"When, when, when. There was a knock on the office door, and Gordon rubbed the bridge of his sore nose to relieve the fatigue caused by exertion, and raised his head a little helplessly: "Come in." ”

These days he approved about 500 officers of the old German Army, all of whom were left in the newly formed German Army, and it can be said that each one was carefully selected and selected by multiple comparisons.

This army is arguably the smallest army on the entire European continent, but it can also be said to be the most professional army in the whole of Europe and the whole of the world.

There is a credit to Major Gordon, who has been working for ten days in a row, and each day arranges for the final home and fate of more than forty soldiers.

"Major Gordon, Second Lieutenant Accardo Rudolph salutes you. In the direction of the door, a crisp voice sounded, but it was no different to Gordon's ears, he received dozens of such young men every day, each of whom could be said to be the elite of the elite, and he dutifully fought for Germany to retain the greatest fighting power, which was what he thought was right.

These days, every day there are all kinds of voices ringing in his ears, some full of vigor, some of them powerful, these soldiers are the best, at least one in ten have won the Iron Cross, there are also traditional officer aristocrats, there are former German army majors who volunteered as soldiers.

"I've read your resume, Lieutenant Acre, I believe you don't know the reason for staying, I'll tell you the truth now, I have at least 20,000 soldiers here who are better than you, and the reason I chose you is very simple, you have experienced a gas attack and survived it completely, I lack a gas response training team here, and you are responsible for training about two regiments of new army soldiers to ensure that they can survive the enemy's gas attack as safely as you. ”

Accardo was stunned for a moment, he thought about the reason for his stay, and he did think that it should be related to poison gas, but he really didn't expect that he would be so lucky to become a "logistics unit".

"Your office is temporarily located at the headquarters of the 103rd Regiment, on the outskirts of Hamburg, where the facilities are good and used to be the headquarters of an army. The two regiments you are responsible for are the 103rd Regiment and the 105th Regiment. Gordon had a look on his face that I didn't treat you badly, and he was very proud of the superior treatment of the army now: "Leather sofa, oak desk, and even a large globe." ”

"Sir, none of this has anything to do with war, please forgive me for being rude. Accardo was a little disgusted by the extravagant and useless stuff.

"These are just the previous statistics, after the defeat, almost all the barracks were looted, you better not expect too much from what I said. Gordon lowered his head and continued to busy with Wen Jiàn in front of him: "When you go out, please help me call the next soldier." ”

"To whom am I going to give my report, or to whom am I responsible?" Accardo asked, standing up at one point.

Gordon was stunned for a moment, and then he paused before answering Accardo's question: "Report, oh, the recent reorganization of the army is really messy, and my superiors haven't told me who your team needs to report to, so let's start your work first, and the upper authorities will remember you sooner or later." ”

It is like a dying man who is about to die, and the functions of his body are about to die, and the situation is the same with the German army, which is in a mess and has not yet radiated the vitality it should have.

After receiving a pistol from Gordon's assistant, a document to prove his identity, and a document for the other party to inspect, Accardo set off to find his office. And he is the only one in charge of the so-called poison gas prevention team that Accardo is in charge.

Originally, he was already a second lieutenant, so he should have a few subordinates, or at least an assistant, but he was not so blessed, because of the sudden shortage of the German * team, he, the poor second lieutenant, was not enough to have a deputy.

So, after walking alone for a morning, Accardo finally found the headquarters of the 103rd Regiment, no wonder he had been looking for so long, because the gate of the legendary 103rd Regiment Headquarters was hung with the sign "Military Headquarters of the 11th Army of the Imperial Army".

There was chaos in the barracks, and there was supposed to be a guard battalion here, but because the headquarters had become smaller, and many soldiers had not yet had time to report for duty, there were only seven lonely guards here.

The guards at the door checked Accardo's documents, and then took Accardo to a random room to use as an office, and the door of this office was marked with a clear letter: "Secretariat of the Eleventh Army".

Of course, the commander of this regiment has already arrived, but he is in charge of the reorganization of the second battalion in the suburbs, and the first battalion has just been formed and has not yet begun the most basic training, so the regiment has not yet been formed, let alone anti-gas training. (Although all of these men have participated in military training, they are required to train again.) So Accardo is now an idle job with nothing to do.

When Accardo pushed open the door of his office, he was still stunned by the qiē in front of him, the sofa fell to the ground, the globe was gone, and the large oak desk was messily piled with all kinds of documents that could be said to be top secret.

There was a brazier in the center of the room, and it was full of ashes, and it looked like what really important had been destroyed, leaving nothing more than something inconsequential that would sooner or later be known to others.

Accardo walked over to the table and looked up to see the portrait of the German Emperor hanging directly above the chair behind the table. He walked over to the table and gently wiped it on the table with his fingers, and found that it had been slightly dusty, and that it hadn't been cleaned for about a week.

He took off his military coat and hung it on the hanger beside the table, hung up his hat casually, bent down and picked up a torn white glove from the ground, and patted it on the chair without paying attention to the stains, splashing a cloud of dust.

Then he sat casually in his chair, took a few papers in front of him, and flipped through them casually.

A telegram of the surrender of the Reich, an order from the military headquarters to disband the soldiers, as well as a report on the sanitary and epidemic prevention, and a copy of the surrender order. "Huh. With a laugh, Accardo threw the waste paper back on the table.

A force of more than 20,000 people, without firing a single shot, was wiped out by the enemy with a contract, and it was the so-called "complete annihilation".

Accardo remembered the Manchu government, the humiliating Jiawu year, and the treaties that humiliated the country. The power to resist unequal treaties was everywhere, but in this era, at this special historical moment, the German people's desire to resist oppression and pursue prosperity was used and kidnapped by the Nazi party.

Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the good friend I met after coming to this era, Mr. Hitler. I don't know if this retired German army corporal will set off a historical frenzy like the history that people are familiar with.

Looking out the window at the blue sky with white clouds, Accardo squinted his eyes and fell asleep, dreaming that he was standing on the podium of the university, continuing to tell his substitute students about the familiar Second World War.

The leisurely office is not all over Germany, on the contrary, there is a frustrating busyness in all corners of Germany.

At the Krupp factory, a group of British officials and French men in ceremonial dresses were supervising the dismantling of the milling machine by German workers, huge gears were piled up everywhere, and discarded precision parts were dumped like garbage on both sides of the aisle.

Several reporters were documenting the pitiful moment, as workers wept and moved the machinery they once relied on for their livelihood and destroyed it. On the other hand, the French and the British were recording every part with cameras and notebooks, numbering each part with paint and destroying important parts.

The barrels of fine steel are stacked horizontally and vertically, like countless downed chimneys, and the number is staggering. There are thousands of cannons, which used to be an important military material that the various legions looked forward to, but now these are only garbage, worthless garbage.

The cannons produced here once propelled Germany to the top of the world, and it was only one step away from winning the First World War. But now that everything is over, it has been ordered to stop production, and ninety percent of the entire factory's production capacity has been removed.

In the midst of this chaos, the German Army was cut in half, and about two million Germans became unemployed, while about one million German workers lost their jobs at the same time.

The German government was helpless against the Allied Supervisory Committee, the society was in turmoil, the German economy was in regression, and people felt extremely disappointed with the current government that signed it, so the people's support for the government plummeted, and the entire German administration was pushed to the brink of collapse.

Riots arose everywhere, and people poured into the streets, marching in droves with rifles and tearing down statues of the German emperor in the streets. Some even had gunfights with the military. In short, this month in Germany has been a desperate mess.

The chaotic environment forged a new political party, a weak new party that rose step by step, it was vigorous, aggressive, and promoted an extreme nationalist spirit, and it was sought after by many, and this party had a very different name: the National Socialist Workers' Party.

And there was such a figure in this party, whose name was gradually becoming familiar to some capitalists and becoming more and more influential in the region, and this person had a resounding name: Adolf Hitler.