Section 2: I am Hitler, who am I afraid of?

  The man in front of him is definitely the number one philanderer of the Third Empire, with sexual prowess and oratory skills that are equally outstanding. Dr. Goebbels, Minister of Propaganda and National Education, Hitler's old comrade-in-arms, can compile a list of lovers as long as a company. The fat man in brown uniform is Bormann, Hitler's secretary, similar to the Secretary General of the Central Office, who is inseparable from the Führer and is called the Führer's shadow. As for those people in front, they are temporarily forgotten.

  Li De trembled and asked: "What's today's date?"

  "Today is November 6th." "Thursday," Goebbels and Bormann answered in unison. Goebbels glared at Bormann, adding: "The Fuehrer has been asleep for a whole week now."

  Li De extended his hand to Dr. Goebbels and said apologetically, "Paul Joseph Goebbels, I'm so sorry that I couldn't attend your birthday, what a pity."

  "This can only be blamed on the Russians. Mein Führer, have you forgotten? It was my birthday that day when our armored train was ambushed by partisans." Goebbels said with a lingering fear, staring at Lide's bandaged hand in a daze.

  "With a shrug of his hand, he imitated Hitler's tone and said: 'Great difficulties do not kill, but must have good fortune afterwards. This is my fate, indicating that heaven requires us to complete our historical mission and bring blessings to the German people.'"

  A sigh of relief was heard, and Goebbels let out a long breath: "After this ordeal, I found that the Führer's will to fight has not been shaken, and I am very satisfied."

  Li De felt pleased in his heart: "I'm also satisfied, a group of fools." But he said with his mouth: "Thank you, comrades." He wanted to put on a smiling face, but the pain made him open his mouth and take a deep breath - the face that had undergone surgery was twisted in unbearable pain, the muscles on his face turned into a musical score. Everyone took this as the leader showing them a smile, and they all waved their hands: "My leader, please don't be polite, it's what I should do."

  A big fat man came over to examine him. Li De tensely held onto the quilt, just like a child who was afraid of getting an injection. The fat man's stethoscope hovered in mid-air, his eyes fixed on Goebbels.

  This guy is Hitler's personal physician Morell, the second person to be familiar with Hitler's body after Eva, he realizes that this fat man is a time bomb and must be kicked out.

  "Doctor, after this great ordeal I feel much better. All the minor ailments I had before have also disappeared. In other words, I no longer need a personal physician. Please arrange for Dr. Morell to be given suitable work."

  The stethoscope fell from Dr. Mohr's hands and tears suddenly filled his eyes: "My leader, did I not do well?"

  Li De enjoyed the thrill of power, his heart feeling like he had eaten honey: "No, Dr. Mo, you don't understand what I mean. I've already said that after this ordeal, my original illness is gone, and my stomach problems are also cured. You have nothing to do with me now, so as a reward for your years of service, I want to promote you."

  Dr. Morell's eyes flashed with a hint of brightness, and he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, grinning: "Promote me? This...this isn't right, is it? I didn't think I'd also be able to get in on this...become an official or something. Thank you, Führer! And thank you, Herr Goebbels."

  Goebbels said calmly, "Alright, you go to the Ministry of Health first. I'll call Minister Leonardo Conti of the Imperial Ministry of Health on behalf of the Führer. You should be mentally prepared, as someone who has left the Führer's side is at least a departmental or bureau-level cadre."

  "Deputy director level cadre? Yes, yes, yes. Good, good, good. Right, right, right." Mo Er felt dizzy for a moment, one hand grasping the bedhead, nodding and bowing repeatedly, his head knocking against the iron bedframe, producing a metallic vibration.

  "Hey, why are the dictator's eyes black?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

  Li De's scalp felt a chill, his whole body felt like it was crawling with ants. He inadvertently glanced at Dr. Moer, who glared fiercely at the troublemaker, then bowed to Yuan Shou and shouted loudly: "The blackening of the eyes is due to the side effects of Korea's treatment for burn scars. Don't pretend to understand if you don't!"

  Li De suddenly came up with an inspiration and pretended to be regretful: "Alas, my gray-brown eyeballs have turned into black eyeballs, I've become a Japanese person."

  Everyone laughed. Li De felt his acting skills were quite good.

  Goebbels nodded to Bormann, who pulled out a sheet of paper from his red leather portfolio and said to Hitler: "My Fuehrer, there are some urgent matters that have arisen during your stay in the hospital. Do you wish to deal with them here or at the Chancellery?"

  Li De glanced at Goebbels, who was staring intently at the folder in Bauman's hand. Li De struggled to get out of bed, with a female nurse coming over to assist him and another kneeling on the floor to help him put on his boots. He caught sight of the rounded breast half-hidden under the nurse's uniform and couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart, his mind racing with fantasies. When he heard someone coughing intentionally or unintentionally, he solemnly put on his boots, stood up without looking around, and supported himself against the bed.

  As a party and state leader, he must restrain himself and pay attention to his image. He feels suffocated: since he has traveled through time, why not travel as Goebbels, the greatest stud of the Third Empire, who boasts that he can handle three or five women at once, what a wonderful fate it would be.

  But fate made him Hitler, who did not smoke, drink or womanize and especially did not eat meat, which almost cost him his life. He was just like a monk. Where is the leader, living like an ascetic monk? Even monks have the opportunity to secretly taste forbidden fruit, but he was watched by many eyes and had to be more Hitler than Hitler himself.

  Li De recalled the US presidential election before crossing over, and some netizens commented: What's the point of fighting for it? Even if you become the president, what can you do? You can't have affairs with women, you can't be corrupt or take bribes, and you can't even help your children find jobs. It's not as powerful as being a county magistrate in a certain country. What's the point of that?

  Li De sighed and could only use the old saying of Meng Lao Jiu, "Heaven lays great responsibilities on this person, must first labor his muscles and bones..." to encourage himself.

  A wave of unprecedented agony swept over him, his entire body feeling like a snake shedding its skin as it transformed. Each transformation made him ache to the bone, losing consciousness and his sense of self. He slept for another day and night, and when he woke up again, he had been reborn: he was now fully merged with Hitler, body and soul, truly becoming one.

  He got into the Mercedes-Benz and sped off towards the Chancellery. A dozen or so cars followed behind. The motorcade arrived at the southeast gate of the Chancellery on Wilhelmstrasse about half an hour later, a recessed entrance with a square in front where troops could be reviewed. At the entrance stood two bronze statues over four meters tall, representing the Nazi Party and the military.

  Li De was helped down from the car, walked up the steps, and the sentries on either side of the pillar saluted. Passing through the gate under the eagle emblem, he saw a rectangular flower hall with a transparent glass roof. The sunlight could shine directly into the hall. At the end was a large marble slab decoration, geometric wall surface and double doors.

  Through the second gate, you will find yourself in a small circular hall with only one dimly lit large lamp on top. Speer's design here makes visitors enter from a spacious and bright space to a narrow and dark room like an underground cellar, producing a sense of falling into darkness and losing direction. Thus achieving the host's goal of making visitors tense and fearful.

  Further ahead is the spacious marble gallery. This building, modeled after the Hall of Mirrors at the Palace of Versailles in France, is twice as large as that one. Hitler reportedly gloated, "Foreign potentates will have to take a long walk from the entrance to the reception hall; they will get a taste of the power and grandeur of the German Empire!" Speer worried about the polished marble being too slippery, but Hitler insisted, "Diplomats should move carefully on smooth floors."

  Lee Te carefully moved through the gallery and into the office. In the spacious office, a portrait of Frederick the Great hung on the wall, he sat down in the red chair, Speer and Goebbels sat in the chairs opposite him, Bormann stood behind him as usual. The three men's polite conversation had not yet finished when a handsome man with deep-set eyes and a wide mouth came in - an SS Sturmbannführer, who reported to him in a low voice that Eva had come to visit him.

  Lee De did not know who was in front of him, fortunately, Bao Man inadvertently helped him understand, and ordered the third-level assault team leader of the SS: "Heinz Linge, hurry up." Then Bao Man went out with Speer and Goebbels, who got up to take his hat.

  Lee De stretched out his hand to call them back, saw Lin Ge staring at him strangely, Lee De immediately turned his outstretched hand into scratching his head as a disguise, and his mind was racing, vaguely remembering that this bricklayer-turned Heinz? Lin Ge was Hitler's personal valet.

  Linge produced chocolate, tea, champagne and sweets from the cupboard as if by magic, and had just arranged them on the table when Eva Braun came in accompanied by Hitler's secretary Christa Schroeder.

  Eva Braun was born in 1912 in Munich, Germany into a family of teachers. In 1929, at the age of 17, Eva began working as an assistant to Heinrich Hoffmann, Hitler's official photographer, which is how she met Hitler and gradually developed a romantic relationship with him. Despite their 23-year age difference, this did not hinder the emotional connection between them. Apart from Hitler's mother, Eva was the only woman who touched Hitler's soul. What moved Hitler's cold heart was Eva's personality, charm, and independence, which continued to attract Hitler.

  Eva's golden hair was fluffy and flowing, her face was pink and smooth, her figure was slender, her thighs were plump, and her posture was elegant. She walked up to Li De and smiled: "Hello Adolf, thank God you're back by my side again."

  Li De stood up from behind the table, and due to tension and excessive force, the armchair fell to the ground with a loud noise, apparently made of genuine nanmu wood. Aiwa quickly came over to grab his arm, Lin Ge picked up the chair, then gave Schroeder a signal with her eyes, and the two left.

  Li Dehuan hesitated for a moment, then poured two glasses of champagne with trembling hands. He handed one to Aiwa and thanked her for coming. Aiwa stroked his face gently and said, "I've been going to the hospital every day to see you, but now I can barely recognize you."

  Li De grasped her hand, clinked his wine cup against hers, tilted his head back and drained it in one gulp. Then he showed her the bottom of his cup, and her gaze became even more distant: "You, drink?"

  Li De was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat, but he quickly calmed down, stroking Aiwa's hair and saying: "Dear, this time I was injured and narrowly escaped death. I've come to realize that life is short, so let's drink and sing! Life is fleeting, like the morning dew, and there are many bitter days ahead. Why bind ourselves up?"

  Eva suddenly looked radiant and stood up clapping her hands: "Great, you're finally an adult."

  "What? Was I not human before?" The leader also stood up and threw a virtual punch at her.

  "I'm talking about becoming a normal person, hehe." Athlete-born Eva quickly grabbed his fist and playfully slapped him on the face.

  Li De smiled and found a new reason: "The doctor said that drinking less wine is good for recovering from illness."

  Aiya playfully gazed at him: "Really? I go to the hospital every day, why haven't I heard a doctor say that, hmm——" Li De, in order to cover up his embarrassment, suddenly pulled her into his arms and pressed his mouth against her crimson lips. Her lips were very plump and felt good, but they were a bit sticky due to the thick lipstick.

  Accompanied by the Chanel perfume that wafted from France, Eva leaned her head against his chest, unbuttoning him while speaking tenderly: "Dear Adolf, I just feel like you've come down from your high pedestal, and I'm thrilled that you can be this way, really."

  Eva smiled coquettishly, stroking the bottom of Li De's nose with one hand: "That little mustache is gone, it's more convenient to kiss without it, that's your trademark. For Germany, you have to grow it back, okay?"

  Li De was indignant for Eva: Hitler left such a beautiful and charming woman, who is not only delicious in appearance but also full of sensuality, to guard an empty room alone, which is simply a sin. Eva's gaze and smile are so captivating that they stir one's soul, making people's imagination run wild and involuntarily think about doing that thing.

  Li Yu once said: "When a woman has a charming appearance, three or four parts of her beauty can make up for six or seven parts." If applied to Aiwa, it can be said that she is extremely beautiful and can make up for twenty parts.

  What's there to hesitate about when faced with such a rare bird? Li De, like a madman, kissed her passionately, almost sucking her tongue out. If they weren't in the office, Li De would have pinned her to the ground long ago.

  The footsteps in the corridor continued unabated. The two parted, and Eva said in a gentle voice: "Let's go to Berggarten Villa in Bavaria tonight."

  Li De was taken aback, gazing at Aiwa's tall and beautiful figure. Honestly, his concern outweighed his inferiority complex. When people talk about the differences between Easterners and Westerners, they often focus on skin color, height, and other physical appearances, neglecting a most fundamental difference - sexual ability.

  Westerners, whether men or women, have a strong sex drive, especially Nordic women, who are said to be able to fight for several hours with multiple physically strong men without getting tired. Arab women are so respectful to men because of the Arab man's long gun that can pierce through the sky and never fall. On the other hand, men who stay at home all day cooking and even polishing their wife's shoes are definitely not capable in that aspect.

  In this regard, Li De thought he was exceptional. When he was in college, his roommates were bored and took out the guns their parents had given them to compare with each other. Li De lay on the bed laughing, when it was his turn, he proudly stood up and slowly unzipped his pants, and a huge thing jumped out. His roommates let out a burst of exclamation, then lowered their heads in shame: It was a comparison between a rolling pin and chopsticks, pencils and pen tips. From then on, Li De had another nickname - his classmates called him "Ma Hu Qiu" to his face, but behind his back, they combined the two words into one: "Donkey Ball".

  His daydream was interrupted, the door opened and Bormann came in, followed by Commander-in-Chief of the Army Brauchitsch, Chief of the General Staff Halder, Chief of the OKW Keitel, Chief of Operations Department Jodl, Deputy to the Fuehrer and historian Scherff, officers from the Operations and Intelligence Departments.

  Eva hastily left him and sat down in the chair opposite him. Bowman explained that the army needed him to approve their next attack plan as soon as possible, for which they had been waiting a whole week.

  "Where is he? Is he at Army Headquarters?" Li De asked.

  "Not in the wolf's den." Borowski replied gruffly, then he looked at Eva. Eva stood up, gave everyone a gentle smile, successfully stunning everyone, and walked away gracefully.