"Führer, are we really going to hand over the command of the 84th Division to the emissary?" In the military tent, Yang Qingyi had already left with Natasha, and Blaswitz dialed Hitler's phone again, because Braswitz was somewhat incomprehensible about the decision made by Hitler's Führer.

"Blaswitz, what do you want to say?" In the Führer's office, Hitler said with a blank face.

"No, your subordinates are not questioning your decision, they just think ...... The envoy may be above the ordinary people, but marching and fighting may not be the envoy's strength. A bead of sweat oozed from Braswitz's forehead, and he could already hear the dissatisfaction in the Führer's tone, and at this time he could only try to be as tactful as possible.

"Blaswitz, do you know when Cheng En and I met?" Hitler pondered for a long time, and finally sighed slowly.

"My subordinates heard a little bit about it before, it seems to have been thirty-two years ago?"

"No, that's when I left Vienna for Munich, and I really met twenty-eight years ago." Hitler looked up at the snow-white ceiling and couldn't help but think back to that snowy day twenty-eight years ago.

"Twenty-eight years ago, I was just a small person at the bottom of society, that winter, I was kicked out of the rental house because I had no money, and I had to live in the chicken feather shop where I worked, which only had a bunk, and the quilt was not only thin but also very tattered, so during that time, I couldn't sleep every night, and could only shiver in the cold wind." I don't know why, at this time, Hitler was full of thoughts in his heart, and he completely lost his original image of the iron-blooded Führer.

"Until that Christmas Eve in December, I met Cheng En, a Chinese four years younger than me, on the snowy streets. He was sitting on a bench on the side of the street watching the snow, holding two glasses of steaming milk. And I, I walked past him with my body shaking in my arms, and then he suddenly stopped me and asked me if I wanted to have a glass of milk before leaving. ”

"Then I sat down on the bench with a steaming glass of milk in my hand, and I felt like the whole world was warm."

"We started chatting, and then he found out about my situation, and that Christmas Eve, he didn't hesitate to take me home, gave me a new set of clothes, and then let me have a Christmas dinner with his family, and honestly, it was the best food I've ever eaten in my life, that table of Chinese food cooked by Aunt Cheng herself."

"For me, Cheng En's family is like an angel descending on the world, an angel that belongs to me, in the most impoverished period of my life, if it weren't for them, maybe I would have frozen to death in the early morning when the sun rose."

"And now, the angel who once helped me has returned, and just when I was once again facing the most difficult predicament in my life, Cheng En appeared in front of me again, and he decided to help me without hesitation, Blaswitz, do you know how many enemies the Nazis have now?" Hitler slowly closed his eyes, and the mood that had been anxious all the time was slowly becoming calmer, and at this time, Hitler suddenly felt full of confidence again!

Braswitz listened to the Führer's words in silence, and at this time he knew that the Chinese named Cheng En was not just a deceased for Hitler's Führer, he played an extremely important role in Hitler's Führer's life.

"Führer, I know I shouldn't say it again, it's just ...... You haven't met him yet, it's just a phone call, can you be sure that the messenger is Mr. Cheng En? Brasswitz was careful with his words, but after he had finished speaking, he had almost guessed the Führer's reaction, and sure enough, after a moment of silence, the Führer's angry roar sounded in the microphone!

"Von Braswitz! Are you so happy to question my decision? Or do you think I, Hitler, am already old and dizzy? Can't I even remember my former benefactor? Who gave you the audacity to question and deny my decision again and again? Don't you even think of me, the Führer? Yes!? ”

After the roar, there was a heavy gasp in the microphone, and Blaswitz hurriedly apologized: "I'm very sorry Führer, I'm just ......"

"Alright." Hitler spoke again, but without the previous anger, he said a little tiredly: "Blaswitz, I'm sure that Islamafil is Cheng En, there is no doubt about this, and, even if I am really wrong, Blaswitz, do you think we have any other way out?" ”

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In the barracks, Yang Qingyi and Natasha were walking towards the medical area under the leadership of two soldiers, and after getting tired of seeing the scene in the German barracks, Natasha jumped on Yang Qingyi's back with a tiger pounce, hugged Yang Qingyi's neck and asked softly: "Raphael, who is that Cheng En?" Surely it's not you. ”

Thanks to the old phone service, Natasha naturally heard what Hitler said, and the smart Natasha immediately felt that Hitler should have been deceived by Yang Qingyi, but how to do it, Natasha didn't know very well.

"Hehe, little Natasha is very smart." Yang Qingyi smiled and put Natasha on his back and explained in a low voice: "Before coming to this world to carry out a mission, I have clearly investigated Hitler's life and deeds, in the four years from 1909 to 1913, Hitler spent time in Vienna, at that time he was very poor, life was very difficult, and during that period of time, the biggest help to him was a Chinese family, so he always wanted to repay them, However, it is a pity that after Hitler left Vienna in 13 years, he could no longer find this Chinese family, so this also became a regret for Hitler, and I just gave Hitler a chance to complete the regret. ”

"That's amazing...... But I always felt that Adolf Hitler was too easy to deceive, and if I were the Führer, I would never have believed you so easily. Little Natasha raised her eyebrows and hummed confidently.

"Actually, I don't know much, because this account is relatively vague, and there is no detailed description of the Chinese family that helped Hitler, not even a name, I am actually just using a background."

"Ah, how do you know what you're called, Raphael, and what you're talking about?" Natasha looked at Yang Qingyi's side face suspiciously, expecting a profound answer in her heart.

"This one...... Secret. Yang Qingyi deliberately dragged out a long note, and finally fooled Natasha with the word secret. In fact, what Yang Qingyi did was very simple, in the process of conversation, it was enough to guide Hitler through mental fluctuations, not only to guide emotions, but also to guide the direction of memory. In fact, for a man like Hitler, who has worn out his feelings almost nothing because of his long political career, it is difficult for him to recall what the Chinese family that once rescued him was like, those were just fragments of a corner of his memory, and as for specific things, hehe, God knows how much more Hitler could remember.

That is, with Hitler's vague memory, Yang Qingyi slowly guided his memory to the direction that Yang Qingyi hoped through the influence of mental fluctuations, and the final result was that in Hitler's vague memory, Yang Qingyi added some pictures he hoped to have, and then, logically, the character of Cheng En became a very important figure in Hitler's life. It's just that it becomes more 'clear' under Yang Qingyi's processing, and it won't cause any backlash from Hitler.

Psychic fluctuations, what a wonderful ability, isn't it?