Five Hundred and Twenty Two Are Back

Krupp looked at Akado with a smile and said, "Messerschmidt, the biggest favorite to win the championship last year, hasn't played yet. You obviously want us to win the money by betting so early."

Bosch beside him was even more impolite. He directly stretched out five fingers and said, "I bet Messerschmidt wins, 50 marks!"

"100! 100 marks!" Air Force Commander Catherine was sitting in the back row, but he obviously heard the head of state's bet, and he was very confident in the performance of the glider designed by Messerschmidt, so he immediately said: "My Führer! I bet 100 marks! Messerschmidt wins!" The air force generals around him followed suit, and soon Akado's 20 marks faced a challenge of more than 1,500 marks.

Obviously, as the chief of staff of the Air Force, Catherine still has a certain understanding of the technical reserves of domestic aviation companies. Messerschmitt has won the glider competition three times in a row. The technology is strong and the design is unique, which is obviously not comparable to other companies. .

"I bet 20 marks, the head of state wins!" As the admiral of the navy, Raeder has always looked like this. He paid the same amount as the head of state and stood on Akado's side.

However, under the general situation, there are not many people who are optimistic about Akado. When the chief of the German Navy’s general staff and the admiral racked their brains to support the situation for the head of state, the wife of the head of state naturally made trouble——Mercedes stretched out Fingers, as soon as she opened her mouth, she showed the true colors of Germany's richest woman: "10,000 marks, I bet Messerschmitt will win."

With such a negative force, everyone regarded this gambling game as a pure game and entertainment item, so they bet generously one after another, making Akado dumbfounded. Poorly, he found that even Anna had bet on the Messersmit company, and the current betting ratio turned out to be 40 marks versus 13,790 marks.

In other words, even if the party with more money wins, they will not get almost a penny. If they lose, the head of state, Akado and Raeder, will equally share the gambling capital of more than 10,000 marks.

Akado smiled wryly and touched his nose, then smiled happily again. From another point of view this gamble represents a good thing,

That is, these officials and generals still have the courage to question the head of state. This is definitely good news for Akado, who has always avoided arbitrariness.

In the distance, the boy named Hardman who kept laughing with a few girls didn't know what kind of impression his wonderful racing flight left on the head of state. At this moment, he was smiling brightly, as if he didn't have the slightest trouble.

An officer of the German SS walked up to the boy, and because of the aura of the military uniform, the surroundings fell silent. The SS officer smiled, trying to look amiable, and then said: "Mr. Hardemann? The Führer hopes to meet with you. If you have time, come with me now."

"Oh!" Excited cheers erupted immediately, and everyone was blessing Hardman, and it was a great honor for every German people to be received by the head of state, Akado.

Hardman nodded quickly, holding the flowers in his hand, and followed the German SS officer to the high hillside. Passing by soldiers with assault rifles one after another along the way, Hardman couldn't help being infected by this solemn atmosphere.

Soon, the pergola on the top of the mountain came into view, and the tall but thin head of state stood on the grass, watching him with a smile. Following the SS officer, he approached the head of state bit by bit. Hardman himself didn't know whether he was stepping with his left leg or his right leg. He just walked forward mechanically until he reached Akado Only when he approached did he stop his footsteps.

After standing up, he realized that he was still wearing a wreath around his neck and holding flowers in his hands. In this state, he couldn't make a standard German salute anyway.

Just when he was struggling, the SS officer who brought him here stood at attention and saluted: "My head! Hardman was brought here."

In desperation, Hardman quickly threw away the flowers in his hand, stood at attention and raised his arms high, and greeted the man he admired most in a nervous and trembling voice: "Führer... Long live Akado? Rudolf !"

Akado smiled, showing a mouthful of white and neat teeth. He walked in front of Hardman, bent down and picked up several bouquets of flowers that Hardman had left at his feet, and returned them to Hardman's arms : "They are your honor, don't throw away your honor easily at any time."

"Yes!" Hardman replied quickly.

"Don't be so nervous, and don't be restrained." Akado patted Hardman's shoulder and continued to say with a smile. He is almost 40 years old, and Hardman is just over 17 years old. In the eyes of Akado, the god of air combat in his previous life is just a child now.

"Your flying skills are good, where did you train?" Seeing that Hardman had recovered some form, Akado put his hands behind his back and led him forward. As he walked, he asked again.

"My head of state, my mother opened a private flying club. I am a member there. Now I have a flight certificate and can control many types of aircraft. My flying skills are all trained there." Hardman replied.

Akado nodded. As a person who knew the background of Hardman's family in his previous life, he naturally knew that what Hardman said was true. His family was very rich, at least one that had no worries about food and clothing. : "Would you like to join the fighter force?"

"Yes!" Hardman nodded without thinking.

"Think clearly, after joining the army, you will always face danger." Akado glanced at the childish young man, and reminded him.

"My head of state! I want to become an air force pilot. This is my dream." Hardman said solemnly, "I am very confident in my flying skills, but because of the performance of the aircraft, I always It’s because I can’t win the championship that belongs to me...so I really want to enter the air force, everyone will fly the same fighter jet, and then I will be able to win my first place in the fairest environment.”

Akado nodded: "Becoming the king of air combat is really a great dream. I really envy young people like you... If you really become the king of the air force, I will personally award you a medal!" "

"Same as that tank ace Rennes?" Hardman asked immediately with his eyes brightened. Rennes has been promoted as a rare tank battle ace in the whole of Germany, his posters are posted everywhere, and now he is almost a household name in Germany.

Akado was taken aback, then shook his head: "It's not the same, you are you, Hardman of the Air Force, he is him, it is Ren. But I hope you can become the pride of the Air Force, just like Wittmann It's the Army's pride to have Ryan."

Soon, Hardman bid farewell to Akado contentedly, and walked down the hillside with his air force dream. He was about to report to the Air Force to serve as a fighter pilot in the skies of the Eastern Front, to create a myth of his own with his own hands.

Akado walked back to the pergola on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, but he still had Hardman and Ryan in his heart. This is really an era in which heroes are born in large numbers. War has obliterated countless brilliant civilizations, but it has also watered countless bright fruits. Countless outstanding talents emerged in Germany during the war, and the combat history of these heroes is the epitome of the entire war.

Now that I have decided to make the whole world different here, and since I have come here, I am doomed to be unable to turn back, so I will strengthen my belief and keep walking towards my goal, to a future that no one has ever seen!

He strengthened his heart, and also thought of Ren, whom he regarded as a friend. The boy who had been on the battlefield for more than a year was not yet 19 years old, so he was about the same age as the Hardman he had just met. But he is obviously already a real battlefield killer, a real German soldier.

Akado walked up the hillside and waved to Brauchitsch, and the chief of the army's general staff stood up and walked in front of Akado. Two men who haven't talked for a long time are walking back and forth side by side on the gentle slope blown by the mountain wind.

"How's the situation on the Eastern Front?" Akado asked the most concerned topic as he walked.

"The campaign goal of encircling Kiev has been achieved, but it seems that Stalin did not buy into your strategic policy of promoting peace through war." Brauchitsch replied: "Our preparations are indeed not sufficient as you predicted. It’s not an advantage for us right now.”

Akado nodded, this is the same as his initial prediction and the estimation of most generals in the national defense force, there is no problem. So he thought for a while and then said: "Let the infantry attack Kiev, try to preserve the intact industrial production capacity, and transport these capabilities back to Poland in a short time."

"These are all in progress without any delay." Brauchitsch then replied: "The person in charge is Krupp. He is very familiar with this kind of thing, and there will be no trouble. I am worried that the army will not be able to hold Soviet counterattack."

"According to the existing strength, there should be no problem." Akado is obviously very confident in the army's combat effectiveness: "By the way, I heard that you are going to promote Rennes to captain personally? When will he return to Berlin?" of?"

"He is on his way back to Berlin now, my head of state, and it is estimated that he will arrive at the Berlin train station tomorrow." Brauchitsch replied with a smile.