"This is the personal opinion of Field Marshal Blumberg, but I think—" Werler closed the official text and clipped his backhand under his armpit.

"Don't interfere with Brumberg's actions, we've been talking about it for a long time. Oh, it looks a little bigger here..."Xu Jun stretched out his arm to one side, and his full-time tailor carefully rested the intercostal dimensions on the blank of his uniform with a thimble.

"The marshal has the power to make decisions based on his personal judgment, and we must not let the outside world think that he is just a mouthpiece for Berlin." Xu Jun lowered his arm and took a glass of water from Tysenhofen's hand.

"Thanks, Eric. I recall yesterday's meeting that our strategic focus must be on the eastern part of Europe, and that the labor of Asia was an indispensable condition for the Third Reich to complete its overall strategic turn. I don't care if the Japanese or Chiang Chung-cheng have any other ideas, the empire doesn't have to care about these at all. Xu Jun took a sip of water and handed the cup back to Tysenhofen.

"Ribbentrop, don't stand so far, come over and stand in front of me." Xu Jun waved to the vice minister of foreign affairs who was hiding in the corner of the rest area, and then pointed to the ground under his feet.

Xu Jun took off his uniform blank and waved his hand at the tailor: "Thank you, Mr. Oztri, for coming here today." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." The tailor in a crisp tuxedo bowed slightly, then exited the office with two assistants pushing a tool cart.

"What do you think about this, I'd like to hear your opinion now." Xu Jun said to the vice minister of foreign affairs.

At the moment, the Reich Führer was wearing only a plain white shirt on his upper body, a general's breeches trimmed with red trousers, and a pair of black calfskin riding boots that tightly wrapped his calves.

"My Führer, as far as I know, the shortage of supplies in the areas under the control of the Chinese government is very serious," Ribbentrop said respectfully.

"I'm not asking you this, I want to know what you think of Blumberg's report." Xu Jun straightened the cuffs of his shirt and tightened the 14-karat gold armstuds studded with the obsidian imperial eagle emblem.

"My Führer." Ribbentrop swallowed nervously.

"My Führer, as far as I can see, the Marshal is supposed to be telling the truth, and I also think that it is necessary for the Reich to conduct an in-depth investigation into this matter, and to set up an intelligence agency in the training camp without notification to steal and sell important military supplies and intelligence of the Wehrmacht, which is a serious violation of the agreement between the two sides. However, I think that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs should first come forward to negotiate with China in the handling of this matter. Ribbentrop bowed his head respectfully.

"Very well, your suggestion is good, Ribbentrop." Xu Jun, with the help of Tysenhofen, put on his marshal's uniform.

"Verrle, the Eye of Odin will fully cooperate with Field Marshal Brunnberg in his investigation and clear out all foreign intelligence agencies that have infiltrated French Indochina, regardless of which side they belong to. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has negotiated with Chiang Chung-cheng through official channels, believing that they can be more restrained in a short period of time. Xu Jun buttoned the wind buckle on the neckline, and Tysenhofen helped him straighten the shining knight's cross.

"It's almost time, let's talk as we go." Xu Jun picked up the marshal's staff on the table, knocked on the table with the head of the silver staff, and then strode towards the door.

"And the question about Siam, my Führer, we can only get some crude intelligence from the British, whose intelligence officers in Siam have suffered heavy losses in that coup d'état two years ago, and have not been able to get valuable intelligence from the Siamese army for a long time."

"Siam's gradual diplomatic leaning towards Japan, and at the same time developing military-political cooperation with Japan, is something I expected for a long time, and that's what we want to see at the moment, isn't it? Weirle. Xu Jun strode down the empty and tall corridor of the Prime Minister's Office, and his voice was particularly loud in the huge space.

"That's true, my Führer, but we also have to take into account the reaction of the French, with whom we have already made an alliance." Weierle quickly followed behind Xu Jun.

"Do you think the French will be defeated? Defeat to the Siamese? They had gathered there fifty thousand well-trained soldiers, one hundred and seventy new aircraft, three hundred and twenty tanks of the latest type, seven hundred artillery pieces of all kinds, and a powerful naval fleet, including two of the most advanced battle cruisers, and I saw no possibility of defeat in French Indochina, and now it was the Siamese who should be afraid, and if the French wanted to attack Siam, I suspect the Siamese would not even last more than a week. There was a distinct smile in Xu Jun's voice.

The Reich Führer walked to a double-open door, glanced back at Wheele and Ribbentrop, put his fingers on his lips and made a silent gesture, then turned the doorknob with both hands and opened it with his own hands.

"Attention all!" The huge internal banquet hall was already full of young officers in gorgeous military uniforms, and when they saw the arrival of the Führer, the officer on duty who had been standing by the door shouted loudly.

"To Your Excellency! Salute! The star officer raised his right arm.

"Victory!" "Hooray!"

"Victory!" "Hooray"

"Victory!" "Hooray!" All the officers raised their arms in unison to salute the Führer and, as is customary, shouted three times in victory.

Xu Jun looked at the people in the banquet hall with a majestic face, raised his right arm and saluted all the officers.

Tonight is the gathering of students who have graduated from the Military Academy in Berlin this year, whose graduation has been postponed until November due to the impact of the war.

At this time, all of them have attained the rank of second lieutenant and will soon be assigned to various units of the army according to their specialty. To be personally received by the Führer and to have dinner with them would be an enviable experience for these young officers, and it would also be a very powerful political capital, because it proved that the character and ability of these people had been recognized by the Führer, and had an extremely important influence on the future development of these people.

With excitement, gratitude, and reverence, these young men looked at the Imperial War God, who was not much older than them, and all of them held their breath with respect, like ancient knights meeting their own kings.

They were the youngest generation of German officers, and although they were still fresh hatchlings, they would be the backbone of the Reich in time. They were also the most worshippers of Reinhardt, the apostle of God who was their fanatical idol, and any criticism of the Führer, even if it was a frivolous offense in words, would likely be confronted with the other.

"Graduates are delighted to have been summoned by you, my Führer." Feng. Bock wore a full elaborately decorated marshal's ceremonial gown, carried a cavalry saber with a silver-plated scabbard, and wore a Prussian peaked leather helmet from the Second Empire on his head, with his Blue Max medal on the collar.

"Hello, Your Excellency Marshal, you look very energetic tonight." Xu Jun raised his cane and lightly knocked the brim of his hat and returned a military salute to Boke.

"I am honored to receive your compliment." Feng. Bock's expression was extremely happy, and he nodded solemnly to Xu Jun again.

"My Führer, I have just received an urgent telegram from French Indochina." Tysenhofen walked up to Xu Jun with a telegram and whispered in his ear.

"Huh?" Xu Jun frowned, glanced at the staff officer of the communications office who was standing straight behind the adjutant, and then unfolded the telegram and looked down.

"Ah, some trivial things, let's take a seat first." Seeing Bock's nervous and inquiring look, Xu Jun showed a bright smile, and he folded the telegram casually and stuffed it into the pocket of his uniform with a nonchalant look.

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