Wehrle is a thoughtful man who always thinks about the surprises he may encounter before making any decisions. But the scene in front of him was clearly the last thing he wanted to see, the Führer had accidentally revealed his identity in public, and at this time he had only six retinues with him, and even worse, one of them was now lying in a pool of his own blood.

Jaeger's injuries are not optimistic, the puncture wound to the lungs should have caused a pneumothorax, it is not known if there are other organs damaged, and what the internal bleeding is, what can be confirmed now is that if the sergeant is lucky enough to survive this time, his life will be completely changed in the future.

During the war, Wehrle saw many wounded in similar conditions, and even if they recovered, they were no longer fit to continue serving in the army, and they were only able to participate in light manual labor for the rest of their lives. The Wehrmacht has a complete set of pension and resettlement programs for officers and soldiers who have been discharged or disabled due to injuries, and they have even customized various types of prostheses for officers and soldiers who have been mutilated in battle, all of which bear the Flying Eagle stamps accepted by the German logistics department.

"Stand back!" Colonel Dogen stepped in front of the Führer, raising his pistol into the air to intimidate the people around him.

"Protect the Führer!" The remaining two guards also pulled out their pistols, and no one cared about whether it would cause panic.

"Everybody's backing away." Tysenhofen pulled out the PPK pistol from the holster under his ribs, and together with several other guards, surrounded Xu Jun in the middle.

In the streets of Berlin in the 40s, the deterrent effect of guns is still quite large, of course, the Gestapo costume of Dougan and his family also played a certain role, at least the order of the scene was temporarily controlled, and people surrounded the Führer and his party with excitement. 、

Wheeler felt compelled to escort the Führer from this place before the situation became out of control, for he found that more and more people were approaching the place from all sides.

"I'm Reinhardt. Feng. Stadler! The Führer of the Greater German Reich! Xu Jun pushed Colonel Daogen away and said loudly to the crowd around him.

The scene of the noisy incident suddenly became quiet with the Fuhrer's sudden speech.

"Hey! Reinhart! I don't know which one suddenly got up, but a second later, the atmosphere exploded like a volcano again.

"Hey! Reinhart! "Victory! Banzai! "Hooray! Banzai! The crowd cheered wildly.

At least half of the crowd were members of the Nazi Party, and the rest were full of identification with the young Führer. These people may never have dreamed that there would be such a close encounter with this apostle one day, and at this moment, coupled with the influence of the surrounding people, the brain fell into an extreme state of excitement, and the German reserve and self-control had long been thrown out of the sky at this time.

"Please be quiet! Please be quiet! Xu Jun stretched out his arms and made a quiet gesture.

"Quiet! Listen to the Führer! ”

"All be quiet!" The citizens standing in front also began to shout loudly to the surrounding area, but the cheers continued to sound for more than ten seconds before gradually subsided.

Weirle secretly estimated that in just one minute, at least a thousand people had gathered around here, and if this number was not controlled, what would eventually become of this number, His Excellency the Chief of Staff did not dare to imagine.

"Very well, how many Nazi members are here, please raise your arms for me to see." Xu Jun asked loudly.

"I am, my Führer."

"And me! My Führer! ”

"I've been on the job since three or five years!"

"All the party members present raised their hands!" In the blink of an eye, a piece of arm was raised.

"Comrades, now there is a seriously wounded man here, who is also our comrade, who was heroically wounded in order to stop the gangsters from committing the crime, and now needs to be immediately sent to the hospital for rescue. I now ask you, in my capacity as the Führer of the Greater German Reich, to keep order in order and to leave a little space for the wounded. The Führer's loud voice echoed above the heads of the crowd.

"Yes, my Führer."

"Get out of the way and give the wounded some space!"

"Stand back! All backwards! ”

"Don't squeeze any further." In response, the crowd began to retreat in all directions, quickly clearing up a large clearing in the middle of the walkway.

The worship of authority by ordinary Germans in this era is unmatched at any time in history, let alone the Reich Führer who gave orders, and the word "request" was used.

When Germans become fanatical, they often can't help but forget what they have been taught, so in previous years, large rallies required a large number of police officers to maintain order. A situation like the present can almost be seen as a miracle that the Führer, by virtue of his personal charisma, easily separated the crowd like a tidal wave.

"My Führer! I'm a surgeon and don't know if I can help. At this time, a well-dressed man squeezed out of the crowd and asked.

"Great, doctor, what's your name?" Xu Jun asked with a smile.

"Herman. Dr. Kuhn, surgeon at the Berlin City Hospital, my Führer. Kuhn nodded politely.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Kuhn, we need your help." Xu Jun welcomed the doctor.

"Are there any doctors here?" At this time, several bold citizens asked loudly.

"I am, please let me go, I'm a military doctor!" The crowd hurriedly made way for another passage, allowing the medic to squeeze to the front.

"Army Major Schulte salutes you, my Führer." The medic major raised his hand in salute, he was wearing a brand new army dress with a doctor's insignia on his epaulettes.

"Very well, Major, you go and see the wounded right away." Xu Jun returned a military salute, and then pointed to Jaeger who was lying on the side.

"Yes, my Führer." The major saluted again, and then hurried towards the wounded.

"My Führer, your car is ready." A guard stepped forward to report. The guard had just been on the second car, but he couldn't catch the accident, and when he realized that something was wrong, he hurriedly rushed over with four submachine guns.

"Don't worry, I won't leave until the wounded are in stable condition." Xu Jun waved his hand and motioned for the guard to flash aside.

"Sergeant Jaeger is in a terrible condition, there is internal bleeding in his chest, I gave him two injections of morphine, and now he needs to be given an immediate blood transfusion, a lot of blood." Soon Dr. Kuhn and Major Schulte finished examining their injuries and came together to report to Xu Jun.

"Is there anything you can do?" Xu Jun asked.

"I had blood transfusions in my medical bag, but the problem was that we didn't have plasma on hand." Dr. Kuhn replied.

"Can fresh blood be transfused directly?" Xu Jun is not very good at medical treatment, but after all, he grew up in the era of the Big Bang of Knowledge.

"This required a blood type test, but I didn't have reagents and a microscope with me." Kuhn replied in embarrassment.

"Sergeant Yaeger is blood type A." Dougan chimed in.

Every German soldier is tested for blood type during a medical examination, which is recorded on his military ID card and military badge. Usually these medical parameters are also recorded on the inside of the military uniform, except that today the sergeant is wearing civilian clothes and is not wearing a uniform.

"There are at least a thousand people here, and there are always some people who know their blood type." Xu Jun made a decision at this moment.

"Listen to me, now the wounded are in urgent need of immediate blood transfusions, and I hope that comrades with blood type A will stand up and donate their own blood to save this brave soldier. As the head of the Empire, I will be the first in line. After Xu Jun finished speaking, he took off his coat and suit, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Let's start with me, doctor, if I'm not mistaken, I'm also blood type A." The Führer smiled brightly, revealing his snow-white arms.

"Wait a minute, my Führer, I'm going to sterilize the needles first." Filled with emotion, Dr. Kuhn opened the medical purse he had brought with him.

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Today is Double 11, in previous years, it was all about shopping until the last moment, I am now overseas, I thought I had escaped this year's chopping robbery, but I didn't expect that there was the legendary "Black Friday" here, the author's wallet is still in danger, wipe sweat.