In mid-October 1918, a train loaded with wounded soldiers and plastered with slogans on both sides of the car slowly drove through Germany towards the safety of the eastern border of the Reich.

Among the hundreds of wounded soldiers in the car, many were wounded who had just been blinded by poison during a gas war in Belgium. On the night of the 13th, the British bombarded the German front with devastating artillery fire, and then released poison gas. The shelling was the heaviest in a series of relentless blows inflicted on the Germans since the tide of war turned sharp three months ago. Although the Germans were retreating and the front was bending, they did not collapse. In this campaign, the 16th Bavarian Reserve Infantry Corps bore the brunt of the battle, which hid in trenches in the mountains and fields, unable to raise their heads. The battlefield has been shattered, full of craters, and it has become a swamp. The soldiers, exhausted, huddled in the trenches; British shells exploded one after another around them, tearing the ground apart. On the German front, rumors spread that many German troops had mutinied, which in turn left them listless and demoralized. The veterans were numb, and the recruits were terrified.

Suddenly, a puff of dust kicked up by the shells, with a pungent taste, poured into the trenches. I don't know who shouted: "Poison gas!" "This is the first time they have encountered mustard gas. Someone smells it, it's the aroma; Some people smell it, but it's pungent and pungent, but it's the same for everyone: it keeps on smelling. The soldiers hurriedly put on their gas masks, bent their backs, and leaned motionlessly against the earthen walls of the trenches. Hours passed. The air inside the gas mask has become cloudy. One of the recruits, unable to hold back, took off his mask in an attempt to suck in fresh air, but only to inhale deadly poisonous gases.

As soon as the gas entered his throat, he fell to the ground, foaming and gurgling at the mouth with suffocation, and then slowly died.

At dawn, the poison gas slowly dissipated, but the shelling resumed. The soldiers tore off their masks and gulped in the early morning air. "There was a mustard smell in the air." One person wrote: "It smells of gunpowder. But for us, it's heaven. ”

The interval was short-lived. It was a brutal and unpredictable way to drive the enemy mad -- the air was filled with poison gas and gunsmoke. Those who didn't have time to put on their masks, like the recruits, immediately rolled over and fell to the ground. The soldiers who survived were all blind - except for one, who still had a little blurred vision. He suggested to everyone that they should grab each other's tails and let him lead the way to escape. In this way, the soldiers stumbled forward in a single line, leading the half-blind to the completely blind, until they reached the first first-aid post.

Among the soldiers who were rescued from the death of suffocation was a 29-year-old corporal named Adolf. Hitler.

When the train took Hitler east, he was still blind and on the verge of a complete physical and mental breakdown. Like the other victims, his eyes were red and swollen, and his face was bulging like a balloon. The voices of these soldiers were ghostly, weak, and terrifying. When nurses come to take care of them, they are often furious and refuse.

They don't eat or drink, and they don't allow people to treat their inflamed eyes. No matter what doctors say about their vision being restored soon, it doesn't help. They have been deceived for too long. All they need is to lie motionless and groan, to relieve their pain, even if it is by death.

This corporal was physically wounded and depressed, and at this time he did not know the extent of Germany's defeat. Four years earlier, when the Germans had launched their first powerful offensive and overwhelmed the Belgian, French, and British armies, Hitler's corps had fought its first bloody battle in the same area, losing an unimaginable 80% of its troops in less than a week. For the fierce Hitler, these losses were not discouraging, on the contrary, they were a testament to the fighting spirit of the German army. …,

In those days, many Germans were elated to think that it was German-style heroism. However, as the months passed, the war became a stalemate positional warfare. The two armies face each other, with no man's land in the middle of the scorched earth, and only when one side tries to break through the other's defenses, advancing for miles or even numbers, will cost millions of casualties. The early optimism slowly faded. Defeatism and disappointment demoralized the soldiers who hid in the trenches like rats. Domestically, with the blockade of the British, the supply of the main household goods was cut off, and hunger and misery spread among the German people. As the war entered its third and fourth years, the German army's thinking shifted from victory to survival.

Soldiers often rebuked the high command for their stupidity, knowing that it would be useless to fight again. There were also a small number of officers and soldiers who scoffed at this kind of defeatism, and Hitler was one of them. Despite his repeated heroic performances, he was still a corporal, but he was not discouraged despite being taken seriously. He often shouted at his companions, especially to the recruits, for bringing "toxins from the hinterland"!

Perhaps, the pessimists are wrong after all. With the advent of 1918, the German army, which had been on the defensive for four years, was ready to launch another offensive, except for the stalemate on the Western Front, the German army won in the rest of the battlefield. Serbia, Romania, and finally Russia, have all capitulated.

In the spring of that year, the Germans launched four powerful offensives, forcing Britain and France to retreat. Due to the "overwhelming situation", the British army was ordered to fight to the last soldier. On July 15, the decisive battle began near the city of Remus, and both sides understood that the battle would be won or lost.

The offensive failed. Germany has no reserve troops.

Within the German army, there was a massive increase in deserters. Everywhere there was talk of rebellions and uprisings. In early August, the British launched a surprise attack near Amiens, and the Germans collapsed almost without firing a single shot. Sometimes, Caesar's GIs surrendered en masse to a lone infantryman. The retreating troops often shouted to the reinforcements heading to the front: "Saboteur! ”

However, it doesn't end there. The Germans retreated, but the positions remained. If there is only one defeatist, there are hundreds of people who are willing to perform the duties of a soldier. However, domestic beliefs are gradually disappearing. Strikes were frequent, and radical socialists in the cities were talking about revolution. In the eyes of die-hard figures like Hitler, the safe, unharassed rear, and the stragglers, opportunists, pretending to be sick to evade responsibility, traitors, and Jews who had neither love nor respect for Germany as a Motherland, betrayed the front of the battle at the most severe moment. In fact, it was Ludendorff himself who was really frightened, and he was the one who urged the civilian government to sign the peace treaty.

Even if it was too late, hardliners like Hitler were convinced that victory was not impossible as long as resistance persisted, and that there was always a solution. The front line did not collapse, the retreat was carried out in an orderly manner. Failure comes from within, and it is the opportunists, the sick and the avoidant who are responsible, and the Jews.

The keratitis has subsided, the swelling of both eyes has subsided, and the severe pain in the orbit has begun to subside.

As soon as his vision was restored, the depression disappeared, and it turned out that the director of the Neurology Hospital of the University of Berlin, psychiatrist Edmund Edmund Murphy. The mental trance, which Professor Foster had specialized in treating, was cured. With little knowledge of mustard gas, Dr. Foster diagnosed Hitler's blindness as the result of hysteria.

It is impossible to explain how Hitler's eyesight was restored; The fact that he has recovered is proof that the doctor's diagnosis is correct. In fact, Hitler had the usual symptoms of mild mustard gas poisoning: fever, redness, moaning, depression, and curing within a few weeks. …,

The restoration of sight also gave Hitler hope and led him to regain his interest in current events. Berlin itself was effectively surrounded, and the new chancellor urged the Kaiser to abdicate so that a ceasefire could be signed. Hitler had heard that rebellions were occurring in Germany, but he dismissed these rumors as mere rumors. One morning in November, a group of red sailors poured into his hospital room in an attempt to convince the sick to join the revolution. This led him to believe the rumors. Hitler's hatred of Bolshevism and the fact that three of the sailors' leaders were young Jews, none of whom had ever been to the front, made him even more disgusted with the Bolshevik masters

The patients were gathered in the small hall, and when the priest mentioned that the Hohenzollern City Council no longer hung the German crown and that Germany had become a republic, the crowd seemed to tremble with all their hearts.

And when the old priest praised Hohenzollern's contributions, he could not help but weep softly, and in this small hall no one could stop crying.

This is the first time he, Hitler, has cried since standing in front of his mother's grave and weeping in the cemetery in the Austrian village of Lyontin, 11 years ago.

He had endured the fear of blindness and the pain of losing so many comrades in "numbing silence."

Hitler's second degree of blindness, for which there is no medical explanation; Dr. Foster was even more convinced of his initial diagnosis that his patients were "psychopaths with hysterical symptoms." Hitler himself, however, was convinced that he was forever blind.

On 11 November, Germany surrendered at the Combien Forest. The humiliation of surrender was painful for him. Life seems unbearable. But that night, or the next night, when he lay quietly in his cot in despair, a kind of "supernatural apparition"!

That night, in the deserted hospital room of Basvark, one of the most murderous forces of the 20th century was born. Politics was devoted to Hitler, not Hitler to politics.

Adolph. Mr. Hitler, appeared in this era.

The times chose him, and he chose this era.

Thus, a new era began! Clear