My Third Empire

Dang, dang, dang. There was a knock on the door of the office, Gordon rubbed the bridge of his sore nose, relieved the fatigue caused by overwork, and raised his head a little helplessly: Come in.

These days he has approved about five hundred old German army officers, all of whom have been left in the newly formed German army, and it can be said that each of them has been carefully selected and selected through multiple comparisons.

This army can be said to be the smallest army in the entire European continent, but it can also be said to be the most professional army in the whole Europe and even the whole world.

There is a credit to Major Gordon. He has been working for ten days in a row, and every day will arrange the final ownership and whereabouts of more than forty soldiers.

Major Gordon, Lieutenant Arcardo Rudolph salutes you. A clear voice sounded in the direction of the door, but it was no different in Gordon's ears. He received dozens of such young people every day. Everyone can be said to be the elite of the elite. He dutifully strives to retain the greatest fighting power for Germany, which is what he thinks is right.

These days, all kinds of voices are ringing in his ears every day, some full of vigor, some vigorous, these soldiers are the best, at least one tenth of them have won the Iron Cross Medal , in addition to the traditional officer nobility, with former German army majors who volunteered to enlist as soldiers.

I have read your resume, Captain Akka, I believe you are still unclear about the reason for your stay. I will tell you the truth now. I have at least 20,000 soldiers here who are better than you. The reason why I chose you Very simple, you have been gassed and survived completely, I am missing a gas response training team here, you are responsible for training about two regiments of new army soldiers to make sure they can survive an enemy gas attack like You are as safe as you are.

Akado was stunned for a moment, he thought about the reason for his stay, and he did think that it should be related to the poison gas, but he really didn't expect that he would be so lucky to become a logistics force.

Your office is temporarily located at the 103rd Regiment Headquarters, just on the outskirts of Hamburg. There are very good facilities there. It used to be the headquarters of an army. One of the two regiments you are in charge of is the 103rd Regiment and the other is the 105th Regiment. Gordon looked on. I did not treat you badly, I am very proud of the superior treatment of the army: Leather sofa, oak desk, and even a large globe.

Sir, these things have nothing to do with war, please forgive my rudeness. Arkado was somewhat disgusted with those luxurious and useless things.

These are just the previous statistics. After the defeat, almost all the military camps were looted. You'd better not expect too much of what I said. Gordon lowered his head and continued to work on the documents in front of him: When you go out Please call the next soldier for me.

Who am I going to give my report to? Or who should I be responsible for? Arcador stood up and finally asked.

Gordon was stunned for a moment, then he paused before answering Akado's question: Report? Oh, the recent reorganization of the Army is really messy, and my superior didn't tell me who your team needs to report to, so that's it , you start your work first, and sooner or later the above will think of you.

It is like a dying person who is at the end of the road. The function of his body is about to die. The current situation of the German army is the same. It is a mess here, and it has not yet shown the vitality it should have.

After receiving a pistol from Gordon's assistant, as well as a document to prove his identity, and a document for the other party to check, Arcardo set off to find his office. And this so-called poison gas prevention team led by Arcador,

It's just him.

Originally, he was already a second lieutenant, so he should have several subordinates, or at least one assistant, but he was not so lucky. Because of the sudden tension of the German army, his poor second lieutenant was not good enough to be equipped with an assistant.

So, after walking alone all morning, Akado finally found the regiment of the 103rd regiment. No wonder he searched for so long, because on the gate of the legendary regiment of the 103rd regiment, there was a sign The 11th Army of the Imperial Army. sign.

There was chaos in the barracks. Originally, a guard battalion should be stationed here. However, because the size of the headquarters has become smaller, and many soldiers have not had time to report, there are only 7 guards alone here.

The guards at the door checked Accardo's documents, and then took him to a random room to use as an office. The door of this office was also marked, which clearly read: Secretariat of the Eleventh Army.

Of course, the head of the regiment has already arrived, but he is in charge of the reorganization of the second battalion in the suburbs. The first battalion has just been formed, and the most basic training has not yet started, so the regiment has not actually been formed, let alone anti-gas training. (Although these people have participated in military training, according to the regulations, they must train again.) Therefore, Arkado is now considered an idle job with nothing at all.

When Akado pushed open the door of his office, he was still stunned by what he saw. The sofa fell to the ground, the globe was gone, and the large oak desk was full of messes. It could be said to be top secret before. various documents.

There was a brazier in the center of the room, and it was full of ashes, and it seemed that the really important things had been destroyed, and all that was left were some insignificant things that would sooner or later be known to others.

Arcardo walked to the table and looked up to see the portrait of the German Emperor hanging directly above the back of the chair behind the table. He walked to the table, wiped it lightly with his fingers, and found that there was a little dust on it, and no one had cleaned it for about a week.

He took off his military coat and hung it on the hanger beside the table. He hung up his hat as well, and bent over to pick up a torn white glove from the ground, regardless of the stains on it. A pat on the top, a splash of dust.

Then he casually sat on the chair, took the documents in front of him, and casually flipped through them.

Telegrams of imperial surrender, orders from the military to dismiss soldiers, reports on hygiene and epidemic prevention, and a copy of the surrender order. Huh. Hum laughed, and Arcador threw the waste paper back on the table.

An army of more than 20,000 people was wiped out by the enemy with a contract without firing a single shot, and it was the so-called complete destruction.

Akado thought of the Manchu government, the humiliating Jiawu year, and the treaties that humiliated the country. The forces of resistance to unequal treaties are everywhere, but at this special historical moment in this era, the desire of the German people to resist oppression and pursue prosperity was used and kidnapped by the Nazi party.

Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the good friend I met after I came to this era, Mr. Hitler. I wonder if this retired German army corporal will set off a historical frenzy like the familiar history.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, Akado narrowed his eyes and fell asleep. He dreamed that he was standing on the podium of the university and continued to tell the familiar World War II to the students who were his substitutes.

The leisure in the office is not all over Germany, on the contrary, in every corner of Germany, there is a frustratingly busy.

In the Krupp factory, a group of British officers and Frenchmen in tuxedos are overseeing the dismantling of milling machines by German workers. Huge gears are piled up everywhere, and discarded precision parts are thrown on both sides of the aisle like garbage.

Several reporters were documenting the pitiful moment, as workers wept and wrecked the machinery they once depended on for a living. The French and the British on the side are recording every part with a camera and a notebook. They use paint to number each part and destroy the important parts.

The gun barrels cast from high-quality steel are stacked horizontally and vertically, like countless chimneys that have been poured down, and the number is staggering. There are thousands of cannons here, which used to be important military supplies that various legions looked forward to, but now these are only garbage, worthless garbage.

The cannons produced here once propelled Germany to the top of the world, just one step away from winning the First World War. But now that everything is over, it has been ordered to stop production here, removing 90% of the entire factory's production capacity.

In the midst of this chaos, the German Army was cut in half, about two million German soldiers became unemployed, and at the same time, about one million German workers lost their jobs.

The German government was helpless with the Allied Forces Supervisory Committee, the society was turbulent, and the German economy was in serious decline. People felt extremely disappointed with the current government that signed the Versailles Agreement. As a result, the people's support for the government plummeted, and the entire German administration Institutions are pushed to the brink of collapse.

There were riots everywhere, people pouring into the streets, marching in groups with rifles, toppling statues of the German Kaiser in the streets. Some even had gunfights with the military. In short, this month in Germany has been a desperate mess.

The chaotic environment has created a new political party. This weak new political party has risen step by step. It is full of vitality, aggressive, and promotes the spirit of extreme nationalism. It is sought after by many people. This party has a very different one. Name: National Socialist Workers Party.

And there is such a person in this party, whose name is gradually familiar to some capitalists, and he is more and more influential in the region. This person has a resounding name: Adolf Hitler.