"Yuan, Yuan, Yuan! Why did you arrest me? I am not a traitor!"

When he saw Chen Yanlong, Martin Bowman immediately panicked and stammered.

"Is that right? I know what I know! Don't run away or resist anymore! I said that I won't kill you and your family, and I won't hurt you at all! But the prerequisite is that you just need to obey my orders and do it! If you are really loyal to me and loyal to me, show me now!"

Chen Yanlong responded word by word with his eyes sharply staring at Martin Bauman.

"I, I..."

Under Chen Yanlong's powerful gaze, he stuttered in panic and frightened.

"How is it? I have a lot to deal with! Are you listening to me, putting down your weapons, and walking with my guard? Or do you want to shoot and resist?"

Chen Yanlong said straight without any patience.

"Sorry! Head of State! I want to live! So you go and die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin Bauman suddenly seemed to be crazy and suddenly opened his eyes wide; at the same time, he also raised the Walter P38 pistol in his hand with a hideous face and prepared to shoot.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In a flash, two gunshots echoed throughout the entire Berlin Imperial Prime Minister's Office.

All staff and the guards were awakened.

After a while, everyone was looking at me and I looked at you and asked each other about what happened, because it seemed not the first time the gunshots were today.

And those guards who had not received Chen Yanlong's orders to participate in the capture of Martin Bowman; and their squad leader rushed over to the origin of the gunfire.

Because they are all worried about Hitler's safety at this moment, because their responsibility is to protect his life; if something happened to Hitler in the Imperial Prime Minister's Office and died; I am afraid that these guards of the Prime Minister's Office will have no good results.

When the first round of gunfire just now, they still felt that it was their own illusion. How could there be gunfire for no reason? But now when the second round of gunfire sounded, they suddenly felt something was wrong, and it was a big deal.

So soon hundreds of guards fully armed to the teeth gathered from all directions to the southeast gate where Chen Yanlong was located.

But when they arrived, they were all stunned for a moment.

The reason is very simple, because they not only saw their captain, but they had already surrounded Chen Yanlong with more than a dozen guards holding MP40 submachine guns or Mauser 98K rifles.

At the same time, they also clearly saw Martin Bowman seriously injured in his left arm by a pistol; he was lying on the floor in blood, wailing in great pain.

As for Chen Yanlong, his clothes were broken by a bullet and he stood because he had just shot faster than Martin Bowman.

And while shooting, he also carried out ballistic trajectory to avoid it. Unfortunately, his body is not as young and strong as his previous life, so his clothes were a little bit broken by bullets.

So Martin Bauman failed to successfully shoot, or shot Chen Yanlong to death.

However, a guard member standing next to Chen Yanlong became a bad guy and was injured by the missed bullet of Martin Bowman's right shoulder.

At this moment, he was exactly like Martin Baumann shot by Chen Yanlong; he lay in his pool of blood, moaning in pain.

"I said I won't kill you for the time being, so I won't kill you! But you disappointed me! I actually wanted to kill me! Arrest him for me, treat him with a gunshot wound, and then imprison him for awaiting my hair!"

Chen Yanlong's eyes were exposed and he gave an order to the guard captain Kenneth Branagh.

"Yes! Head of State!"

Guard captain Kenneth Branag immediately responded loudly to the standard Nazi military salute.

Then he immediately went to drag the blood-stained Martin Bauman away.

Chen Yanlong, with murderous aura, led a small group of guards away.

And at this time, at Rommel's home in recuperation.

Rommel sat in the hall, concentrating on his war memoirs.

His wife Lucy and his son Manfred were also doing their own things to accompany him.

Looking at his wife and son accompanying him in a harmonious manner, Rommel felt very warm and happy.

But at this moment, whenever he thinks about how to write his memoirs of war, he can't help but recall the soldiers and generals who died in the war in Africa.

Those were the best soldiers and generals he had trained himself.

More than 10,000 people died in the desert area in Africa, which was beyond the end.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help feeling heartbroken, sad and hatred.

"Montgomery! That bastard! The blood feud of my more than 10,000 elite subordinates. One day I will definitely pay a heavy price for you and your British and American allies! You can wait for me!"

Then he couldn't help but recall Montgomery's hateful face, and then became furious and started to curse in his heart.

There was no way, because Montgomery defeated his African army in North Africa, and made him recall him to the Supreme Command on March 31, 1943, and awarded him the Diamond Double Sword Silver Oak Leaf Knight Cross, and he was dismissed from his post and recuperated.

And Rommel has been recuperating at his home for 9 months.

During these nine months, Rommel, who left Africa by Henkel, went to Rome and the Soviet Union; and then turned back to Vienna, living with his wife and son, and had become an ant in Henwoo who was upset and impatiently waiting for the new combat command mission.

Although he was anxiously waiting and looking forward, he still did not wait for Hitler to reuse it or give him a new opportunity to fight.

Even the goosebump-provoking birthday wishes he wrote to Hitler were sank to the sea.

The general content of the blessing speech is: "My dear leader, I wish you good news in the new year and the enemy will be frightened!"

When he changed from hopeful and expectant emotions to the point of loss, disappointment, and even hopelessness, he finally couldn't bear it and called Arnim directly, his former deputy, and asked the other party to report to him every day about the latest battle situation in North Africa.

Unfortunately, for this Field Marshal who has been gradually forgotten and has no power, Arnim did not give him any face. He told him that Keselin, the commander-in-chief of the Southern War Zone, opposed and prohibited him from continuing to report the situation on the front line to Rommel.

In this regard, Rommel felt as if the situation was over, in disgrace.

But today his feeling of failure is getting deeper and deeper and deeply painful.

Just when he was so depressed and felt very bad about himself, his beloved wife Lucy suddenly noticed his abnormality; and walked gently to him, gently holding his shoulder with his hands.

"What's wrong? His face looks so ugly. Are you worried? Or is it uncomfortable there?"

At the same time, Lucy asked with great concern.

"No! No, it's okay! I just remembered those subordinates who died in Africa! And the hated Montgomery! I will definitely give him a heavy blow! Avenge our dead soldiers!"

When he saw his wife Lucy, he asked very rarely gentlely, and Rommel also spoke frankly about his depression.

"Well! You will! I believe you!"

Lucy responded softly again.

"Thank you! Lucy!"

Rommel said very moved.

But just as he and his wife were chatting in great harmony, Lieutenant Schmidt, his adjutant, suddenly, rushed and panted, and came to his home for a visit.

When he was received by Rommel, he immediately said in a panic: "Yuan, Marshal! A big thing happened! Your former chief of staff, Lieutenant General Hans Spidal, was captured by SS in Sylem today! And today, the Prime Minister's Office of the Berlin Empire, the head of state also led people to arrest the head of state, Secretary-General Martin Bauman, and there was a gunfight between them!"

"What!"

Upon hearing this, Rommel and his wife Lucy beside him were both shocked and stunned; as if he was as stunned as a wooden chicken, he exclaimed in disbelief.

"In addition to these big things, the bastard Alnim heard that he and his more than 100,000 troops were besieged by the British and American allies on the Bangkok Peninsula, with ammunition and food exhaustion and almost unable to resist, so he is ready to surrender!"

"What! That fool Alnim is going to surrender to the British and American Allies! Is his brain watered? He still has more than 100,000 soldiers now! If he surrenders, then the African Legion of our empire will be completely destroyed!"
Chapter completed!