Just when the German army leaders were speculating about whether Accardo would be promoted to the marshal first, Accardo himself was on the platform of the Berlin train station, looking at a military train with a smile on his face, and slowly stopped in front of him. Every day, these trains return to Berlin to bring back disabled soldiers and lucky ones who go home on vacation. This was stipulated by the German front-line rotation system to prevent soldiers from rebelling because of long-term fighting.

On the other hand, it is to let these people who are fighting bloody battles on the front line see what beautiful their hometown has become now. This proposal was put forward by the propaganda department, and the effect is quite obvious so far. Due to the continuous expansion and annexation, Germany has accumulated a terrifying wealth, and the entire original territory of the Third Reich has been built beautifully, making people deeply proud of their country.

Compared to the bloody and brutal frontline, life here can be described as peaceful and glorious, with more high-rise buildings than any other city, and real estate developers everywhere building taller than the other to decorate the splendor of the imperial capital.

The spacious, perverted-wide sewers, the unbelievably smooth roads, and the muddy and hopeless Russian plains, everything here is so pleasing to the eye. Anyone who has seen this place will sigh with heartfelt emotion: "Only such a city is worthy of their brave fight." ”

All those who joined the army enjoyed the benefits of the expansion of the Third Reich, their children had the right to education for free until they went to university, and their families were arranged to work by the state. In the event of injury or disability or even death, the family will be entitled to a national dedication allowance for the rest of their lives.

It is a pity that even with such a good welfare package, after experiencing the frenzy of joining the army to avenge the last war, and after experiencing a series of quick victories such as defeating France and defeating Britain, Germany's war potential is indeed not much left. The number of people joining the army dropped sharply, and only the number of fanatics recruited by the SS was quite sufficient.

In fact, it is relieved to think about it, no one who looks at the countless wounded people who walk down or carry them down from the wounded and sick train every day can't raise the interest of joining the army to fight on the front line.

The train slowly stopped on the platform, and then the train carriage was pulled away by the soldiers waiting on the platform, and the soldiers with bandages on their arms, soldiers on crutches, and some unkempt soldiers jumped out of the carriages in droves. The platform suddenly became crowded, but there was one exception to the platform.

There was a platform for the officers' carriages, which were more comfortable than the ordinary soldiers' carriages, with beds and cubicles, and even conductors who brought hot water or some fruits. Of course, these carriages are parked relatively far forward from the soldiers.

"Hey, look! There's a whole guard of honor over there with the national flag...... Which big man is on the platform?" A sharp-eyed corporal carried his luggage package and said to a few comrades-in-arms around him: "What a majesty! More majestic than those colonels and generals on the front line!"

"Don't look at it...... No matter how majestic these big men are, they don't have anything to do with us little minions. If I were to say that I am not a lieutenant general, I am a general. The other wounded man with a bandage on his arm looked enviously at the SS honor guard standing with his hands behind his back to form a human wall, separating ordinary soldiers, and sighed.

"No! Those honor guards are SS honor guards...... Oh my God! it's the Führer! it's the Führer!" a more intelligent soldier realized the difference, and only the Führer would use the SS guard of honor when he traveled. Because Reinhardt, the big man in the SS, and other leaders were afraid to use it because of the Führer's taboo, and the bigwigs in the army used the army's own honor guard.

"Long live the Führer!" Facing the spacious platform, although it was not clear whether the person there was the Führer or not, the soldier still reverently raised his right arm and stood up in a German salute.

Several people around him also hurriedly stood upright and raised their arms, and some people may have seen that it was the Führer's honor guard standing in a row, or it was possible that everyone heard someone shouting Long live the Führer, and according to their habits, they involuntarily followed and saluted. In short, more and more people saluted, and the slogan of long live the Führer became more and more neat.

Accardo heard the shouting, he was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at the other side of the platform, and although they were in tattered clothes, although they were covered in dust, although they were not neat, and although they were on crutches and bandages, they still shouted at the Führer. He stopped, smiling at the other end of the SS wall, at the excited cheering soldiers. This is his soldier, his greatest reliance on the world, and the most solid foundation for the invincibility of the Third Reich.

"Führer!" "My Führer!" "Great Führer!" the crowd erupted in shouts, and Accardo smiled and stretched out his hand to salute the soldiers. Behind him, an official in charge of propaganda hurriedly whispered to the stationmaster of the Berlin station, who was following behind: "Find the wire, take the microphone, connect it to the station radio, hurry!"

When the stationmaster, who usually had a prominent position in the station, did not even dare to come out in front of this high-ranking official of the Propaganda Department, he hurriedly turned around and called his subordinates, and according to the instructions, he asked those little followers to find the microphone and wires as soon as possible.

"Führer, when will we be able to end the war?" A soldier huddled in front looked very young, only about 20 years old, but looking at the service medal on his chest, he should have been fighting on the front line for more than three months.

While pushing the wall of people formed by the SS, he shouted loudly to Accardo, who heard his shout, and did not wait for his microphone to be ready, and directly replied to the young soldier in a loud voice: "I don't know when the war will end, but I know how the war will end! The German Third Reich will eventually be victorious, and this great victory can only be achieved by the efforts of each and every one of us! Including you! Including me!"

The soldier didn't bother with the words at all, and when he heard the Führer use the words "you" and "I", he was already raising his arms and cheering, and the crowd erupted into even more violent cheers, and everyone was waving frantically at Accardo, like fans of the stars in the airport.

At this time, Accardo finally waited for the person he wanted to wait, and Wren, with Alice's support, moved out of the officer car of the train with small steps. He was covered in medals, but his clothes were not new, but a very old captain's uniform.

In fact, when he was in Kiev, he had already received the news of his promotion to major, and he also knew that his promotion ceremony would be presided over by the head of the state. What is even more enviable to everyone is that he was awarded the highest honor of the current German army - the Knight of the Iron Cross of the Sword with Diamond Oak Leaves. At the same time, there are more than a dozen people who received this kind of medal, all of whom are from the elite of the army, navy and air force. Each of their names is thunderous, Rudel, the king of attack aircraft, Hartmann, the genius pilot of fighter aircraft, Marseillo, the star of Africa, Wittmann, the ace of tank warfare, and Prien, the god of submarine war...... They were the punctuation of their time and the idols of all German soldiers.

"Welcome back to Berlin! I'm really happy to see you again. Accardo smiled and held out his palm to Wren, who and Alice raised their arms in a proper salute.

Then they shook hands politely with Accardo, who smiled and shook hands with Alice beside Wren, and then introduced to Anna, who was following him: "It's this little girl, who forgot to inform me of her flight plan because she was drowsy, so that the anti-aircraft artillery unit almost shot at my plane......"

Anna smiled and held Alice's hand, then looked at Alice, who was flushed, and said comfortingly: "You are welcome to come to the Führer's Mansion often, I think we will become very good friends." ”

Alice nodded embarrassedly, and the cheers of Accardo Rudolph over there made her a little nervous. This kind of occasion is not quite what she is good at, she is even better at firing at so many people.

Wren was beside Alice, looked at Accardo, and said to Führer Accardo, with some embarrassment: "I have broken my trust in you, I chose to leave the place of battle without waiting for the end of the war...... Sorry if ......"

"There is no if...... I need you, Wren. This time, you went to the new special forces training base as an instructor to help Germany train more and better special operations talents, and you did not lose your trust in me. Accardo gently patted Wren on the shoulder, interrupting Wren's words. He was afraid of shaking Wren's wounds, so he almost stroked it, and then withdrew his arm: "I'm glad you can find your own life." ”

"Thank you......" Wren raised his uninjured arm and scratched his head, "I'll give everything I know to those who need these skills!"

Accardo nodded, then stretched out his hand, waved to the still cheering crowd over there, and led the way to the bottom of the platform: "Let's go back to the Führer's Mansion and talk about it in detail, if we stand here for a few more minutes, these soldiers may have to storm the human wall." ”

Wren smiled and suddenly said to Accardo, "Actually, I'm even more fanatical than them when it comes to honoring you. “