Sergeant Smyscher realized that his previous fears were justified, and as soon as the parade began, the large captain standing in front of him completely blocked his view.

And no matter how hard the poor Sergeant Smyschel tried, he could not move even half a centimeter of the strong, somewhat excessive body in front of him.

"Long live the Führer! Banzai! Long live Germany!"

The big guy was not so much shouting slogans as he was roaring madly.

That's not all, the huge creature was making that terrifying sound while constantly waving his strong arm thicker than Smyscher's calf, so that the thick and hard elbow kept moving back and forth in front of Sergeant Smerschel, who was unfortunately standing behind him, and if it weren't for the shrewd chauffeur who always maintained the necessary vigilance, it might have caused a tragic bloodshed.

As the ceremony progressed, Sergeant Smyscher's feelings grew worse and worse, and the hoarse shouts of the fanatical officers around him continued to hurt his sensitive hearing system. What's even more terrifying is that the poor driver's fragile eardrum is being hit incessantly while his respiratory system is being similarly compressed.

Smyscher was not too short among ordinary Germans, and could be considered to be above average, although this was limited to ordinary Germans.

And now, the officers around him were no ordinary Germans, and each of these officers who had been selected to stand here had an enviable tall physique, and Smyscher was only a small man among them.

The sudden rise in the body temperature of these agitated officers due to the high amount of adrenaline, coupled with the scorching French summer sun and the hard pushing of the crowd, Smyscher, who was below average sea level, began to feel that breathing began to become more and more difficult.

"Captain! Captain! ”

Smyscher felt that if he did not get out of the current situation immediately, he would not be in a good situation, and he immediately launched a rescue operation to save himself.

"What's the matter!"

The hunk captain finally came to his senses from his abnormal state after being slapped on the shoulder dozens of times in a row, and he looked back with a stomach full of displeasure for the guy who dared to disturb him to pay homage to his idol, only to be greeted by a pale, sweaty, distorted face.

"You, are you feeling unwell? …… Staff sergeant. ”

The big man was startled by Smasher's appearance, and he quickly turned around to support the sergeant, who now looked like he was going to hang up at any moment.

"Ah, what's going on?"

"How so, are you holding on?"

The surrounding officers also noticed the situation here, and they all started to ask about it.

"Spread out, let's take him aside, and find the military doctor."

The big captain shouted.

"No, no, Captain. I'm just having a little bit of trouble breathing. ”

Smyscher replied weakly, pushing away the big man's hand that was clutching his arm.

"Captain, can you switch places with me, you're taller than me, and I won't block your view."

"Are you really holding on? Staff sergeant? The lieutenant asked, frowning.

"Yes, I'm going to see the Führer anyway, I'm just a little hypoxic, if I get to the front row."

Smyscher felt much better now, because the officers around him had given up a little bit of space.

"Alright, Sergeant, you stand in front, and if you're not feeling well, tell me."

The big man immediately agreed to Smyscher's request after thinking for a while, he didn't want to miss the opportunity to see the Führer for this unexpected reason, he understood Smyscher's mood very well, after all, this kind of opportunity is very rare, and besides, this sergeant is only up to his chest, it shouldn't affect himself.

Smysher was pulled to the front by the big man, breathing in the fresh air, Smysher now had a feeling of being reincarnated, he looked back at the captain gratefully and smiled and nodded in thanks, and the tall captain just smiled and patted him on the shoulder and continued his work to make noise, and the arm waved louder and louder than before, because Xu Jun and his men had appeared in his field of vision.

"What a kind officer."

Smyschel took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling much better, he calmed down, and then began to look around curiously.

He didn't see Xu Jun's team, an armed gendarme two meters away just blocked his view, but he didn't care about this now, anyway, the head of state would definitely pass in front of him, and he was not in a hurry to get this point and a half.

Looking at the enthusiastic crowd of welcomes around him, Smyscher, who had just recovered, could not help but be infected by the warm atmosphere, and he began to shout slogans and wave his not very strong arms with the officers.

In a line directly opposite Smyscher, several officers were raising their arms in a salute, much to Smyscher's curiosity.

In 1940, the German Army was generally conservative, and few officers would perform this kind of German National Socialist salute in public, and even the most determined Nazi party members in the army generally only performed the standard military salute.

Smyscher remembered that His Excellency the Führer was not only a field marshal of the army, but also the leader of the National Socialist Workers' Party of Germany, and perhaps these officers wanted to express their loyalty in this way.

However, in the middle of the waving arms, a row of arms suddenly appeared standing still and raised high, this scene was a little strange no matter how you looked at it, Smysher couldn't help but look at the opposite side curiously, but what he never expected was that he saw a face in the crowd opposite that made him remember.

"That damn guy turned out to be here!"

After being reprimanded by the stern and ruthless lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie, Smyscher's mood was extremely depressed. It was all the damn gendarmerie lieutenant who couldn't think of where he had offended this guy to frame himself like this.

But when he looked back and thought about it, he lost his temper again, and Smyschel felt as if he had too much to do, and it could be said that everything was brought on by himself. Besides, the other party is an officer, unless the general is asked to negotiate, he will lose everywhere he goes, and he thinks that he has not been able to ask the general to come forward with such a big face, so he can only admit that he is unlucky.

But now, when Smyscher found the second lieutenant of the gendarmerie standing like nothing in the crowd opposite, only five meters away, his extinguished anger suddenly flipped up again.

If it weren't for the circumstances he was in, Smysher would have wanted to rush straight to the other side and find that damn liar to reason with him.

Smyschel stared viciously at the gendarmerie lieutenant, and he suddenly sensed that something was wrong. By the way, the badge, the gendarmerie lieutenant took off the gendarmerie badge, and he also changed into a soft-capped combat cap.

"Could it be that he was also pulled in by that idiot director to make up the numbers? No way, even if there is a shortage of people, these gendarmes in charge of security will not be transferred, there must be something wrong with it. ”

The shrewd driver began to pay attention to the culprit on the other side who had caused him so much trouble.

The second lieutenant of the gendarme, who did not seem to notice the driver who was staring at him, seemed to be preoccupied with an armed gendarme standing in front of him. Although the officers around him were fanatical, he just stood there silently, barely taking his eyes off the gendarme.

Seeing this scene, Smyschel was even more convinced that there must be something wrong with this gendarmerie ensign. For some reason, the rumors of British spies that he had heard from his colleagues popped up in Smyscher's mind.

Could it be that the man in front of him was a spy sent by the British? Smyschel felt a chill all over his body, and his breathing began to become difficult again. It must have been, it was a spy in disguise, and Smyscher quickly gathered his thoughts, and came to the thrilling conclusion that he had discovered a British spy.

It must be so, otherwise that guy wouldn't have mistaken his car number, he must have been collecting information about the generals' cars, and this guy took off the gendarme's badge and blended into the welcoming crowd in order not to reveal his identity, there is no better place to hide himself than the chaotic crowd, which is really cunning enough.

Sadly, however, he met himself, the shrewd Sergeant Smyscher. It is exciting to think that a British spy fell into the hands of his little driver, and perhaps the Führer would personally award himself a medal for this matter, and he could become a hero himself. Smyscher couldn't help but start to get a little confused.

But...... What if he misjudges, what if that guy just sneaks down from his post and wants to see the Führer with his own eyes, if he offends the group of chain dogs for this, his fate will be very, very miserable, and even the general may not be able to save himself at that time.

As the shrewd Sergeant Smyschel struggled between the shining medals and the humble hard labor camp, the crowd around him suddenly erupted in a loud cheer, startling Smyscher, who was making a difficult choice.

"Long live the Führer, long live the Führer!"

The frenzied mood of the officers around him suddenly reached its peak, and Xu Jun and his generals were slowly walking towards Smyscher.

"Your Excellency...... No, it won't......"

A terrifying thought popped into Smasher's head, could it be...... He quickly turned his gaze to the second lieutenant of the gendarmerie.

Everyone was cheering enthusiastically, but the second lieutenant still stood there coldly, his eyes still fixed on the armed gendarme who stood with his back to him facing the passageway, and Smyschel saw a chilling look in the second lieutenant's eyes, a cold look of disregard for everything.

Although he was not the object of the other party's gaze, Smysher still felt that his heart had been frozen by that cold gaze, and even his body suddenly became stiff.

"Assassin...... That guy is an assassin! Smyscher had this creepy word in his mind. The look in the eyes of the second lieutenant of the gendarmerie made him sure of his thoughts, it was not the look that should have appeared here, it was the look of a soldier looking at the enemy.

"Assassin...... Assassin ......"

Smyscher was utterly frightened by his discovery, and now he felt his body tremble like autumn leaves, and he wanted to shout out loud to him, but he found that his throat seemed to be choked by something, and no matter how hard he tried, the sound he could make was only comparable to that of a newborn kitten.

The crowd was still cheering, and all eyes were focused on His Excellency the Führer, who was slowly approaching. Smyschel stood in the crowd in a daze, he knew that he had to report immediately, but his body seemed to be out of control, he couldn't even utter a word, he could only watch the assassin slowly reach into his arms.

"He, he's going to pull out a gun, there must be a pistol there."

Smyscher looked horrified at the hand that was slowly withdrawn from his arms, and it was at this moment that Smyscher's eyes met the Assassin's face for the first time.

Seeing Smyschel standing opposite, the second lieutenant of the gendarme was stunned for a moment, and the coldness in his eyes turned into confusion and then into surprise.

"Assassin...... Despicable British Assassin. ”

The moment he saw the other's surprised eyes, Smysher felt something crack in a corner of his body, and felt a tingling sensation like an electric shock all over his body, and then he found that the strength was back in his body.

"Catch him!"

Smyscher sharply stretched out his arm and pointed at the second lieutenant of the gendarmerie opposite, he never imagined that he could make such a loud voice.

"Catch him, that man is an assassin!" German Sergeant Smyscher roared.

Time stood still, and as ridiculous as it sounded, Smysher did feel that everything around him had stood still after he had uttered that sentence. Everyone kept the same movements as they had in the last second, staring blankly at themselves, and at that moment, the noisy crowd around them suddenly became silent as if they had been spelled, while the welcome team in the distance was still bursting into cheers, and under the background sound, the atmosphere of the scene became even more strange and abrupt.

"Assassin, catch that gendarmerie lieutenant, he's an assassin!"

Smyschel shouted eagerly again. The eyes of the crowd around him began to follow the direction of his finger.

"Assassin, assassin, that gendarmerie lieutenant, he wants to attack the Yuan ......"

Smyscher's screaming stopped abruptly, and he found that the second lieutenant of the gendarme's hand had come out of his bosom, but instead of the pistol he had expected, it was a silver cigarette case.

Could it be that I made a mistake, it's over, it's all over...... Smyscher's heart suddenly cooled, and he noticed that the second lieutenant looked at him with a look of shock and confusion.

It was at this time that Smyscher noticed that everything around him was starting to move again.

The first to move was the gendarmerie lieutenant, who, after the initial shock had passed, seemed to wake up suddenly, and looked at Smyscher with the same cold light he had seen before.

The second lieutenant threw the cigarette case in his hand violently, and then quickly reached back into his arms, this time appearing in Smyscher's eyes with a PPK pistol with a royal blue metallic sheen.

It had been less than a second before the second lieutenant of the gendarmerie had completed the whole maneuver, and Smyschel had only time to swallow a mouthful of saliva, while the second lieutenant of the gendarmerie was already armed with a gun. That fluid movement would keep the mouth shut of even the most discerning shooting instructor, and this gendarmerie second lieutenant had apparently been trained very rigorously.

"Catch him!"

"Stop that guy!"

"Protect the Führer!"

"Be careful, he's got a gun!"

The surrounding officers also saw the pistol in the hand of the second lieutenant of the military police at this time, and they had already surrendered all their weapons before attending the welcome party, it seemed that the sergeant's advice was true, that person was indeed an assassin, which could not help but make the surrounding officers cry out in panic.

At the same time the second lieutenant of the gendarme had raised his pistol, and his first aim was not at the Reich Führer, who was less than a meter away from him, but at an armed gendarme standing in front of him.

The officers who saw this scene couldn't help but feel a burst of anger, this guy was so bold and arrogant, did he think that the officers present were all blind. But now that the Führer was within range of the Assassins, there was no time to think about these inconsequential issues.

Several officers standing beside the second lieutenant of the gendarmerie immediately pounced after the initial shock, and four or five strong men fiercely held the second lieutenant in their arms, and two of them tightly held the second lieutenant's hand holding the gun, and desperately pointed the pistol into the air.

"Let it go......"

The second lieutenant struggled desperately, but he was completely incapacitated by four or five strong officers.

And at the same time that this second lieutenant of the gendarmerie was subdued by the officers, an unbelievable situation occurred.

When Smyscher first sent out the message, everyone on the scene was stunned, and even the armed gendarmes were just stunned in place, and it was not until Smyscher issued the second message that the armed gendarmes standing tall at the front of the line reacted.

After all, these gendarmes are not full-time Führer Guards, and it is okay to manage military discipline in normal times, but in the event of such an emergency, it is really a bit difficult for them to make a correct judgment immediately.

By the time the armed gendarme closest to the second lieutenant came to his senses and turned to face the second lieutenant, the muzzle of the gun's gun was almost on his forehead.

But before the armed gendarme could understand what was going on, the second lieutenant had been quickly subdued by the four or five officers around him. But no one expected that just when everyone thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, the armed gendarme, who had almost been shot in the head a few seconds earlier, suddenly made a move that surprised everyone.

I saw that the gendarme pulled the bolt of the MP38 gun on his chest sharply, and suddenly turned around and rushed in the direction of the Führer and his party. At the same time, an armed gendarme standing opposite him, in front of Smyscher, also raised his submachine gun and charged towards the German Führer, who was ten meters away.

"Stop them!" It happened so suddenly that even the quickest officer had time to let out an exclamation.

Immediately after, the poignant gunfire suddenly rang out.

Xu Jun and his entourage stopped when Smasher's hoarse voice sounded, and the generals were all confused by this sudden incident, several generals who reacted faster began to hurriedly pull out their guns from their holsters, and a few who reacted a little slower were still looking around in a daze to figure out what was going on.

Dogan reacted quickly the moment the shout rang out, he jerked out his Mauser pistol from his holster, and then quickly blocked in front of Xu Jun.

Feng. Brauchitsch was not slow to react, he drew his Luger pistol, and then deftly picked up his pistol and looked in the direction where the shout had come from.

The adjutants of the generals were generally not bad, they drew their guns and guarded them around and tried their best to block their respective commanders with their bodies.

However, the civilian officials were not as bold as the officers, and the most unbearable of them had already sneaked to the side of the crowd, ready to drill into the group of officers as soon as the situation was not good.

Just when Xu Jun was jumping around him, the second lieutenant of the military police over there had been pressed to the ground by four or five big men. But before the generals could understand what had happened, the two armed gendarmes had already rushed towards Xu Jun with MP38.

"Be careful!" Feng who found out that the situation was not good. Brauchitsch shouted loudly, and he grabbed Xu Jun's arm and stepped back.

Things turned too suddenly, and although there were officers standing on both sides of the passage, they were all as confused by this sudden scene as the generals, and no one knew what to do at that time, and no one thought to intercept the two obviously malicious gendarmes, and everyone watched in amazement as the two fierce gendarmes ran towards the Führer with their submachine guns in their hands.

Just when the officers finally reacted and tried to stop the tragedy, the poignant gunfire rang out. The two armed gendarmes began to shoot at the upright head of state and the stunned generals around him at a distance of less than five meters from Xu Jun.

"Führer! Lie down! ”

Yodel was already on his stomach before the two menacing gendarmes began to strafe, and His Excellency the shrewd Chief of the General Staff had a very keen instinct for danger.

As the gunshots rang out like fried beans, everyone present, including the officers around them, quickly scattered and lay down to dodge, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.

"It's over" this is Feng. Brauchitsch was pushed to the ground by Xu Jun, the only thought in his mind.

"Germany, it's over!"

Feng. Brauchitsch raised his head and looked at Xu Jun's broad back, who was still standing tall in the face of the two gendarmes who were constantly spitting flames, and couldn't help but feel like hugging his head and crying.

"Germany, it's over!"

This was the common sentiment of many of the generals present at the time, and they could not believe that this could be true, and that no country could afford to suffer the blow of Germany's greatest victory after losing two of its greatest leaders in succession.

The officers lying on all sides stared blankly at the scene before them, the head of the Reich, the German god of war, and his lieutenant standing proudly in front of two flame-spitting submachine guns, surrounded by lying and kneeling generals, a scene more powerful and passionate than all the legends they had ever heard.

A true knight is a leader who proudly faces death and his faithful lieutenants, who always maintain their dignity even at the expense of their enemies, and who are unwilling to do anything dishonorable in front of their enemies.

The officers let out a roar of grief and indignation, and many closed their eyes and prayed for their brave leader to ascend to heaven.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, and when the smoke cleared, the people at the scene could not help but burst into exclamations, people could hardly believe their eyes, after being fired at close range by two submachine guns, the figure of the Führer and his lieutenant was still standing there, and what made them even more incredulous was that they were not shot into a honeycomb as they had imagined, and there was not even a single bloody wound on the two of them.

Next, the officers saw something even more surprising to them, and the Führer shook his head slightly at the two Assassins, who were also clearly frightened, and the officers let out a low exclamation of disbelief again.

In fact, compared to those officers, the shock felt in the hearts of the two assassins was even stronger, they thought that they might have gone crazy, otherwise how could there be such a terrifying hallucination.

They know the power of the MP38 submachine gun very well, and they are also very confident in their marksmanship, not to mention that at such a close distance, so many bullets were fired, but when the muzzle smoke cleared, their target was still standing there, and the uniform was still straight. His own attack didn't even get a little dust on his uniform, and even the assassin couldn't describe how he felt now.

"Devil, he is really a devil from hell, otherwise how could he be unscathed under such a dense fire."

The legend of the man in front of them came to the minds of the assassins, and they then looked at Dogan, who was standing beside Xu Jun with a gun.

"He must also be a devil's squire."

The Assassins had in their hearts the race for their loyal lieutenants.

"Miracles!"

Suddenly, Feng was sitting on the ground in a daze. Brauchitsch shouted loudly.

"Miracles! Apostles of God! ”

Cheers erupted in the crowd of generals.

"God bless Germany!" Louder cheers began to ring out among the officers, and for a moment the clearing was drowned in a sea of cheers.

"Demon, God bless my king!"

One of the Assassins jerked down his submachine gun, then reached for the holster at his waist with his right hand.

"Die, you devil!"

At the same time, the other assassin also drew his pistol and pointed it at Xu Jun, who was looking at him with contempt.

The German officials present did not expect that the two assassins would dare to commit murder after seeing that kind of miracle, although they roared angrily and rushed towards the two assassins one after another.

"Phew"

A crisp gunshot rang out, causing the officers who wanted to rush forward to a sharp stop. The muzzle smoke slowly cleared, and Dogan gently flicked the huge Mauser pistol in his hand, and a round bullet hole appeared in the forehead of the assassin who raised the gun and aimed at Xu Jun, and then the assassin collapsed like a puddle of mud.

"Devil, devil...... You devil! ”

The other assassin was clearly in a state of mind, he looked at Xu Jun with a glazed look, muttering incessantly, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth wetting the collar of his military uniform, and he was still trying to pull the pistol out of his holster.

Xu Jun looked contemptuously at the assassin who wanted to take his life ten seconds ago, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Devil! You devil, I'm going to kill, kill you......, kill you. ”

The assassin finally drew the pistol, tilted his head, and with a strange smile on his lips, he raised the pistol and pointed it at Xu Jun.

"Horn"

There was another crisp sound, but it wasn't a gunshot.

Xu Jun pushed away the pistol that Daogen was aiming at the assassin, he rushed forward a few steps and rushed to the front of the assassin, and as soon as he raised his hand, the marshal's scepter in his hand smashed the assassin's wrist, and with a crisp knock, the pistol fell in response, and the assassin also squatted down in pain with his wrist.

"Dogen, go on."

Xu Jun threw the scepter in his hand behind him in a dashing manner, and Daogen quickly took it in his hand.

Xu Jun grabbed the assassin's shoulder tightly with his left hand and pulled him up, then clenched his right hand into the assassin's jaw with a fist. It was a beautiful right hook, and the assassin spun around in place for half a circle before slamming down.

"Get a gendarme, arrest him!"

Xu Jun said to the stunned officers who were looking around.

With that, the young Imperial Führer turned around and took the exquisite Marshal's Scepter from Dogan's hand, easily raised his foot and stepped over the Assassin who was curled up on the ground, and then nodded casually to the respectful officers around him as if nothing happened, and walked slowly along the original route.

"Long live the Führer! Long live the Empire! A tsunami of cheers erupted all around.

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