"What seven years?" Xu Jun asked curiously.

"I was in Kiel for a while, seven years ago, and I haven't been back there since." Weirle said with some emotion.

"Do you have any friends there?" Xu Jun took a sip of green tea.

"There used to be a few friends, but now they're gone, it's all in the past, my Führer." Wehrle picked up his teacup and blew on the hot air.

"That's true, a lot has changed, Werle."

"I'm glad you understand, my Führer."

Nodding at Weierle, Xu Jun turned his face to look out of the porthole. The escort squadron is conducting a diagonal crossing flight, with three squads alternating in a figure-of-eight dance above and below the plane, tasked with intercepting any aircraft that approaches without permission, and those who ignore warnings will be mercilessly attacked.

The twelve BF109s are all newly modified long-range models, with auxiliary fuel tanks and new aviation guns. For the huge 109 fleet of the Luftwaffe, Xu Jun is thinking about which improved model should be more appropriate, and he also has a plan to meet with Mercedesschmidt in person when he returns to China this time, and is preparing for the other party to conduct a professional discussion on this matter.

For this kind of aircraft, the biggest problem is that the main structural framework has basically been finalized, and the potential for benign improvement is really not large. Xu Jun struggled with whether to continue to develop a follow-up version, or simply restart the stove and completely change it.

"My Führer, I personally think that at least ten more divisions need to be added to the original thirty divisions, which is already the minimum, otherwise it will be difficult for us to guarantee actual control over the British." Weierle's words pulled Xu Jun's thoughts back into the cabin from the window, and Xu Jun blinked and motioned for the other party to repeat it again.

"This is a telegram from the blogger general that has just been forwarded by the High Command, and before I give you a look, I would like to congratulate you again, my Führer. At the moment the development of the British front has exceeded the best deductions of the High Command, and you have created a miracle in military history. The question now is how to keep the miracle to the end. Werler handed a telegram to Xu Jun.

"The High Command has already come to a conclusion, so why do you need me to approve it again. I trust Bock's judgment and ability, not to mention that there are still Rundstedd and Manstein on the front line. Oh? Last night they broke through the first line of defense of the British? When did the British build a defensive line. Xu Jun stretched out his hand to the side, and Tysenhofen, who was sitting in the seat on the other side of the cabin, immediately took out a cigar from the cigar box on the small table in front of him and handed it over.

"The Poles still have ...... Dutch? Xu Jun took the cigar and put it on his mouth.

"Isn't Wilhelmina already captured? In what name are these Dutch resisting? Xu Jun muttered suspiciously.

"This seems to be exploited, and my Führer, the Dutch still have a great deal of resistance to Germany." Weierle picked up the lighter and handed it to Xu Jun.

"It's a nice gift from the Dutch, we need the captives, and Ribbentrop should be able to do something about it. Ignore the thoughts of ordinary Dutchmen, some of whom are our potential supporters, and their politicians should know what to do right. Aside from its geographical advantages, the Netherlands was nothing for Europe, and the country either surrendered or died out altogether. I am not prepared to squander mercy on this country, and if they see my patience as weakness, I will let them know how wrong they have been. Xu Jun lit his cigar and threw the lighter on the table.

"For us, their overseas colonies are more useful than their home country, and we need some Shell technology. I already have clear instructions in this regard, and Faben promised to send an expert to take stock, but why has he not received his feedback report for so long. Xu Jun asked Weierle with a frown.

"My Führer, you should leave this job to Himmler. He will give you an answer within 24 hours. Weirle replied with a smile.

"He's going to make a mess of things, and he's better suited for more rugged work, like cleaning up illegal organizations in the country and hanging spies and traitors from lampposts." Xu Jun spat out a ball of smoke. He reached out and placed the cigar on the ashtray.

"Haven't you already restricted their law enforcement powers?" Weirle asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I admit that I underestimated the power of a potential enemy in the country, and in the current situation, we need some people to use some less legal means to accomplish problems that the law cannot solve. Himmler and his men are the best candidates at the moment. As long as he continues to maintain his loyalty, I can tolerate him snatching some power that is not his.

Wehrle, we are engaged in a war like never before, we must use any means to defend our country, our people, and the gains that have been paid for by the sacrifices of countless people, I cannot let victory slip out of our hands again, we have no way back, we can only move forward, or win or perish, there can be no third outcome. But I firmly believe that our future generations will be proud of the great work we have undertaken. Xu Jun put down the document in his hand.

"Give me the pen." Xu Jun stretched out his hand to Tysenhofen, who hurriedly took out the Führer's special fountain pen from the document bag next to the chair and presented it.

"Order Bock to immediately transfer the captured British foreign soldiers to the High Command for interrogation by the Eye of Odin overnight, and I want to know all the details. Also, give Bock what he wants, whether it's soldiers or equipment, give him the highest priority. Marshal Brauchitsch is free to deal with the matter on his own, and there is no need to ask my opinion again. Xu Jun wrote a note on the telegram, and then handed the telegram to Tysenhofen along with the pen.

"Send the call back immediately, and refill me with a pot of water, thank you."

"Yes, my Führer." Tysenhofen respectfully accepted the telegram, then picked up the teapot on the table and walked to the cubicle.

"I think you're a little impatient, my Führer, the SS is as destructive as they are capable of, Himmler's ambitions are obvious to all, and I'm afraid he'll get carried away by power."

"Don't worry, Weierle, he does be a bit aggressive at times, but his ambition is not as big as you think, he is actually a very timid man, and no one in the world knows him better than me." Xu Jun felt as if he should change the subject, he took a sip of tea and picked up the document bag from the table.

"Let me see what Kesselring has gotten to it?" Xu Jun opened the file bag and found a dark red carved wooden box inside.

"Oh, it's this kind of thing, Kesselring really has a heart." Xu Jun opened the wooden box and found a delicate jade carving inside, which should be a cultural relic from China in terms of ornamentation and shape.

"It's like an ornament." Weirle tilted his head to watch.

"No, it's a seal." Xu Jun looked at the beautifully carved seal button, identified it for a long time, and determined that it was a cloud dragon.

"This is a high-ranking seal, and the previous owner may have been a prince or even an emperor." Xu Jun flipped over the seal and looked at the seal.

"Self-...... Continual self-improvement. It's funny, Weierle, it's an ancient Chinese saying that means perseverance and strength of oneself. It's exactly how we are now, and this seal means a lot to me. Well, I'd like to know where the seal came from, and I'll have Kesselring write a detailed report on the process of getting it. Velle, after landing, sent a telegram to Kesselring in my name, saying that I was very pleased with his gift, and at the same time expressing my sincere gratitude to him. Xu Jun carefully put the seal back into the wooden box, and then put it in the briefcase and re-fastened the lock.

"Yes, my Führer, I think General Kesselring will be equally pleased that you will like this gift." Weirle replied respectfully.

At this time, Xu Jun felt that the body of the plane began to tilt forward, and the pilot was descending to the flight altitude.

"It looks like we're almost there, thank God the weather in Kiel is great, and I'm really worried about heavy rain here like Calais." Xu Jun said to Weierle with a smile, in addition to preparing to complete the inspection activities promised to Raeder a long time ago, in fact, there is no suspicion of hiding from the rain, everyone knows that His Excellency the Führer hates rain, and he thinks that kind of weather makes people feel depressed.

"The windows in the rear compartment should be better seen, we are blocked by the wings here." Wierle leaned against the porthole to look down at the plane, but unfortunately he could only see a small section of the ground from this position, most of which was obscured by the wings of the FW200, and he could faintly make out the green fields and some villages and streets on the ground.

"The captain has reported that we have reached our destination and is expected to land in ten minutes, he has made contact with Kiel's ground control center, and Marshal Raeder and his subordinates are already waiting for you at the airport." Tysenhofen stepped out of the front cabin, and he put the teapot in front of Xu Jun.

"Sit down, Tysenhoven, you've never been to Kiel yet."

"Yes, my Führer, this is my first time in the city, and I have made a tourist brochure with a detailed description." Tysenhofen walked over to his seat and sat down, and he respectfully answered Xu Jun's question.

"You probably don't have much time to visit the city this time, we have a busy schedule. After a while, I'll give you a long vacation, and so will I, and we all need to take a good rest. What do you think, Weirle? Xu Jun picked up the teapot and refilled the cup with hot tea.

"Everything is according to your will, my Führer. As you said, you do need to take a vacation, after our conquest of Britain. ”

"Yes Weirle, after our conquest of England." Xu Jun picked up the teacup and raised his glass to his chief of staff. (To be continued......)