The German parliament is densely packed with parliamentarians, and the layers look like the scales of a big fish, layer upon layer, and they look very good-looking. Most of them wore black and gray suits, while others wore SS uniforms, Wehrmacht uniforms, and some wore military shirts without epaulettes.

The pitiful identities of peasants and workers will only appear in the supreme leadership of a country at certain moments, and with the passage of time, these workers and peasants will gradually become advanced producers and labor stars...... It has always evolved into a "high-class person" such as peasant entrepreneurs and worker entrepreneurship pacesetters.

Therefore, there is no need to whitewash any system, it is nothing more than the deformation and improvement of meritocracy, and as for the core things, they will never change -- want democracy in which everyone really participates? Who would dare to leave the decision to build a nuclear reactor or expand the war to a farmer? Who would dare to put a person who has been engaged in industrial automation all his life in charge of the country's grain reserves for the next quarter? So let's throw the thing of absolute fairness into the pit, which is just a means to shout slogans and attack hostile countries at any time.

Now, the parliament of the Third Reich is even more interesting, most of the people sitting in it are the beneficiaries of the expansion and development of the whole country, everyone here is involved in the war to a greater or lesser extent, and to put it more bluntly, everyone here is a heinous war criminal.

But now, there are famous business executives who contribute millions of cars to human civilization every year, there are famous philanthropists whose rescue organizations have saved more than 100,000 homeless refugees in the past six months, and of course, there are excellent engineers who have improved the heavy water production process, and there are also newspaper media kings, who are enough to make black and white media manipulators...... The only one who doesn't have it is the criminal.

The reporter's flash kept pressing the shutter on the German senior general sitting in the first row, and the magnesium light exploded one after another, and sitting in the first place was the field marshal of the Third Reich, Rundstedt. Then there were the generals of the Imperial Logistics Department, the generals of the General Planning and Equipment Department, and even the generals of the Imperial Soldier Reserve Department. Although these high-ranking officers are usually not famous, they are all real representatives of the real power faction of the imperial military.

Further back, there were rows of celebrities, Krupp's eldest son, representatives of the young wing of the new nobility of the empire, agents of the Jewish plutocracy, and chairmen or leaders of other parties. But the one who surrounded them, and was a hundred times outnumbered, was the representative of the Big German Party who wore a badge of the Big German Party on his chest and sat there with a blank face. Compared with other forces, they are crowded, accounting for more than ninety percent of the numbers.

The reason for convening an emergency congress was being discussed, and some well-informed people already knew about the bomber raids on the Romanian oil fields, and they were obviously also a little worried about the attitude of the Reich, after all, the war with the Soviet Union had cost Germany hundreds of thousands of young people, which was definitely a very serious image for a country.

"I think it's better not to be presumptuous, and if possible, to sign a non-aggression pact with the United States...... It is more in line with the fundamental interests of the empire. "A nobleman peddled his ideas to the well-dressed lady around him, hoping to gain more supporters when the vote came a little later. It is not to blame that he wants peace between Germany and the United States, he is a merchant dealing in French wine and luxury goods, and it is obvious that opening up the American market is more tempting for him than war.

On the other side, the representatives of the most heavily controlled military-industrial complex of the Greater German Party have taken a diametrically opposite attitude, and they are already discussing an increase in the annual production of incendiary bombs and aerial bombs by another 400,000 tons to meet the operational needs of the war as the scale of the war expands.

A fat man in a white suit is introducing his artillery production line to a man in a military uniform without epaulettes of military rank, the Belgian businessman has been authorized by the Ministry of Defense to produce self-propelled guns of 150 mm caliber, the chassis is an outdated modification of the No. 3 tank: "The workers are very enthusiastic about production, there is no problem with working overtime, at least three of these guns can go off the production line in a day, and if they are not loaded without waiting for painting, they can be pulled away and distributed to the front line on the same day!"

The man next to him was no small character, and his costume already said a lot, and wearing it like this was now a very popular dress in Berlin, showing that this kind of person was the traditional Junker aristocracy of the corresponding imperial call. Although they have no real power, they are unusually noble because of their traditional status, most of these people have their own shares in the new industry, and they still have a considerable right to speak without decision-making power.

He listened to the Belgian businessman, the man who had become a German citizen half a year ago, promoting his own production line and products, nodding his head from time to time. A few days ago, he revealed his intention to participate in the production of munitions, so he is looking at several promising military projects, and can be regarded as a big benefactor, so it is no wonder that the former Belgian is so desperately boasting.

In the first row, a general of the logistics department was tilting his head and whispering to Marshal Rundstedt, he was worried that the preparations of the logistics department were not as perfect as imagined, and that there would be any mistakes in future wars: "My marshal, the Reich is really going to declare war on the Americans? The amount of German strategic material reserves cannot meet the needs of a two-front war, and we must persuade the Führer to dispel the idea of fighting the United States head-on......

"Your Excellency, if I were you, shut your mouth and sit down honestly against the back of your chair. Rundstedt frowned and looked at the pot-bellied logistics general in front of him, but he did not forget the cynicism in his mouth: "I personally think that as an imperial soldier, as long as you accept the Führer's orders and carry them out, you can do it." ”

"Yes...... Yes!" The general saw that Rundstedt was unwilling to say anything more about the start of the war, so he quickly shut up, compared to these famous generals who fought on the front line and had great achievements, these people who had been in the logistics department all the year round had to retreat three points, and they did not even dare to have the mind of withholding logistics supplies to retaliate - if these Accardo's henchmen and favorite generals sued the Führer's mansion, they would definitely not be able to eat the rhythm of walking around.

While everyone was speculating about the Führer's reaction to the U.S. attack on Romania, a platoon of SS soldiers walked into the hall and stood on either side of the aisle with their hands behind their backs, their heads held high. After these people walked into the venue, the "buzzing" sound of the entire wide conference hall disappeared completely, and the entire venue was quiet and a little weird, and everyone involuntarily sat up straight, and their expressions were dull.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, with a high-pitched shout of "Führer has arrived", the main entrance of the conference hall was pushed open from both sides, and Accardo walked in, accompanied by Anna, with a solemn expression on his face.

As soon as his front foot stepped into the venue, there was a sudden commotion in the meeting hall of thousands of people, which was the sound of the buttocks leaving the folding seat, and there was a hint of neatness in it. Accardo's prestige is unshakable in the whole of Germany, imagine that Hitler in 44 years can still be as stable as Mount Tai, and how much energy Accardor has in Germany today, you can imagine.

"Führer Accardo, Rudolph! Hurrah!" As the people all stood up, as their right hands were raised, and with the clattering of their heels as they stood upright, a sea of cheers rang out at the same time, and no one questioned the wonderful feeling of power at this moment. Anyone who faces such a mountain call will feel joyful, no exception.

Surrounded by wood-like arms on both sides, Accardo stepped on the red carpet and walked to the position that symbolized the pinnacle of power, the person who could stand there, the person who could control the world, the person who could change history, and the strongest man in the world.

He walked on the red carpet, step by step, until he reached the point where the aisle met the first row of auditoriums, and then in the eyes of everyone, in the flickering of the reporter's camera, he smiled and waved his hand at Rundstedt, who was saluting, and signaled everyone to finish, so that the whole auditorium sounded again with the sound of arms tapping the trouser lines on both sides of the trousers.

"My marshal, are you ready for war?" asked Accardo, who did not rush to the chair of the meeting, but faced Rundstedt.

"My Führer! Army Group A can go to the front at any time! I believe that all your troops, like me, are ready for battle from the moment they swear to you!" Lundstead replied: "Give the order! My most respected Führer!"

Accardo nodded, then turned and walked to the top spot, which was already filled with various speakers and microphones, all of which were exaggerated compared to today's shapes, but the workmanship was very exquisite, revealing the heavy beauty of German mechanical design.

Accardo stood behind these microphones and restrained the smile on his face, which instantly cooled the temperature of the entire hall: "Gentlemen, I am very sorry that the United States attacked Romania, an important oil production base for Germany's ally...... Since Roosevelt felt that he had any hope of defeating Germany, then I would give him this opportunity! Everyone thinks that I will give an important speech today, but you guessed wrong, I only have one thing to tell you!"