Imperial Overlord

"Sir, look at this." An SS soldier found a handkerchief on the Führer's body, which had been beyond recognition. This handkerchief was very familiar to the Führer and was often used by the Führer.

Seeing this handkerchief, Mi Shi's eyes became a little weird. He turned his head to look at Li Le who was standing beside him. The air seemed to be filled with suffocating cold.

"He turned it over from me. If it wasn't for him to turn over my belongings, I wouldn't have found the time to resist." Li Le defended himself in fluent German with a strong accent.

"My head of state, the crisis is over now, if you don't mind..." Looking at Li Le, Mi Shi, who was standing beside him, stretched out his free left hand and made a begging gesture.

At this time, Li Le, who was too nervous, remembered that he still had a pistol in his hand, and subconsciously, he was not willing to hand over this thing that would make him feel more secure.

But looking at the dozen or so SS soldiers with pistols and some frightened attendants in the room, he really didn't have the ability to kill everyone like 007, and then walked away.

Therefore, despite being very reluctant, he could only helplessly turn the gun in one direction and hand it over to Misch beside him.

For such a simple action, it was a bit difficult for him to do. Because with just such an action, even the last chance to commit suicide in a decent way has disappeared.

The interrogation department of the German SS, the ruthless methods of the Gestapo, even if they are not comparable to the top ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, are not much worse than the tricks of the Japanese. In the hands of these people, death may be a beautiful luxury.

"Führer, in order to prove your identity, are you willing to tell me what was the main content of the military meeting you held in person two days ago?" He seemed to want to see something on the other's face.

That is to say, it is fortunate that the plastic surgery technology in this era is not so developed. Otherwise, Misch may have already confirmed that the person in front of him is a fake enemy.

Li Le was obviously taken aback when he heard this question. He didn't even know what time of year he was currently in. How could he guess the content of the meeting two days ago at this time?

And even if the time is known, the World War II materials that civilians in later generations can buy are not detailed to the extent of what Hitler held a certain day.

Although I don't know, it's definitely not a time to be silent and get through. Li Le also knows that if he continues like this, his disguise will soon be exposed, and he will be arrested and tortured as an assassin.

So he sneered a second before everyone began to doubt it and asked, "What? Misch, do you doubt me?"

What he has to do now is to buy time for himself, and then force the other party to say as many words as possible. In this way, more information can be obtained, and it is also convenient for him to refer to the knowledge in his mind.

Now, doing so was his only chance to survive, and he couldn't help it. And the knowledge of Hitler in his mind, as well as the knowledge of World War II, is his only reliance.

Hearing the Fuhrer's rhetorical question, and seeing the Fuhrer's sharp eyes swept over, Misch suddenly felt as if he was being stared at by a beast.

The chaos in front of him only appeared because of his ineffectiveness as a personal bodyguard. At this time, he still doubted the identity of the head of state. Didn't he just mark his dereliction of duty as a key symbol?

"I haven't had time to ask you about this, but you are suspicious of me." Li Le scrutinized Mi Shi's body back and forth with his eagle eyes, and his tone was as sharp as a bayonet knife. icy.

The more he talked, the more he felt that what he said was reasonable, and Li Le's words became fluent: "Before I give you an explanation, don't you want to tell me why there are two assassins in my room?"

Sure enough, the power accumulated by the Führer in several wars, and the terror of the dictator of the Third Reich over the past ten years, made Misch and all the SS soldiers present shake their minds.

They looked at each other, some even involuntarily brought their legs together and raised their chins.

"Click!" Following Li Le's questioning voice, a searched SS soldier pulled open a "wall" in the corner of the room, revealing the dark and deep secret passage inside.

"My head of state, the assassins disguised themselves as infiltrating the perimeter, and then sneaked in using the secret passage. We just arrived here, so we didn't know that there was a secret passage here..." Mi Shi glanced at the door in the corner. Secretly, quickly explain to Li Le.

"Yes, my Führer! You only arrived in France yesterday, so the assassins have a chance." On the other side, Hitler's secretary Baumann, who hurried over, saw the mess on the ground and frowned.

He also doubted whether the person in front of him was the head of state, but Martin Bowman, who had been in politics for more than ten years, was more willing to use his brain than the young guard Misch.

At this time, even if you doubt it, you can't say it easily. If the person in front of you is really the leader like the devil... If you doubt him, will you still die?

Therefore, before it is clearly confirmed that the person in front of you is not the head of state, you must be very particular about the art of speaking. You must know that the Führer is a "smooth ass". Bowman may not know other things, but he knows this very well.

"It was our dereliction of duty to frighten you! The French arranged this room, and they should be responsible for this." Without saying anything questioning the identity of the head of state, Bowman decided to remain neutral.

Although Li Le, who was standing there, knew that Bowman might not believe him, the news revealed by the secretary of the head of state at this moment definitely brought surprise to Li Le. This is France now, and it was only yesterday.

You see, His Excellency the Führer is not a frequent visitor to France. The most famous and arrogant one was when he visited Paris, France on June 23, 1940, after defeating France.

Looking at the furnishings of the surrounding rooms with carved beams and paintings, you can see the strong French style. Based on the knowledge in his mind, Li Le made a random guess and determined that his current time was the night of June 22, 1940.

After determining this time, other judgments can be speculated. At this point in time, there is not much to discuss in a military conference.

Of course it won't be "Barbarossa". At this time, we are discussing the plan after a year. Isn't that exhausting? Facing the time node, Bacheng is the failed Sea Lion Project.

"French! It seems that they are still not satisfied with the outcome of this war." Li Le heard Bauman's remarks, and took over the conversation and said this lukewarmly.

His attitude made Bowman raise his eyebrows, because as early as June 18, the High Command had set the tone for a compromise and peace talks with France, and now the Fuhrer seems to have moved on to continue the fight.

On the one hand, it is because the Fuhrer is always moody, and on the other hand, it is because of the Fuhrer's alertness to the army generals. As the secretary of the head of state, Bowman naturally knows more than others.

For example, the Führer was actually not satisfied with the German-French armistice that was being signed. Of course, after anyone is assassinated, they must vent their dissatisfaction, right?

"Sea lions! Sea lions!" He turned his hands behind his back, pretending to suppress his anger, and Li Le clenched his fists behind him. He muttered two unfamiliar words, not too loud or too small, just enough for Bowman and Misch to hear.

Of course, Bauman knew what the word represented. He saw Li Le thinking, and he seemed to be weighing the priority between the plan that had been put on the agenda and the revenge against France.

And Mi Shi, who heard this word, was even more shocked, because the "Sea Lion Project" was the top military secret document for the British Empire that the head of state focused on discussing at the internal military meeting two days ago. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

In fact, Li Le didn't say anything, he just repeated the code name of the confidential document he knew twice. But hearing it in the ears of Bowman and Misch, the taste became different.

"My head of state, it's too **** here, let's change a room." Bowman walked to Li Le's side, leaned in close distance and whispered his suggestion.

"Find it out for me!" After taking a look at the terrified attendants and the guards outside the door, Li Le, who had just gotten rid of the suspicion for a while, exercised his power.

And his words, at this moment, are really more effective than the imperial decree. Mishi raised his chin, stood at attention and saluted: "Yes! My head of state!"

At this time, Mi Shi had already subjectively believed that Li Le was the real head of state. The rash act of questioning the identity of the head of state just now turned into fear, which erupted and enveloped his whole body.

Because of his fear, he was more forceful to execute the order. He gave a wink to a few of his confidants, and two SS guards stood at attention and saluted, turned and walked out of the room.

"Check the entire manor, don't leave any hidden dangers! There may be bombs, so arrange another room for the Führer immediately." Although Bowman was not the Führer's guard, he still handled this kind of thing in an orderly manner.

As he spoke, he turned to his side, lowered his voice and suggested to Li Le: "My head of state, for your safety, the place of stay must be changed tonight. Tomorrow's itinerary... Do you want to change it?"

"Change or cancel my itinerary? No, I don't need it for now." Li Le glanced at Bowman, who was already on the road, frowned and rejected his secretary's proposal: "Go ahead as usual, double the security force!"