.“ Army Hospital? Why go to an army hospital? ”

When he learned that he would be sent to the 373rd Army Hospital, which was known as the best in Qingdao, Adolf Hitler was very surprised, after all, the unit to which he belonged was a Marine Corps, although there was no military regulation that said that naval officers and soldiers could not enter the army hospital, but as long as they were not in the front-line theater or there were special reasons, such a situation usually rarely occurred.

In fact, since the army major in front of him said that he had been ordered to come and pick him up from the ship, Adolf had felt faintly strange. Right now, he was sitting in the comfortable back seat of a high-end Daimler "Royal Guard" car, with a clean street and a large number of pedestrians, many of whom were officers of similar rank, and an open-top six-wheeled light personnel carrier in front of the car!

Even before the ship docked, Adolf did not dare to expect that he would be received in such a standard, because he was neither a general, a marshal, nor the brightest hero on the battlefield, and if there was anything unusual about himself, Adolf believed that it was his military talent that was far from being used.

"Major Adolf, this is an order from above, so, I'm sorry, I don't know the specific reason for this!"

The young army major, who was about thirty years old, who sat next to Adolf, politely bypassed the question.

"The ......," Adolf turned his head to look at the major, and then turned his head back after two seconds, "Forget it, it's nothing! ”

The young army major said nothing but a good-natured, light-hearted smile, and it was not until the white hospital building came into view that he said to Adolf:

"Don't worry, the medical equipment and medical staff there are the best in Asia!"

Adolf nodded, but the thoughts in his head were running at high speed. It was only before he could come up with a reason that his body was taken over by the senior military doctors in the hospital. It took more than two hours. Adolf felt as if he had become the subject of medical research—except for his hair and nails, almost every part of his body was examined by doctors, from the treatment of wounds to the healing of wounds, from the physiological functions of heartbeat, breathing, and blood to vision, hearing, and reactions, and stethoscopes, flashlights, tweezers, syringes dangling in front of his eyes, and finally X-rays. When Adolf's stomach began to growl, a very kind-looking old military doctor who claimed to be Professor Conrad came to him with a large list full of words.

"Major Adolf Hitler, your injuries seem to be getting better. The right hand and right foot should be healed in two months, and the left hand and left foot should be slightly slower, and it will be able to recover in half a year at most! ”

"That's great, Professor Conrad, I don't even know what to say! Thank you! Thank you! ”

Hearing such good news, Adolf was a little uncomfortable, if it weren't for the white bandages that were put on again, he might have danced with excitement, after all, for a soldier like him who aspired to show himself in the military world, it would be a sad thing for his siblings to be disabled.

The old medic nodded to his deputy. Then he walked up to Adolf: "Major."

The next three months are very important for you to recuperate, and in order to make your recovery better, we have arranged a special convalescent staff for you. As long as you actively cooperate with our rehabilitation, maintain a reasonable diet and exercise, I guarantee that your hands and feet will be even more flexible than before the injury! ”

"That's so great...... Adolf stopped abruptly before he could say the word "good".

"What? Major, isn't it good to be treated with us? ”

"No, that's not what it meant!" Adolf raised his head and looked at the kind-eyed old military doctor, "It's just that I don't quite understand, the average wounded will be sent to the rear sanatorium for treatment, why can I stay?" ”

"Major, as you know. Staying in the hospital can be much better for treatment! The old military doctor smiled and said, "There are first-class equipment and first-class personnel here, these are not comparable to those sanatoriums!" ”

"But why me?" Adolf said that he had the greatest doubts in his heart along the way.

"You?" The old medic was stunned for a moment, then laughed, leaving Adolf there with an inexplicable expression.

At this moment, the door opened, and it was the army major who had just entered.

"Professor Conrad, it's okay!" The major glanced at Adolf, then asked.

"The situation is very optimistic!" The old medic said as he handed the paper on the table to the major. "Well, here's what you want! If you can, please send him back to us as soon as possible, although his injuries are not serious, but because he is newly injured and the journey is tiring, his body is still quite weak at the moment! ”

"I'll report this to my superiors!" The army major carefully put the report card into the briefcase he carried with him, "But in the end, it is up to the superiors to decide!" ”

The old medic nodded, watching as the soldiers brought by the Major pushed Adolf out of the room and watched them leave.

"Professor, who is this major?" The old military doctor's deputy, a young doctor of twenty-seven or eighteen years old and with an ordinary appearance, asked.

"Huh?" The old military doctor turned his gaze to his deputy's face, "Young man, it's not good to be too curious!" ”

"Oh, I see!" The young doctor humbly bowed his head.

"Actually......" the old military doctor laughed a little sarcastically, "I don't know who he is, and he would make the top brass pay so much attention!" ”

At the entrance of the hospital, a sturdy soldier easily helped Adolf into the car, and the other put the extremely ordinary-looking wheelchair on the Mercedes-Benz troop carrier in front of him.

"Major, where are we going now?" When the Major had also sat up, Adolf asked.

"You'll find out in a moment!" The major still didn't reveal the inside story this time.

"Can you tell me who your superior is? Major! Adolf asked softly.

The Major turned his head and smiled at Adolf for the first time, a mysterious smile to be exact.

"You'll find out in a moment!"

Adolf was a little depressed by this answer, and the car quickly started to drive through the bustling streets and toward a distance from the center of the city.

Meanwhile, in a three-story villa on the eastern outskirts of Qingdao, court-dressed attendants are busy placing trays of fruit, snacks and all sorts of cutlery on a long wooden table. The pure white base cloth with a comfortable golden lace, silver plates, silver candlesticks and red candles, red chairs, and the gorgeous dazzling crystal chandeliers, snow-white walls, golden sconces and marble floors that reflect the human figure in this hall all show the extraordinary identity of the owner.

On the second floor, the fireplace is blazing, and the whole room is warm, with reddish-brown wooden floors, pale yellow hand-woven wool blankets and half-height sofas, the owners of the house like to read books, drink tea, or sit in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and watch the scenery quietly - there is still a long way to go from the sea, and you can only see a blue line when you look at the past, but the boundless forest sea is enough to make up for this small shortcoming.

"Your Majesty, he has completed a full body examination in the hospital, and our best medical team has confirmed that his physical condition is relatively optimistic, and there will be basically no disability left, and the detailed report will be brought with him by Major Luke! In about 20 minutes, they'll be here! ”

"Got it!" The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa on the left answered lightly.

The reporter bowed respectfully and slowly exited the room.

"Your Majesty, who is that person? I don't think you seem to entertain a single person very often! The young woman sitting on the sofa on the right said, putting down the book in her hand.

"Hmm...... How to say it, he is an ordinary but very unusual person, a typical moral ** person, ordinary in appearance but with amazing talent! The middle-aged man on the sofa on the left is also holding a book in his hand, a book full of square words, "The Art of War"!

"You know him well! I think you must be very familiar with each other! "The lady looks young, but she has a calmness and composure that transcends her years, and her appearance is very beautiful, and there is a kind of otherworldly nobility in her beauty.

The man on the left is wearing a military uniform with gray as the main color, the main body is the same as the current German army uniform, but the classical style of red background and gold edged fan-shaped wide-brimmed collar and black, white and red ribbon show his unique identity, although there is only a shining cross-shaped medal on the right chest, it is the supreme honor of the German world.

Although he has entered the age of no confusion, his body has not shown the slightest sign of fortune, listening to what the lady next to him said, he turned his head and smiled indifferently: "This is the first time we have met!" ”

"Then Your Majesty has always cared about this person!" The lady smiled lightly, omitting the praise of the German intelligence services, although these institutions and personnel always operate in hidden places, but it is well known that the German intelligence network led by the Royal Bat Legion is far ahead of any other country in the world by virtue of the country's strong economic, military, and political power!

"Actually...... In a way, at some point in my life...... I used to look up to him! "The world's greatest middle-aged man, our Gianruj William III, gently put a very delicate bookmark on the page of the book he had just read, closed the book, closed his eyes, and silently recalled everything in that world......