"When!When!When!" There was a quick and tyrannical knock on the door: "Open the door! We are the Wehrmacht! Former Defense Minister Gesler is suspected of corruption and treason, and we have been ordered to take him back to assist in the investigation!"

Outside the door, a dozen Wehrmacht soldiers armed with submachine guns and rifles were not here to arrest Gesler, they were ordered to shoot him on the spot.

The knocking continued for a while, but no one came to open it. Apparently the people outside the door had lost their patience, and they kicked open the sturdy wooden door and rushed into the house with their weapons in hand, and what they saw was Gesler's cold-frozen, hanging from the beams.

And his wife was already dead in bed, vomit blocked her nasal passages, her face was blue and black, and it looked like she had been poisoned, judging from the suicide note on the coffee table in front of the sofa, the former defense minister had poisoned his wife and then hanged herself.

......

"Basterkol!" said an SS officer, standing against the wall in a suit with his wife and two children in his arms behind his back, and said proudly: "You have been accused of betraying the Greater German Party, and now you are dismissed from your post as head of the Third District of the Greater German Party in Berlin!"

"I am the true patriot! You stupid pigs! Accardo will sooner or later lead Germany into the abyss of war! The Germans will shed their blood! He is a complete demon! Don't let him be deceived anymore......" Bastercol shouted hysterically.

"Looks like you don't have anything more to say. The SS officer sneered and raised his arm: "Long live the Greater German Party! Long live Accardo?

"Wait, let my wife and children go, they are innocent!" Bastercol cried out.

"Fire!" the officer held his chin high, ignoring Bastercol's shout.

"Bah!!" Beside the officer, a row of soldiers in black SS uniforms pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation.

......

"Ring, ring, ring!" The telephone rang endlessly, but no one picked up the receiver, several Wehrmacht soldiers were rummaging around for something, and on the floor lay a dead man in the uniform of a police chief, but with three conspicuous bullet holes in his chest.

On the other end, an officer was holding up a different phone and saying something to the other end: "Yes! That's right! Facton has been killed! When he was dying, he said he was ordered by Defense Secretary Geisler! Yes! That's what he said! Yes! Yes, he didn't mention the man named Bullock! But our guy was looking for evidence in his office. Yes, sir, I'll give you news later! Long live the Greater German Party! Long live Accardo Rudolf!"

Putting down the telephone receiver, the Wehrmacht officer immediately gave an order: "Search carefully! Don't let go of any suspicious evidence! Felton is guilty of treason! Every piece of incriminating evidence of his guilt must be found! Quickly!"

......

"General Bullock, your crime of colluding with the SA in an attempt to attack the Wehrmacht General Headquarters has been confirmed, do you have any last words to say?" Reinhardt Heydrich sat down on the sofa and asked the old man standing in front of him, taking off his over-brimmed military hat and placing it on the coffee table in front of him.

"Young man, when I commanded the troops in the last war, you were still using the tip of a pencil to calculate addition and subtraction! Pay attention to your tone!" the old general said arrogantly: "You are not from the government, nor are you from the military, and you have no power to dispose of me!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the various medals hanging on his body: "I have fought for His Majesty the Emperor! Old Marshal Hindenburg will understand what I have done!"

"Yes, I believe what you say!" Reinhatra took off the leather glove on his middle finger, threw it next to the hat on the coffee table, nodded and said, "So I came myself! ”

"Kill me, but kill a peace-loving German! Thousands of peace-loving Germans will come forward after all! They will eat your flesh! Drink up your blood!" The old general Bullock said angrily: "You are destroying the peace we have earned!"

Reinhardt looked at Blok with some disdain: "The peace you have in exchange? You have humiliated the German people in exchange for your own forbearance and stealing your life! We do not need pity and cowardice! We should give an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!"

"Fool! Challenge the world with the strength of Germany alone, we will eventually fail! We will eventually be completely destroyed! When there is no Germany in this world! What do you sinners use to repent?" asked Bullock fiercely.

"Do you mean, then, that the German people should live humbly under the crotch of their enemies?" asked Reinhardt rhetorically.

"At least they're alive! that's all that matters!" Brock said with a sigh.

"It's better to live without a soul than to die for victory!" Reinhardt said with his eyes narrowed.

"History will prove me right! fool!" Brock yelled.

"But tomorrow, the German people will make their choice!" Reinhardt said with a smile.

Brock was stunned for a moment, and wondered, "What?"

"Tomorrow the Großdeutsche Zeitung will ask all the German people whether to choose to hand over power to General Accardo, who has changed his contract, or to change the government that he has signed!"

As he spoke, Reinhardt took out the Luger pistol on his waist: "It's a pity, you can't see it!"

"Bah!" a gunshot pierced the sky.

......

In the presidential palace and in the president's office, the adjutant bowed his head and reported to the half-asleep President Hindenburg on the progress of the events during the night: "Your Excellency, Operation Sleep Star has failed! Berlin is now fighting everywhere! It is very unsafe outside! The citizens are very panicked! In addition, the news that has just been received! Defense Minister Otto Gessler has been confirmed to have committed suicide in his own home!"

"Bell, bell, bell!" The phone on Hindenburg's desk rang, and Hindenburg's secretary grabbed the phone and asked in a low voice, "This is the president's office...... ...... are you looking for?"

"Hindenburg! Call President Hindenburg to answer the phone! I'm Biel! They're right outside my house! Call Hindenburg to answer the phone!" There was an anxious cry for help from the other side of the phone, a gunshot was heard, followed by the screams of the man named Biel, and then the phone was left with a busy beep.

The secretary put down the microphone, his face was a little pale, he walked straight to Hindenburg's side, and shook his head at Hindenburg: "Mr. Biel's call, he may have ......"

"Accardo is much more powerful than I thought!" exclaimed an old man of about sixty years old standing behind Hindenburg: "If we do not compromise with him, then there will be more bloodshed! Germany will be plunged into never-ending civil strife." ”

Without answering the chubby old man's words, Hindenburg sighed and said to himself: "William, what time is it?

The sixty-year-old nodded: "It's three o'clock in the morning now, and the sky should be about to dawn!"

"The day is dawn, and the light is coming!" Hindenburg nodded, sighed, and said, "Groner! Our time has passed...... But I always feel ...... It's as if all the glory that belongs to us was yesterday!"

He stood up and looked at his secretary: "Call the Wehrmacht Headquarters! ”

......

On the streets in the early morning, the newsboys who got up early to pick up newspapers and sell them everywhere looked at the scene in front of them in horror - although they had heard the dense gunfire and the screams of someone after being shot last night, when they actually saw this scene, they were still completely frightened.

There were hundreds of corpses lying in the streets, the crevices in the rocks of the street pavement had been filled with bright red blood, most of the glass windows on the streets on both sides had been shattered, and bullet holes with a trace of green smoke could still be clearly seen in the walls.

Men in black SS uniforms stood by the walls on both sides of the street with rifles, some watching with guns, while others dragged the bodies of the stormtroopers in brown suits and dumped them on trucks parked not far away, surrounded by Wehrmacht soldiers in gray-green uniforms.

The little newsboys cautiously passed by here, and walked to the door of the Großdeutsche Zeitung office behind, where they brought a stack of freshly printed newspapers with the scent of ink, and saw the oversized headline on it:

This question is like the sunrise shining on the streets of Germany, and it is like a sledgehammer striking in the hearts of every German: what should be the choice? should you choose those politicians who claim to have betrayed their people for peace, or choose General Accardo Rudolph, who has been working hard for the rise of Germany?

"Accardo, you've won again! I really want to see you go step by step! I wonder how far you can go in the face of our resistance while meeting the challenges of your own people. Throwing aside the newspaper of the Großdeutsche Zeitung, Colonel Grudeau took a sip of coffee from the table and exclaimed: "But you really make me feel incredible! Now that you have gained status, money, and power, why do you want to expand the Wehrmacht so hard? Do you really want to start another war?"

......

"Let Groner sit in the new defense minister's position! I will cooperate with you and announce the immediate start of congressional elections!" Hindenburg said, holding the receiver of the phone.

"No problem, Your Excellency, I said, the Wehrmacht is on your side!" replied Accardo on the other end of the line.