This was probably one of the few places where Accardo had not seen applause since his arrival, and he walked quietly along the forest path flanked by lawns. Everyone gathered their minds and followed behind the decisive head of the Empire.

One after the other, one after the other, the name after the other, this is the Empire Memorial Cemetery, a place where everyone longs to rest forever. If there is a post-mortem rating of death, it is undoubtedly the most glorious grave in the whole of Germany.

Accardo suddenly stopped in front of a stone-carved cross, a beautifully made tombstone, and the tombstones in the entire cemetery are the works of art carefully made by skilled old craftsmen, and these tombstones carry not a history, but a soul who sacrificed himself for the prosperity of Germany.

Everyone behind Accardo was silent, and they watched in horror as Accardo stretched out his white and slender fingers and stroked the edges and corners of the tombstone of the cross, as if a pianist was elegantly stroking his own piano, with a solemn and affectionate expression.

"Dutraby, von Hoffmann, I have personally touched every telegram you sent back to my homeland, I have read it myself, I have known you for a long time, but we have only met once, at that time we did not have a German salute, you boarded the train to Wilhelmshaven, I shook hands with you on the platform to say goodbye, for more than twenty years, you have never returned to Germany......" Accardo unknowingly shed tears, and he personally sent these people lying in the cemetery to the battlefield, and the reason why they lie here is because they love this country deeply!

It may have never been seen in the official German records, and it may have been unknown to everyone, but the fact that the name is lying here is enough to prove the importance of the name......!

This person's other name or code name can definitely be said to be thunderous in the German hierarchy, because on this tombstone that Accardo caressed, there is a poignant name: Greif.

Yes, this is the grave of poison, there are no bodies in it, only letters of thanks and medals from various branches of the German military, it is possible that few people die with so many honors, and it is possible that few people will not be able to return to their beloved homeland even if they die.

In Dutrabi von Hoffmann's hometown, or Greif's hometown, a park named Hoffmann Park was built with the old man's life savings, and in the grave lay along with the medal, along with a letter of thanks written by Accardo himself, which was kept in a zài bottle, sealed with wax, and meticulously stamped with the plastic seal of the Third Reich.

Along with the old man, there is a grave without a body, and the suffix of the name on this grave is also Hoffmann, who is the honorary rear admiral of the German Navy who died in the battle of the English Channel, the gray wolf.

Tombstones are one after the other, one after the other. Everyone here has a story that could be written into a wonderful novel, so they are buried here, to be honored and worshipped by all Germans. Countless people come here every day to pay their respects and clean it. The maidens placed bright wreaths under the tombstones, which were covered with new flowers before they had withered.

How many people here have given up their lives for the sake of their motherland? Money is really just something outside of their bodies. They were behind enemy lines, and they generously served in order to bring an important piece of information back home. How many people here have been unknown for their ideals until they died, and they have never been in the newspaper once, but their hard work is enough to shock the world and change the future development of mankind.

Accardo caressed one tombstone after another, and did not say a word, but his movements were so gentle, and his steps were so firm, so his actions moved everyone who came here, and they felt that their dream of revitalizing Germany, under the leadership of such a person, would eventually become a reality!

The Führer walked like this, and the people behind followed him, and there seemed to be no end to each step by step, and Accardo carefully looked at each tombstone, as if he saw the smiling faces of the tombstone owners. Many of the people here know Accardo, have eaten together, walked together, talked together under the grape trellis or on the edge of the flower beds, talked about science, military engineering, and so on.

For example, the stele he is looking at now is a scientist in the heavy water project of the German atomic energy project, who died in the sabotage activities of British spies and was killed by a bomb on the way to work. His contribution to German nuclear energy research was arguably greater than that of Albert Einstein, and Accardo even had dinner with him himself.

The other is an engineer in a nuclear power project, who died of a heart attack on the job, because he and his team have been working day and night to find out that Germany is only one step away from using nuclear energy, and the problem of power shortage that plagues Germany is expected to be fundamentally solved.

But now they are all lying here for various reasons, accompanying their beloved motherland, forever lying in this hot land. Their names are not even known, and their contributions seem to be remembered very little, but because they are buried here, they are recognized as German heroes.

Germany has had a very difficult time in nuclear energy research, and despite the guidance of Accardo, it has not succeeded in developing a practical nuclear weapon until today due to various reasons. It is not that German scientists are inferior in technology, but that in many cases it is not possible to completely compare the development time of several nuclear weapons powers.

The simplest reason is, in 1937, could China have given five years to produce an atomic bomb? Everyone knows that the answer is no, and some people will even sneer and disdain to answer. By the same token, why couldn't the United States and Britain produce the atomic bomb in 1935?

In fact, any complex scientific research project can only be built with a series of scientific research progress, and the same is true for the atomic bomb. The accumulation of technologies such as containers carrying raw materials, the speed of centrifuges, and the purification of materials have all affected the application and development of nuclear energy. The German nuclear energy research team, which has crossed the river by feeling the stones, is now at the forefront of the world, which can definitely be said to be a remarkable achievement.

Thinking of nuclear weapons, thinking of Germany's nuclear energy research, Accardo remembered Dr. Einstein, who he hadn't visited for a long time, he turned around, beckoned to Gascoll behind him, and saw the latter walking quickly to his side, so he asked in a low voice, "How is Dr. Einstein......'s recovery?" Even if you are my friend, you shouldn't have spent the rest of your life so miserable. ”

"My Führer. When Gascoll heard Accardo's question, he quickly replied: "Dr. Einstein is in good health, but the bullet injured his nerves, and although he woke up, he still can't move normally." ”

For individuals, spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair is definitely a big blow, so Dr. Einstein is very depressed now, and there is a dedicated nurse to push him every day, but he still rarely speaks.

Accardo knew about this situation, and he just remembered such an old friend who was quite familiar and asked about the current situation. It's just that for a scientist who may benefit all mankind, it can't help but feel sorry for ending up like this.

"Be sure to help him get back to his health!Let him stand up as much as possible, and move freely!, that's the minimum respect for science and knowledge!" Accardo said as he continued to walk forward to Gascoll, who was following him.

"Yes, my Führer!" said Gascoll, who had not paid attention to Einstein, a man of no use, for a long time.

Arriving in front of a small tombstone, Accardo stopped, squatted down and sorted out the messy flowers with his hands, so that the name of the owner of the tombstone was revealed, and there was nothing special about the name on it, and probably no one would remember such an old Wehrmacht office secretary Grace: "I have someone bring a bouquet of flowers every week...... Promise me not to do this stupid thing with Dr. Einstein again, okay?"

Gascol was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily. He now knew how long Accardo had been upset by that self-assertion back then, and he knew that the secretary of Sickert, who was not guilty of death, really deserved to be executed in secret.

Maybe she should be able to understand the Führer's distress by now that she has lived, right?" Gascoll thought with some regret. When Accardo raised his steps and continued to walk forward, he was still stunned, buried by the crowd that followed Accardo forward.

"Condolences. Augustus, on crutches and with his other hand supported by a young officer, walked to Accardo's side.

"I can't be happy. Accardo smiled bitterly: "There are too many people I know buried here, every time I come here, I feel like a failure, I owe these people something, maybe I can't pay it off in my life." ”

"No, you are wrong, my Führer. Augustus shook his head, pointed to the endless array of tombstones, and said, "It's a blessing that they lie here. Because we are still alive, we can only carry their unfulfilled dreams and continue to walk!"