Section 3: The Beautiful Representative of Yuan Shou

  Rania was folding clothes in her dormitory when the phone rang. She put the receiver on her shoulder and continued to fold clothes with her hands.

  "Who's that? Oh, it's you, Mr. President! Hello!" She became excited.

  "The car is parked at the north gate of St. Paul's Church, you put down what you're holding and come here to report." The leader said. Rania wanted to make a joke, but hearing his serious tone, she restrained herself.

  She walked in front of the mirror and casually smeared her face, put on that red windbreaker, which was a birthday gift from Yuan Shou, God knows how he knew it was his birthday.

  November 20, a mailman handed her a package. She glanced at it and saw that the sender was the Supreme Command. She thought it was a blanket or pillow from the living quarters, signed for it and casually threw it on the bed, putting her legs on the table and falling asleep. In the middle of the night she woke up with cold, then thought of the package, opened it, and found a red postcard on top of a red windbreaker, with a line written in Gothic script: "Happy birthday to my little Latvian rabbit - Adolf Hitler."

  Thinking of this, she secretly smiled. The street was crowded with people, a hand on her shoulder, and she turned around to see Lin Ge.

  "What are you doing here?" Rania asked in surprise, casually removing his hand from her shoulder as she looked around.

  Lingge is an attendant of the Prime Minister's Office, and today he wore casual clothes, making Renya laugh who was used to seeing him in SS uniform. She joked "Why are you dressed so formally, preparing to be a groom?"

  Gege leaned in close to her and whispered: "I may not be the groom, but I can deliver a beautiful bride to the emperor."

  Rania punched him and he retreated continuously, nervously looking around.

  Ling'er sent her to the Prime Minister's mansion, where a very familiar general was talking to the Premier about something. It was Kinsel, who had been dismissed just a few hours ago. Seeing Rania enter, the officer looked at the Premier in surprise and then glared at her with anger.

  The head of state tapped his index finger on the table, drawing attention to the matter at hand. The conversation between the two seemed not very pleasant and had been going on for a long time, as the head of state said: "Ginsel, I have patiently explained to you for an hour that letting Byron take over is a normal job rotation, and I have arranged for you to be the commander of the 122nd division. This arrangement is already a promotion beyond your rank as a colonel."

  It seems that General Jodl came straight to the Fuehrer's headquarters from his office and complained, which didn't satisfy even the division commander, indicating that he still cherished the position of Chief of the Operations Department of the Army High Command and was unwilling to go to the front line.

  The head of state looked flustered and annoyed, Renia's arrival made him want to end the meeting as soon as possible, he stood up to get his hat.

  Colonel Ginzell reluctantly stood up, glaring at Renya: "I'd rather not say this, but I think the Führer was influenced by some gossiping woman to do something like this." After finishing speaking, he put on his hat and took big strides.

  "Halt!" Rania shouted, and Kinsel, who was almost at the door, stopped in his tracks, slowly turned around, surprise, anger, disdain, and unexpectedness alternating on his old face.

  Rania asked word by word: "Who is a gossipmonger? Explain it clearly to me in front of the president today!"

  "Kinzell turned around, his face full of disdain: 'You're just a prisoner of our army, what right do you have to lecture me? I clearly remember what you said in front of General Harde this morning. I advise you to be mindful of your identity, a prisoner of war, don't forget that you are nothing but a prisoner of war, don't try to act superior. A hen can fly high, but at most it will only reach the rooftop, I advise you to know your limits.'"

  The leader's face was filled with anger, just about to open his mouth, when Rania stretched out her hand to stop him. She smiled at Ginzell, but the words she spoke were like daggers: "You rely on others for power, I'd like to ask who is the dog and who is the human?"

  "Your dismissal should have come much earlier. From March 1940 to June 1941, I was in the General Staff of Latvia, and my colleagues estimated that the Soviet army could mobilize an army of 20 million people. And you and your Eastern Foreign Affairs Office claimed that the Soviet Union only had 200 divisions? The KV tank of the Soviet army appeared on the battlefield between Finland and the Soviet Union a year ago, but due to your ignorance, within a few days after the outbreak of the war, one division of the 41st Army of Heppner was blocked by a single KV tank for three days."

  Rania took a deep breath and continued: "I'll ask you again, why did the German army's logistics have such big problems? Even if the Soviet Union's secrecy work was good, you didn't have the ability to spy on military secrets, but the Soviet Union's terrain, climate, roads, these things are in plain sight. The Führer relieved you of your duties and still arranged a job for you, if it were in the Soviet Union, Stalin would have sent you to a concentration camp long ago..."

  "Shameless!" The leader ordered her to shut up, but her inquiry was a fact, she said what he didn't dare to say.

  Under Rania's relentless pressure, Kinsella was left with only self-justification. He raised his hands as if to hold something at bay three steps away and muttered: "I... we interrogated refugees from Russia, we still... can't blame everything on me... I..."

  He saw Bowman and Goebbels come in, got bolder, returned to normal, pretended to be majestic with one hand behind his back and the other pointing at her: "Who allowed a foreign prisoner of war to point fingers at the Army General Staff? How dare you, petty man gets arrogant."

  The Minister of Propaganda for the Empire delighted in finding fault with the army, and seeing that the thorn Rania had picked was even thicker than a wooden stick, he naturally took great pleasure in it. He walked up to her and pressed his hand on her shoulder, gloatingly saying to Kitzel: "There's a small mistake that needs to be corrected. As far as I know, Rania is not some Russian prisoner of war, but an ally, and an army officer at that, one in charge of intelligence. I think Colonel Kitzel won't forget the fact that when our 18th Army Group entered Latvia, it was Rania and her comrades who led the resistance forces to liberate half of Riga and welcome the German army."

  The cunning Goebbels dropped the big stick, picked up the sugar cube, turned to Rennia and rebuked: "Of course, you can defend yourself, but you have no right to curse proud German officers, especially not to mention the Führer and Stalin in the same breath. You should apologize to Colonel Kinsel."

  G?pel pinched her shoulder, and Rennya did the same, grinning at Colonel Goldtzel: "Sorry, I bumped into you. You're a big shot, so please forgive me, little girl."

  Jin Cai let out a hum in his nose and walked away with a huff, followed by the sound of laughter.

  The only ones left in the house were the Führer, Rania, Bowman and Goebbels. He suggested that the Führer should still take a conciliatory approach, despite having arranged for this unfortunate guy's position. Although he often ridiculed the army in his daily life, at critical moments he was still unwilling to push things to an extreme.

  After Goebbels and Baurmann left, the Führer lay exhausted on the sofa, stroking Ragnhild's hand and saying that he would rest for a while before going to her quarters.

  Ran Ni asked strangely: "Then why did you call me here? I was packing my stuff in the dormitory."

  "Let you help me quarrel?" The emperor sucked one of her fingers into his mouth.

  "Disgusting. Did you plan this?" Rania pulled her fingers out of his mouth, possibly bitten in pain, and frowned.

  The head of state told her that the action to inspect the front line was postponed because a fierce battle was going on there. Renya looked disappointed, twisting her hair with her hand and didn't make another sound until he asked if she liked the red windbreaker he bought for her? Renya's spring heart seemed to be moved, and she kissed him deeply: "Thank you, Adolf."

  The leader was unhappy: "Only Eva can call me Adolf, no one else, including you, this is my bottom line."

  Rania pulled his hand into her pants and mischievously said to him: "I also have my bottom line, in this..."

  ……

  Berlin, Chancellery. Li De lifted his head from a large pile of documents and said to Bao Man who was waiting beside him: "Pack your bags, get ready to leave."

  "Where to?" Bowman asked.

  Li De looked back at him in surprise. In the past, when he made a decision, Bowman would not say a word, but today his expression was somewhat off.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, he said that shortly after preparing to inspect Logoye Pole, Goebbels arrived, followed by G?ring and Himmler.

  Goebbels invited the Führer to attend a "Strength through Joy" concert at the Berlin Sportpalast, saying that workers had not seen the Führer for a long time and were eager to hear his teachings.

  Goring asked the Fuehrer to come to the Air Force's new technology exhibition room, where there was a new aircraft, hoping that the Fuehrer would "see it first".

  Himmler's words carried a threatening tone, saying that the current Empire's policy towards national enemies was too lenient, and there were internal discussions within the SS, hoping that the Führer would personally explain.

  Li De knew they had colluded beforehand, intending to make him give up his plan to inspect the small city that had just been occupied and where gunfire was still occasionally heard. Thinking it over, it really was dangerous. He knew his comrades were doing it for his own good as well as for the empire; after the train accident, they were even more concerned about his safety. Alright, perhaps he was being too emotional.

  Goebbels had an idea: "Doesn't the US President have a personal representative? Take a look." Then let Renya be my personal representative. Li De was eager.

  ……

  Rania was sorting files when Byron came in, followed by Belo. Byron told her to go back and pack her things, they would be leaving early tomorrow morning.

  "Where to?" Rania asked.

  "Eastern front. As the representative of the head of state, go down and get a grasp on the situation, then come back and report to the head of state. It's also good that I should familiarize myself with the battlefield situation, so we'll both go down together." Byron said in one breath.

  Rania was radiant. The routine work behind her was about to suffocate her with illness. Now that's done, she can dive into the fray, soaring high and swimming freely, how could she not be ecstatic?

  "Are you happy now?" said Belo, the Führer's Luftwaffe adjutant.

  Rania let out a long sigh and said that this period of time was as unbearable as being locked in a cage like a lion.

  Bello agreed and added: "Still a lioness."

  "What a pity! I can only continue being a male lion. If I had known this earlier, I should have learned Russian in college."

  "A male lion? Haha—” Rania laughed so hard she bent over, “Look at your tall and thin figure, and then look at your chest, you're more like a rooster. A male lion? Haha—"