My Third Empire

Dang! Dang! Dang! There was a hurried and violent knock on the door: Open the door! We are the Wehrmacht! Former Minister of Defense Gesler was suspected of corruption and treason. We were ordered to bring him back to assist in the investigation! Open the door!

Outside the door, more than a dozen Wehrmacht soldiers with submachine guns and rifles were fierce. They didn't come to arrest Gesler, they were ordered to kill him on the spot.

The knock on the door continued for a while, but still no one came to the door. Obviously, the people outside the door were impatient. They kicked open the weak wooden door and rushed into the house with weapons. What they saw was Gesler's cold body hanging from the beam.

His wife was already dead on the bed, her nose was blocked by vomit, her face was blue and black and looked like she had died of poisoning. Judging from the suicide note on the coffee table in front of the sofa, the former defense minister poisoned himself The wife then hanged herself.

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Buster Cole! An SS officer stood with his hands behind his back in front of a man in a suit who was standing against the wall with his wife and two children in his arms, and said proudly: You are accused of betraying the Great Germany Party, you are now relieved of your position as head of the third district of Berlin of the Greater Deutsche Party! Do you have anything to say?

I'm the real patriot! You idiots! Sooner or later, Arcador will bring Germany into the abyss of war! The Germans will bleed! He's a complete demon! Don't be fooled by him! ... Buster Cole yelled hysterically.

Looks like you have nothing to say. The SS officer sneered and raised his arm: Long live the Greater Deutsches Party! Long live Arcador Rudolph!

Wait a minute! Leave my wife and kids alone! They're innocent! Buster Cole wailed.

Fire! The officer raised his chin, ignoring Buster Cole's cry.

Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah! A row of soldiers in black SS uniforms beside the officer held their rifles and pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

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Bell! Bell! Bell! The phone rang endlessly, but no one picked up the receiver. Several Wehrmacht soldiers were rummaging around for something. On the floor lay a dead man, dressed as a police chief. The uniform, but there are three bullet holes with blood on the chest.

On the other end, an officer was explaining something to the other end on another phone: Yes! That's right! Felton has been shot dead! When he was dying, he said he was ordered by Secretary of Defense Gessler! Yes! That's what he said! Um! Yes! He didn't mention the man named Blok! But our guys are looking for evidence in his office. Yes! Sir! I'll give you news later! Long live! Long live Arcador Rudolph!

Putting down the telephone receiver, the Wehrmacht officer immediately gave an order: Search carefully! Don't let any suspicious evidence go! Felton is a treason! All evidence of his crimes must be found! Quick!

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General Bullock, your crime of colluding with the stormtroopers to attack the Wehrmacht headquarters has been proven, do you have any final words to say? He took off the big-brimmed military hat he was wearing and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. , Reinhard Heydrich sat down on the sofa and asked the old man standing in front of him.

Young man! When I was in command of the troops in the last war, you were still calculating additions and subtractions with a pencil! Pay attention to your tone! The old general said arrogantly: You are not from the government, nor from the military. ,

You have no right to deal with me!

As he spoke, he pointed to the various medals hanging on his body: I fought for His Majesty the Emperor! Old Marshal Hindenburg will understand what I did!

En! I believe what you said! Reinhardtl took off the leather glove on his middle finger, threw it next to the hat on the coffee table, nodded and said, So I'm here in person! come to end you.

Kill me? Just kill a peace-loving German! After all, there will be thousands of peace-loving Germans who will come forward! They will eat your flesh! Drink up your blood! Old Bullock The general said angrily: You are destroying the peace we have exchanged!

Reinhardt looked at Brock with some contempt: The peace you bought? You have humiliated the German people in exchange for your own humiliation! We don't need pity and cowardice! We should pay an eye for an eye, A tooth for a tooth!

Fool! Challenge the world with the strength of Germany as a country, and we will eventually fail! We will be completely destroyed in the end! When there is no Germany in this world! What do you sinners use to repent? Brock asked fiercely .

Then you mean that the German people should live humbly under the crotch of the enemy? Reinhardt asked rhetorically.

At least they're still alive! That's the most important thing! Brock said with a sigh.

To live without a soul, it is better to die for victory! Reinhardt said with narrowed eyes.

History will prove me right! Stupid! Bullock yelled.

But tomorrow, the German people will make their own choices! Reinhardt said with a smile.

Brock was stunned for a moment and asked in doubt, What?

The Grand Deutsche Zeitung will ask all the German people tomorrow, whether to let General Accardo, who signed the New Versailles Treaty, hand over power, or let the government that signed the Versailles Peace Treaty change a new term!

As he said, Reinhardt took out the Luger pistol on his waist: It's a pity, you can't see it anymore!

Bah! A gunshot cut through the sky.

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In the presidential palace, in the presidential office, the adjutant lowered his head to report the progress of the night to the half-asleep President Hindenburg: Your Excellency, Operation Sleeping Star has failed! Berlin is now full of fire! It's very unsafe outside! Citizens are panicking! In addition, I just got the news! Defense Minister Otto Gessler was confirmed to have committed suicide in his own home!

Bell! Bell! Bell! The phone on Hindenburg's desk happened to ring, and Hindenburg's secretary grabbed the phone and whispered, This is the president's office... May I ask you to find...

Hindenburg! Ask President Hindenburg to answer the phone! I'm Pierre! They're right outside my house! Hurry up and get Hindenburg to answer the phone! Ah! There was an anxious cry for help on the other side of the phone, and a voice was heard. There was a gunshot, followed by the scream of the man named Pierre, and then there was only a busy beep on the phone.

The secretary put down the microphone, his face pale, he went straight to Hindenburg's side, and shook his head at Hindenburg: Mr. Pierre's call, he may have...

Acado is more powerful than I thought! An old man in his 60s standing behind Hindenburg exclaimed: If we don't compromise with him, there will be more bloodshed! Germany will be plunged into never-ending civil unrest.

Without answering the fat old man's words, Hindenburg sighed and said to himself, William, what time is it? Is it about to dawn?

The sixty-year-old man nodded: It's already three o'clock in the morning, and it should be dawn soon!

It's dawn! The light is coming! Hindenburg nodded and said with a sigh: Groner! Our time has passed... But I always feel... those honors that belong to us are like What happened yesterday!

He stood up and looked at his secretary: Call the Wehrmacht headquarters! I want to speak to General Arcador.

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On the streets in the early morning, the newsboys who got up early to get newspapers and sold them everywhere looked at the scene in front of them in horror-although last night they heard a lot of gunfire and heard the screams after someone was shot, but when they really watched When it came to this scene, they were still completely frightened.

Hundreds of corpses lay scattered across the street. The cracks in the rocks on the street were filled with bright red blood. Most of the glass windows on the streets on both sides were broken, and a trace of smoke could be clearly seen on the walls. bullet holes.

Men in black SS uniforms stood by the walls on both sides of the street with rifles. Some were still watching with their guns, but more were dragging the corpses in brown stormtroopers. They were thrown onto a truck parked not far away, and around the truck were Wehrmacht soldiers in gray-green uniforms.

These little newsboys passed by here carefully, walked to the door of the Greater Deutsches newspaper office at the back, and from there brought stacks of newspapers that had just been printed and smelled of ink, and read the oversized headline on it: Your What is the choice! 》

With the sunrise, this question shone into the streets of Germany like the sun, and hit every German like a sledgehammer. What to choose? To choose those politicians who claim to betray their own people for peace, or to choose General Arkado Rudolph who has been working hard for the rise of Germany?

Arcado! You've won again! I really want to watch you go step by step! I want to know how far you can go to meet the challenges of your own people while dealing with our obstruction. He threw his newspaper aside, Colonel Grudo took a sip of the coffee on the table and sighed: But you really amaze me! You have already obtained your status, money and power, so why are you working so hard to expand the National Defense Forces? Do you really want to start another war?

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Let Groner take the new position of defense minister! I will cooperate with you and announce the immediate start of congressional elections! Hindenburg said through the telephone receiver.

No problem! Your Excellency! I said it! The Wehrmacht is on your side! Akado answered on the phone.