Manstein hung up the phone. The lights in the office had been turned off all night.
The next morning, Guderian had a document in hand that he wanted Rundstedt to sign.
"You didn't even read the content, so you just rejected it?"
Guderian suppressed the anger in his heart and wanted to force Rundstedt to sign and hand over the command of the nearby troops.
It will be even easier to find Teller then!
Rundstedt took a sip of coffee.
"Of course you can if you want me to hand over power, but Mr. Teller hasn't spoken yet."
Guderian expressed his judgment.
"I suspect he's dead and your hopes are dashed, so you'd better follow Himmler quickly."
"Otherwise, you won't look good if you really break your face."
After Lin Feng heard about it, he rushed over and blocked Guderian into the room.
"This is our own business, why should you interfere?"
Lin Feng sneered.
"It's a joke. I'm here to stop harming everyone because of the war. Who cares about your heirs anymore?"
Guderian was speechless.
Rundstedt finally felt relieved. As long as Lin Feng came, there would still be room for maneuver.
It's really funny to see Guderian deflated.
When Rommel learned that Lin Feng had blocked people in the room, he quickly got out of the car and prepared to take Guderian away.
"Think carefully about what I told you last night!"
After the people left, Rundstedt smiled.
"I really didn't expect such a sudden thing to happen. Mr. Teller was seriously injured. I was at the scene at the time."
"Lin Feng, I really appreciate your help at this time!"
It would be false to say that you are not grateful. No one can help Hans now.
If this continues, they will enter a civil war.
By that time, if John Bull and the others get up to cause trouble again, this country will be shaken to its foundation and cease to exist completely.
Thinking of this, Rundstedt broke into a cold sweat.
Lin Feng asked.
"What's your opinion now?"
"If you want Goebbels to be your successor, where are the relevant documents placed? Or do you have someone more suitable?"
Rundstedt shook his head.
"You don't have to test my attitude. Tomorrow is an important meeting to decide the successor."
Rundstedt put everything on the table, ready for Lin Feng to take it away.
Rommel and the others were already deliberately trying to seize control of the surrounding troops.
If it is really taken away, whoever holds this document tonight will die!
But Lin Feng is better. After all, he has the support of the powerful Eighth Route Army.
Even if Rommel wants to rebel, he still has to think carefully.
"I'll take the things with you. If you need anything, let me know in advance."
Rundstedt watched the people leave and called to his wife.
"Bring me my uniform, I want to do the last bit of dignity."
Rundstedt, who is in his 70s, changed into a new outfit and looked particularly energetic, combing his hair meticulously.
Hide a poison in your sleeve and eat it as long as you lower your head.
He hid two pistols inside his coat and came out of the house with his secretary.
The two of them entered Manstein's direct troops in the suburbs.
"We all have to prepare for the worst!"
Manstein also understood that he would take out his neatest military uniform, put it on and sit in the room. If there was any abnormal movement, he would enter the city at any time.
The wind and clouds were raging, and the whole city was shrouded in a cloud of war.
Regarding the successor incident, Hans has already had quite a few differences.
Ding Wei didn't expect that they would make such a big fuss.
"Is it okay to leave the things here with us?"
Li Yunlong took out the charge QIA from his backpack
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"I knew we had to get involved in this, charge qia
There are also bullets. I brought two big boxes with me! "
Li Yunlong really planned for a rainy day.
Lin Feng asked the two of them to figure out the location of the room.
"I have people prepare three rooms, which are just the angles of fire. As long as the enemy attacks, the three of us can hold it!"
It's entirely possible to hold on until people outside the city get the news and come.
Lin Feng also specially prepared a hidden line phone to maintain a high degree of contact with people outside the city.
Guderian and Rommel found a large group of people.
"Tomorrow is the time for the vote. If Teller still can't show up, we will ask Goebbels to give up all his rights!"
"General Rundstedt will definitely stop us. We are all his students. You all must stand in line!"
"But don't ruin your future because of that old relationship that's not worth mentioning."
All the generals lowered their heads, knowing what this meant.
Lin Feng always felt that he still had something to do.
"Is there anything else you haven't done?"
Just as he was thinking about it, a secretary with a big nose came in from outside.
"Mr. Mackensen would like to invite you all to come over."
Lin Feng was stunned, how could he forget this old man?
This old guy is still alive. If you don’t give Rundstedt some face, you have to give it to him!
"Hurry up and bring your things, this old man is afraid something will happen to us!"
The three of them hurried to Mackenson's house.
Neither Li Yunlong nor Ding Wei knew this kind-looking old man.
Lin Feng lowered his voice and introduced.
"This is Marshal von Mackensen, the big shot who built Teller's fortune!"
Li Yunlong remembered that the brigade commander had a book that recorded the most capable generals from all over the world.
This old man dares to use more than 200 cavalry to chase two regiments...
At first glance, he looks like a ruthless person.
Mackensen shook his head.
"It's all in the past. Now, when Hans encounters such a big thing, we still need to rely on the three of you."
Lin Feng nodded.
"As long as we are here, you can rest assured. I just don't know if Rundstedt can suppress it."
The next morning, everyone rushed to the conference hall.
Rundstedt was actually placed in the third seat.
Before that, I was sitting in the first seat.
As soon as Teller got into trouble, these grandsons dared to do this to him...
Rommel urged the meeting to be held quickly.
"What's the rush?"
"We still have a big shot who's not here yet."
Rommel was stunned.
Marshal Mackensen pushed open the door and entered, wearing an old-style gray military uniform.
But their aura is not inferior to that of these generals who command over 10,000 troops.
Himmler was sitting in the first seat when Field Marshal Mackensen kicked him directly.
"Are you worthy of sitting here? Go aside."
Mackensen's status was too high and no one dared to mess with him.
The old man sat in the first seat and stared at them as he spoke.
Goebbels finally felt confident.
"As for the heir, I, Goebel, believe that Mr. Teller was just injured and will be able to return to work soon."
Rommel shook his head.
"We believe Mr. Teller has been seriously injured and now needs to hand over power."
The two were at loggerheads.
Guderian interrupted from time to time, and Rundstedt banged the table...
