xu Jun buttoned up his shirt and tucked the hem into his breeches.

"Eleven twenty o'clock, my Führer."

"Wait until forty o'clock, and then call him up, we must keep the time." Xu Jun buttoned up the cuffs and lifted the straps of his breeches to his shoulders.

"Your Excellency Weirle asks you when it's time for lunch, today's menu is on your desk, do you want them to be delivered to your room, or are you going to the dining room to eat?" The young life secretary carried Xu Jun's marshal uniform, and Xu Jun put his hand into his sleeve.

"I'll decide when I've read the menu, I'll add another pair of cutlery later, I'll invite Himmler to dine with him, and let Weerle pick a good bottle of wine, the old rules, it's all on my account." Xu Jun buttoned up his uniform, and he had already worn a full set of medals on his uniform instead of the usual sketches, because he would go to the naval shipyard in the afternoon to inspect the work, and in public the head of state had to show the dazzling image of the imperial military god in front of the people.

Xu Jun's extravagant life is not to take people's fat and ointment, and all the expenses are actually paid by him out of his own pocket. The German army was different from the armies of other countries at that time, even the marshal had to pay for his daily food and drink like the soldiers, and the officers and soldiers all had the same daily food expenses, which were deducted from the military salary every month.

The military kitchen provided food for all officers and soldiers, and there were no headquarters stoves and special officers' kitchens, so many German generals ate exactly the same food as soldiers at the front. Even Hitler nibbled on bread and soup at the front, and it was not until after the end of the French campaign that he changed his face and began to open his own vegetarian stove for personal health reasons.

Of course, while the rules of the military cannot be changed, there are always some exceptions, provided that the officers can pay for their needs. Officers can hire their own cooks and servants, and procure their own favorite food, which is a tradition of the military aristocracy in the German army, you can drink red wine and nibble on steak on the battlefield, the point is that everything must be paid for by yourself.

In the early days of the German army, this atmosphere of unity did inspire many soldiers, but the prosperity did not last long, and by the middle of the war, due to the early victories of the German army, Germany had gained untold wealth from various European countries, and some officials were carried away by the victory and wealth, and began to use their privileges for their own benefit, and senior officers began to indulge in pleasure and corruption, and a privileged class began to emerge in the army.

The relationship between the junior soldiers and the senior officers became more and more distant, and the soldiers and the junior officers were dissatisfied with the senior generals who ignored the plight of the officers and soldiers at the front, and they were deeply disturbed by the increasing corruption and crime within the army, and eventually the strict organizational structure of the army cracked, and military discipline and morale were affected, and the problem of corruption in the army was one of the most critical factors in the cause of the fall of the Third Reich.

Of course, Xu Jun will not ignore these problems, one of the responsibilities of the Eye of Odin is to monitor the inside of the army, don't try to hide any changes from Xu Jun's eyes, some ordinary self-filling pockets can be understood, but which bold guy intends to make an organized chain of interests in the army command system, then he will be ruthlessly purged, when encountering this kind of thing Xu Jun will behave more Nazi than any Nazi party, which is why he has not banned the concentration camps, for Germany during the war, Such a body has its place to exist.

Reinhart. Feng. Before he came to power, Stadler was already one of the richest people in Europe, and Jack the Cyborg had enough economic and technical information to support him in building a huge economic empire. In the folk, Reinhardt. Feng. The Stadler institution founded by Stadler kept a low profile like his owner, and ordinary people who were not involved in this circle did not even know that this unit existed, but in the world of finance and industry, this name was as prestigious as his master, and was known for his keen eye, advanced technology, tough background, and ruthless methods.

Before Xu Jun's arrival, the Stead Agency had already seized billions of marks in wealth, and secretly invested in industrial and mining enterprises and business networks all over the world. Hitler's rapid rise to prominence with Stadler's wealth and intellectual support, and Jack's increased scheming with Hitler's patronage, a large part of which was spent on running his own underground kingdom, bribing officials, bribing colleagues, collecting teams, and building underground networks, all of which cost a lot of money, and all the funds for the activities of the apostolic organizations throughout the country came from this.

So now Xu Jun has enough funds to support his extravagant life, and he never hesitates to share with his subordinates, he often gives some subordinates valuable gifts, usually for the reason of condolences to the family. This made his generals not only moved but also added a lot of favor to him, and at the same time won the loyalty of many old soldiers, because a generous lord will always be more supported by his subordinates than a stingy lord, after all, Germany has just broken away from the imperial system for more than 20 years, and the idea of feudal empire is still deeply ingrained in the minds of some high-ranking officers.

Tysenhofen hung the shining Knight's Iron Cross around the Führer's neck, then turned behind Xu Jun to help fasten the buckle of the ribbon.

"Well, my Führer, you look wonderful, would you like me to make you a pot of tea?" Xu Jun took the marshal's scepter handed over by Tysenhofen, stood in front of the dressing mirror and posed in a posture that he thought was quite handsome.

"Well, make me a pot of tea, Eric." Xu Jun moved his face in the mirror, showing a standard commercial smile, looking at the handsome and dashing image in the mirror, His Excellency the Führer nodded with satisfaction. (To be continued......)