Xu Jun raised his chin with a solemn expression, his left elbow was slightly bent, his marshal's scepter was clenched in the palm of his hand, and his right arm was raised diagonally to the upper right, responding to the tens of thousands of Italian people around him.

Since coming to this time and space, Xu Jun has been feeling the impact of the culture of the 40s, where the once naïve and immature Chinese student has turned into a butterfly and transformed into a real national leader.

From the initial disdain and even resistance, to the beginning of enjoying the power in hand, to skillfully controlling the operation of a country, this kind of earth-shaking change, but only after a few months, it can be seen that the environment can quickly change a person, this sentence is not empty talk.

This is 1940, the embers of the second industrial revolution have not been extinguished, the third industrial revolution has not yet begun, and mankind has just entered the electric age. Some scientific and technological inventions that will change the whole world in the future are just bursting out at this time, not to mention what impact they can have on human society.

The microphone is a great invention that has been welcomed by all politicians, because most of them have lived through the era of shouting in the streets. Hitler was able to roar three lessons at once from the podium, partly because the former army corporal was really gifted, and partly because the Nazis were very good at using modern sound equipment.

Xu Jun found that his voice just now did not even splash a splash, so he immediately gave up and continued to shout slogans, but began to use body language to show his personal charm to the surroundings.

The Reich Führer was wearing an all-white marshal's uniform, which he had custom-made in Berlin specifically for his trip to Italy. All hand-sewn, comfortable and close-fitting lines perfectly show the world the Führer's well-proportioned and toned body.

The German Army was not equipped with white uniforms, but the SS used to be equipped with white M32 uniforms, but it was only civilian wear in the summer, and it was stipulated that it could only be worn in certain seasons and environments, and because the material was generally linen, this uniform was very easy to wrinkle after washing, so it was not welcomed by the group of showy SS officers, and as a result, it was quickly eliminated naturally and disappeared in the Black Army.

Historically, some SS officials would wear his white M32 uniform on certain occasions to show their seniors their deep credentials in the SS.

However, the uniform on Xu Jun's body is completely a white version of the German field marshal's dress, and many very personal changes have been added. All the ornaments and military logos on the costumes are hand-embroidered with gold threads, and the parts that originally used black lines are replaced with silver threads.

The high erect collar is adorned with a gold and red general's medallion, a gold general's ornament hangs over his right shoulder, and a glittering knight's iron cross hangs under the gold-trimmed carved sterling silver button. Xu Jun wears all the medals he has received today, which are the proof that he was born and died on the battlefield and led the German army to victory, showing the world that the great military merit set up by this apostle of God is far from being comparable to a certain herald who only won a first-class iron cross.

The young German Führer wore an army officer's belt with a gold buckle around his waist, and the famous motto "God is with me" was also engraved on the buckle.

Wearing a sword strap with golden chains on the side of the belt, Xu Jun did not wear the traditional German army standard long saber this time, but chose a delicate and ornate army officer's short sword.

This handle is Carl. Specially customized for Xu Jun, the Axhorn Company made all the carvings are made of 18-karat gold, the milky white ivory handle is wrapped in spiraling twisted gold wire, and the middle is covered with white calfskin gilded scabbard, and the pure steel blade is hand-forged and carved by three swordsmiths.

The Führer strode forward with the marshal's scepter in his hand, looking at the handsome face of the young Führer, and the tall figure of the vigorous and graceful, the Italian ladies present were short of breath and suspiciously flushed, and in just a few minutes, the handsome German Führer gained tens of thousands of enthusiastic fans, and at the same time, in the days to come, caused thousands of family disputes in the city of Rome.

The German Führer strode up the steps of the altar of the Italian fatherland with steady steps, followed by only two retinues, Werle and Ribbentrop.

"It's all arranged, Your Excellency, can you start on time?" Badoglio, who stepped into the stands one step in advance, communicated with Xu Jun in a low voice.

"Then let's get started, and don't forget, you're at the heart of the ceremony." Xu Jun smiled and made a light gesture.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Badoglio nodded at Xu Jun. The marching band, which had been waiting for a long time, began to play the Italian national anthem, and Badoglio, dressed in full dress, strolled to the podium in the center of the stands, holding the port of speech.

"He looked a little nervous." Weierle leaned into Xu Jun's ear and said.

"This is his first public appearance as Mussolini's successor, and there is always a process of adaptation." Xu Jun turned his head and said to his staff officer.

"Japan's Ambassador Hiroshi Oshima is greeting you, my Führer." Ribbentrop whispered a reminder on the other side.

"Where is that guy sitting? Oh, see. Xu Jun turned his face and nodded slightly to the Japanese ambassador who was sitting in the back row and bowed to him.

"What's wrong with his face?" Xu Jun whispered to the vice minister of foreign affairs.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it, my Führer." Ribbentrop looked back suspiciously.

"It looks more square than the last time we met." Xu Jun said seriously.

"Huh? If you don't warn, I really didn't find this. Ribbentrop glanced back at Hiroshi Oshima again.

How did the Japanese envoy know that the Germans were ridiculing him, and thought that he had succeeded in attracting the attention of the other party, and when he saw Ribbentrop looking over, he hurriedly responded with a smile.

"Well, my Führer, you are right, his chin is about to turn square, and it seems that Japan has put a lot of pressure on this poor fellow during this time." Ribbentrop whispered with a smile.

"You have already read the report you received this morning, my Führer." Wehrle leaned over and asked.

"Yes, Weierle, what do you suggest about it?" Xu Jun moved the short sword to a comfortable position.

"We suggest standing still for the time being, my Führer." Wehrle replied.

"Just as I thought, Werle, when I get back, I'll draw up an order. I'll leave the rest to Count Stauffenberg. The Führer tapped his scepter on the palm of his hand.

"Then what is to be done with the one in the back, my Führer." Ribbentrop tilted his head.

"You go talk to him first, test the reaction of the Japanese side, and feel their hole cards." Xu Jun twisted his waist and changed his sitting position.

"My Führer, Badoglio's manuscript is almost finished, and it will be your turn to speak on the stage." Weirle reminded in a whisper.

"Eric, give me my manuscript." The Führer held out his hand to the adjutant who was sitting in the seat behind him.

"As our forefathers told us, Italians must be united. We are here to mourn the deceased and pray for peace for his soul...", Badoglio held the podium with his hands on the podium, his voice trembling, his face full of grief.

"At least he looks like a qualified politician at the moment." Xu Jun glanced at the new Italian prime minister, then lowered his head and continued to flip through the speech in his hand.

"Now, I would like to invite the distinguished guest of honour who came from Berlin in person to attend this memorial service, Chancellor Mussolini's most loyal friend during his lifetime, the Führer of the Greater German Reich. Feng. His Excellency Stadt. After Badoglio finished his introduction, he applauded and gave way to the podium for Xu Jun.

The Reich Führer, who had long been experienced in battles and would not have the slightest stage fright, strode to the center of the stands with his speech and scepter in hand.

Xu Jun first put the scepter and the speech script on the podium, and then adjusted the microphone.

"Citizens of Rome, citizens of this great country." The Reich Führer, with a clear voice, began his speech.

"It was my first time in the country, to the city. Like you, I have come to mourn the loss of a close friend, a wise and learned teacher, a brave and strong warrior, a benevolent and generous saint, a great national leader... Benito. Almikale. Andrea. Mussolini. Xu Jun held the podium with his left arm, and put his right hand into a clenched fist in front of his chest.

"I remember a week ago, I had a phone call with my friend Mussolini, and at that time Prime Minister Mussolini warmly invited me to come to Rome for a visit, and I was very happy to agree to his invitation, and I believe that it will be an exciting trip..."

"But on the third day after the call, Mussolini fell at the gunpoint of the despicable assassins, and when I learned the terrible news, I was stunned, I thought it was some kind of bad joke, and even wanted to reprimand the subordinates who delivered it." The Führer clenched his fists on the table of the podium.

But when my subordinates told me that it was true, my heart was filled with grief and pain. I know that I have lost one of my most loyal friends, Germany has lost a staunch ally, the world has lost a remarkable leader, and Italy .... Lost one of the greatest heroes. The Führer said in a heavy tone.

Xu Jun looked at the people in the audience and saw that many people were silently wiping the corners of their eyes. Italians are sensual, and many restrain their emotions and try not to cry out loud at this time. At this time, the Italians still loved Mussolini, although they all knew that this guy was full of problems, but compared to the previous nobles and politicians, this leader was more close to the people. Having grown up at the bottom of society, he knows what the average Italian people need and how to please them.

"He fell, just as Italy was enjoying a precious peace, just as the country was preparing to integrate into the new European order. He should have been able to see, see that in the not-too-distant future, his dreams will come true one by one, and everyone will smile when he sees the country become prosperous and powerful.

But he fell, and with his unfulfilled ideals, with a deep attachment to his homeland, Mussolini left us. We now stand here to mourn him, to remember this warrior, to mourn this leader, to remember his departing, and to pray that he will rest in peace. Xu Jun raised his right hand and pointed to the coffin parked in the center of the altar square.

"But at the same time, those of us who are alive must remember exactly why Mussolini died." Xu Jun paused, glancing at the people below.

"He was for the sake of this country, for the sake of each and every one of you, for the revival of the Italian nation, for the revival of the Roman Empire, and in the end he was killed by the assassins who had been bribed by the villains for encroaching on the interests of the conspirators.

All of you, you must keep this in mind, not let Mussolini die in vain, and let his enemies know that Mussolini's cause will be inherited, that the Kingdom of Italy will not fall, and that the great Italian people will continue to make great strides on the path chosen by Mussolini towards the goals that the leader has not achieved. Xu Jun waved his fist and said loudly.

"Long live Mussolini! Long live Italy! The Italian agents in the crowd shouted slogans.

"Long live Mussolini! Long live Italy! The crowd suddenly boiled, and slogans sounded like a tidal wave on the side of the square. Xu Jun took this opportunity and drank a glass of water.

"Italian citizens!" The Führer pressed his hands down.

"Citizens of Italy!" Xu Jun shouted loudly, and the crowd's slogans gradually stopped.

"I remember before I came to Rome someone said to me that Mussolini is dead, that his spirit will go with him, that people will soon forget him, just like the heroes of history, and that soon he will only become the code name of a piece of history." Xu Jun held the podium with both hands, his eyes scanning the crowd around him.

"No, it won't."

"We won't forget him." A few daring Italians replied piecemeal.

"Yes, that's how I replied at the time." Xu Jun pointed to the guy who was talking in the audience.

"Why, because the Italian people, that is, you, will never allow this to happen, no one in this world can stand in the way of the re-emergence of the Kingdom of Italy, and no one can change the direction that Mussolini laid for you. No one can stop you from fulfilling Mussolini's legacy, you citizens of Italy will not allow it, and he—" Xu Jun pointed to Badoglio, who was standing behind.

"The successor to the leader's career, the Supreme Imperial Marshal of Badoglio, will not allow it either. And I, a loyal friend of Prime Minister Mussolini, the Führer of the Greater German Reich ... This kind of thing will not be allowed to happen in Italy. I want to tell you, great Italian citizens, that you are not alone. Xu Jun banged on the table, then raised his arm and made a fascist salute.

Suddenly the audience was once again in a stir, and the Italians raised their hands excitedly, and looked at a forest of arms, and slowly shook as if in the breeze.

"I can assure you here, that whatever happens in the future, the Greater German Reich will always remain Italy's staunchest ally. I will always keep my eyes on this great country, on you, on the Italian people to fulfill the unfulfilled dreams of their leaders.

May God bless this country and bless the people here. We are here to mourn Mussolini, to mourn the loss of a hero, and here to mourn Mussolini, we are also witnessing the beginning of an era in which Italy rose again and regained the glory of Rome.

So we now stand here to mourn Mussolini and hope that his soul will rest in heaven. Amen. Xu Jun stretched out his finger and made a cross on his chest.

PS: I don't want to send it in two chapters, so I simply code it into a 4,000-word chapter.

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