How to deal with the stormtroopers, to be honest, Xu Jun has not seriously considered this issue, because the complexity of the members of this organization has surpassed that of all Nazi units.

During the period of rapid expansion, the SA consisted mainly of veterans and Nazi members, landless peasants and urban vagrants, low-class workers and craftsmen, the German middle class dissatisfied with the status quo, members of other right-wing groups annexed by the Nazi Party, and Social Democrats and Communists.

You read that right, there was a large number of left-wing forces in the SA, who concealed their political beliefs and partisan backgrounds, and looked like ordinary SAs.

Not all of the SA were Nazi members, which prevented Hitler from fully trusting them, and Rohm's unruliness was another reason.

At the height of the SA, some SA organizations even consciously excluded Nazi members from their ranks. The stormtroopers, in particular, who came from ordinary working-class backgrounds, saw the convergence of the Nazi Party with the forces of capital as a betrayal of the working people and the 25-point programme.

This type of stormtrooper is jokingly called "steak" within the stormtroopers, which means "brown on the outside and red on the inside", which is a metaphor for the whole group. By the time it had developed to three or four years, the number of "steaks" in the stormtroopers in northern Germany had even accounted for more than seventy percent of the total number.

The Gestapo was early aware of this dangerous tendency within the SA, and it can be said that it was the presence of these socialist radicals in the SA who clamored for a second revolution that finally forced Hitler to make the decision to purge the SA.

After the Night of the Long Knives, the SA's left-leaning trend was curbed, but the "steaks" remained, albeit with more stealthy activity.

By this time, the SA had been reduced to an ordinary national group, and after losing the trust and support of the Nazi Party and the government, the total number had fallen to 40%. However, because the original base was too high, there were at least one million stormtroopers in Germany at this time.

Even after this reduction, the SA is still a sizable and highly organized force, with a complete organizational structure and a solid mass base at the grassroots level. It is impossible for Xu Jun to let such a force that is not under his control exist, and of course he will not let this group sit idle as it did in history.

Hitler's marginalization of the SA helped the group in a way to distance itself from those war crimes, and as a result, at the post-war trial, the SA was found by the International Court of Justice to be a legal social group and not a criminal organization like the SS.

"Give me your number and name, stormtroopers." Xu Jun stood on the table and looked down at the young brownshirt in front of him.

"First Squadron, 44th Squadron, 2nd Sector of the Berlin SA, First Class Captain Rudolf. Berkman hats off to the Führer! Victory! The first-class squad leader who led the team stepped forward, and raised his right arm with a collision of the heel of his boot.

"Hooray!" The stormtroopers raised their arms again.

"Victory!" "Hooray!" This time, the surrounding people also joined in, and the sound of a tsunami spread around the neighborhood.

"Victory!" "Hooray!" Long live the Three Huts, a Nazi repertoire, is a Nazi repertoire, and although it always comes to each rally, it makes people feel the power of the blood every time.

This is the manifestation of collectivism in reality, and the kind of fanaticism displayed by the group can often make individual individuals indulge in it, as if they have drawn some mysterious power from it, and feel that they have become glorious and powerful.

"Stormtrooper Squad Leader Berkman I." Xu Jun nodded with satisfaction.

The ownership of the SA is distinguished by various colors according to the region in which it is located. So just look at the color of the top of their bucket hat and the collar badge, and you can easily identify where this team belongs. The Berlin SA's logo color was black, as it used to be the uniform color of the Prussian army, which was the same color chosen for the SS uniform.

However, the SS not only adopted the black Prussian uniform, but also copied the skeletal emblem of the Imperial hussars. As a result, it collided with the German Panzer Corps, the successor of the original logo, and the skull logo on the collar badge of the German Panzer uniform came from their cavalry ancestors, except for the same source of the pattern, which had nothing to do with the SS.

"Yes, my Führer." Burkman puffed up his chest and replied excitedly.

The SA squad was not full, with a total of only twenty-two SA members, almost half an infantry platoon. They were also unarmed, and each had only one stormtrooper dagger on them.

Berkman was here, security was a coincidence, it was the birthday of one of his team members, and the group made an appointment to go to the zoo to celebrate, because the restaurant in the park was cheap and sold some of Berlin's best moonshine beers.

As a result, as soon as they came out of the subway station on the west side of Hindenburg Street, they saw passers-by running in a hurry.

At first, Berkman thought something had happened, but when he caught a pedestrian and asked what was going on, he learned that there was a wild Führer nearby, and everyone rushed to see what was really going on.

As a result, when they finally broke through the crowd and rushed to the scene, the blood donation activity here had already ended, and the failure to catch up with this feat made Berkman and his party regret it very much.

But then something happened that would haunt them for the rest of their lives, perhaps God heard the prayers of the stormtroopers, and the eyes of the Reich Führer were actually on the small force. At that moment, Berkman suddenly felt a blessing to his heart, and he hurriedly led his subordinates to the front of the crowd and lined up to salute the Imperial Führer.

"Squad Leader Berkman, I need someone to help maintain order, can your people take on this task?" The Führer asked with a dignified expression.

"No problem, my Führer!" Being able to talk to the Führer, the squad leader was trembling with excitement at the moment.

"Very well, now follow my orders, Berkman First Squad Leader, First Squadron of the 44th Squadron of the Stormtrooper, from now on, under the command of Colonel Dogen, he will tell you what to do." Xu Jun pointed to Daogen and ordered.

"Yes, my Führer!" Berkman hurriedly raised his right arm and saluted Xu Jun.

"Hey! Reinhart! The stormtroopers hurriedly followed their boss and raised their arms.

"Until reinforcements from the Flag Guard and the General Security Bureau arrive, we only have this few people on our hands, and I think your personal safety should be guaranteed first." Dogan suggested on the side.

"Don't worry, Dogen, no one can hurt me in the here and now." Xu Jun squatted down and said to Daogen.

"Look at these people, Dogen, they are my strongest shield." Pointing to the people around him, Xu Jun's face was full of confidence.

"Just do as I say, Colonel." The Führer smiled and stood up again.

"As you wish, my Führer." Dougan humbly bowed his head in homage to his Führer.

"Remember today, Eric, it's a day that will surely go down in history." Witnessing the high-spirited head of the Reich, Werler whispered to Tysenhofen.

"We found this on that idiot." The adjutant did not pick up the chief of staff, but handed a piece of paper to Weierle.

"Did you get it from that guy?" Wehrle raised his hand to take the monocle, then took the paper from the other hand.

"Do you recognize this monogram above? I couldn't understand what was written at all. Tysenhofen looked at Wheeler expectantly, hoping to get an answer from the other party.

Wehrle frowned at the intricate monogram on the piece of paper, and began to search for it in his memory.

"Wait a minute." The chief of staff suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he hurriedly took out a small mirror from the watch pocket of his suit.

"That's right, it's indeed Canaris's monogram, I didn't expect there to be a fish that slipped through the net." The chief of staff's face was gloomy.

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