SS Corporal Schulz had been standing by the door for three full hours, and he was expecting the next brother to take his place sooner, but he knew that if the time had not come, those men would not have appeared, and he would have to remain in this damned place for half an hour.

Schulz turned his head to look at Raffin, who was standing on the other side of the door like him, only to find that the other person was looking at him with the same expression. Seeing that the other party's face was also sad, the two SS soldiers couldn't help but look at each other and smile bitterly.

Schulz squeezed Raffin's eyes and tilted his head at the door, meaning what he thought was going inside. Raffin looked to the left and right ends of the aisle, then shrugged his shoulders at Schulz, meaning he didn't know either.

Just then, there was a roar and scolding sound that was already familiar to them in the room next to them, and then they heard a loud sound like something was being shattered.

Judging by the two SS guards, this time it should have been the vase on the left side of the room, because the one on the right had been killed just two hours earlier, and it was the two of them who had gone to collect the body for it. Both soldiers now mourn for the pair of expensive and beautiful ornaments, hoping that they will be reunited in the paradise of porcelain.

Schulz knew that the door could open at any moment from now on, he puffed up his chest, the expression on his face became harder and more serious than a rock, he clenched the mp38 hanging on his chest and stared ahead, he stood by the door as motionless as a statue.

"As expected, I knew that this would happen." Schulz thought to himself.

Their commando unit had been formed just two months earlier, and they were essentially closer to ordinary SS than the regular Waffen-SS. The soldiers and officers in this team were selected from the ranks of the Nazi Party in Berlin, and many of them had not even fired a gun before joining the ranks, let alone fighting. But they were the most staunch Nazi members, and they were the most trusted and intelligent of the stalwart members in Berlin.

This team was formed for one reason, their Führer wanted better protection, and he was going to augment his Führer's elite flag guard with his most loyal Nazi members, who would take the place of the former Army Guards to take on the Führer's close guards.

When they heard the news that they were going to become the close guards of the Great Führer, these people were really excited for a while. They expressed their joy in every way they knew, and some even went so far as to invite their friends and relatives to celebrate the occasion with their years of cherished wine and savings, but no one else knew it, at least Schultz did.

They were then sent to the most rigorous SS training camp, where they learned the use and combat techniques of the most advanced German armaments, including various defensive tactics and formations, as well as various military machinery. The training camp even gave them several etiquette classes so that they would not behave rudely on various occasions to damage the image of the Führer. It turned out to be the only lesson that the Nazis were unhappy with, and they considered it an insult to them, because they were naturally noble and polite citizens of Berlin, not hillbillies from the Bavarian countryside who didn't even know how to use cutlery. After two months of rigorous training, the Nazis were able to master most of the techniques, but only to the point, not to mention proficiency. The training turned these Nazi members, who were once just ordinary citizens or civil servants, into fighters, but now they are only paramilitaries, not real soldiers. They just have the temperament of the German ** team from the outside, and they are still far from the bottom of the bones, but their instructors all think that if they continue to train for a long time, they will definitely become a group of excellent soldiers and officers.

However, their training could not continue, and a sudden transfer order disrupted all this, so the instructors had to send the commando team away with regret. The commanders of the unit joked to their instructors that they would ask to come back to complete their training sessions when the mission was completed. None of the instructors could have imagined at that time that they would never be able to train this unit again. To be exact, they were the last people to see the force in Germany.

As soon as the fully equipped paramilitary unit left the training camp, they were put on a military train bound for the French border, and perhaps for secrecy or some other reason, they were not placed in the bright and clean carriages, but were stuffed into the stuffy, humid wagons. Then, after several days of rickety journeys day and night, the train finally stopped before the last soldier was stunned. But before they could breathe a breath of clean and fresh air, everyone was stuffed into a dozen or so disguised military trucks and bounced towards the French territory. But no one in this unit dared to complain about it, because they all knew the officer who was leading the group that picked them up at the station. To be honest, there was not a single German at that time who did not know the dignity of SS Major General Heydrich, head of the German Imperial Security Service, especially his trademark hooked nose and his striking eyes. After two nightmarish days of marching, the exhausted SS finally came to an end on their journey of suffering, and they stopped in a small French town.

What happened next made the SS members, who were already foaming at the mouth, feel that their hard work along the way was worth it, and they met the man they had always dreamed of, the man who was almost like a god in their minds, the German Führer Adolf. Hitler.

The presence of the Führer made the exhausted SS feel like a shot in the arm, and they felt that their strength had returned to them, and all of them stood up straight, trying to show their strength to their master. Although on the way they had guessed the content of this mission, they felt that it might have something to do with the Führer, and they were mentally prepared to meet the great man. But when Hitler did appear in front of them, they still couldn't control their emotions, more than half of the soldiers felt suffocated from being too excited, and a dozen even shed tears of joy.

But I didn't expect that it was precisely because of this that they made a very good impression on Hitler. It's been a long time since I've seen a German soldier cry at the sight of him, maybe not that long, but it's been long enough for Hitler. The performance of these soldiers satisfied Hitler's vanity, he was glad that he once again had troops loyal to him, he was glad that he continued to be adored by them, and he even felt that his self-confidence, which had been almost destroyed by Reinhardt, had begun to slowly recover, which was an incomparable gift to him after a succession of blows of lateness.

Hitler unreservedly expressed to the SS the joy he felt at their arrival. The Führer's life lieutenant saw Hitler's sincere smile for the first time after Reinhardt's showdown with Hitler. Hitler spoke cordially to the SS members, asking them one by one for their names and places of origin, and he even made some very unnutritious jokes with them.

Finally, Hitler addressed all the soldiers and officers, and at first he spoke with enthusiasm, calling them the true heroes of the Germanic people, the knights who defended Germany, the real iron men, and so on. He was grateful to the soldiers for their loyalty to him and their willingness to protect him from the conspirators and traitors.

But after a while the situation began to deteriorate, and his tone suddenly changed, and became gloomy and frenzied, and he began to attack the conspirators who wanted to kill him, and he cursed the betrayers in the most vicious language, and although he did not name those by name, his words made all those present feel that the conspirators were powerful, very powerful, so powerful that the greatest German senator began to speak incoherently out of fear.

The next performance of the Führer stunned those present. Hitler's tone changed again, and he began to try to satirize his opponent with some harsh words. He used what he thought was humorous to ridicule those who opposed him or were going to oppose him, but he forgot the important point that he had no sense of humor at all, and that his self-righteous humorous words did not make people happy at all, but made the SS members who admired him feel that he was even more abnormal and incomprehensible. What was even more troubling for the SS members was that the spirited Führer apparently did not notice it at all, and whenever he had finished a remark which he thought was humorous, he would stop and smile and look at the SS with expectant eyes. The SS members managed to retain their reflexes, and in order to meet the Führer's expectations, they began to laugh and applaud vigorously, though often a beat or two slower. Hitler forgave the soldiers for their sluggishness, believing that it was because his words were too advanced for the rude soldiers to understand quickly, and he was even more satisfied with their performance.

The SS paid a terrible price for this shameful flattery, and they endured an additional two hours of mental assault on the great Führer whom they worshipped, and the terrible fatigue bombardment made the soldiers feel hellish torment. Now that they no longer worship the Führer as they had two hours ago, the glorious image of Hitler has vanished from their minds, and the golden statue of the god has collapsed in their hearts in two hours. Now all they saw was a fanatic maniac, and although they did not know why this great leader had become like this, they had clearly sensed that this man was no longer the Führer they were familiar with.

Hitler gushed about his struggles and his racial theories to the soldiers, and his words were so familiar to them that some of them could even memorize them in large quantities. And now Hitler was not only enthusiastically speaking these uninnovative words to them, but his fanatical demeanor had gone beyond the normal realm, and he was completely immersed in it. Hitler's face was full of fanaticism, his eyes were unfocused looking into the distance, and his expression was no longer full of sacrosanct self-confidence in the eyes of those soldiers, but a kind of blindness and self-satisfaction like that of an anesthetic addict when he entered a state of anesthesia, and when he talked about the things that made him angry, he would become distorted and terrifying, and even hideous.

This man is no longer the quick-witted, talented, great and wise, strong and brave Führer with whom he is familiar, and it is no longer possible for this man in front of him to lead Germany to a glorious victory, this is the common impression that those SS members have obtained after their speeches that day, but no one dares to say this idea in their heads, because they know that their colleagues are the most staunch members of the Nazi Party, and if they reveal the slightest feeling, they will bring disaster to themselves. They all thought they were the special ones in this group, and no one thought that they had inadvertently reached a consensus.

Hitler's speech was finally reminded by the adjutants who stood on the sidelines, who could not stand it, and this force only then knew their mission, that they would replace the Führer's elite flag guards, and that they would take on the responsibility of defending the Führer in their place, and that now they would not just accept the Führer's close guards, they would take on all the tasks of defending.

The original Jingwei Banner Team was transferred back to the "Mountain Cliff Castle", saying that it was to protect the security of the important Supreme Command, but in fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were actually assigned in disguise because they lost the trust of the Führer, and now the Supreme Command has existed in name only, and a command without any high-ranking officers has anything to protect.

Those SS members did not understand this at the time, they did not know anything about what was happening at the top during this period. However, the series of events that happened around them finally gave them a vague clue, and when they understood all this, they all began to envy the elite flag team that could stay out of the way.

Hitler, having changed his guards, began to continue his march towards the French front. Since the Führer ordered that the German Army units should not be aware of their position, the convoy chose the most remote and inhospitable road to move forward, and as a result, the convoy moved at a speed that almost restored the confidence of the turtles, and for three whole days they were still circling in a coordinate box on the map.

Hitler's performance in these days once again stunned the loyal guardsmen, and he dealt a series of heavy blows to the Nazi party members who had once admired him with his words and deeds. Although the convoy was silent, he was able to receive telegrams from all over the world, although the convoy was strictly silent by the Führer. As a result, whenever the Führer's military lieutenants and staff officers walked into the Führer's command car or room with telegrams or reports, it was bound to be a frightening event for everyone*. The soldiers never imagined that the great man they had so admired could be such a rude tyrant, with the vicious curses and mad reprimands that could hardly be heard even by the lowest bars in Berlin. Hitler used all his words to insult the character of his loyal subordinates, who he frantically vented his frustration with the status quo.

Indeed, he was extremely dissatisfied with the status quo, and received no information or news that pleased him, and he was now beginning to regret that he had left Germany and had run to the French front. The generals of the German Army had openly betrayed themselves, and because of their indecision, they had lost the opportunity to completely suppress them. Now that the generals have returned to their armies, there is nothing they can do to get them out of their armies. He sometimes really didn't understand why he was still heading for the French front, and he knew that it would be a risk to even get close to those troops, given the forces he now had and the indications of the intelligence.

But he still had a hope of regaining the support of the Army, and that hope was based on the admiration and loyalty he still had among the Army's rank-and-file soldiers and junior officers. He wanted to rely on these soldiers and officers to launch another revolution in the army, he wanted those soldiers to help him overthrow the damn German Officers, he could take this opportunity to completely wipe out the German Officers from German history, from the very beginning he felt that the German Officers Corps was a big trouble for him, and he never believed in the loyalty of the members of the German Officers' Corps. He never believed that the Junker aristocrats would do their best to a poor Austrian boy, not in the past, not now, and never in the future.

If his plan succeeds, he will forever destroy the most stubborn and powerful hostile power, he will be the supreme commander of the German armed forces, and Germany, Europe, and the whole world will tremble under his feet.

But it was all based on a hypothesis, and while the performance of the SS men had made him more confident in it, if that man had ever existed, the plan would have remained a hypothetical forever. That talent is the crux of the matter, his influence in the German army is far above his own, and if he doesn't get rid of that person, he may never be able to overthrow their commander with those army soldiers.

Hitler gritted his teeth and cursed the man he once trusted the most, and he selflessly put the army in the hands of that man, at least he thought he was selfless, but in exchange for this shameless betrayal.

Hitler vowed to use that man's blood to wash away the shame he had inflicted on him. That man has now pushed himself, the greatest leader in German history, a hero chosen by God to save Germany, the greatest superman himself, to such a point.

That damned apostle of God, Reinhardt. Feng. Stadt, the most shameless and despicable traitor in German history.

I don't want to explain the reason why I didn't write a new chapter yesterday, I can't get on the Internet, I'm in a bad mood, that's it.

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