In the German Chancellery, the national leader of the SS was like an ant on a hot pot, turning around in his office, because Hitler's patron Hitler was unconscious, and it was only a matter of the past few days that he went to see God. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Wehrmacht and the SS never dealt with each other, and the top brass of the Wehrmacht always looked down on Himmler, the "chicken farmer", and as soon as Hitler died, Himmler was the target of his purge.

So Himmler has been on good terms with Rommel, the successor, and Himmler just wants to use Rommel to save his life and power.

But at such a fatal time, the successor designated by the Führer was actually thousands of miles away in Africa, and he was besieged under the city of Cairo, could Himmler not be in a hurry?

Himmler was anxious, and at this time there was an undercurrent in Germany, and someone wanted to take the opportunity to usurp the Führer, and this person was Army Commander-in-Chief Brauchitsch, which of course could not be concealed from Himmler, who was in charge of the Gestapo.

Himmler was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and he kept circling around his office while muttering to himself:

"You are Rommel, aren't you known as the god of war, why is this happening? Why is this the case? You are steady, winning steadily, and you are not slow!

Attacking and advancing thirty or fifty kilometers a day, what's the wrong thing, you have to take the troops to race more than 300 kilometers in ten hours, okay! You cow, now the whole Afrika Korps is in danger! And you're besieged under the city of Cairo! Damn Marshal Rommel, you are a stupid pig, a complete stupid pig and an idiot, if you don't know Berlin, you can't keep your Führer's position, don't even want to save your life.

O my God! What should I do? Woowoo woo ......"

Himmler, the owner of the chicken farm, needed Rommel's new backstage so much that all his dreams came to naught, and Himmler began to sobble as he cursed.

Suddenly, a murmur began to be heard over the radio on the wall of Himmler's office, and after a few seconds, the voice of a beautiful woman came out:

"Radio Berlin, now on the latest report of the war, our invincible Afrika Korps captured Cairo, the capital of Egypt, at 12 noon today, and occupied its presidential palace, which by this time was already flying with the German flag.

The remnants of the Egyptian army in Cairo are being cleared, and the 300,000 British troops outside Cairo who are trying to counterattack are also repulsed by our heroic and invincible Afrika Korps......

After listening to the radio, Himmler's mouth was open, he couldn't say a word, the tears in the corners of his eyes were still hanging on his face, and the saliva at the corners of his mouth had begun to fall ticking.

"Haha...... Victorious...... Ha ha...... Victorious, I knew that my brother, Field Marshal Rommel, was a genius of war, that he was my angel, my gospel, oh my God Almighty! You have cared so much for me, and how can I thank you? My brother ......"

"Bumper ...... Bumper ......"

A knock at the door interrupted Himmler's madness.

"Who! Come in, talk about something, and be happy! ”

What came in was a very plump, sexy female secretary, the turbulent ****, the uniform collapsed tightly, Zhou walked trembling and trembling, as if she was about to squeeze the bra on her chest at any time and jump out, and the plump buttocks also twisted and twisted with every step.

The beautiful secretary who came in threw a wink at Himmler, and then said to Himmler in a snort:

"My Commander-in-Chief, this is an urgent message from the Afrika Korps."

As soon as he heard that it was an urgent telegram from the Afrika Korps, Himmler came to the sexy beautiful secretary in two steps, took the telegram with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to the plump buttocks of the beautiful secretary.

"Uh-huh......"

"Hoo ......"

Different voices come from different people, but the two have the same feeling, that is, "cool".

Himmler looked at the telegram and pushed forward vigorously, ushering in a burst of coquettish beauty in his arms.

"Haha...... My brother Marshal Rommel is going back to Berlin, oh! It was Rommel who was going to Berlin, and he asked me to help clear the streets, but what are you doing clearing the streets!! Oh, if you don't understand it, you don't want to, and you have a headache. ”

Himmler let go of the coquettish and beautiful secretary, turned around and left, and after just two steps, he turned back and said to the coquettish female secretary with misty eyes:

"Ye is happy today, when he finishes his work, I will teach you a good lesson, haha, my brother is charging on the battlefield, and my master is going to charge in the office today...... Haha......"

"Hmm...... Leader...... How are you...... People don't want it! ……”

Nima, oh! The coquettish and beautiful secretary's voice made people's bones loosen, and even after coming to the Buddha, he couldn't stop it!

"You **** wait for the master, the master will come when he goes, and the master will definitely let you kneel under Lao Tzu's crotch and sing conquest...... Ha ha...... Ye is not Huang Rong, Ye does not know martial arts......"

Himmler, who laughed, put his hand under his crotch and stroked it, feeling that the cock was a little thicker than his little finger, and then left very satisfied, Himmler whispered crookedly as he walked:

"Yes, my second brother, you finally gave strength today, you can finally be longer and thicker than your little finger, yes, yes, yes, I will reward you with a beautiful woman."

Himmler, of course, went to gather the SS in order to impose martial law on the streets in front of the Reichstag, and Brauchitsch wanted to usurp the Führer's position, so he would take the lead in occupying a key department, and then impose martial law on Berlin, although the defense of Berlin was in the hands of the Wehrmacht, but his own SS was not vegetarian.

This chicken farmer doesn't know if he was a "chameleon" in his previous life, changing his face is faster than turning a book, having common interests is brothers, if there is no common interest, farts are not, in fact, when it comes to Himmler's level of characters, interests are the best emotional bonds, and everything else is unreliable, Rommel is not the same as Himmler, most of them are not much better.

"Wow...... Woo oh ......" Soon the shrill sirens sounded in the sky, and a regiment of SS troops in police cars, tanks, or cars or running began to stand guard in front of the Empire State Building, and even the high-ranking officials who wanted to go to the Empire State Building on errands were told to take a detour to the back door.

Not a single person or car was allowed on a street in front of the entire Reichstag, and Himmler was now stiff-waisted, not afraid of being sued, and the new Führer was about to arrive in Berlin, and he was a dragon. (To be continued.) )