Since it is a formal banquet, of course, you should wear formal dresses. The reason why the Third Reich is talked about by posterity is that in addition to its powerful war machine across the continent, people are also a fascinating factor. In my impression, whether it is a senior general, a combat ace or an ordinary soldier, they all have a very flattering attire. It does not matter whether this entire series of uniforms, dresses, and combat uniforms really came from the hands of the great scholar who had been a declining painter, but the important thing is that it gave rise to a strong sense of personal honor among German soldiers, indirectly improved the combat effectiveness of the entire army, and then became the most classic military uniform system in military history.

From the Wehrmacht to the Waffen-SS to the Reich Guard, uniforms of all branches have shifted to lighter tones more suited to the northern climate, but with only minor adjustments to basic styling and accessory standards. Putting on the military uniform of the captain of the Marine Corps, Lin Enzai carefully looked in the mirror for a while, perhaps because of the heart, this face with a European silhouette looks a little similar to the real self, the neatly combed short hair retains the jet-black color from the beginning, and the slender body, broad arms, and strong muscles constitute the coveted physique. Wearing a gold German medal alone on his chest, a slightly crooked military cap, and a hint of evil smile at the corner of his mouth, he has already achieved the perfection in his mind.

There is no such thing as absolute perfection, which is why Lynn is looking for no dancing partner. Set off alone, walk alone, pass through clean and tidy passages, wait for a moment at a small platform not far from the office building of the Strategic Command, and catch an environmentally friendly and pollution-free tram. For more than a month, the construction of the base has been going on every day, with new tracks, new trams, new buildings, new monuments, memorials, heated pools, sports venues, and with the abundance of various facilities, it is becoming more and more like a city, not just a temporary shelter from enemy hunts.

Two stops later, Lynn got out of the car after two other officers with female companions, showed their badges and invitations to the guards on duty, and was allowed to enter the "Aryan Garden." In Lynn's mind, it's an urban-pastoral name, and although the cave is a little small, it is spacious with only four opposite courtyards and a shared green space. Lynn had never been here before, and only heard of it after entering the Strategic Staff - this was originally an upscale residence for the heads of the Reich, from No. 1 to No. 4 belonged to the Führer, the Commander of the Air Force, the SS Leader, and the Minister of Propaganda, and since the middle two were not honorably dismissed because of their contact with the Allies, the position of the Minister of Propaganda Goebbels was naturally moved to No. 2, and the refusal of Field Marshal Rommel, the commander of the base, made the equally luxurious Nos. 3 and No. 4 residences still vacant to this day.

Standing outside the high walls and looking inside, these courtyards that tend to be modern are nothing more than larger areas, more rockeries and trees, and better decorations, but after entering the door, I found that the upper class society is far from being as simple as imagined. The number of branches and leaves has a natural shape and luster, the flowers in the flower beds are both budding and blooming, the square lawn is more even like a carpet, and the stones that build the fountain pool and pave the ground are by no means imitations of cement.

Ever since he got out of the car, Lynn had always felt that the light here was different from other places, and he looked up curiously and was surprised to see these fake plants. It turned out that there were two light sources on the roof of the cave, one was a crystal chandelier similar to the location of the Imperial Base Camp, and the one next to it was also dazzling, but it was not an autonomous luminous body, but a spherical body composed of mirrors of many angles and sizes of different sizes. It probably uses the same principle of continuous refraction as a periscope to reflect natural light from the outside world through this spherical mirror. Of course, the light intensity is obviously insufficient by this reflection alone, so the crystal chandelier is also turned on at the same time, and the two lights are mixed together to form a unique visual environment here.

The optical equipment represented by Schott and Zeiss was originally a highlight of the German industrial system, but such an ingenious and exquisite design still surprised people, and it was too luxurious to use it for lighting so painstakingly in terms of manpower, material resources and energy. It is not surprising that the plants in the courtyard have survived thanks to natural sunlight, heating at the right temperature, and the application of fertilizer. But Lynn quickly thought that now the days are long and the nights are short in the Arctic Circle, and the sunshine is very abundant, and when the days are short and the nights are long and even enter the polar night stage, how should these delicate plants be maintained?

Obviously, these questions should be left to the royal garden engineers, not to the thoughtful military staff officers like Lynn. More than half an hour before the banquet began, thirty or forty guests had gathered in Goebbels' courtyard, the officers were all dressed in straight military dresses, and the ladies were not at all affected by the status of refugees.

Most of the ladies who had already arrived were very eye-catching to Lynn, and besides, it was useless to have more flowers from the Lord. Seeing that everyone had not yet entered the hall in the main building, he also found a relatively secluded corner in the courtyard, asked for a glass of beer to moisten his throat, and picked two pieces of barbecue to fill his stomach, always feeling that such a high-end banquet was far away from his life. After a while, a pair finally appeared: the 45th winner of the Knight's Cross with oak leaves with two swords and the youngest general of the German Army, Erich. Barn Finger and his gentle and elegant wife. Although he was unsure of the political position of the instructor surnamed Ge (and perhaps none at all), Lynn felt that Goebbels, as a powerful person who was good at using psychological tactics, would not let go of this opportunity to show his power and status, and the generals in the base must have been invited. However, it is not a good idea to talk to people blindly until you see the situation clearly, or at least in general.

After another ten minutes, the number of guests arriving at Aryan Garden No. 2 gradually increased. As Lynn expected, except for a few people in civilian clothes, the male guests were all soldiers, and ten of them were all generals and above, and he may be the only lieutenant besides the duty officer. Eva. Votridge also came, with short hair and a vigorous figure, and it was a different style to wear a dress. She sleptly walked among the guests, conversing with men and women with ease and grace, sometimes laughing, sometimes coquettish, showing the sociability of a strong woman, and to Lynn's curiosity, she didn't seem to bring a dance partner with her.

As Akari is on Goebbels' side - at least that's what Lynn thinks, Lawrenz. Bach also arrived before the banquet began, still dressed in the uniform of a general, who did not fully compliment his temperament, with a small and even somewhat petite lady in his arms. She has blonde hair, a Hepburn-like hairstyle (at this time Hepburn was still an unknown little girl, just to describe the hairstyle), her face is as petite as her body, delicate, beautiful, and her bright smile has an angelic charm for later generations of young men like Lynn. Seeing her snuggled up to Bach closely, looking like a pampered and protected happy little woman, at this moment, Lynn's envy of Bach reached its peak...... Finally, before the real protagonist of this banquet shines out, the commander-in-chief of the base, Erwin. Rommel stepped into Goebbels's courtyard, he seemed to always be that tough and rigid posture, although the scars on his face made him no longer look like the ambitious middle-aged man in the photo, but the temperament condensed through the ups and downs of the battlefield will not change, and the lady he held intimately should be his extremely beloved wife Lucy. Maureen - A woman who never set foot on the battlefield but is widely credited with influencing the course of the war. It is said that Rommel abandoned his capable deputy, General Gauss, only because of Lucy's feud with Gauss's wife. It is said that Rommel left his post before the Allied landings in Normandy mainly to celebrate Lucy's birthday. It is said that no matter how busy the war was, Rommel kept writing letters to his wife, sometimes one or two a day.

History is always left with endless speculation, and Lynn stares intently at the troubled couple, no matter what has happened in the past, the expressions on their faces and the occasional look at each other, their love for each other is greater than anything else.

A few seconds before six o'clock, Goebbels walked out of the inner hall with his wife and six children. Eight-year-old Hagrid was dressed as a noble little princess, with a happy and shy smile, and perhaps never imagined that more than a month ago, in the bunker in the center of Berlin, a little girl of her age and appearance would fall like a broken flower, which would be exchanged for her life to continue to bloom brilliantly.

Thinking of this, Lynn's mood was a little gloomy, and he looked around, all the people in the "Vault" base should have arrived, except for Adolf, the head of the empire who likes Hagrid very much. Hitler was the most regrettable absentee. Although Goebbels, Bach, and Mottchig insisted that the Führer had withdrawn from Berlin and arrived there with the Führer, Lynn had not seen his face, he had not even looked at his figure, and every time he thought about it, he always had an indescribable strange feeling in his heart, and he did not know when this thick fog would really dissipate.

Goebbels was proud to look down on the hundreds of guests gathered in his garden, and an inscrutable smile flashed across his face, especially when he saw the Rommel couple. Standing on the stone steps, he exclaimed:

"Ladies and gentlemen, on such a wonderful day today, thank you all for being able to come to Hagrid's birthday banquet - in fact, she was so happy that she didn't sleep all night yesterday, she said that she was eight years old, an adult, and capable of doing something to the country, such as having children."

At this point, the audience was full of laughter, and Goebbels laughed, but by no means to please everyone. As a warm-up to the scene, he began his high-pitched speech:

"Reproduction, the most primitive instinct of human beings, we often talk about it, but we seldom think about its true meaning. Reproduction is not simply the union and production of men and women, it determines the direction of human development, whether it is to move towards civilization in purification, or to barbarism in hybridization, the rise of some peoples and the decline of others have revealed to us this natural mystery. Today, we can proudly say that the Germans are a race that is constantly growing and growing stronger in purification, and that our history has given birth to countless heroes, and that we are standing here with the same outstanding people. There is no doubt that we have a heavy responsibility to keep this privilege alive. Although for various reasons we have not been able to win the most crucial battle for survival in German history, as long as we follow the guidance of the Führer and walk unswervingly, we will eventually be rewarded by nature, superior in wisdom and civilization to any other race, and finally win a comprehensive victory in a more crucial war. ”

From the point of view of later generations, this remark is pure racist nonsense, and Lynn didn't take it seriously when he heard it, even if the pure-bred Germanic people were able to reproduce, it would not help the revival of the empire, and it would not be enough to let a child of a few years old go to war! Because of this, if he is the last essence of the empire, he is buried in this barren land that lacks resources and relies only on geothermal power generation to climb the technology tree, and in the end, the greatest possibility is that he will be left behind by the advanced countries. But instead of realizing this, Goebbels used the banquet as a stage for his personal show. He spoke of the advanced, powerful and sacred Aryan race of the past, and the Norse race is undoubtedly the purest continuation of this ancient race. Such words are filled with fanaticism and unrealistic expectations, as if they were possessed by Himmler. Finally, in a sonorous tone, he declared:

"In order to achieve the continuation of the pure bloodline, the Führer himself ordered that a group of the best young male surnames be selected from among our elite Guards troops, and that a holy and clean union be made with our carefully selected excellent young female surnames of the Lords. There is every reason to expect that such a union will inherit the wisdom, strength, sensitivity, and perseverance of the Aryans over the rest of the race, the birth of an army of unprecedented strength, and the final victory of the Holy War of Germany. Adolph. Long live Hitler! Long live the German Reich! ”

In the loud echo of everyone, Lynn opened her mouth and danced her arms "indiscriminately", but the expression on her face was a little indifferent. Is this really an order from the Führer himself?

It was only after this grand and high-profile opening that the banquet entered the real theme. In the first dance, Hagrid is the main character, and she walks straight up to Field Marshal Rommel and reluctantly asks the legend and the first guardian of the base, who has been scarred by the Allied air raids, to dance. Rommel gladly accepted, one tall and one short, one old and one young, one with heavy steps, one immature, and under the gaze of everyone, they danced to the light music, which was not beautiful, but at least the beat and melody were still accurate, and the straight military uniform and the white princess dress were always a perfect match. At the end of the dance, the pair, who are very different in age, received a round of applause.

(To be continued)