The door is made of old oak and is decorated with carved vines around the edges, with a long discolored brass plaque in the center. Tysenhofen placed the tray in his hand on the small table against the wall in the hallway, then raised his hand and tapped lightly on the door.

"Come in." The room replied. The adjutant twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door to the guest room.

"Your breakfast, my Führer." Tysenhowen stood in the doorway and reported, then turned and picked up the silver tray full of food.

At the Chancellery in Berlin, the Führer's diet was handled by a dedicated chef, and everything from the purchase of ingredients to cooking was strictly supervised to prevent any possible accidents.

Even when Hitler was on a field tour, he would carry a logistical support team with him, he had specially formulated recipes, and he would not eat locally available food unless it was necessary for press and propaganda purposes. In contrast, the new Führer's stomach was much better, and as long as it tasted good enough, he could eat anything happily.

Xu Jun had already finished washing up, put on a full set of parade clothes, and was at the round table by the window, reading the newly received message last night.

Although most of the administrative work has been allocated to the following, there are still a large number of official documents every day, which need to be given the final approval by the head of state.

When a dictator is not as relaxed as people think, and the supreme power also represents the same weight of responsibility, especially since he is no longer shouldering the fate of a single people, his vision must be extended to the whole of Europe and the world.

During this time, he spent an hour or two almost every day, reading reports from all over the world, which had been screened by the Eye of Odin, and he had to keep his finger on the pulse of history and deal with a future that was no longer known.

The history of Europe has become unrecognizable at this moment because of his arrival, and how the two major forces of the East and the West will react to the old Europe, which is integrating forces with the intention of re-emerging, and what kind of strategic adjustments will be made, these are the issues that Xu Jun is most concerned about recently.

In addition, there is the situation in the Far East, Xu Jun does not believe that there will be a miracle, and Japan will repent and give up the war of aggression against China. Intelligence shows that Japan's Southern Army has been reorganized, tropical adaptation training is being carried out in various units, the Japanese army and navy have intensified the intensity of intelligence gathering on Southeast Asian and European garrisons, and the outbreak of the Pacific War is a foregone conclusion, and no one can reverse it.

Xu Jun even had some doubts about whether the patience of the Japanese side would be able to hold out until December 41, as it has done in history.

He believed that Hirohito must also be under tremendous pressure, and that the emperor's cabinet would only come up with a bunch of seemingly detailed but empty plans, and try to convince him that the imperial kingdom could conquer all of Southeast Asia.

The problem is that since the Meiji Restoration, although Japan has won many battles, it has never confronted an old European power, and once the southward expansion plan is implemented, it will be tantamount to challenging the four great powers of Britain, France, the Netherlands, and the United States at once.

In the past 10 years or so, the Japanese government has successfully brainwashed the people of the whole country by using the education and propaganda system, and the ordinary people of Japan are still indulging in the great martial arts of the imperial army, and basically the country is hopeless.

Xu Jun reached out and removed the scattered telegram on the table, and asked Tysenhofen to place the tray containing breakfast in front of him.

"Thank you, Eric." Xu Jun put the telegram in his hand aside, shook off the rolled up white napkin, and stuffed it on the collar of his military uniform.

"Has everyone else had breakfast?" Xu Jun asked the adjutant who was pouring coffee for him.

"I've eaten them all, my Führer. Field Marshal Brauchitsch had gone for a walk in the garden, and Minister Himmler was chatting with Captain Stark in the lounge. Tysenhofen gently placed the coffee cup on Xu Jun's right hand.

"Sit down, Eric, and talk to me." Xu Jun pointed to the seat opposite him and said.

"Yes, my Führer," replied the adjutant. The Führer nodded in satisfaction and began to cut the fried sausages on the plate: "Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, Eric. What is your personal impression of the host we are visiting today? ”

"You mean that Your Majesty? My Führer. Tysenhowen moved the coffee pot and sugar jar aside.

"Yes, His Majesty the Emperor." Xu Jun forked a piece of white intestine and dipped it in the yellow mustard sauce with seeds on the side of the plate.

"To tell you the truth, my Führer, I was very young when the emperor abdicated, and I didn't have much impression of him, but my parents have mentioned things about him in front of me more than once." Tysenhofen replied.

"It's okay, you can just talk about it." Xu Jun chewed the sausage and picked up a piece of white bread from the bread basket.

"I think he is a mediocre and incompetent monarch, because his personal arrogance and arrogance have pushed Germany into a foolish war, but he is not capable of leading the country to ultimate victory. Even after the defeat of the war, he shirked his responsibilities and abandoned his country and people, and at a time when the German people needed him most, I think the emperor should be ashamed of his actions. Tysenhofen replied seriously.

"That's what you think? Dear Eric, you're still too young. The Reich Head, who was not a few years older than the adjutant, instructed in the tone of an elder, but the adjutant did not feel any disobedience at all.

"Am I not right? My Führer. Tysenhofen asked respectfully.

"It's not that there's anything wrong with your opinion, after all, you're too young to get in touch with the truth of history. If you have time, you can go to Brauchitsch... Well... Or Marshal Loeb, who will be happy to talk to you about the past. Xu Jun put the knife and fork in the tray and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"Yes, my Führer, I'll talk to a few marshals when I have time," replied the adjutant with a nod.

"However, I don't think they can give you an accurate answer, with their status back then, they still haven't been able to access the inside story of the upper echelons of the empire." The Führer tore the napkin off the collar and threw it on the plate.

"Most of the descriptions of this emperor in German historical records are true. It is not at all surprising that he was impulsive, reckless, and rejoicing, as the newspapers said, with limited personal vision and ability, and a large number of ambitious mediocre talents around him. "The Führer raised his hand and signaled that the adjutant could take the tray away, he did not want to eat too much this morning.

But it was unfair to put all the blame for the defeat on him, because he was not as important as he thought he would be in that war. Eric, you know what? In fact, the outcome of that war was already predestined before the start of the war, and no matter who was in command, it was impossible to win such a chaotic war under the conditions at that time. Xu Jun picked up the coffee cup.

"I heard the generals say, if the revolving door had turned at that time," Tysenhoven placed the tray on the small table by the door.

"The army is seriously underarmed, the emperor is too keen on the navy, and too many national resources are spent on it, and the army's officer corps is not willing to recruit too many civilian officers, and this group of nobles only cares about their own interests. The top command was occupied by a bunch of uniformed politicians and pretentious fools, with whom Germany could not have won the war. Xu Jun took a sip of coffee after speaking, and then put the cup on the table.

In any case, Wilhelm II was a symbol of the German Empire, a symbol of Prussia's glory and strength, as well as its humiliation and defeat. By allowing the emperor to remain in exile, the shame of Germany's defeat could not be completely erased. The Führer stood up and looked out the window with his hands behind his back.

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