Fritz Witte was born in 1908 to a salesman.

In 1925, at the age of 17, Werther graduated with honors from Adrian High School and was admitted to the Royal Military School of Danzig, where he worked as a clerk in the local government.

After Eric's overhaul of the Army, Guderian was able to recruit new recruits in Saxony, an opportunity that gave Witt a new choice in his life.

After the spring conscription of 1930 was launched in Saxony, Werther, a native of Saxony, decisively resigned from his job and rushed to Leipzig, where the military atmosphere was relatively strong. This is where his father used to work and where he was born.

During his years at the military school, most of the things that haunted him were the brilliant achievements of the armored forces and the generals who dominated the field, at least Guderian was one of his idols. However, Witte did the opposite and chose to enroll in the Infantry Section.

"What they did in the armored forces, I can do in the infantry units, or even better." That's what he used to say when he was talking to his friends.

I don't know if it was to fulfill the bold words he once released, or if he was originally fond of the infantry, he finally completed such a choice with his own practical actions. Friends and former classmates had persuaded him, and even his father wanted him to join the armored forces in Dresden, but he did not change his mind.

Witte planned to start from scratch, conceal that he had graduated from the Danzig Military School as a second lieutenant, enter the army in a completely new way, and begin to systematically lay a solid military foundation.

According to the arrangement of the troops, he entered the 4th recruit battalion of the Leipzig infantry training base and officially began his military career.

Not everyone is a fan of armored forces, after all, times are changing, and there are already many options for Germany's military path. Like Werther, there are not a few young people who think the same way, and perhaps they think more about the needs of the country than about personal preferences.

The Army of the Federal Republic of Germany has a glorious history and glorious traditions, and is the soul of the army, navy and air force. Young people have tasted Eric's "hunger sales", so they all cherish this rare opportunity and sign up very quickly.

Witte's 4th Boot Camp is located on the eastern outskirts of Leipzig's small town, a beautiful place with a mountain to the west and a river to the south.

As in the previous military school, the first day of entering the barracks was to learn from the instructor about housekeeping, including folding quilts, folding clothes, and cleaning.

According to other soldiers, the chief instructor who led the troops was a veteran of the First World War, with a burly build, but strange behavior. Except for military training and drills, he usually speaks little and says nothing. Witt was very curious, and took advantage of the breakfast gap to sneak a look, and knew that it was indeed majestic.

The recruit training ceremony did not engage in any fancy things, not even banners and slogans, at first glance, it was not as good as the father's sales promotion meeting. Witt secretly praised in his heart, admiring the chief for being a clean man.

After hearing the assembly whistle, the soldiers gathered in front of a dirt bun to receive the commander's lecture according to the squad that had been lined up. Because they had not yet received formal training, the instructors did not ask everyone to stand in a military posture. The young man who dragged the mud and water was in a hurry to finally find his position, and after the instructor simply aligned the front and back, left and right, the lecture began.

"Awful! If it was an emergency combat mission, you would have been turned into corpses by now! These were the first words the chief instructor said to the recruits.

"I don't care what your family is, or what your identity was before, now, you're nothing! Here, my mission is to raise you to be man-eating wolves, not docile sheep! Soldiers must have the potential and characteristics of wolves, otherwise, you will have to go back to your hometown! This was the second sentence spoken by the chief instructor, and the words were full of contempt and provocation.

"Many people have died on the battlefield, most of them not because of how much the enemy has at stake, but because of their own incompetence and cowardice! There is no reason in nature to talk about it, only force can make the enemy submit to you! From now on, you are the wolves who will go to the enemy at any time! This was the third sentence spoken by the chief instructor.

"Are there any cowards among you? Get out of here before it's too late! A tall detachment instructor yelled at the recruits.

At the opening ceremony of the special training, all the recruits stood in a daze, not even daring to come out. The scorching southeast wind blew on everyone's body, making it even more stuffy. Although the instructor repeated the provocative words repeatedly, no one in the queue stood up.

"Good! Count on your species! If I see you pretending to be cowardly in training, I'll tear you to pieces and feed the wolves at any moment! The instructor of the tall teaching detachment made an exaggerated movement, and then notified all companies, platoons, and squads to start training regularly according to the requirements of the subject.

Werther's class consisted of fourteen people, all of a similar age and with very different personalities. The instructor in the class was a medium-sized, but very spirited Mannheim man, who did not appear as fierce as the other instructors.

On the first day of training, everyone tasted humiliation.

"Recruit training for up to three months, put up with the torture of these beasts!" Everyone is holding back their efforts and trying to do their best.

Werther had been training for several years, mastering the essentials of movement faster than anyone else, and the people of Mannheim slowly began to look at him differently, always complimenting him before each exercise.

The queue training lasted for more than ten days, and a few simple movements were boring, but the people of Mannheim seemed to be happy to do it, forcing everyone to repeat it over and over again. It's okay to have a coherent movement, but one step at a time makes people more and more annoying. It is hoped that such days will pass sooner rather than later, preferably with small arms firing immediately.

Recess is the happiest time for everyone, where you can sip a soda and let off steam. The people of Mannheim generally don't get involved with these recruits, and Witt never seems to have come and gone out of his way with his comrades, much to the dissatisfaction of his comrades, and even the suspicion that he is complicit with the instructors.

The comrades-in-arms discussed privately, ready to find an opportunity to teach Werther a lesson.

There are many ways to cause trouble, when he was taking a shower at night, several comrades-in-arms suddenly attacked Werther, pressed him to the ground, and then punched and kicked.

The next day, the Mannheim people saw that Werther had a blue nose and swollen face, and asked him who he was fighting with, but Werther said that he had fallen in the bathroom and covered up the fight.

In fact, Witt also found that those comrades-in-arms were fed up with the instructor's anger and always wanted to vent that they would become scapegoats sooner or later, so he deliberately gave them a chance. But the comrades-in-arms did not seem to be relieved, thinking that Werther was "fake" in concealing the fact of the fight, in order to curry favor with them, and wanted to avoid continuing to be beaten later.

After the lights out horn blew, the Mannheim people took a bright flashlight and shone it on every bed in the dormitory, and then returned to the instructor's building with peace of mind.

At about one o'clock in the morning, Witt was roughly woken up in his sleep and motioned for him to follow.

They climbed over the low wall behind the barracks, and after walking for more than ten minutes, stopped at a small fishpond.

"Jump off yourself, so you'll be comfortable." One of his comrades commanded Witt, seemingly without discussion.

Witt knew that he would not be able to pass this level no matter what, and began to reason with them. However, his words did not have any effect, and he was teased.

"There is no reason in nature......" Werther remembered the words of the chief instructor.

"You can choose a duel, win, we will listen to you later, lose, jump yourself." Another comrade pointed to the pond behind him.

"That's a good idea, brothers, just do as you say!" Werther took a few steps back and said to them, "Go up with the four of you!" ”

"It's not fair, Werther, you can choose any one of us."

"That's a waste of time, I have to rush back to sleep after I'm done." After Witt finished speaking, without waiting for their consent, he took the initiative to attack them.

As a result, three times five divided by two, and the four strong men were quickly all stacked on the ground by him.

"You kid is not authentic, let's do it again!"

"This is called the trickery of soldiers, and you don't understand it. If you don't accept it, let's do it again! ”

The five men fought again in the bright moonlight, but the situation did not turn around, and the four proud comrades were once again all knocked to the ground by Werther.

The four of them got up from the ground panting and stood motionless by the pool, waiting for Werther to fall.

"If it doesn't work, we can do it all over again." Witt said with a smile.

"Forget it, we lost, just do what you say."

"It's not early, let's all go back to bed, and don't talk about it anymore." Witt said to them very gently.

"You must have read the war book of Huaxia, or you don't know much about the 'soldier's trickery'." The atmosphere slowly eased.

"Yes, I've read it, but that book is so esoteric that I only scratch the surface." Witte said modestly.

"Where did you learn that fist and foot kung fu, it's so useful, can you teach us too." A few people seemed to have nothing happening, and as they went back to the barracks, they dragged around.

"This is grappling and grappling, and the army has this course, and you all have the opportunity to learn it." Werther told them honestly that if they didn't put in the effort, they could pay with their lives in wartime, and he wanted his comrades to devote themselves to it.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, the whole class went out to exercise normally, and the standard rate also improved significantly.

Life in the bootcamp was boring, and Witte used his personal "connections" with the people of Mannheim to form several football teams, and every night when there were no other activities in the boot camp, they could compete on the brightly lit stadium, and life became more colorful and the intense military training seemed much easier. And Werther gradually gathered a lot of popularity in the new barracks and became a king of soldiers.

Time passed quickly, and after the small arms shooting and armed cross-country training, Werther's class was firmly in first place every time, and even the bishops began to look at them differently.

At this time, the Federal German Army recruit competition initiated by Eric was imminent, and many remote units had already begun to select contestants in various units. Leipzig's boot camp was no exception, and with the exception of the "Werther" class, the rest of the candidates had to compete fiercely internally. The selection competition is the same as the national unified competition system, although the sparrows are small, they are full of liver and gall, and the competition in each group is very fierce.

The main venue of the Bundeswehr Recruit Skills Contest was set up on the Elbe River outside Dresden, and in addition to gaining the support of established industries, it was also an opportunity to establish the good spirit of the Wehrmacht at home and abroad.

The training during the day was very hard, but the recruit camp still held emergency gatherings at night from time to time, and sometimes even ran more than 10 kilometers before returning to the dormitory to rest.

Werther's grades were among the best in all subjects, especially day and night lurking, interspersing behind enemy lines, armed prisoners, night raids, and guided air strikes, etc., which were even more ingenious and even the discerning bishops praised them.

The Leipzig boot camp is the closest base in the country to Dresden, and can be easily reached by troops through long-distance training. However, the bishop suddenly showed kindness and finally decided that all the troops would switch to military trucks, as it would save time and energy.

Werther met Eric once in a while in Adrian Middle School, but his impression was very vague because it was a quick glance. Although Eric often visited the Danzig Military School, because Witte was only a small character at that time, he did not have the opportunity to meet at all. Now, the opportunity presented itself again, and he decided to work hard to earn the president's approval and appreciation.