.Before the plane propeller had completely stopped rotating, Chen Tian could already hear the huge drums and cheers outside the porthole.

This is Nanjing, the famous ancient capital of the Six Dynasties and the heart of the National Revolutionary Government. It is early winter, and the daily minimum temperature here has dropped below 0 degrees. Except for those evergreen trees, most of the trees here only have a few yellow leaves left. Although the natural landscape looks a bit bleak, the popularity makes people feel completely cold.

What Chen Tian saw through the porthole was that tens of thousands of people were waving flowers and small flags enthusiastically. The long banners were written in Chinese and German with sentences such as "Warm welcome to His Majesty the Emperor and His Highness the Queen to visit China" and "China and Germany have been friendly for generations". For Chen Tian, ​​what a familiar but unfamiliar text that was!

On both sides of the long red carpet, hundreds of neatly-shaped soldiers straightened their chests, and the steel guns and bayonets in their hands seemed so majestic. Behind them, a huge army band composed of more than a hundred people was playing the "March of the Army". Schubert's song is also a marche often played by the German military band on international occasions. Although the tone was not very accurate, it sounded quite intimate in Chen Tian and the German personnel accompanying him.

When the attendant reported that everything was ready and just waiting for him and the queen to get off the plane, Chen Tian carefully checked his collar and ribbon, while Juliana, wearing a fur coat, rubbed her hands without saying a word. The cold air that was everywhere had already drilled in through the open cabin door.

"In addition to Chairman Chiang, who else has the Chinese government sent to welcome us?" Chen Tian lowered his head and sorted out the sword on his waist. According to international practices and previous China notifications, he already knew that the legendary generation of heroes was waiting for him on the other end of the red carpet. This would be their first meeting.

Chen Tian thought about the historic meeting, perhaps after today many newspapers will put this sentence on the front page.

"Reply to Your Majesty, according to the China notification, all members of their Central Political Conference Chairman and Legislative Council Mr. Hu Hanmin Association came to welcome him. That is, Xiao Focheng, Cai Yuanpei, Li Shizeng, Deng Zeru, He Yingqin, Bai Chongxi, Chen Keyu, Chen Mingshu, and He Yao's group!"

When reading these Chinese names, the pronunciation of attendants without any Chinese basics sounded awkward, but Chen Tian still heard most of the names, especially Cai Yuanpei, He Yingqin and Bai Chongxi. Their impression in Chen Tian's mind was much greater than that of the other six members.

"Very good!" Chen Tian did not make any comments. So far, China's arrangements are completely in line with etiquette.

The winter sun is warm and brilliant, when Chen Tian takes Juliana to the hatch.

The refreshing cold air and comfortable sunlight work together, and there is also a kind of earthy atmosphere in the air.

At this moment, the military band played the German national anthem.

It was also at this moment that Chen Tian saw the famous sweet potato face and the bald hairstyle that had not changed for decades. The 42-year-old Jiang still had a heroic look at him at this moment. The domineering a dictator is not even inferior to Chen Tian, ​​who is 5 years older.

Chen Tian and Juliana waved to the crowd while walking down the gangway. At this time, Chen Tian realized that Lao Jiang was not tall, but he was not as thin as he imagined. It can be said that this was almost the standard physique of Chinese soldiers. He also had a long sword around his waist, and his chest was straight. He had a faint, respectful smile on his face.

"I'm very happy to see you. Dear Your Majesty!" Old Jiang said Chinese with a strong Zhejiang accent. Chen Tian could understand it, but his expression changed only when the translator translated the original text.

"I am the same. I am very honored!" Chen Tian said the truth. It is indeed an honor to be able to meet such a famous historical figure, just as he first met George V.

"On behalf of the Chinese people, I would like to thank the German allies for their selfless help!" Old Chiang continued to have a faint, comfortable smile on his face.

If Chen Tian did not know the most about history, he might be confused by the most superficial expression of this face.

He knew that the person in front of him had never truly respected himself, and showed weakness was just to make use of and balance. This was the manifestation of a hero when facing the strong.

But so what?

Chen Tian has no right to change the pattern of this country.

After a brief and polite greeting, with Lao Jiang on the right, Chen Tian and his party began to walk forward along the red carpet. With a loud command, soldiers lined up neatly on both sides raised their rifles in their hands, making the muzzle slightly higher than the top of their heads, and bayonets reflected a cold light symbolizing courage and force in the winter sun.

Chen Tian raised his hand to return the gift, and glanced at these young Chinese men in their early twenties. It can be seen that compared with the soldiers and policemen wearing rough cotton coats and trousers on the outside, these guards of honor had much better military uniforms. In the front part, they were all Mauser 1898 styles, and behind them were exported mp20 submachine guns.

It took Chen Tian and his party a full two minutes to walk from the front of the team to the end of the team, and between them.

The military band also played the national anthem of the National Xinming Government. As the music stopped, cheers of welcoming the masses rang out again.

"Compared with Your Majesty's army, how about my army?" Old Jiang asked seriously with his smile.

"First-class temperament, first-class equipment!" On this occasion, Chen Tian did not truthfully say the evaluation of "second-class combat power". In his opinion, it was not the mental outlook of these soldiers that affected their combat power, but the ambition and dictatorship of the person in front of him.

"Hahaha!" Old Jiang laughed heartily, "Your Majesty's army is unique in the world, we are just imitating it! Speaking of which, I have to thank Your Majesty for your generosity!"
Chapter completed!