At 2:55 p.m., Xiao Mubai and Colonel Stauffenberg were still on the plane. And on the other side, in the office of General Albricht of the War Department, Colonel Kirheim was smoking a cigarette with great agitation.

The office was smoky, so quiet that a pin could be heard on the floor, except for the ticking of a clock. Colonel Kirheim sat there, his eyes fixed on the clock, watching the minute hand move until it landed in one place.

At 2:55 p.m., nearly two and a half hours had passed since the bomb exploded.

Take a deep breath and the intense nicotine swirls around in the chest cavity before being exhaled through the nostrils. Colonel Kirheim looked up and stared at the huge bust of Hitler on the wall of his office, his falcon-like gaze staring in one direction, as if he had chosen someone.

Principal Kirheim sighed, his eyes behind his glasses rolling, remembering what Stauffenberg had said before the action began, for a long time, with a hint of determination on his face. Finally, he made up his mind, stood up, snuffed out the cigarette butt, walked over to the typewriter, and began to prepare for the drafting of a document.

"Da! Da! Da! ”

War Department Document No. 54, ordering all reserve soldiers, take up the weapons in your hands and be ready to fight at any time.

The various barracks of the reserve army, each of the supplementary battalions stationed in the fourteen districts of Berlin, received orders. The first to receive the news was the Reserve Army Command, and it was clear that they had received more than one alert on standby, and it was not known which bigwigs had sent it.

In addition to the reserve command, there was also the guard battalion in Berlin, Germany, where Major Reimer, who was getting a haircut, also received orders. The lieutenant adjutant walked up to him and handed him the papers: "Sir, another standby alert. ”

Taking the document and looking at it, Major Reimer smiled indifferently and said, "In ancient Greece, you would die because of it, fortunately we understand the situation. Then, crumpling up the papers, he threw them into the sink before turning his head to watch the second lieutenant give the order: "Prepare to assemble troops." ”

The horn of the assembly had been sounded, and the 708 officers and soldiers of the battalion quickly assembled, armed with weapons and fully armed, to carry out the standby order from the War Department.

In less than three minutes, 708 officers and soldiers had assembled, and Major Reimer stood in front of the queue with a blank face, walking back and forth to inspect his soldiers. 708 soldiers stood in seven phalanxes, heavily armed, waiting to carry out orders.

3:30 p.m.

……

At 2:55 p.m., Xiao Mubai and Colonel Stauffenberg were still on the plane. And on the other side, in the office of General Albricht of the War Department, Colonel Kirheim was smoking a cigarette with great agitation.

The office was smoky, so quiet that a pin could be heard on the floor, except for the ticking of a clock. Colonel Kirheim sat there, his eyes fixed on the clock, watching the minute hand move until it landed in one place.

At 2:55 p.m., nearly two and a half hours had passed since the bomb exploded.

Take a deep breath and the intense nicotine swirls around in the chest cavity before being exhaled through the nostrils. Colonel Kirheim looked up and stared at the huge bust of Hitler on the wall of his office, his falcon-like gaze staring in one direction, as if he had chosen someone.

Principal Kirheim sighed, his eyes behind his glasses rolling, remembering what Stauffenberg had said before the action began, for a long time, with a hint of determination on his face. Finally, he made up his mind, stood up, snuffed out the cigarette butt, walked over to the typewriter, and began to prepare for the drafting of a document.

"Da! Da! Da! ”

War Department Document No. 54, ordering all reserve soldiers, take up the weapons in your hands and be ready to fight at any time.

The various barracks of the reserve army, each of the supplementary battalions stationed in the fourteen districts of Berlin, received orders. The first to receive the news was the Reserve Army Command, and it was clear that they had received more than one alert on standby, and it was not known which bigwigs had sent it.

In addition to the reserve command, there was also the guard battalion in Berlin, Germany, where Major Reimer, who was getting a haircut, also received orders. The lieutenant adjutant walked up to him and handed him the papers: "Sir, another standby alert. ”

Taking the document and looking at it, Major Reimer smiled indifferently and said, "In ancient Greece, you would die because of it, fortunately we understand the situation. Then, crumpling up the papers, he threw them into the sink before turning his head to watch the second lieutenant give the order: "Prepare to assemble troops." ”

The horn of the assembly had been sounded, and the 708 officers and soldiers of the battalion quickly assembled, armed with weapons and fully armed, to carry out the standby order from the War Department.

In less than three minutes, 708 officers and soldiers had assembled, and Major Reimer stood in front of the queue with a blank face, walking back and forth to inspect his soldiers. 708 soldiers stood in seven phalanxes, heavily armed, waiting to carry out orders.

3:30 p.m.

……

At 2:55 p.m., Xiao Mubai and Colonel Stauffenberg were still on the plane. And on the other side, in the office of General Albricht of the War Department, Colonel Kirheim was smoking a cigarette with great agitation.

The office was smoky, so quiet that a pin could be heard on the floor, except for the ticking of a clock. Colonel Kirheim sat there, his eyes fixed on the clock, watching the minute hand move until it landed in one place.

At 2:55 p.m., nearly two and a half hours had passed since the bomb exploded.

Take a deep breath and the intense nicotine swirls around in the chest cavity before being exhaled through the nostrils. Colonel Kirheim looked up and stared at the huge bust of Hitler on the wall of his office, his falcon-like gaze staring in one direction, as if he had chosen someone.

Principal Kirheim sighed, his eyes behind his glasses rolling, remembering what Stauffenberg had said before the action began, for a long time, with a hint of determination on his face. Finally, he made up his mind, stood up, snuffed out the cigarette butt, walked over to the typewriter, and began to prepare for the drafting of a document.

"Da! Da! Da! ”

War Department Document No. 54, ordering all reserve soldiers, take up the weapons in your hands and be ready to fight at any time.

The various barracks of the reserve army, each of the supplementary battalions stationed in the fourteen districts of Berlin, received orders. The first to receive the news was the Reserve Army Command, and it was clear that they had received more than one alert on standby, and it was not known which bigwigs had sent it.

In addition to the reserve command, there was also the guard battalion in Berlin, Germany, where Major Reimer, who was getting a haircut, also received orders. The lieutenant adjutant walked up to him and handed him the papers: "Sir, another standby alert. ”

Taking the document and looking at it, Major Reimer smiled indifferently and said, "In ancient Greece, you would die because of it, fortunately we understand the situation. Then he will text