After the photoshoot, Accardo smiled and left his seat and talked to Marie Curie, who had no affection for Germany: "How are you recovering?"

In another time and space, Marie Curie died of acute leukemia in 1934 due to exposure to too much radioactive material. However, in this time and space, Accardo funded the Curies in the private name of the White Lanhua Group, and saved the famous scientists in this field of physics with a better experimental environment.

But Marie Curie has been in poor health for a long time in emitting physics experiments, so Accardo asked. Probably only he himself in the world knows that he saved Marie Curie's life and extended the life of this great scientist by more than two years.

"My Führer, I hope you will fulfill your promise! I urge your cruel henchman named Heydrich to restore order in Poland as soon as possible, and to help the Polish people as much as possible out of their predicament. Marie Curie had always considered herself Polish, and the reason why she agreed to come here to help Germany develop a terrible superweapon was because Reinhardt Heydrich instructed the SS to threaten the Curies with tens of thousands of lives in Poland.

"Don't be funny, Marie Curie, I know that you still don't agree with me about starting a war, but please understand that Poland has a future only when it is with Germany. Accardo said confidently to Marie Curie.

"There is no point in saying this, Yuan is born first. We can come here, even if we can't help ourselves, we will do our duty. Marie Curie coughed softly a few times before she spoke: "Our research was personally funded by your wife, so in fact we owe you a favor, but you don't owe us anything." ”

In the early years, Accardo used the hidden Wehrmacht arrears to fund some of the most discouraged physicists, including Albert Einstein and others, who were close friends with him, and the Curies also worked in the Blazer Group and received a salary that seemed staggering enough at the time. It was precisely because of these unclear personal emotional entanglements that the Curies agreed to stay in Germany to continue their scientific research after the death of Poland.

"No, ma'am, I owe you and your husband a promise. "After the war," said Accardo, "I assure you that the Poles will be treated as normal citizens of the Third Reich, and that I will make up for the suffering they have suffered during the war as much as possible." ”

"Believe me, Yuan is born first. The damage inflicted on the Polish people by the war, and the damage inflicted on me by the loss of Poland, is a wound that no amount of compensation can heal. Marie Curie's expression was a little gloomy, and she said sadly as she accompanied Accardo to the building.

"I know, but I can assure you that the repression of Poland will gradually weaken, and it will become a new paradise. "We invaded there not to destroy, but to lead the whole world, to form a new order - that's all," Accardo said. ”

"I hope so!" said Marie Curie, who walked through the door and followed Accardo to the conference room with the scientists around her, and the dinner party began shortly after, and the atmosphere of discussion was very lively because of Einstein's arrival.

"Yes, to a certain extent, this formula can be reduced to a similar result equal to (m1-m2)v1/......" Bohr and Einstein spent the afternoon discussing topics of interest to them, and Accardo hastened to avoid these scientific madmen under the pretext of visiting and inspecting, if he had been with these people, it was estimated that within 20 minutes he would have revealed his flaws as a liberal arts student, and then be scoffed at by a large group of physicists, and the image of a master prophet that he had built up with great difficulty would disappear in an instant.

Because the senator was in a hurry to leave here and return to Berlin to visit Chancellor Augustus, who had been ill for a long time. So dinner should be a few hours in advance. A group of scientists was also not interested in hanging out with the Führer, so they were more willing to send the Führer away and hurry to write down what had just been discussed.

A sumptuous dinner kicks off immediately, and a variety of delicacies are always available here. With a dedicated fund funded by the Blanche Group, you can enjoy almost some of the best food in the world, with ingredients that you can't even think of anywhere else in Germany. I heard that Marie Curie liked to eat sea fish, and there was even a cold freezer specially prepared for her.

The dinner was a great one, with good steaks, classic French cuisine and great music. In the huge fireplace, the beating fire fills the entire dining lobby with a warm and poetic feeling.

It was still afternoon near Berlin, Germany, and the German soldiers on the eastern front had already looked at the gradually darkening sky and began to eat their dinner on time. Some people need a fireplace, music, and silver knives and forks for dinner, while others have dinner when they just need the enemy's shells to explode nearby.

A cauldron was steaming, and the container in his hand was filled with the fragrance of chemical oil. No one cares about these boxes that were originally filled with chemicals, but now they are lunch boxes that have been used many times.

Being able to eat a delicious meal in the harsh winter is already a very happy thing for the soldiers who have been fighting, not to mention that this meal is still heated and cooked, which can be said to be a gift from God. Everyone had a smile on their faces, and it seemed that the soldiers of the entire 502 Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion were in a good mood at this moment.

The icy wind whipped against the tents, and camping in the wilderness was a very complicated and tedious job for any army. However, this kind of thing is quite bearable for armored troops, after all, many times, they sit in tanks, enjoying the noise and warmth of the roaring engine.

"Potatoes again, my God, why don't these farm idiots plant beef in the field?" Bruce grumbled, pouring boiling water into the bag of potato flour. This food, along with corn flour and fried noodles, constituted almost the entire emergency ration system for former soldiers of the Third Reich.

Wren was sitting on an empty gasoline drum next to the tank, wiping down his MP-44 assault rifle. Hearing Bruce wailing there, he looked up at Andre and Bowman, who were gobbling up in the distance. Not far away, cars drove by, full of infantry, and behind them were trailers with ammunition boxes, or a 105 mm howitzer.

These cars belonged to a mechanized infantry division of the 1st Panzer Army, which had already exchanged fire with the Soviets at the front, and they were ordered to rush to support the 1st Panzer Division, which was breaking through the enemy's lines. As for the 3rd SS Panzer Division, where Wren was located, it was now waiting for the arrival of the replenishment, and there was no task to attack for the time being.

"Hey, Wren, do we have any sausages, cut them up and throw them in the mashed potatoes? Bruce yelled, complaining to Wren on the side that his food was not to his liking.

"You asked this question the other day, our sausage ration is long gone, and with you we have some shit left. Andre laughed as he ate the mashed potatoes in his lunch box and cursed Bruce. Alice held her lunch box and smiled from ear to ear as she leaned against the tank next to Wren.

On the battlefield in the distance, the Germans were fighting with the Soviet soldiers defending the Caucasus. Artillery rumbled, and more German soldiers moved their steps along the road or beyond the barren ridges toward the battlefield. Their lives, like bullets in the chamber of a gun, are consumed little by little on the front line like a meat grinder, in exchange for the inspiring victory that follows.

Because the company in Wren's hand had no combat losses, there were no new reinforcements coming in, and the 2nd company next door was now training the recruits on the two newly replenished tanks because it lost two tanks in the last battle.

Just after Wren finished wiping his weapon, the famous No. 112 tank of the 1st Company, which was scarred, roared and drove more than ten meters away from Wren's tank. Marcus got out of his tank and grumbled as he walked over to Wren.

"Damn, you didn't say wait for me, the tracks of the tank are broken, there is no **** thing, I have already made do with more than 100 kilometers. It's only broken now because I'm well maintained, you know?" he sat down next to Wren and said angrily, "Do you know how long I've been waiting for the maintenance team to come? Two hours, two full hours!"

"Fixed?" Wren just asked.

"What else, I pushed this tank over 40 tons?" Marcus pointed to his tank, which had been more than two tons more than two tons more when it left the factory, with reinforced front armor, side armor, and reinforced plate skirts. So the total weight is more than 40 tons, which is a lot of fattening.

Wren smiled, then stopped talking. Marcus also noticed something more interesting, and walked over to watch how the 2nd Company Commander dealt with the new group of rookies. He was one of many unlucky crews, these tanks broke down in the middle of the road, and they had to wait for the arrival of the repair team to catch up with the large army. And the vast majority of them could not catch up with the hot dinner of the troops.

Maybe tomorrow morning, maybe noon, or the day after tomorrow. In short, the good days will eventually pass - on the Eastern Front, killing is always the main theme.