Returning to the Führer's Mansion in the car, all you saw was a peaceful and busy scene. The once chaotic and dilapidated Berlin, the Berlin after the defeat, is now completely forgotten, and what remains is the Berlin that has become the heart of Europe.

The weather in Berlin in May is already very good, and the temperature here is very comfortable towards the end of June. Flowers with unknown names have bloomed here, but those high-ranking officials of various departments wearing black military uniforms and gray-green military uniforms pass back and forth, adding to the tension here.

"Let's have dinner together in a while, I originally wanted the army to directly promote you to lieutenant colonel, but in the school you are going to, the original person in charge is a lieutenant colonel...... So I changed my plans on the fly and gave you only the rank of major. Accardo said to Wren in the rocking car.

The car they were in was a Mercedes-Benz luxury car that could seat six people, and the interior was quite spacious, and Alice was placed in another car, and next to Wren sat a somewhat ordinary-looking young officer.

There was no reason for the security services to allow a person who had made a mistake in the Führer's security to board the Führer's car, and in order to ensure the personal safety of Accardo, in addition to Anna, a personal bodyguard, a guard was deliberately arranged to be in the Führer's car.

Counting the lieutenant on the driver and co-pilot, this can be regarded as barely ensuring that the Führer will not be injured by Wren who suddenly can't think of driving in the car. Although Accardo felt that this was completely superfluous, he was indeed not a person now, but represented many people in the entire empire, and the safety of the Führer was related to the future of the empire, which was not a joke in the hearts of others.

"It doesn't make a difference, military rank is actually a dispensable thing for me. Wren replied open-mindedly: "It is already very satisfying to give me such a good job, so that I don't have to rely on killing people to find a sense of existence." ”

The car stopped at the main entrance of the Führer's residence, and an officer stepped forward and helped Accardo open the thick door. The dozen or so soldiers standing at the door all stood upright, raised their arms and saluted: "Long live Führer Accardo?"

Accardo jumped out of the car and waved his hand casually, signaling for everyone to finish. He motioned for Rennes, who got out of the car first, and Anna to go in with him, and then took a step into the most central, powerful and mysterious place in the whole of Germany.

At this time, a man who looked like an officer hurried over, and then deliberately slowed down at a distance from Accardo. Several of the guards who had already prepared had already set their eyes on this seemingly somewhat unusual comer, but he slowed down in time to dispel most of the people's guards.

"Long live Führer Accardo, long live Rudolph!" the officer saluted, then walked up to Accardo's side, leaned into Accardo's ear, and whispered a startling message: "My Führer, I have just received the news that General Rokossovsky has committed suicide in the Army Intelligence Department. ”

Accardo was stunned for a moment, then looked at the officer with a shocked expression: "What are you talking about? Say it again! What are you kidding, didn't I give the order to take a good look at him?"

Although Wren, who was standing next to Accardo, did not hear what the news reported by the other party was, from Accardo's eyes, he could see that this was something that made the Führer very angry. So he smiled and walked up to Accardo's side and said, "You can eat any day, if you have something urgent today, then it will be the same another day." ”

"I'm sorry! I have to get there! After all, this is a matter that I need to solve. Accardo's angry eyes moved away from the officer of the Army Intelligence Department, and he finally calmed down before he said to Wren: "Anna, arrange a car to take Wren and Alice away, prepare the car, I want to go to the Army Intelligence Headquarters!"

There is no doubt about it, as long as it is not a brain idiot, just think about it to know how much the United States and the USSR will do in this matter. The unexplained death of a high-ranking Soviet general who led the surrender in Berlin would in itself have a huge impact on the surrender of the German army in the future.

The officers who were about to surrender seemed to have to think about whether their heads were worth as much as General Rokossovsky. As long as the surrender is reduced by a tenth, then Rokossovsky's death can be considered worth the money.

And that's not even counting the part where the media of other countries poured dirty water on Germany, and if they deliberately played up Rokossovsky's death, then the various versions of gossip would be enough to break down for a while. The brutal killing of prisoners and the mistreatment of surrendered officers were enough to cause the German government's credibility to be depleted.

Another thing that annoyed Accardo was that his absorption and use of enemy generals was too unsuccessful, except for a general Vlasov whose character has been proven in history, in the entire German expansion war, few generals captured by the German army surrendered to the German camp.

Who stipulates that the male protagonist in the novel, Wang Ba, is shocked, and those famous generals and thinkers in history have become the little brothers? Why can those guys who lead countless historical ministers to sweep Liuhe in the story do it easily? Why can't they do it themselves?

Marshal Tukhachevsky himself sent people to rescue him, but as a result, he would rather die than leave the Soviet Union; in the North African battlefield, the famous general Montgomery was finally captured, but as a result, this eldest brother played the trick of retreating to the mountains and forests, ignoring all the benefits given by Germany, that is, not participating in the military and political system of the Axis powers; and now he tried his best to capture a Rokossovsky, but he committed suicide without taking care of him......

Could it be that these damned famous generals of history all have a pair of steel and iron bones? They are all equipped with blood vessels made of dragon liver and phoenix gall alloys? Why are they so desperate to die and unyielding? It stands to reason that these generals should not have been the meaning of the German high-level casual words of persuasion to surrender, and these generals willingly rallied around the big family of the Axis powers to contribute to the four modernizations of Greater Europe?

The car stopped in front of the building of the Army Intelligence Headquarters, and Accardo, accompanied by Anna, walked into the building of the Intelligence Headquarters with his feet raised. Gascoll was already standing in the doorway to greet Accardo, and the officers behind him stood up and raised their hands in salute as Accardo passed.

"All right! Salute and shout slogans, I can find them everywhere. I want people who can reduce the trouble for the Empire......" Accardo ignored the apprehensive officers and walked into the building with his feet up. Those who remained to greet them looked ashamed, after all, they really did not do a good job of taking advantage of Rokossovsky.

Walking to the cell where the special prisoners were kept, Accardo saw General Rokossovsky, who had a very ugly death. He took off his trousers, tied his belt to the doorbeam of the cubicle, kicked off the books on his feet, and hanged himself in this luxurious cell in good condition.

"This man...... Why are you still hanging here?" looked at the hero of the Soviets in the original time and space, frowned and did not speak for a long time. After a long time, he finally remembered something, and turned back to the person behind him.

"I'm sorry! Because we knew you were going to come and see for yourself, we didn't move the scene......" Gascoll lowered his head and hurried to answer Accardo's question. Man died at his hands, and he has an unshirkable responsibility for this.

Who would have thought that this Rokossovsky would end the front-line work so cooperatively, and even helped sort out a lot of shells and food buried in Stalingrad, now called St. Rudolph. He was escorted back to Germany from the front in a proper manner, and then lived in a regular manner for several days. Eating and sleeping on time, and even joking and chatting with the people around him, who would have thought that such a high-ranking general who had not been mistreated would commit suicide without warning?

"Don't you have a brain? Hurry up and get him down. Take care of the wound and let the autopsy department prepare a good post-mortem report!" Accardo gritted his teeth and reminded his henchmen, "Remember! This is suicide...... Prepare the full rhetoric, memorize it until you believe it, and get out there!"

"Understood! Please rest assured, I will arrange this matter myself!" Gascoll hurriedly agreed. He knew that this incident had added a lot of trouble to his idol Führer Accardo, so he was not in a good mood right now, and if Accardo hadn't rushed over, he would have been cursing in his office right now.

Accardo waved his hand, then looked back at the intelligence officers behind Gascol. Then he stretched out his hand and beckoned a middle-aged man who looked more stable: "I'll leave this matter to you! If something goes wrong, I'll find someone to take over all your duties, understand?"

"Yes, my Führer!" replied the middle-aged officer, with an excited face, and a loud salute.

Accardo nodded, then looked at Gascoll, who was a little stunned, and explained, "I have no doubt that you can do things well with your own hands. But if the whole intelligence department can't do things without you, Gascoll, then what do I want this department to do?

He pointed to the body of General Rokossovsky, who had been put on the ground and was lying quietly, and finally sighed and continued: "After the arrangements are made, leave photos and evidence, and then find a better place to bury it!"