"Stand in line, please stand in line!"

A civilian official in a brown uniform shouted loudly with a tin horn in his hand.

Perhaps trying to look more authoritative, he stood on an empty ammunition box.

It was indeed a good feeling to be condescending, but he regretted that his audience did not sell his face at all, and the hundreds of German ** officials in front of him continued to talk to themselves, and no one reacted to his shouting, and bursts of laughter broke out in the crowd from time to time.

"What the hell!"

The civilian officer felt like a fool in front of the rude officers, and his already skinny, somewhat grotesque looking face was now covered in an iron-gray color.

"Everyone, be quiet, please immediately stand in line according to the position I originally arranged for you."

The civilian official shouted loudly, and although his heart was now full of anger, he did not dare to vent it at this time. This is not only because of the difference in status between the two sides, but more importantly, he can't mess up his job for this little thing, which is the top priority related to his future future.

"General, General Gauss, can you please help me maintain order?"

The helpless civilian officer turned around and shouted loudly to the general who was chatting with several senior officers behind him.

"Oh? What's the matter? Directed by Ralph. ”

Major General Gauss, a staff officer of the Army Command, asked suspiciously.

Director Ralph stood on the ammo box with an embarrassed expression and looked at Gauss: "Please help me maintain order, the Führer may be coming soon, we must be ready immediately." ”

"What, is the time up? Not that it's going to be another half an hour. ”

Gauss raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"It looks like the plans have changed again. Listen, the military band is playing the parade march, it seems that the Führer is already reviewing the guard of honor, and in this way, we only have ten minutes to prepare, no, now we only have eight minutes, please come and help me maintain order, those guys don't listen to my orders at all. ”

Director Ralph said eagerly.

"What! It's only been eight minutes, what the hell, why didn't anyone come to inform me. ”

Gauss hurriedly walked over to Ralph and stretched out his hand.

"Give me the microphone."

Ralph hurriedly handed the gray tin horn in his hand to Gauss.

"What are you still doing standing on that thing, I'll take care of the things here, are you ready for the work over there?"

Gauss hated the feeling of looking up at people, let alone looking at a guy who looked like that.

"You're all ready, General, now just let the officers stand in line according to the position I have arranged." Ralph hurriedly jumped off the ammunition box, his ugly thin face now humbling and flattering.

"All stand upright!" Gauss stood on the ammunition box and shouted loudly at the noisy group of officers in front of him.

"Colonel Lax, Colonel, Colonel Hans, Colonel Telby! Tell your subordinates to shut up at once, and all stand upright! ”

The general is a general after all, and under Gauss's stern order, the scene immediately fell silent.

"You are all heroes on the battlefield, you have exchanged your blood for your current feats, in exchange for the opportunity to meet the Führer, and I am here to remind you once again, I hope you can cherish this opportunity and not use this place as your trench.

You must remember that as a noble officer, you must strictly abide by an officer's code of conduct at all times, and obedience to orders is the most important one.

Okay, stand in line according to the position that Director Ralph arranged for you earlier, the Führer is coming to meet you soon, time is pressing, now everyone is moving for me, line up, line up, move fast! And those attached personnel, they also immediately stood up for me according to the position rehearsed earlier, and the action was fast! ”

As soon as Gauss's roar settled, the group of officers below immediately became a mess, and officers and non-commissioned officers of all levels pushed and shouted at each other and rushed towards their respective positions.

After half a minute of confusion, more than 200 officers at all levels had lined up in two columns on both sides of a five-meter-wide review passage divided by white lines in the open space according to their respective ranks and tall, short, fat and thin, and looked at Major General Gauss standing on the ammunition box in the middle of the passage.

"This Ralph must have sold fruit before...... Gauss thought to himself as he looked at the officers in front of him who were carefully arranged by Ralph and stood upright.

Sergeant Smyschel stood in the line and looked around curiously, in front of him and behind him were officers with medals on their chests and excited faces.

Although he was the commander of the German Fourth Army, von. General Qu Hillel's chauffeur was usually used to seeing all kinds of high-ranking officers, but this time was different, these were all imperial heroes who had fought from the battlefield, and he never imagined that he would be able to get in such close contact with them.

What he didn't expect was to be able to see the legendary Führer in person this time, and just thinking about it made him feel extremely excited.

"Coming, coming, Your Excellency the Führer is coming."

The crowd began to stir.

Sergeant Smyscher is now starting to hate the damn director, having heard that idiot had come from Berlin to make a newsreel of His Excellency the Führer's activities in Paris.

Smyschel wasn't averse to being on camera, and to be honest, he was very, very interested in it.

It's just that the director arranged some big officers in the first row of the team, all of them tall and big, which made Smerscher, who was not very tall, very unhappy.

The big guy in front of him blocked his chance to get on the camera, and it would be a big loss if he blocked his view of His Excellency the Führer at that time.

In fact, he didn't want to think about it, if it weren't for the fact that the director felt that there were not enough people to shoot the kind he wanted...... That kind of artistry, and how could he stand here and get the opportunity to meet the Führer up close if he had brought in all the drivers and vachants who were now idle.

"Your Excellency, these are our heroes, and they are all the best officers." Feng. Brauchitsch said to Xu Jun with a smile.

"Well, all of them are very spiritual, I have read the report given to me by the high command, they deserve to be the elite of the Germanic nation and the pride of Germany."

Xu Jun smiled and raised the marshal's staff in his hand to the officers who saluted on both sides, and before he could put down the exquisite scepter, the scene was already filled with cheers, and these officers excitedly expressed their heartfelt respect and welcome to their leader in the way they thought was most suitable.

"These officers have been looking forward to seeing you, my Führer. The two commanders, Lundstead and Bock, beg me to advise you that when we arrive in Paris, would you be willing to honour some of the best officers with your own hands? ”

Feng. Brauchitsch asked respectfully.

"Of course, of course I am willing to honour these heroes of the Empire, my Excellency Commander."

Xu Jun replied happily while waving to the cheering officers.

The sentiments of the officers on both sides were now at their highest level, and it was an incomparable honour for them to see the German god of war and the ruler of the Reich, and it was the most valuable recognition of the exploits they had received in their bloody battles.

The officers cheered with all their might, shouting all the slogans that could come to mind in their almost blank minds, from long live the Führer to the oath of allegiance, from London to Deutsche Banzai, and shouted whatever they felt could express their excitement.

Finally, these officers were excited and had not forgotten the discipline of the army, so although the atmosphere at the scene was extremely hot, no one stepped out of the white line of fine precepts.

Some people may think that this is all because there is a heavily armed gendarme standing every five meters in front of the human wall, but Xu Jun knows that even if there are no gendarmes, these people will not take a step over the thunder pool at will, because the absolute reverence for authority is deeply embedded in the hearts of these officers.

Looking at the countless frantically waving arms, the countless excited red faces, the cheers and shouts one after another, and the orderly and undeformed formation, Xu Jun felt sincere admiration for the paranoia of the Germans about order.

This scene must have only appeared in Germany at that time, how to say, it was orderly chaos, or order within chaos.

Xu Jun walked proudly in the middle of the five-meter-wide passage with a smile on his face, and kept waving to the officers who were jumping on both sides. Feng. Brauchitsch followed closely beside Xu Jun, and His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief consciously slightly lagged behind by half a step, and also smiled and waved to the officers frequently.

Dogan still looked extremely cool, the loyal adjutant in a straight SS uniform followed Xu Jun closely on the other side, one hand holding the holster around his waist, his eyes still patrolling back and forth in the crowd on both sides.

The other generals of the High Command and the War Department, as well as some high-ranking civilian officials, gathered in a scattered group, who followed closely behind Xu Jun and carefully kept enough distance to highlight the protagonist's presence.

Two cameramen ran back and forth on both sides of the line with a hand-held eight-millimeter camera, which was very advanced at the time, and stopped to take pictures as soon as they found the right angle and scene for them.

A high platform was erected at the back of the welcome queue with a large camera on it, and several large cameras were placed in the crowd on either side of the passage where Xu Jun walked, and it felt like the director from Berlin wanted to shoot not just a newsreel but more like a masterpiece.

Xu Jun exerted his personal charm in front of the officers, and the elegant aristocratic temperament revealed in his gestures and the strong sense of oppression brought by the identity of the imperial master were skillfully and perfectly integrated by him, so that those officers couldn't help but feel that it was the most correct choice in their lives to be able to fight for such an excellent leader, and God was really merciful.

Just as Xu Jun was leading his generals halfway through, a sudden scream rang out from the crowd on the side, even drowning out the loud cheers of the officers around him.

"Catch him! That man is an assassin! ”