The huge skeleton battle flag was held high in the hands of the captain, protecting it next to the young general like a loyal guard.

The officers and soldiers found that the medal the general wore on his chest was dazzling:

Big Iron Cross Medal, Blue Marx Medal, First Class Iron Cross Medal, God, some medals can't even name some officers.

As they passed, every German officer and soldier felt unable to breathe.

Why? They even had a strange feeling:

They wanted to cheer but didn't dare to make a sound.

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Could it be that magical scene that happened in the Skeleton Master will happen again today?

Jonner hoped it was true, but he couldn't believe it.

Is the beautiful dream really going to be born at this moment?

"Who are you?" Jonnar asked boldly.

"Please salute, Lieutenant General!" the Air Force Marshal said coldly.

As if he had been cast by magic, Jonnar couldn't help but raise his hand and saluted.

The young marshal who came out later handed over the marshal's scepter in his hand to the Air Force marshal without saying anything.

The Air Marshal, who joined the one in his hand, handed the two marshal scepters to Jonner.

Jonner carefully took the first Air Marshal's scepter, which was blue and inlaid with gold, silver and gems. It was inlaid with 24 golden eagles and 24 crosses. There were two signatures at the bottom of the metal shaft head, one of which was the signature of the former head of the empire: Adolf.

Hitler.

Another signature is the signature of the Marshal's Scepter:

Manfred.

Albrecht.

Feng.

Richterhofen!

Jonner's heart was beating uncontrollably with a fever. He tried his best to control his almost collapsed nerves and tried his best to turn his eyes to another marshal's scepter:

This is a dark black marshal scepter in Germany, with only one such scepter inlay in gold, silver and gemstones. The difference is that 36 golden eagles are inlaid with 36 crosses. There is also Adolf on the metal shaft.

Hitler's signature, and the signature of another Marshal's Scepter owner himself is:

Ernst.

Alexson.

Feng.

Bryme!

There is only one such scepter, and only one person is worthy of this dark scepter:

Skeleton Baron!

A "boom" made the blood surge into Jonner's mind.

He staggered and could hardly stand and fell to the ground.

Then, he quickly stood firm and respectfully returned the scepter to the two marshals. Then, he shouted: "Everyone has it, stand at attention!"

The officers and soldiers of the Skeleton Division, who had no idea what had happened, immediately stood up straight. They heard their division commander raise his arms straight and shouted loudly in the greatest sound they could make:

"St-Enst!"

The position was quiet, and the young soldiers did not understand the meaning of these words, but Colham was stunned there.

St. Ernst!

Just as there is only one person in Germany who is wearing the golden skull badge and the dark black marshal scepter, only one person is enjoying this title:

St. Ernst!

Jonner ignored the surprise of his subordinates at all. He continued to say in his greatest voice: "When danger comes to Germany, you will come back! When the Skeleton Division is in a desperate situation, you will come back! Welcome home, Marshal Richterhofen! Welcome home - Marshal Ernst!"

Marshal Ernst - Marshal Ernst!

When the name came out of Jonner's mouth, all the German officers and soldiers were shocked.

There is only one Marshal Richthofen and only one Marshal Ernst!

When danger comes to Germany, I will come back!

When the skeleton master is in a desperate situation, I will come back!

Ernst.

Alexson.

Feng.

Bryme! Honorary Marshal of the German Empire's Army, Navy and Air Force - Germany's unbeaten god of war - the most trusted striker of the God of Death:

Skeleton Baron!

Please call him the Skeleton Baron!

Colham's body was also trembling there. He was controlling his devastating emotions like Jonner, and then shouted loudly in a hoarse voice:

"St-Enst!"

"St-Enster! St-Enster!!! St-Enster!!!"

In an instant, all the German officers and soldiers raised their arms straight, shouting hysterically, and frantically.

This sound is deafening, this sound pierces the sky!

They finally knew who the young marshal was:

That's - Baron Skeleton!

He never betrayed his oath:

When danger comes to Germany, I will come back!

The fanatical cry went higher and higher, and countless soldiers cried loudly while crying!

That was the German god of war, and that was the idol they had followed since childhood.

That is the hope and future of Germany!

Finally, some officers and soldiers could no longer support their emotions and fell to their knees on the ground and burst into tears.

When Germany's fate was reversed, when the enemy invaded Germany in a massive attack, all the German soldiers were fighting a hopeless war with their passion. They knew they could not win, and they knew that they would die on the battlefield sooner or later, but they were still trying their best.

They were abandoned by their allies and betrayed by their allies. They are the loneliest group of people in this world.

But hopelessness finally emerged, all grievances, all loneliness and all emotions were completely released at this moment.

At this moment, they were no longer strong warriors. They were crying like a bullied child who finally saw their most trustworthy father.

Hope has never been possessed, but hope has risen here again!

Baron - Return! Victory - Return! Glory - Return!

Some soldiers shouted loudly and said that their eyes fell on the opposite position:

That is, the enemy's position!

They attacked here frantically, and made the land in Germany burn wildly.

Now, it’s time to return such humiliation to the enemy ten times!

Burning - the will of Germany!

"All stand up and straighten your chests, German soldiers!"

In the majestic voice of Marshal Ernst, the crying soldiers wiped away their tears and stood up straight.

"I'm back, I said I will come back, when danger comes to Germany." Wang Weiyi's eyes swept across all the officers and soldiers: "I think you have heard all my speeches. Failure is not terrible. We can definitely recover the lost glory. I will continue to lead you to fight until there is no enemy on the land of Germany. Moreover, I will return the shame that the enemy brings us to ten or a hundred times!"

The soldiers couldn't help but want to cheer, but they tried their best to restrain their emotions.

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To be continued...