On the last day of 2011, I would like to thank you for your support throughout the year, and sincerely wish you all good health and good luck in the new year!

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Walk down a narrow corridor into another hall, but it's not yet the final place of the audience. There were already eight soldiers standing here, some of whom, judging by their uniforms, were in the Wehrmacht, and some were attached to the SS units. The most handsome of them is a young armored officer, who has a melon seed face, black from head to toe, a calm expression, a torch-like gaze, and already wears an Iron Cross on his chest.

Lynn guessed that this was an armor leader, and perhaps the numbers in the battle book had surpassed many old-timers!

Looking at the others, most of them were young lieutenants, non-commissioned officers, and soldiers, except for the highest-ranking major, who looked slightly older, but never more than 45 years old. They were tall and short, with different appearances, and the army insignia they wore on their bodies were also different, but in the solemn and solemn atmosphere, Lynn felt that each of them seemed quite calm and calm, and the courage tempered by the blood and fire of the battlefield was by no means something that ordinary civilians and ordinary soldiers could have.

If he could take these elites for his own use, Lynn thought to himself that he could open a high-end mercenary company after the war! With the quality and ability of German soldiers, the French Foreign Legion can be called to rest and cool off, so that there is no need for the United States to form black water, waste water, or anything, and it can even compete with the special operations forces in various countries. That scene, just think about it, it's a mess!

After waiting in place for about a quarter of an hour, another column of soldiers came in from the passage just now, and the three groups of people added up to exactly 24 people, two dozen!

Suddenly, the double door on the other side slowly opened, and an SS captain with a handsome appearance, burly figure and straight uniform was stepping out, his appearance and temperament should be regarded as the ideal standard of a German soldier, and the words he spoke were also pronunciation standards, and he was full of neutrality, but in such an environment, he deliberately lowered his volume:

"Ladies and gentlemen! It is my honour to inform you that you will be personally received by the Führer, in the presence of Field Marshal Keitel, Chief of Staff of the Supreme Command, and General Hausser, Waffen-SS. Now, check your attire carefully and make sure that the Führer sees your neat and refreshed side! ”

Lynn pulled her clothes casually, but there was a little excitement in her heart that she couldn't bear it: this is the first historical celebrity she has seen with her own eyes, a living historical celebrity!

"Hey, man, can you help me?"

Lynn was slightly surprised when this cautious voice came from behind him, and he turned to see that it was the SS second lieutenant who had spoken for him earlier, and he was trying to button the collar with his left hand, but the movements looked clumsy.

With a gesture, of course Lynn would not refuse, buttoned up, he gave the other party a friendly and relaxed smile, and glanced down when he turned around. No wonder, it turned out that the ensign's entire right palm was wrapped in white gauze. At this time, Lynn suddenly remembered the "butcher", the SS soldier who was always fearless on the battlefield. In terms of courage and will, I am afraid that I am still a little behind, but the difference is that I have the appreciation and help of Eric and Bach. Thinking about it, among the millions of German officers and soldiers, he and the 23 people around him may not be the top, but they are all really lucky.

With only one minute left for the soldiers who were about to be received by the Führer, the captain spoke again: "Please line up in order of rank, with the Wehrmacht in front and the SS in the back!" ”

Compared with the "pig-headed major", the captain's serious but not powerful tone is more acceptable. Lynn stood calmly at the back of the line, but not at the end - there were two tall, ordinary soldiers in the back.

Perhaps to ease the tension, the soldier behind him whispered, "You're Lynn. Gargo? My name is Hans. Leincter, from the 'Skeleton' Division! ”

Your fame spread so quickly? Lynn was very surprised, but thinking that the other party might have heard what the "Pig-headed Major" said when he was being harassed just now, he replied tepidly and softly: "Oh, I'm Lynn, and I belong to the 'Nordic' division!" Nice to meet you! ”

"Did you really kill a company of the Soviet army by yourself?" The broad-shouldered, slightly emaciated SS soldier sounded a little unconfident in his tone, as if his exploits were not worth mentioning compared to Lynn's.

Lynn didn't like to brag about himself, and he told the truth: "In order to cover the troops, I stopped the Russian soldiers on the hill alone, they may not be the size of a company, and I only killed some of them, and I unfortunately hung up the lottery!" ”

As soon as the two of them opened the conversation, the SS captain, who had been leading the way in front, was already standing by the double-opened door, and when he heard a voice, he swept it with a serious gaze, and the two of them immediately obediently closed their mouths.

Once you pass through the door, you will still see a long corridor, but the thick carpets, wood-framed murals, and the lampshades in the ceiling all give a very different sensory impression, and the white light at the end of the corridor can easily give the illusion that there is a hole in the sky. It is not until you actually enter it that people realize that this is nothing more than a larger, more elaborate and richly decorated rotunda - it is like a shrunken royal banquet hall, with a dazzling crystal lamp hanging under the curved dome, surrounded by frescoes, pillars, vases, curtains, huge eagle emblems with wings ready to fly, and a swastika banner with a dazzling background.

The group was finally led to the center of the rotunda and stood in two rows, and after waiting for a while, the heavy wooden door diagonally opposite slowly opened, and with a sound of light footsteps, the owner of the underground palace finally appeared.

"Stand upright...... Salute! ”

The slogan is powerful and powerful, and the sound of leather boots with legs together is neat and consistent. It wasn't until the old man in a German-style flat-topped short-brimmed military hat, a dark gray trench coat, and a slight hunched waist led a group of burly generals to the front of the team that the military official shouted: "Finish the salute!" ”

Everyone lowered their hands in unison, and raised their chests as high as they could—but the gesture tugged at the wound in her arm, and Lynn pulled back a little in pain.

There was no band, no host, no reporters, and the only photographer who took the photo was a soldier in a Wehrmacht uniform, and the ceremony was surprisingly low-key.

The madman who once made the whole of Europe and the world tremble, the super-orator who always appeared in front of the public with high spirits and a mouthful of words, the leader who claimed to bring prosperity to the country for a thousand years, at this time he was like a bad old man who was afraid of light and cold, and wrapped his whole person tightly under his military cap and coat, leaving only half of his old face and his head slightly bowed. Lynn, who was standing in the back row, couldn't see his dignity at all.

"Carreton. Major Schchemitt...... Bühler. Lieutenant Wolf ......"

The young captain, who had been in charge of leading the way, was now holding a folder and reading out the names one by one in order of rank from rank to bottom, and the person who was called immediately took a step forward. Lynn noticed that the old man's hat was turning as the position of the man in the ranks changed, but he didn't know what kind of mentality the leader was looking at the excellent soldiers who were still fighting bravely in these difficult situations. Proud? Pride? Helpless? Bemoan? Or is it both?

Under the gaze of the old man and several senior generals beside him, a young Wehrmacht colonel in his fifties stepped forward steadily, took out the medals from the tray held by the accompanying soldiers, pinned them to the chests of the twelve soldiers in front of him one by one, and whispered something to each of them, Lynn guessed that it was a kind of polite words of praise or encouragement, and the real protagonist, at this time, was a little anxious, and seemed to not want to spend more than a moment on such an occasion, but he finally did not leave halfway, He didn't turn his head to talk to his generals, just stood there motionless, silently waiting.

When the colonel put a medal on the first platoon of soldiers, the captain holding the roster shouted: "Front row...... Turn right and move forward at a fast pace...... Stop, turn left ......"

After this adjustment, Lynn's eyes were no longer barrier-free, and he was able to face the founder and destroyer of the Third Reich from a distance of about ten meters, and the devil in the eyes of most people. At this moment, he thought of the pale, old and irrational head of the empire in "The Destruction of the Empire", and the person in front of him was even more thin and haggard than him, where he could still see the aggressive momentum, all that was left was weakness and fatigue, as if he could die suddenly at any time.

"Antwert. Lieutenant Ral...... Kurt. Second Lieutenant Golober ......"

The roll call began again, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the people in the queue were getting closer and closer, and soon, the people next to him also came forward. The more this time came, the more Lynn was not nervous, and waited until "Lynn. Sergeant Gargo", he took a step in what he considered to be the most standard posture, standing proudly with his chest.

The roll call soon ended, and an SS colonel with a knight's cross on his collar stepped forward and placed medals in the same posture on the twelve elite members of the Waffen-SS units. Although he moved quickly, Lynn was still aware of the increasing agitation of the Imperial Führer, had he lost patience with everything?

The colonel, with his hair full of hair, finally came to Lynn, and he smelled of a man's perfume, which was much better than the strong, choking smell of gunsmoke. When there was a shining Iron Cross on his chest, Lynn finally heard the encouragement he gave himself: Germany is proud of you!

When the colonel had awarded the last soldier a medal and returned to his place, the Imperial Führer, standing at the front of the line, finally moved—Lynn had expected him to say at least "do a good job," but he just swept the young warriors with a cold gaze and walked towards the gate without looking back, leaving Lynn with a lonely and lost back.

To this day, the collapse of the empire has been reversed by extraordinary human power.