"Dang, Dang, Dang." When Gordon's office door was knocked, he rubbed his sore nose bridge, relieving fatigue, and raised his head helplessly, saying, "Come in."
He currently approves about 500 old German Army officers. These individuals were assigned to the newly formed German Army. It can be said that everyone has been carefully selected and selected through multiple comparisons.
This army can be said to be the smallest army on the entire European continent, but it can also be said to be the most professional army in Europe and the world.
Major Gordon is given credit. He has been working for ten days in a row, and every day he will arrange for the final belongings and destination of more than forty soldiers.
"Major Gordon, Lieutenant Arcado Rudolph salutes you." A clear voice sounded in the direction of the door, but there was no difference in Gordon's ears. He received dozens of these young people every day. Everyone can be said to be the elite of the elite. He did his due diligence to ensure that Germany maintained its maximum fighting power. This is what he thinks is right.
Every day, different sounds ring in his ears; some are full of vitality, and others are strong; these soldiers are the best; at least one in every ten people has received the Iron Cross Medal. In addition, there are traditional officers and nobles, including former German army majors who volunteered to join the army.
"I have read your resume. How many captains are there, Aka? I believe the reason you left is unknown to me.I will tell you the truth now. I have at least 20,000 soldiers who are better than you. "I choose your reason." Simply put, you were subjected to a gas attack and survived completely. I lack a gas response training team here. You are in charge of training the new army soldiers, who will be divided into two regiments so that they can counter the enemy's gas attack. You survive as safely. "
Akado was stunned. He thought about the reason for his stay and indeed thought that it should be related to poison gas, but he did not expect that he would be so lucky as to become a "logistical force."
"Your office is temporarily located in the headquarters of the 103rd Regiment, which is in the suburbs of Hamburg. The facilities there are good. It used to be a military headquarters. "The two regiments you are in charge of are the 103rd and the 105th." Gordon looked, and I didn't treat your expression badly. "Leather sofa, oak desk, even a big globe," I'm proud of the Army's superior treatment now.
"Sir, these things have nothing to do with fighting; please forgive me for being rude." Akado resented those luxurious and useless things.
"These are just the previous statistics." Since the defeat, almost all the barracks have been looted. "You better not expect too much of what I said." Gordon lowered his head and continued to work in front of the document: "When I went out, please help me call the next soldier."
"Who should I hand over my report to?" "Or for whom should I be responsible?" "Or for whom should I be responsible?" Akado stood up and finally asked.
Gordon froze, and then he paused before answering Akado's question: "Report?" Oh, the Army's recent reorganization was messy, and my superior didn't tell me who you needed to report to on this team, so you start your work first; sooner or later you will remember me.
Just like a dying man nearing a desperate end, the body's function is almost necrotic. The situation is now the same in the German Army. It is in a mess here, and it has not yet regained its vitality.
After receiving a pistol from Gordon's assistant as well as a document proving his identity and a document for the other party to check, Akado set out to find his office. And this so-called "poison gas prevention team" in charge of Akado is only him.
He was already a second lieutenant, so he should be equipped with a few men or at least an assistant, but he was not so blessed, because the German team's troops were suddenly tense, and his poor second lieutenant was not enough to be equipped with deputies.
So, after walking alone for one morning, Akado finally found the legendary 103rd regiment, which is not surprising given that the gate of the legendary 103rd regiment hangs on the door of the "11th Corps of the Imperial Army," "Brand."
There was chaos in the barracks. A guard battalion was supposed to be stationed here, but because the command headquarters became smaller and many soldiers had not had time to report, there are now only seven guards alone.
The guard at the door checked Akado's documents and then took Akado to find a room to use as an office. The door of the office was also marked clearly: "Eleventh Army Secretariat".
Of course, the head of the regiment has 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 begun, so the fact that the regiment has not yet been formed, let alone the anti-gas training (although these people have participated in military training, they must be trained once more according to the regulationstraining (although these people have participated in military training, they must be trained once more according to the regulations), Therefore, Akado is now considered a casual job that pays nothing.
After Akado pushed open the door of his office, he was still stunned by everything in front of him. The sofa fell to the ground, the globe was missing, and the large oak desk was cluttered before it could be said to be top secret. Various documents.
There is a brazier in the center of the room that is full of ashes. What seems to be important has been destroyed. What is left are just some insignificant things that will be known to others sooner or later.
Akado went 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 and wiped it gently on the table with his fingers, finding that there was a little dust on it. 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 also hung up his hat. He stooped and picked up a holed white glove from the ground, regardless of the stains on the chair. I patted it and splashed some dust on it.
Then he sat casually on the chair, grabbed the documents in front of him, and flipped casually through them.
The telegram of the surrender of the empire, the order of the military department to dissolve the soldiers, the report on health and epidemic prevention, and a copy of the surrender order: "Huh." With a snort, Akado threw the waste paper back on the table.
An army of more than 20,000 people, even without firing a shot, was destroyed by the enemy with a contract, and it was called "destruction."
Akado remembered the Manchu government, the humiliating Jiawu year, and the treaties that humiliated the country. The power against unequal treaties is everywhere, but in this era, at this special historical moment, the German people resisted oppression and pursued a strong wish, which was used and kidnapped by the Nazi party.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of the good friend I met after coming to this era, Mr. Hitler. I don't know if this retired German Army corporal will set off a historical frenzy because people are familiar with history.
Looking at the white clouds floating in the blue sky outside the window, Akado narrowed his eyes and fell asleep. He dreamed that he was standing on the podium of the university, and he continued to give his substitute students the familiar World War II speech.
The leisure in the office did not spread throughout Germany. On the contrary, in every corner of Germany, there was a lot of frustration.
In the Krupp factory, a group of British officials and Frenchmen in formal wear are supervising the German workers as they remove the milling machine. Giant gears are piled everywhere. Abandoned precision parts are thrown on both sides of the aisle like garbage.
Several reporters are recording this pitiful moment, and the workers are weeping and carrying the machinery they used to make a living, destroying it. On the other side, there are British people in France who are using a camera and a notebook to record each part. They use paint to number each part and destroy important parts.
The barrels made of the best steel are stacked together in sevens and eights, like countless fallen chimneys. The large number is staggering. There are tens of thousands of artillery pieces here, which were once important military supplies expected by various legions, but now these are only garbage, worthless garbage.
The cannons produced here once pushed Germany to the pinnacle of the world, only one step away from winning the First World War. But now that everything is over, production has been ordered to stop here, and 90% of the entire plant's production capacity has been lifted.
In this chaos, the German Army was abolished by half, about two million Germans became unemployed, and at the same time, about one million German workers lost their jobs.
Because the German government was helpless in the face of the coalition supervision committee, society was tumultuous, and the German economy was rapidly deteriorating. People felt extremely disappointed with the current government that signed the "Versailles Contract," so the people's support for the government plummeted, and the entire German administration institution was pushed to the brink of collapse.
There were riots everywhere, and people flocked to the streets, carrying rifles in droves and in parades, pushing down the statues of German emperors on the streets. Some even have gun battles with the army. In short, this month in Germany is 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, aggression, and advocacy for extreme nationalism. It has been sought after by many people. This party has a very different trend. Name: National Socialist Workers Party
There is such a person in this party; his name is gradually becoming familiar to some capitalists, and he has become more and more influential in the region. This person has a loud name: Adolf Hitler.