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Just as Hitler issued his offensive declaration only three days after his attack on the Soviet Union, Reinhardt's counterattack was 14 days late.

The reason why it took so long to issue the manifesto was not because the speech was written a few days later, but because for the content of the speech to be most motivating, it had to wait until the allies took a stand.

For Reinhardt, he delayed for seven days to wait for the Finns to confirm a counterattack. And the Finns did not live up to Reinhardt's wait, and a week after the successful standoff between the Germans and the Soviets, Field Marshal Mannerheim of Finland and their president determined the strength of the German army, and indeed saw hope of defeating the Soviet Union.

As a result, the Finnish Foreign Ministry finally told Ribbentrop that they were willing to fight alongside the German army and launch a counterattack against the Soviet army.

Originally, Reinhardt should have left the attitude of declaring the Allies, raised the banner of the League of Nations, and in the name of the multinational coalition force, announced a counterattack against the Soviet invaders and launched a holy war.

It's a pity that Stauffenberg's assassination put Reinhardt in danger and panicked, and the speech was postponed again.

Thus, it was not until the 14th day after the confrontation between the Soviet and German armies that Reinhardt resumed preparations for his speech.

And before this speech, he went to meet a person for the last time.

In Berlin's political prison, officers and soldiers, dressed in black uniforms completely different from ordinary Wehrmacht soldiers, walked up and down the aisles, walking neatly.

It is a special prison for political prisoners, spies, and corrupt officials. The army here is made up of second-tier non-combat SS officers and soldiers, and although their rank is not high, an ordinary SS soldier stationed in Berlin is a "special being" who wields great power.

On the second floor of this 3-story prison is a crazy "treasonous" officer.

This was the last man Reinhardt saw.

In the lobby on the first floor of the prison, a civilian female secretary was hurrying from one end of the hall to the warden's office on the second floor at the other end of the hall with papers. Because of the Führer's order, many positions in the country that can use women are using women as much as possible to free up more men to serve as soldiers.

And the female secretary who was holding the papers, when she had just walked to the door of the warden's office, was suddenly stopped by an SS major who had never been seen at the door on a daily basis.

The two said a few words, and the female secretary holding the document anxiously glanced at the closed office door a few times, and finally left.

The heavy door isolates all the hustle and bustle from the office. In a somewhat dimly lit space, the usually majestic prison warden sat quietly in the guest seat like a child.

Sitting in front of him was the famous German Führer, the most dignified man in all of Germany.

"Take me to him." After a simple remark to the warden, Reinhardt slowly stood up from behind the desk vacated by the warden.

The warden nodded immediately, and then immediately got up without a moment's delay and led Reinhardt to the imprisoned madman.

Originally, everyone thought that the treasonous madman should be divided into capital punishment and let him die a painful death. But the Führer resisted this suggestion and has kept the madman alive to this day.

Seeing the Führer open the door and come out, the SS guards guarding outside the door quickly followed behind him. The other SS personnel who came and went in the hall also stood up and saluted.

"Hi Reinhardt!"

The heavily guarded place houses dozens of political prisoners and several treasonous officers awaiting court-martial.

And the traitorous officer who assassinated the Führer, Stauffenberg, was imprisoned here.

Without even handing over his identity documents to the guards for routine checks, and the warden and an SS major followed, Reinhardt, the Führer, who was known throughout Germany, soon came to the long prison corridor on the second floor.

One iron door after another opened in front of him. Behind the iron gates, there were some Junker nobles who had just been imprisoned for more than a year, as well as a few Jews from the Childe family who had been imprisoned for many years.

Reinhardt's footsteps were particularly loud in this lonely space.

He didn't even look at these people more, because these selfish villains who only cared about their own interests were not worth his extra glance.

Finally, behind the last iron gate, Reinhardt met the man he was looking for.

Stauffenberg sat quietly on the floor of a small, straw-covered cell.

The man who had been frantically trying to remove Reinhardt's head a few days ago sat there, slowly turned his head, and saw Reinhardt at the door.

The two men looked at each other silently.

After a long time, as if reading something in Reinhardt's eyes, Stauffenberg shook his head with a wry smile.

"Get up." Reinhardt said lightly.

To the surprise of the warden on the side, Stauffenberg did not look uncooperative, and as soon as Reinhardt finished speaking, he patted the dust and got up.

In the dim light, the sturdy body of this disabled soldier was set off by a white coat and was extremely upright.

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One iron door after another opened in front of him. Behind the iron gates, there were some Junker nobles who had just been imprisoned for more than a year, as well as a few Jews from the Childe family who had been imprisoned for many years.

Reinhardt's footsteps were particularly loud in this lonely space.

He didn't even look at these people more, because these selfish villains who only cared about their own interests were not worth his extra glance.

Finally, behind the last iron gate, Reinhardt met the man he was looking for.

Stauffenberg sat quietly on the floor of a small, straw-covered cell.

The man who had been frantically trying to remove Reinhardt's head a few days ago sat there, slowly turned his head, and saw Reinhardt at the door.

The two men looked at each other silently.

After a long time, as if reading something in Reinhardt's eyes, Stauffenberg shook his head with a wry smile.

"Get up." Reinhardt said lightly.

To the surprise of the warden on the side, Stauffenberg did not look uncooperative, and as soon as Reinhardt finished speaking, he patted the dust and got up.

In the dim light, the sturdy body of this disabled soldier was set off by a white coat and was extremely upright.