Accardo had been in his position as captain for three months and four days when he received a letter of appointment, and when he got on the train to Berlin, he could not tell the difference between east and west—the so-called happiness came so quickly that he could not bear it. He was a little puzzled, and he really couldn't figure out why Berlin had such an order to promote a newly promoted captain to the last train of a real officer, and make him a major of the new Wehrmacht.

His promotion rate can be said to be the fastest in German history, and it should be said that his promotion in rank is completely illegal, but fortunately he has a good fortune.

Because his previous promotion was operated by a completely illegal provisional government, and the chaos caused by this provisional government has not been completely subsided until now, and people are so anxious to deal with all kinds of coup sequelae, and no one cares about such a small thing as a certain lieutenant being promoted to captain.

After all, there are as many as seventeen temporary ministers waiting to be dealt with, and there are more than twenty major generals and lieutenant generals who have been promoted, so the promotion of lieutenants to captains is not a cause for concern.

Moreover, the reason for Lieutenant Accardo's promotion to captain was because of Colonel Kreuzer's commendation, so Accardo's promotion was fully justified, fully in line with the rules and regulations for promotion, and completely reasonable and legal.

On the contrary, this time Accardo was promoted to major, and there were many points to discuss, for example, Accardo was too junior and had just served in the position of captain for more than three months, and he had no meritorious service, let alone any outstanding performance, so it could be said that he had been idle for three months in the vacant title of the gas prevention team.

However, this promotion of the major was proposed by the newly appointed commander-in-chief, General Sickert, and naturally there was no unreasonable objection to the two hundred and five, and everyone adopted a tacit attitude towards a strange promotion -- perhaps this young man named Accardo was Sickert's godson?

When you become a full-fledged officer, you are treated differently, and this is Berlin, the heart of the whole of Germany. As soon as Accardo got off the train, a sergeant stepped forward and saluted, his heels slammed together, and the crisp sound could be heard clearly even in a noisy place like the train station: "Mr. Major, Sergeant Gehr of the Guard Battalion of the General Headquarters Garrison Salutes you." ”

Accardo was still a little unaccustomed to it, he subconsciously raised his right hand, and returned a military salute before he spoke: "Hello, Sergeant Gehr, I'm Colonel Accarda from Hamburg, and I'm about to report to the General Headquarters. ”

Sergeant Gehr was obviously a little confused, he was here to pick up Colonel Acre, and he also identified himself, but the nervous Mr. Major in front of him seemed to introduce himself again, and seemed very reserved, this Mr. Major was also very interesting, he didn't seem to have a bit of a chief's frame, and he didn't look like a nobleman, in short, this major was a long way from the rumored illegitimate son of General Sickt...... It's like, like a farmer in the countryside.

Walking out of the station, Accardo just got used to his new identity, a black car shuttled through the crowded streets, cutting through the dense crowd, sitting in the back row Accardo looked at the towering buildings on both sides, and listened to Sergeant Gehr, who was in front of him, introduce the local customs of Berlin, or listen to him complain about the ****.

The car stopped in front of the courtyard gate of a building, and two German soldiers with rifles came over, saluted and stretched out their hands to the window: "Sir, this is the General Headquarters of the Wehrmacht, please show your ID." ”

Rolling down the window, Accardo handed his papers, and looked down the soldier's armpit to see a metal sign hanging on the doorpost on this side, which read "General Headquarters of the Wehrmacht" in beautiful lettering.

The soldier looked at his papers, returned them to Accardo, and then gave a military salute: "Welcome, Mr. Major." With that, he stepped aside and signaled for release.

The railing of the doorway slowly rose, the car shook again, and Accardo took a deep breath, finally letting himself get here. This is the stage for itself, a great stage for realizing the dream of the Third Reich.

"Colonel Ackado, welcome, General Sickt is waiting for you, please drop your things and come with me. Outside General Sickett's office, a burly female secretary was teasing with a maid who was cleaning up the floor with a coffee, and when she saw Accardo walking in, she put down her cup, waved her hand and motioned for Sergeant Gehr, who had brought Accardo in, out, and then said, "You're the luckiest person I've ever met." ”

Is it lucky? Accardo touched his nose and showed a wry smile, the twenty-one-year-old major can indeed be said to be very lucky, but now the German side is a mess, and it is indeed tricky enough, and he is confident that there are few people in this command who have the ability to take over except him.

"Do you know me?" Accardo asked casually, everyone here seemed to know him, but he didn't know any of them.

"I'm Second Lieutenant Grace, General Sickett's secretary, and you're arguably a celebrity in the headquarters lately, so I think a lot of people here know you. But now you know me!" said Grace, revealing the fierceness and skill characteristic of Germanic women.

Seeing Accardo put the briefcase in his arm on the couch next to the door, Grace walked to the door of General Sickt's office and knocked lightly.

"Come in!" said a voice from inside, and Accardo couldn't really hear it through the door, but Grace apparently heard it clearly, and pushed open the office door.

Inside, directly facing the door, there is a large writing desk, very large, a little big inexplicable. It seems that this is worthy of the headquarters of the Wehrmacht, and even the table is the largest in Germany--Accardo thought badly: Will it be bigger than Mr. President's table?

Major General Sickett heard Accardo coming in, raised his head, he wore the Prussian emblem of the two mustaches, smiled at Accardo who was a little cramped, and reached out to remove the monocular lens that was clipped to his right eye.

"It's you!" Accardo subconsciously cried out. He was a little confused, he had seen the middle-aged man in his fifties in front of him, who was sitting opposite him on the train to Hamburg that day.

"Yes, it's me. General Sickt smiled, put the lens in his hand on the table, stood up and stretched: "Now you know why I called you to me, right?"

"I still don't know, you might as well sue me directly. "Accardo really didn't know why this supreme boss in front of him had brought him here.

"What you said on the train, I think is right, so I brought you in and hoped you could be my assistant. Sickert said bluntly: "I need people like you to revitalize the future of Greater Germany." ”

"Everybody shouts slogans, Mr. General, how can you be sure I'm the kind of person you need?" asked Accardo, ending his crampedness, staring at General Sickett.

"Young man, I've lived most of my life, if I can't even understand people, how can I be in this position?" Sickert pointed to the chair he had just sat on beside him, and continued in a somewhat mocking tone, "Are you not confident in your abilities, or do you think I am looking at the wrong person?"

"Mr. General, with all due respect, there is no better candidate in this building than me! You have found a treasure for the German team!" said Arcador standing up straight, confident.

"Don't be so sure, Mr. Major, if you're not up to the task, I'll get you out of my army!Besides, I don't want you to just brag, what I need is really capable manpower!" Sickert pointed to the stack of Wen Jiàn in front of him, stared at Accardo with some sharp eyes, and said, "This is the test!"

Accardo stepped forward, picked up the text and looked at it carefully, on the first page, there was a line of big words: .

"Tell me what you think, Aka Colonel. Walking to the side of the sofa, General Sickt sat down, crossed his legs, took the glass of water on it, put it to his lips and took a sip, and made a squeak.

"General, if we are dealing with future wars, I think we need a tank force! a 'tank force' that once you have tanks, you can become a tank force!" said Accardo, after flipping through two pages.

"We are not allowed to have tanks, you know! Why do you say that?" Sickert's eyes lit up, and he lowered Erlang's leg and asked.

The corners of Accardo's mouth turned up slightly: "Then let's get around, I think Your Excellency General also plans to do the same, right?"

"Go on!" Sickert said, holding his chin in one hand and frowning, feeling a little inspiration in his mind, something flashing through his mind.

Accardo pointed to the plan and said, "This unit should be equipped with at least 60 large-caliber guns, the infantry with insufficient capacity will be equipped with bicycles for the time being, and the personnel will be secretly trained to simulate tank troops, although we don't have tanks, but we can use canvas to simulate tanks on cars." ”

"According to your expectations, how much combat strength does this division have?" Sickert asked his most concern.

"Combat effectiveness?" Acardo proudly tapped the plan on the coffee table with his finger, and said contemptuously: "This division can at least tear through the defense line composed of two corps." ”

"Go to the suburbs, find Major General Harmon, and tell him what I mean, you go and supervise the reorganization of the 1st Division!" Sickert stood up: "In a month, I want to see the brand-new 1st Division of the Wehrmacht!"