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Entering another hall along the narrow corridor, but it was not the final place to see. Eight soldiers had already stood here. Judging from their uniforms, some of them served in the National Defense Forces, and some belonged to the SS units. Among them, the most handsome one was a young armored soldier officer. He had a melon-shaped face, black from head to toe, with a calm expression, a torch-like gaze, and an iron cross on his chest.

Lynn guessed that this is an armored top player, and perhaps the numbers in the record book have exceeded many old seniors!

Looking at the others, most of them were young lieutenants, non-commissioned officers and soldiers. Only the army major with the highest rank looked a little older, but they were by no means over 45 years old. They were tall and short, with different appearances, and the troops logos they wore were different. However, in a solemn and solemn atmosphere, Lin En felt that each of them seemed quite calm and composed, and the courage created by the blood and fire on the battlefield was definitely not something that ordinary civilians and ordinary soldiers could have.

If he could take these elites for his own use, Lin Neng thought in his heart that he could open a high-end mercenary company after the war! With the qualities and abilities of German soldiers, he could ask the French foreign corps to rest and cool down, so that the black water, wastewater and other things in the United States were not necessary, and he could even compete with the active special forces of various countries. That scene, it would be awesome to think about it!

After waiting on the spot for about a quarter of an hour, another row of soldiers came in from the passage just now. The three groups of people combined were exactly 24 people, two dozen!

In a moment, the double-opening door on the other side slowly opened, and a handsome SS captain with a burly figure and uniform walked out pedaled. His appearance and temperament should be considered the ideal standard for German soldiers. His words were also pronunciation standards, and he was full of energy. However, in such an environment, he deliberately lowered the volume:

"Everyone! It is honored to inform everyone that the Head of State will meet you in person, Marshal Kettle, Chief of Staff of the Supreme Command, and General Hauser, the Wrathful SS. Their uniforms are also present. Now, please carefully check your outfits and make sure that the Head of State sees your clean and energetic side!"

Lin En pulled her clothes as if nothing had happened, but she felt a little excited in her heart: This is the first historical celebrity she had seen with her own eyes, a living historical celebrity!

"Hey, man, can you help me?"

When this cautious voice came from behind, Lynn was a little surprised. He turned around and saw that it was the SS who had previously spoken for him. He was trying to button the collar with his left hand, but his movements looked clumsy.

With a simple effort, Lin En certainly would not refuse. But he buttoned it up. He gave the other party a friendly and relaxed smile, and glanced down when he turned around. No wonder, the lieutenant's entire right palm was wrapped in white gauze. At this time, Lin En suddenly remembered the "butcher", the SS soldier who was always fearless on the battlefield. In terms of courage and will, he was probably still a little short of it. The difference was that Eric and Bach were appreciated and helped. I think among millions of German officers and soldiers, he and the 23 people around him were not necessarily the top one, but they were all truly lucky.

Only one minute was left for the soldiers who were about to receive the head of state to sort out, and the captain said again: "Please line up in the order of military ranks, the National Defense Forces are in front and the SS are behind!"

Compared to "Major Pig Head", the captain's serious but incompetent tone is more acceptable. Lynn stood at the back of the team calmly, but not at the end - there were two tall ordinary soldiers behind him.

Perhaps to relieve the tension, the soldier behind him whispered: "You are Lynn Galgo? My name is Hans Lenxter, from the 'Skeleton' Division!"

My reputation spread so quickly? Lynn was very surprised, but when he thought that the other party might have heard what "Major Pig Head" said when he was troubled, he replied softly: "Oh, I am Lynn, who belongs to the 'Nordic' teacher! I'm very happy to know you!"

"You really killed a company of the Soviet army alone?" The SS soldier with wide shoulders but a little thin cheeks sounded a little lack of confidence, as if he was comparing with Lin En, his merits were not worth mentioning at all.

Lynn doesn't like to brag, he tells the truth: "In order to cover the troops, I blocked the Russian soldiers alone on the hill. They may not be as large as a company, and I only killed a part of them, and unfortunately I was lucky enough to win the lottery!"

As soon as the two of them opened their conversation, the SS Captain who was originally leading the way in front was already standing next to the double-open door. When he heard the sound of talking, he swept over with a serious look. The two of them immediately closed their mouths obediently.

After passing through the door, the long corridor appears in front of you, but the thick carpets, wooden framed murals and ceiling lampshades all give people a completely different sensory impression. Moreover, the white light at the end of the corridor can easily make people feel illusion, as if there is a unique world there. Only when you are truly in it will people realize that this is just a circular hall with larger spaces and more refined and rich decorations - it is like a shrinking royal banquet hall, with a dazzling large crystal lamp hanging under the curved dome, surrounded by murals, pillars, vases, curtains, huge eagle eagle eagle that spreads its wings and is as dazzling as the background color.

The group was finally led to the back of the center of the circular hall and stood in two rows. After waiting for a while, the heavy, double-open wooden door diagonally opened slowly. With a slight sound of footsteps, the owner of the underground palace finally appeared.

"Standing attentively...salute!"

The slogan was vigorous and powerful, and the leather boots with their legs were neat and consistent. When the old man with a flat top and short brimming military cap and a dark gray windbreaker and slightly hunched over, he led a group of burly generals to the front of the team, the military official shouted: "The ceremony was over!"

Everyone put down their hands neatly and raised their chests as high as possible - but this posture pulled the wound on their arms, and Lynn took it a little bit in pain.

There was no military band, no host, and no reporter. The only photographer who took photos from the side was also a soldier wearing a uniform of the National Defense Forces. Such a medal ceremony was surprisingly low-key.

The madman who once made the whole of Europe and even the world tremble, the super speaker who always appeared in public with an excited and eloquent manner, the leader who claimed to bring prosperity to this country for a thousand years, was like an old man who was afraid of light and cold, wrapping his whole body tightly under his military cap and coat, leaving only half an old face, and his head slightly lowered. Lynn, standing in the back row, could not see his appearance at all.

"Major Carreton Schchemitt...Lt. Bulle Wolf..."

The young captain who was in charge of leading the way was holding a folder and pronounced these names one by one according to the order of military rank from high to bottom. The person who was called immediately took a step forward. Lin Neng noticed that the military cap worn by the hunched old man was rotating with the change of the position of the outgoing person, but he didn't know what kind of mentality the leader was looking at the outstanding soldiers who were still fighting bravely in these predicaments. Pride? Pride? Helpless? Regret? Or both?

Under the gaze of the old man and several senior generals beside him, a colonel of the National Defense Forces, who was not tall and aged fifty, stepped forward steadily, took out the medals from the tray held by the accompanying soldiers, and left them one by one on the chests of the twelve soldiers in front of them, and whispered something to each of them. Lin En guessed that it was a kind of polite words such as praise or encouragement, but the real protagonist was a little anxious at this time, and seemed to be unwilling to spend a moment on such an occasion, but he finally did not leave the stage halfway, nor turned around to talk to his generals, but just stood there motionlessly, waiting silently.

When the colonel put the medal on the first row of soldiers, the captain holding the roster shouted: "Front row... turn right, move forward at a pace... stop, turn left..."

After this adjustment, Lin En had no obstacles in front of him. He was able to face the founder and destroyer of the German Third Reich, the devil in the eyes of most people. At this moment, he thought of the pale, old and unreasonable head of the empire in "Destruction of the Empire", and the person in front of him was thinner and haggard than he was. He could not see his aggressive momentum, but all that was left was weakness and fatigue, as if he might die suddenly at any time.

"Lt. Antwat. Lar...Lt. Kut. Gorouber..."

The stern name began again, and he saw the people who came out of the list getting closer and closer. Soon, the people around him also came forward. The more this time came, the less nervous Linen was. When the name of "Linn. Galgo Sergeant" sounded, he took a step in his most standard posture and proudly stood up.

The name ended soon, and a SS Colonel wearing the Knights Cross on the neckline immediately walked up and in the same posture to wear medals to the twelve elites affiliated with the armed SS units. Although he was moving very quickly, Lynn still noticed the increasing anxiety of the head of state. Has he already lost patience with everything?

The glittering colonel finally came to Lynn. He exuded the light smell of men's perfume, which smelled much better than the strong and pungent smell of gunpowder. When a shiny iron cross appeared on his chest, Lynn finally heard the encouragement he gave to himself: Germany is proud of you!

When the colonel awarded the last soldier the medal and returned to his original position, the head of empire standing in front of the team finally moved - Lynn originally thought he would at least say something like "do it well", but he just glanced over the young soldiers with a cold and silent look, walking towards the gate without looking back, leaving only Lynn with a lonely and lost back.
Chapter completed!