"Two minutes and thirty seconds." Dougan looked down at his watch and reported aloud.

Xu Jun nodded with a serious expression, leaned back in the chair, and gently tapped his knuckles on the desktop of the desk.

The conference table was lined with well-uniformed marshals and generals, and it was clear that this was another routine meeting of the Third Reich High Command.

Xu Jun was no longer obsessed with the ornate conference hall of the useless Chancellery, and he finally understood Hitler's feelings, and understood why the Führer preferred to crouch in the Berghof, the cliff castle or the eagle's nest in Berchtesgaden, where the Chancellery was so obsessed with its grandeur that it lost its supposed functionality.

So the Reich Führer set himself a spacious office in the High Command building, which at this time still had a large number of rooms unused, and the Führer's personal team and subordinate staff occupied an entire floor.

Two days a week, Xu Jun would work here, holding daily regular meetings of the headquarters and confidential military meetings in the building.

"Fifteen seconds to the countdown... Fourteen seconds... Thirteen seconds..."Dogen's steady voice echoed through the conference room.

Brauchitsch twisted his neck to the side, and peeked at his companion by the way, Keitel, who was sitting next to him, looked up at the ceiling, and on the other side of the table, Rundsteide crossed his hands and bowed his head in contemplation. Loeb was sitting like a sculpture, while Kluger in the corner was stunned with his chin in one hand, apparently out of reach.

"Five seconds... Four seconds... Three seconds... Two seconds... The time has come, my Führer. Daogen lowered his wrist and respectfully bowed to Xu Jun.

"Gentlemen." The Reich Führer reached for the fork on the table and tapped the edge of the disk.

"You can open the lid and enjoy this food." Xu Jun demonstrated and reached out to open the lid of the porcelain bowl, and a long-lost aroma suddenly came to his face. The Imperial Führer took a deep breath and stirred the soup slightly with his fork, then picked up the instant noodles from the bowl and put them into his mouth.

"Well, it tastes good, a little salty." Brauchitsch gave his opinion, and he turned his head to look at his colleagues, only to find that several of them didn't pay any attention to him, and all of them were just snoring and bowing their heads.

The generals were really hungry, and the Führer, in order to highlight the effect, even frantically delayed the lunch time to two o'clock.

"What a great invention, excellent field food, all it takes is a pot of boiling water for a soldier to taste a delicious hot meal." Keitel drank the last sip of the soup and put down the fine porcelain bowl, and the chief of staff took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth in praise.

"It's true, it tastes much better than compressed biscuits, and I think it's very suitable for eating in between battles, which can effectively replenish the calories and water consumed by soldiers in battle." Rundstedder nodded in approval of Keitel.

"At the moment, our compressed rations are more convenient to eat in case of emergency, and I think this deep-fried dehydrated noodles can only be used as an auxiliary ration for the troops. We all know that soldiers do not always have access to hot water during combat, and this kind of dough is very crispy, obviously not resistant to backlog and impact, and packaging in cardboard boxes is indeed a solution, but it will take up a lot of volume in the soldier's food bag. "Feng. Marshal Bock's attitude has always tended to be conservative, and his way of thinking about problems is closer to reality.

"I'm more interested in this instant soup stock, and I can see that it contains dried vegetables and meat, which is even more attractive to the soldiers stationed in the cold trenches, imagine drinking a bowl of delicious hot soup on a winter night, which is probably the dream of every sentry on duty." Kluge's perspective has always been a little different from the others.

"This ration can be included in the company-level food ration list, accompanied by the company's baggage and logistics vehicles to move together, when fighting in a fixed position, the soldiers will welcome this convenient food, we can invent some flavors that the soldiers like, what do you think of the mushroom flavor?" Feng. Marshal Loeb put down his fork, he rarely gave an opinion on the taste of food.

"Gentlemen, if you have any comments and suggestions, you can write me a detailed report when you go back, this time I just want to show you this new type of field food, I have agreed to include it in the supply list of the Wehrmacht, and the government is ready to purchase 150,000 boxes of this "Oriental brand" instant noodles for the soldiers of the eastern defense line to eat during field training. Xu Jun wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and waved his hand to signal the orderly to take away the tableware.

The manufacturing process of instant noodles is very simple, and it can be completely replicated under the technical conditions of the 40s of the 20th century, and this kind of national food that once made Xu Dafeng want to vomit was a new thing that had never appeared at that time.

To be honest, this thing is indeed as Bock said, not very suitable as a field emergency ration, it is more suitable for soldiers to sit down and enjoy slowly in a relatively stable strategic situation.

This kind of convenient food processing method is more suitable for troops who lack cooking conditions. Its biggest flaw was the need for boiling water for processing, but this was perhaps not a problem in the eyes of soldiers craving hot meals, and German soldiers were never lacking in creativity in this area.

Xu Jun also wanted to promote this food to society, and in times of war when the pace was rapidly accelerating, this convenient and fast food would be very useful, and the imperial head believed that in the near future, the aroma of German instant noodles would waft over the whole of Europe.

The difference between this instant noodle and modern ones is that there is no sauce packet, but all the seasonings and dehydrated ingredients are put in an oily paper bag.

Because the petrochemical technology was not very developed at that time, the industrial production of PET resin for making sauce packets was being studied.

Luckily, the soldiers had canned lard in their rations, so they didn't have to worry about a lack of fat supplements.

In addition to instant noodles, the Wehrmacht's logistics food department is developing a batch of convenient field foods under Xu Jun's instructions. Although Xu Jun is a senior foodie, he also knows the particularity of military rations, so he does not have high requirements for the taste of these things, as long as it does not make the soldiers feel disgusted.

The key is to have enough calories and nutrients to be able to quickly replenish the soldier's consumption in battle, and also to be easy for the soldier to eat, especially if it is not affected by the environment in which he is at the time.

Self-heating with lime and water is the easiest way to do this, but the problem is that it is not yet possible to make lightweight plastic packaging containers. German technicians have come up with a heat-resistant rubberized canvas heating bag, the effect is also satisfactory after use, the disadvantage is that the volume and weight are relatively large, which increases the burden of the soldier's march, and the advantage is that it can heat the hot food that three soldiers need at a time, and it can be used repeatedly after cleaning.

When the generals had finished their meal, the orderlies brought steaming tea and coffee according to their needs, and as usual, there would be half an hour for chatting and smoking. Xu Jun struck a match, lit the cigar on his mouth, and the other officers who were smoking also took out their cigarettes.

"What's the trouble Randolph is in trouble again?" Xu Jun whispered to Weierle, who was sitting next to him.

He found that the SS colonel, who had been staring coldly at his subordinate since the morning, and that the SS lieutenant colonel, who had been flying away, was now trembling like a quail.

"It's not a big deal, Randolph has always been more lively, and sometimes he breaks some rules."

"I know, I want to know what's going on this time?" Xu Jun spat out a ball of smoke.

"Last night there was a brawl in the ballroom of the Dubell Hotel in Berlin, involving both Wehrmacht officers, reportedly caused by bets on the amount of alcohol in the Navy and the Air Force, and Randolph was identified by the gendarmes during their investigation of the initiators."

"Who won?"

"I don't understand what you mean, Führer?" Wehrle asked, tilting his head.

"That bet, who wins." Xu Jun scratched his cheek with his fingers.

"It should have been the navy that won, but because it drank too much, it was beaten badly." Weirle replied with a wry smile.

"Doogen, go ask if there's any update from Taranto." Xu Jun suddenly turned his head and said to Daogen.

"Yes, my Führer." The SS colonel nodded in acknowledgment, and as he went out, he still glared at his subordinates standing by the door, and Randolph couldn't help but shiver again.

"Randolph, you go to the telecommunications room and see if there is any report from General Quchelel." Xu Jun continued to command Randolph.

"Yes! My Führer. Randolph puffed up his chest and saluted, and the SS lieutenant colonel turned and pushed the door open, poking his head out to look left and right for a moment, and then carefully closing the door to the conference room.

"Which direction did Colonel Dougan go just now?" Randolph stood at the door of the conference room, pretending to dust Private Buckle's shoulders and whispered to the guards.

Buckle blinked, then shook his head to the right side of the hallway.

"Very well, private." Randolph patted Balk on the chest hard, then walked with an easy step towards the left side of the hallway, not noticing the strange expression on the face of the private behind him.

I saw the SS lieutenant colonel walk to the top of the corridor without a bumpy, and then he made a ninety-degree turn in a gorgeous posture, and then suddenly a large hand reached out around the corner and grabbed him by the collar, and dragged Randolph into the alley.

The two guards looked at each other, and then heard a wail like that of a small animal coming from the depths of the quiet hallway.

"Colonel Dogan's order—" Buckle shrugged his shoulders and silently lip-synced his comrade.

PS: I'm sorry that there is only one chapter today, I owe you a chapter and find a chance to make up for it later, thank you for your support and understanding. (To be continued.) )