Germany has no vice-king, and the dictator has exclusive authority and honor, as was the case in the Hitler era, and Xu Jun has no intention of changing this pattern.

Historically, Deputy Führer Rudolph. Hess was an idealistic and naïve fellow who posed no threat to Hitler, and was nothing but a bunch of empty titles in the cabinet other than the title of deputy Führer.

Goering is not so much a second-in-command as a profit-sharing partner, Goebbels is a loyal servant, and the best lackey is Himmler, Hitler skillfully used political means to make these people attack each other and check each other, and the ultimate power to control the fate of the country belongs to the head of the Reich alone.

Hitler made a huge mistake in this time and space, he underestimated the young "friend", who he personally gave Reinhardt. Feng. Stadler's authority allowed the opponent to quickly accumulate the strength to use against him.

By the time Hitler discovered the problem, everything was a foregone conclusion, and even if he was as strong as him, he was powerless to undo it.

Eventually Adolf. Hitler was a special blessing for Hitler to fall in an unnamed forest in France because of the crappy plot of some careerist, and to be able to fall at the moment before he won the victory, at least he did not have to be trapped in the underground bunker of the Chancellery, watching his ideals and hopes shattered and his empire reduced to ashes.

Xu Jun will not make the mistakes made by Hitler, he will not cultivate enemies to overthrow him, Germany still has no vice-king, all his subordinates are his ruling assistants and tools, and everything must run around his will.

No one on German soil dared to challenge the authority of the Führer, the Führer was the Reich, which had become ingrained in the minds of the Germans, who would not hesitate to swear an oath to the young Führer, swearing to devote their lives to it, because the Führer was the Reich, and to be loyal to him was to be loyal to Germany.

Dictatorships were criticized as a beast of the flood in later generations, but in the early twentieth century they were taken for granted, and it is important to remember that these European powers have served their respective kings for hundreds of years.

Great Britain is nostalgic for the glorious Victorian era, France is nostalgic for Napoleon, the emperors of the Second German Empire are still alive, and the Balkan mud ponds are home to a host of kings and tsars.

In front of the world, the German Führer seems to be an uncrowned king, and the power in his hands at this moment is even above that of Wilhelm II back then.

"My Führer, the King of Greece, has basically agreed to our requests, except that he hopes that in negotiations with Turkey, we will be able to take his side." Ribbentrop respectfully reported.

The Deputy Foreign Minister did not dare to walk side by side with the Führer, but he carefully controlled his pace to ensure that he was half a body away from the Führer and that it would not affect the other party's ability to hear his voice. Champagne merchants know how to curry favor with their immediate superiors, and he has a talent for it.

"Don't promise him anything just yet, it's not a matter between Greece and Turkey, and I won't be able to make a decision until I discuss it with the British Prime Minister. Has the envoy of the French president arrived? Who did President Pétain send this time? Xu Jun strolled along the garden path paved with white sand and stone behind his back with his hands behind his back.

"It's Prime Minister Reival, my Führer." Ribbentrop replied.

"Reival?" Xu Jun stopped, and he turned his head to look at his vice foreign minister.

"He'll be in Rome this afternoon, are you going to summon him?" My Führer. ”

"No, there is no need for this, he will come to me and ask for me, and Petain must have sent this man for his purpose. Weirle!" Xu Jun turned his head and called out loudly. The chief of staff was whispering something to Dogen not far behind him, and when he heard Xu Jun's summons, he hurriedly walked over.

"What has Reival been doing in recent weeks, is there anything in particular that needs our attention?" Xu Jun asked.

"As far as I can remember, I haven't received any special reports in the past few weeks, and I can send someone to check it out. The current situation in France is quite stable, Petain has firmly controlled the government departments, and Reival has behaved very deferentially, and has Petain's considerable trust. During this time, he was busy dealing with labor matters, is there anything wrong with this person? My Führer? Wehrle replied.

"Not the kind of thing you think. Petain sent Reival to Rome this time, and I just wanted to guess what the other side was aiming for. Petain would not have sent a prime minister over just to attend Mussolini's funeral. Xu Jun crossed his hands on his waist and looked up at the bust at the top of the Roman column on the side of the road.

"Obviously, my Führer." Weirle respectfully agreed.

"Ribbentrop, what time is the welcome luncheon?" Xu Jun suddenly turned his head and asked.

"Twelve o'clock sharp, my Führer." The Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs replied.

"This sculpture is quite delicate, probably from the first century AD, and should have been excavated from the ruins of the city of Rome, like the other sculptures here." Xu Jun continued to walk forward.

The Führer suddenly changed the subject, stunned the two subordinates, the two looked at each other, and then hurried a few steps to keep up with the Führer's footsteps.

"Caesar." Xu Jun said.

"What do you say? My Führer. Wehrle didn't hear it clearly.

"I mean Caesar." Xu Jun stopped and took out an aluminum tube from his pocket.

"You mean that statue?" Werler reacted immediately.

"That's a statue of Caesar, the true founder of the Roman Empire, who would have probably become the greatest king of the Roman Empire." Xu Jun unscrewed the cap of the aluminum tube and poured out a cigar from it.

"The senators of the Roman Republic, in order to preserve the Republic, as well as their own power and interests, plotted to assassinate Caesar, and it is ridiculous that these people did not know what they were doing, and ultimately hastened the demise of the Republic." Weierle said with emotion.

"They shattered with their own hands what had always protected them, and that was rules and order. The power was out of balance and restraint, so—" Xu Jun made an explosive gesture.

"Italy is repeating what happened in the past, and if we don't intervene in time after Mussolini's death, the fools who call themselves the "successors of the leader" will surely start a fierce infighting. With Badoglio himself, he can't control the situation at all, and the power he has in his hands is still too little.

Most of the Italian citizens and the lower echelons of the army are still loyal to their leader, Mussolini, and if Badogglio does not inherit Mussolini's legacy, he will only be another Mark Antony. Xu Jun spit out the cigar tip he had bitten off and pulled out the matchbox from his pocket.

"My Führer, who will be Ottavi?" Ribbentrop asked.

"No one can be Ottavi, because I don't allow it." Xu Jun lit a cigar.

"There won't be another leader in Rome, and I won't allow that to happen for at least five years. What we need is a well-behaved collaborator, so this time, we are on the side of the elders. Badoglio will become consul, and the legacy of that "Caesar" will be kept by us. Xu Jun spewed out a smoke ring proudly.

"I don't really understand this, but I will work hard to fulfill the mission you have given me in order to achieve your goals." With Ribbentrop's wisdom, it was indeed difficult to discern the meaning of the obscure words, but he knew that this was the time for him to express his loyalty.

"I'm sure you'll do it, Ribbentrop. It's half past ten in the morning, and I'm going to meet with Mussolini's family in half an hour, and you're going to check how the preparations are going. Xu Jun nodded, affirming the loyalty of the champagne merchants.

"Yes, I'll go at once, my Führer, then forgive me for leaving." Ribbentrop said goodbye to Xu Jun with a happy face.

"He didn't understand at all." Weirle said as he looked at the back of the undersecretary of foreign affairs.

"But he's not a fool either, Weirle." Xu Jun continued to walk forward.

"Dogen!" The Führer was summoned.

"My Führer." The SS colonel stepped forward quickly.

"Have you communicated with the Vatican?" Xu Jun asked.

"They agreed to allow the flag guard to enter the city, but they just wanted the number to be around two hundred." Dougan replied.

"How many people are currently in the Pope's Swiss Guard." Xu Jun asked.

"The information given by the Italian side says that there are seventy people, but I estimate that there should be more, but not more than one hundred and fifty." Dougan replied loudly.

"They bought one hundred and twenty Mauser 98 rifles fifteen years ago." Wierle added on the sidelines.

"Well, the Vatican is showing me sincerity in this way, and we have to show it accordingly. Let's make sure that it is one hundred and fifty officers and soldiers of the guard flag team, and they will only carry conventional light weapons, and as for the details of the guard measures, it will be up to you to continue to discuss with the other party. Xu Jun said to the SS colonel with a cigar in his mouth.

"Yes, my Führer, I will arrange everything." Dougan nodded.

"The SS was not a regular army, and it was easier for the other side to accept." Then Weirle looked at Dogen: "How is the funeral venue arranged?" ”

"Randolph is in charge over there, and he's already taken someone to the site to inspect it." Dougan replied.

"Tomorrow the weather will be fine, and the Roman police estimate that there may be more than 100,000 Roman citizens coming to the funeral and mourning services, and many Italians are coming from all over the country, and the final number may only be calculated until that day."

"Hopefully everything goes well."

"Yes, General Weierle, I hope so." Dougan nodded in agreement.

"My Führer, it seems to be Tysenhofen running over there, and seeing his hurried appearance, maybe something is wrong." Weierle pointed to the distance and reported to Xu Jun.

"Well, he's holding a piece of paper in his hand, presumably a newly received telegram." Xu Jun turned around with the two of them and greeted the young adjutant.

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