It has been more than a month since the end of the world war, and more than four months since the end of the war in Europe, and although the shadow of the scars left by the war has not completely disappeared, at least the Atlantic is no longer a battlefield full of dangers. Without Allied ships and anti-submarine aircraft circling and cruising, XXI-class submarines equipped with onboard radar were able to sail quickly on the nearby surface most of the time, and Lynn's six-day, seven-night voyage was shortened to four days and five nights when he returned, a very significant change, but Oppenheimer and other physicists had no intention of doing so. From the moment they saw the German submarine on the surface, they were finally convinced that they were going to leave North America for the mysterious and dark world, so much so that it was as if they had walked into a grave en masse, depressed and depressed. During the voyage, they stayed in the submarine compartment all day and refused to move, and the symptoms of seasickness were generally severe, and their appetite was terrible. Although he was worried about their condition, Lynn was not a nanny or a psychiatrist after all, and he had said all the things that could enlighten them, and some secrets that could provoke their curiosity were revealed, but seeing that there was still no obvious effect, he had to let them continue to be decadent. When they get to the "shelter", they can't help but cooperate or not.

The voyage was shortened, and along the way Lynn found that the spirit of the submarine officers and crew had also improved significantly, the atmosphere on the boat was no longer as dull and solemn as before, and the Imperial sailors could often be heard humming their hometown tunes, and the officers were in a happy mood at their respective posts. As she chatted with them, Lynn could find optimism in their words, as if their spiritual world was being revived with the fallen empire.

Finally returning to the secret base after a long absence, Lynn stood on the deck of the submarine, and although the submarine cave was of the same scale as before, the mood of the officers and soldiers and the atmosphere in the cave had also undergone the same change, and the progress of the project that could be seen was accelerated. The dry dock next to the dock was filled with converted submarines, the armory was filled with small tracked vehicles suitable for traveling in the snow, and the monument in the square was completed in the main cave where the Imperial headquarters was located, and all the dormitory buildings on the four walls of the cave were built, and the huge chandelier on the top was dazzling. Together, it's like a slow-moving machine being tuned to the right pace, like a giant like the walking dead regaining its soul, and the reason for this change is probably not the acquisition of atomic bomb experts and materials, but the existence of a person......

Less than 60 minutes after bathing, eating, and getting dressed up in the submarine cavern, Lynn strode into the Imperial base camp. The once empty main hall was now home to hundreds of officers and officials, with Goebbels and Rommel standing on their side, an old man in a tawny uniform and an armband surrounded by the crowd. On such an occasion, he did not wear the short-brimmed military hat, nor did he pause his collar to hide his face in it, but combed the familiar three or seven points, and his face was full of long-lost confidence. It's just that the jet-black hair has turned mottled color.

This scene is familiar with a certain dream.

With extremely complicated feelings, Lynn walked all the way to the old man, and gave the most standard upright and the most powerful swing of arms.

"Long live the Führer!"

Although no one in this world can live long.

The old man nodded, and raised his right arm, which seemed so heavy that he had to exert all his strength, his fingers still trembling, but he tried his best to control the amplitude.

The old palm eventually landed on Lynn's left shoulder.

"Lynn. Gargo, you have saved the world, you have saved this country, you are a worthy hero, you have proved the sanctity of German with your vision, courage and courage, and we will eventually return to that place where dreams haunt us...... In the near future! ”

The hoarse voice spoke every word with great clarity, and at the end of the day, there was a long applause - even if the last sentence had been heard countless times in a short period of time, so long as there was hope, what matter?

As the applause subsided, the old palm left Lynn's shoulder, and it joined the other hand with a dark, unpretentious cane.

The hoarse voice sounded again, and the words were still as slow and clear as they were.

"What kind of regulations and practices...... Can we stop us from bestowing supreme honor on this messianic young man? No! Here, I solemnly declare to all that I will continue to bestow upon all such a great honour for the re-emergence of the Empire......"

The officer, who had been waiting in the back seat, touched a tray of pure black flannel with both hands, and inside was a shiny ornament.

Is it the Iron Cross of the highest rank, or is it something completely new?

Stand Adolf. Hitler in front of such a complete stranger especially Adolf. In Hitler's presence, Lynn's curiosity about the medal was insignificant.

The tray was handed to him, and the old man did not let go of his cane-holding hands, but turned his head to look at Rommel, who had pinned the medallion of an enamelled sword and shield with an iron cross and swastika in the middle to Lynn's chest.

At this moment, Lynn saw that Rommel was also wearing an identical medal on his chest, and there were only two medals in the audience.

At the same time, the old man declared: "I hereby grant the Danish Lynn, a Germanic warrior, with the divine power bestowed upon me by the Empire. The status of a knight of the Gargo Empire, enjoying national treatment, knightly allowances, and special immunity. ”

National treatment, perks, and specific immunities are largely close to the knightly treatment of the royal era, but a right-thinking leader would not covet royal power in this era, let alone during the 11-year reign of Adolf. Hitler's scholars were already more powerful than most kings. Lynn expected this to be the same as the "Grenadier" title, which was intended to evoke a sense of honor and loyalty among the warriors through the retro title.

After thanking Rommel, Lynn turned slightly to face the old man: "Salute you, my Führer!" ”

"Once the status of Imperial Knight is granted, it will not be revoked under any circumstances."

The old man spoke in the volume of a separate conversation, and everyone around him listened attentively.

"Whereas, Lynn. Gargo, for the wisdom, cunning, and courage shown during Operation Ark of the Covenant, I have decided to grant you the rank of Special Brigadier General of the Imperial Guard, as Chief Strategic Staff Officer of the Base Camp. ”

After finishing speaking, there was warm applause around again, among which I am afraid that respect is secondary, and envy is the first. From lieutenant to brigadier general, it is by no means a simple promotion of four levels, but a gap between the school officer and the general, from a low-level officer to a senior general, which can be called a step to the sky!

Although it was an unexpected accident, Lynn's face was full of joy, but his mind was very clear. The so-called chief strategic staff officer, to put it mildly, is an adviser next to the Führer, to put it bluntly, he is a counselor, and the real power is far away, and at most one or two guards and life adjutants may not be able to be fully trusted. As for the "Ark of the Covenant Operation," it should be an assault operation aimed at seizing the secrets of the US atomic bomb program; with the core experts and classified information, this groundbreaking special operations operation can be regarded as a successful completion, while the mood of the US political axe and military, which has just become the big winners of the war, may not be so pleasant. One victory and one defeat may usher in an era of special warfare that is different from conventional warfare.

Although the 56-year-old head of the empire was in a sober state of mind, and his mood was optimistic and positive, it could be seen that his physical condition was far from returning to the level that should be at this age, and his continuous speech made his sideburns red and sweaty, and his hands were clutching his cane, but he did not let others help him. After saying this, he turned his head to Rommel, the former head of the Führer's base camp guard, his henchman, and the god of war, a previously agreed look. The marshal, who had lost an eye but had not been defeated by his will, took a step forward and said in a sonorous voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have taken the first and crucial step towards revival and victory, and the road is beckoning to us, and we should all fight in close proximity without fear of hard work, abandoning military, departmental and personal prejudices! For the sake of our great Führer! For our great Germany! ”

Seizing the gap before the applause, Lynn said in a calm and not high-pitched tone: "And for the immortal dream in our hearts!" ”

The thunderous applause almost drowned out the last few words, but the Führer standing in front of him, Rommel and several others in the vicinity could still hear the content of his words. As Lynn had expected, the aging Führer looked up slightly to meet his face, and at this moment, he may have sincerely envied the youthful invincibility of the young man, who was more than 80 percent of the people in this once hopeless "refuge" base, and the real hope lay in them, not in the aging elite.

The applause waned, and Rommel turned slightly to the right, thus facing Lynn, and he held out his right hand: "Congratulations, young man! As a reward for your outstanding performance, the Führer will personally officiate at your wedding! ”

Wedding? Wedding?

What's going on?

Lynn was so surprised that her mind raced. Own wedding? The groom is sure, who is the bride? Could it be ...... This is one of the special rewards for meritorious people: the "porcelain doll" of the Führer?

Having learned of the existence of these perfect female surnames from Andri's mouth, Lynn felt that it was a bit barbaric and primitive to give away individuals with reading consciousness as gifts or rewards, and that it lacked basic respect for human rights.

Rommel smiled at Lynn's surprise and confusion, and although the smile was faint, it was the second time Lynn had seen him smile since entering the "Vault" base. The first time was at the birth banquet of Goebbels's daughter, and he looked at the gentle smile of his wife.

"In such a special era, whether it is united by love or love by union, the form is not important, the important thing is to be able to stay together."

Compared to the Führer or anyone else around him, Rommel was clearly the most qualified to say this.

(To be continued)