Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 165: Ciano
“Please go here, Count Ciano. △↗,” Tysenhofen guided the Italian guests from the side.
Walking in the deserted corridor, Ciano couldn’t help feeling uneasy. Italian leather shoes stepped on the solid hardwood floor and made a crisp sound, breaking the tranquility in the corridor. Ciano’s thoughts were chaotic, and only neat footsteps echoed in his ears.
The diplomatic envoy of the Kingdom of Italy worked hard to maintain his elegant demeanor. In other words, he is also a nobleman with a deep heritage. He received a rigorous noble education from an early age. The Italian aristocracy is best at showing the best Good manners and demeanor.
The Italian secretly cheered up for himself. He is the Count of Capri Galeazziano. He is not a rich man in the countryside of Milan. He has participated in countless high-level foreign affairs activities. He can be regarded as broad and broad-minded, even Even Hitler could talk and laugh in front of him, how could he feel nervous and uneasy because of an ordinary diplomatic messenger activity. But then he found that the self-deception that had been effective in the past has no effect at this time, and now he is more afraid of the upcoming meeting.
Earl Ciano still looks extraordinary today, wearing a new suit tailored to Naples. The grey fabric shines with pearl-like luster. The stiff collared shirt is tightly buttoned and a black tie is tied between the collar. The tie is also buckled with a fascist-style sterling silver strap. The black trousers are stiff, and the exquisite fabric makes it still crisp after a long journey without any wrinkles.
The envoy is carrying a black leather briefcase with the pattern mark of the Italian national emblem on it. Inside is the purpose of his mission, a letter from Mussolini to the current dictator in Germany Letter.
This is what frightened Ciano. He had no idea what was written in the letter, but he could guess that it was definitely not something that would please the Germans. This is no joke. Ciano knows the consequences of angering the Germans better than anyone, and Italy cannot afford any form of revenge from the Germanic barbarians.
Furthermore, the current Germanic record is as brilliant as the sky, arrogantly looking at the world like nothing. After thinking about it for a long time, it seems that they will only use one method, which is to directly roll up their sleeves and beat you alive.
At the moment, the only thing Ciano can count on is the new German head of state, who has a super long reaction arc and endurance different from ordinary people, and can ignore the cynicism that his father-in-law is most used to. However, judging from the past style of the apostle of God in the German population, it seems that what the man lacks most is showing the most basic demeanor to those who irritate him.
Ciano had many close friends in the German Nazi Party. Many of them suddenly disappeared. There was no warning and no clue afterwards. It seems that this person has never existed in the world. Obviously, some forces have dealt with most of the marks of the victim’s existence very neatly.
Ciano shuddered every time he thought of this. The new head of state looks completely different from Hitler’s style, but the methods are the same insidious and meticulous. He always maintains the apostle-like holiness in the eyes of the German people , And successfully covered the blood-stained sole of the boot.
Ciano is very worried about the current situation in Italy. He has exhorted Mussolini countless times, hoping that he can maintain the rationality and sobriety that a national leader should have, but the reality has let him down again and again. Caesar in a new era can only indulge in the once glorious dream of the Roman Empire.
Disenhofen led Ziano to the end of the corridor. There is an oak gate decorated with cornflower patterns. In front of the door stood a guard flag soldier standing upright on the left and right, wearing a black ceremonial uniform, with a silver thread on the right chest, wearing a black m35 helmet, and holding a 98k rifle. Standing on legs.
Weirler was standing at the door waiting, and when he saw the arrival of Tysenhofen, he quickly greeted him.
“The Führer is waiting for you inside, Mr. Ciano.” Weierle nodded to Ciano solemnly, and a soldier of the flag guard turned and opened the door.
Xu Jun did not choose to meet the envoy in his own living room, but chose the hotel conference room. He decided to make this meeting as formal as possible. Don’t let the Italians find the slightest gap afterwards.
The organizational ability of the Nazi national labor agency is indisputable. It is also at the forefront of the times in terms of decoration taste. This conference room was originally designed to face the Nazi high-level service and pursue high-end atmosphere in the overall design. And everywhere reflects the luxury and elegance of a Bavarian style.
This room is set at one end of the building, and tall glass windows are installed on three sides. Although the time is approaching evening, the orange summer is still slanted against the white windowsill. There are granite veneers on the four walls of the room, making it feel like entering a European castle.
The natural marble, which has only undergone simple processing, retains its shape when it was mined from the quarry, and is carefully stacked into a fireplace according to its shape and size. It adds a rugged and ancient atmosphere to the room, just like the Germanic nation in people’s minds.
There are thick wool carpets on the ground. The pattern should come from Ottoman or even more distant Tehran. The cumbersome texture on it reminds people of the mystery of the alien race in the East.
There is a thick long table in the middle of the meeting room. There is no carvings on it. Only a layer of tree lacquer is applied to the surface. The texture of the wood below can be clearly seen through the amber lacquer. The splicing of materials is seamless, and the polished light can be seen.
Xu Jun was standing next to this huge wooden table, wearing his gorgeous marshal dress, holding the table slightly with one hand and the other behind him, looking at the Italian envoy who entered the door with a serious expression.
“Hi! Reinhardt!” Weierle and Diisenhofen raised their arms to greet loudly, and Himmler and his adjutant who stood by the window quickly agreed.
Ciano had been considering what etiquette to greet after meeting the German dictator, and he did not make a choice until he entered the door.
This is the first time he has seen the apostle of God. Although he has seen some photos and video materials, he thinks he is psychologically prepared, but he really sees himself and feels the kind of difficulty emanating from the other person. With a metaphorical aura, a handsome appearance, and a noble and dignified manner, Ciano found that his previous preparations were far from enough. The apostle was more perfect than he had imagined, especially the clear eyes that seemed to penetrate him. soul.
“Your Honorable Head of State, I am glad to see you.” Ciano reminded himself that he still has a mission on his shoulders, and he leaned slightly to salute Xu Jun.
“It’s nice to meet you and I, Count Ciano.” Xu Jun stood there and didn’t move, only nodding slightly in return.
“Sorry for not saying goodbye to you last time, because something unexpected happened in the country. I am so honored to finally meet the great new German leader.” Seeing Xu Jun’s posture, Qi Arnold was cold for a while, the German must have noticed something, and his father-in-law might be embarrassed this time.
After all, he is a rookie in the diplomatic industry who has experienced many battles. Ciano took the initiative to reach out to Xu Jun. At this time, he could only show his best, at least until he took out the **** letter, to maintain the surface. harmony.
“At that time, I was also personally directing the battle on the front line, and I felt very sorry for not being able to meet the Prime Minister. Please sit down, Count Ciano.” Xu Jun’s mouth was slightly tilted, giving the other party a slightly stiff smile. , A stone in Ziano’s heart fell to the ground. At present, it seems that this character should be the same as Hitler, who is a character who eats soft but not hard.
“Thank you very much, honorable head of state.” Ciano was determined to carry out the flattery to the end. He respectfully leaned to Xu Jun, and then sat down at the conference table under Xu Jun’s sign.
“I don’t know what kind of problems we have between our two countries. I need to cross the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to contact me directly. You should know, Mr. Earl, this is not in accordance with diplomatic etiquette.” Xu Jun slowly walked to the meeting. On the other side of the table, he sat down facing Ciano.
Himmler and Weierle sat down next to Xu Jun’s hands, and Tissenhofen and Himmler’s adjutant stood behind Xu Jun with their chests straight. Looking back at Ziano’s side, there was only the poor foreign minister alone. This made the scene at the time look less like a diplomatic conference, more like a military court conducting investigations and interrogations.
“I thought we could meet in a more private environment, Honorable Head of State. I have brought you a personal letter from the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Italy.” Ciano shrugged awkwardly, and then picked it up. The document bag was placed on the table. He took out a fine silver chain from his pocket, and a bunch of keys was attached to the other end of the chain. Ciano picked one out of the keychain and inserted it into the briefcase. The keyhole on the lock~IndoMTL.com~ The Prime Minister asked to give this letter to you before sunset today. Fortunately, I finally completed the mission within the deadline. “Ziano drew a snow-white envelope from his briefcase, held it in both hands and handed it to Xu Jun.
Xu Jun stretched out his hands and took the envelope. He carefully checked the appearance first, and it seemed that there was no sign of being opened. The front of the envelope was blank, without any words written on it, and Mussolini’s private lacquer seal was burned on the back of the envelope. Xu Jun took the letter opener from Disenhofen and opened the envelope, and pulled out a densely packed letter paper from the inside.
“Italian?” Xu Jun felt that Mussolini was becoming more childish, and even thought that setting up a language barrier was a victory. There are dozens of commonly used languages stored in Jack’s brain, and Xu Jun believes that he is more fluent in Italian than Mussolini.
The problem is that the calligraphy of the big chin seems to be a little awkward. It is obvious that the writer was in an abnormal state when writing this letter, and the handwriting on this letter was a little illegible.
Monthly tickets, collections, and recommendation tickets, except for reminders, I want them all. Thank you for supporting this book. I will continue to work hard. (To be continued.)
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