"This thing looks like a pile of shit, Ribbentrop." Xu Jun threw a document on the desk with disdain on his face.

"Yes, my Führer, I agree with you that this document is full of stinky lies."

Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Third Reich Joshim. Feng. Ribbentrop humbly replied.

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After ten days of interrogation at the Army Special Prison in Berlin, Germany, Ribbentrop gave up all hope of survival.

It was a special army prison, but his interrogators were all members of the Gestapo, and the guards were Waffen-SS officers who were as cold and stiff as robots.

Ribbentrop knew very well who was behind the investigation, and what would happen to him, who had always regarded himself as a close confidant of Hitler, and Ribbentrop didn't even bother to think about it.

The interrogators seemed well aware of this, and the Gestapo had done their utmost humiliating treatment of the imperial dignitary in those days, and though they had not used the notorious torture against him, the mental torture alone had nearly driven the sensitive former champagne merchant insane.

At first, Ribbentrop was a bit of a fluke, perhaps he still had value in using the new Führer, but after several humiliating interrogations, he completely abandoned that expectation.

If it weren't for the concern for his family, the self-proclaimed "Bismarck II" foreign minister would have found an opportunity to cut himself off, just like the Imperial Minister of Labor, Franz Brown, who was imprisoned next door to him. Like Zelted, the leader of the imperial workers hanged himself with a sock on the window fence.

Ribbentrop finally resigned himself to his fate, and was willing to bear any charges brought by the Gestapo as long as he could escape the terrible torment he was now experiencing.

However, just as he was about to break the bowl, the Gestapo suddenly stopped interrogating him and left him alone.

As the days passed, Ribbentrop's spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Although his food had improved markedly, and the guards had shown a hint of kindness to his face, Ribbentrop no longer believed in a miracle, and waited silently for the moment when the firing captain came to the door to read the sentence of his execution.

Ribbentrop stood every day in front of the iron door with bloodshot eyes, and watched through the narrow window of the iron door as his once equally illustrious colleagues disappeared into the depths of the corridor.

William. Frick, the cunning Minister of the Interior, did not seem to be as brave as he usually professed, and he was almost dragged to the execution ground by two forceful Waffen-SS men.

William. Onezerg, Minister of Posts of the Reich, the Minister who could not sleep without Indian silk pajamas, was executed in a crumpled suit, his face was so pale that he looked like a corpse, and of course, he was also "helped" by the Waffen-SS to the execution ground.

In contrast, the great thought leader of all Nazis, Hitler's ideological mentor, the famous Nazi philosopher Alfred Brown, was the awe of all Nazis. His Excellency Rosenberg behaved much better, and he walked through the corridor with his head held high and his chest held high like a martyr, much to the admiration of the inmates on both sides of the corridor.

However, it is hard to imagine that such a weak man could burst out with such terrible power at the last moment of his life, and the four strong Waffen-SS soldiers almost failed to tie him to the execution stake, and finally solved the problem with the butt of his gun, and he died the most painless of all.

Governor and Administrator of Bavaria, Franz. Ritter. Feng. Epp was horribly tortured, and finally His Excellency the Doge, who fell into a deep coma, was dragged to the execution ground.

This tragic thing happens every day......

The new Führer carried out his purges with iron and blood, and few of the Nazi leaders who relied on Hitler to rise to power escaped his reckoning.

Ribbentrop knew from the words of the guards that the purge was sweeping across the entire German territory like a raging fire. There are at least thirty places like the Berlin Army Prison all over the country, where they are interrogated, investigated, and executed every day with German efficiency, as "traitors and enemies of Germany."

Normally, high-ranking Nazi regional officials were dragged like dogs from their homes, streets, and offices like dogs to military vans, and then escorted to these special prisons for investigation, often with the result that they were guilty.

When the family found a place of detention, all they saw was a box of cold ashes, and the highly efficient Gestapo even took care of the cremation.

To Ribbentrop's astonishment, the lives and work of German civilians were not disturbed in the slightest under this terrible purge.

The arrests and trials were carried out only by the senior leadership of the Nazi Party and the leaders of the SS, and seemingly confined to the Nazi Party, with only a small proportion of the middle and lower levels of government leadership, which were closely linked to social life, affected.

The conversation in the detention room also revealed an "inside story" that sent chills down Ribbentrop's back, and the purge was clearly premeditated, since all arrest warrants were issued according to a pre-drawn list, and the Gestapo immediately provided conclusive evidence of the crimes committed by those arrested, leaving no room for denial by the arrested persons.

What's even more terrifying is that they have even prepared replacement personnel long ago.

All the posts that had become vacant as a result of the arrest of their masters were replaced by the corresponding personnel, without even a minute's interval in between, and the replacements were well acquainted with their new positions, and the work of the Government was not affected in the slightest.

This was a terrible source of admiration for the scheming of the new Foreign Minister, His Excellency.

German society is operating as usual, government agencies are working normally, and social order is calm and orderly, and this unprecedented terrorist purge of the Third Reich has not frightened and panicked German civilians, but has become their after-dinner conversation.

As the days passed, Ribbentrop felt more and more the horror of the new Führer as he learned more about the purge.

Although he had been in contact with Reinhardt, he had the impression that the man was just a clever man of bombastic words, impeccable as a nobleman, but lacking too much as the head of government.

But now it seems that he, like Hitler, was deceived by the flashy disguise of that "apostle of God".

Where is that kind of gentleman, he is simply a genius conspirator with deep planning and careful thinking.

Truth be told, this Reinhardt. Städel seems to be more suited than Hitler to the position of Ducái in the Third Reich, because he is not only more of a military man than Hitler, but also more of a politician.

Ribbentrop spent twenty-five days in that prison, but after the first ten days of horrific interrogation, no one came to him.

The cells around him were empty, and most of his fellow inmates went where they were supposed to be, and Ribbentrop crouched lonely on the cold floor of his cell, shivering and counting his last days with his fingers.

But just as the foreign minister was on the verge of collapse, a mysterious visitor came to his cell door.

He knew the people who came, and it could even be said that he was very familiar with them.

Because he had been working under this man for two whole years, and in the end he had borrowed Hitler's power to steal this man's position.

Constantine. Feng. Baron Nuwright, former Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Third Reich.

Ribbentrop did not know why he saw this man in such a place at this time.

It seems that the former foreign minister has been doing well recently, well-dressed and dignified, and his face is full of red, and there is no trace of depression and decadence when he met him two years ago.

Ribbentrop suddenly had an urge to hug his head and cry, he had been playing hard for more than 30 years and finally ended up in this field, what happened to the world.

Looking at his former boss with a gentle smile on his face outside the door, Ribbentrop regretted for the first time why he didn't hang himself as readily as the "foreman", and it seemed that this time he could not escape the wanton humiliation of the former boss.

But what he didn't expect was that Newright just said "follow me" lightly, and then turned around and left.

Ribbentrop's first thought was that he was finally insane, so that he had this absurd hallucination.

So when the guards laughed and told him to leave the cell, he grabbed the frame of the iron bed and refused to move, and finally two Waffen-SS soldiers dragged him out of the small cell.

Ribbentrop cried and begged the guards to send him back, thinking he was going to be shot and that he had to take his family's pictures with him when he was dying.

But the guards didn't agree, in their opinion, this guy must have a sick brain, when others were released from here, which one of them couldn't run faster than a rabbit, how could there be such a thing that wanted to drill back, just a photo, after going back, a lot of living people can look at it casually, what do you want to do with the photo.

After being identified as required, two Waffen-SS men who were as strong as a bear dragged poor Ribbentrop to the bathroom, washed and skinned him, put on a clean suit, and kicked him out of the prison gates.

At the prison gate, Newwright stood by a black, shiny high-class official car waiting for the embarrassed prisoner.

It was only then that poor Ribbentrop truly believed that he had been released. What it was like to be alive was a simple truth that Ribbentrop had only realized after twenty-five terrible days in prison and watching countless people die.

Looking at the blue sky and bathed in the sun, the former foreign minister of the empire knelt on the concrete floor in front of the prison and cried.

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