The train that picked up the wounded was accompanied by several officers, and after a brief conversation with the commander of Accardo's regiment, they called the hero of the regiment, Accardo, a mercenary from the Far East.

"Nice to meet you!Private Accardo!" said a major, with a thick mustache and a traditional Prussian uniform with two buttons, who looked very dignified, and as he spoke, he held out his right hand.

Stand upright and salute. After Accador finished implementing the rules, he finally stretched out his palm and shook hands with the big man in front of him: "Mr. Major, Private Accardo salutes you. ”

The major waved his hand diagonally back, and his communications soldier or guard took out a copy of the paper from the bag he was holding, and respectfully handed it to the major in front of Accardo.

"In view of your bravery in this battle, the Legion Headquarters hereby awards you the Iron Cross of the Second Degree, for saving the lives of one hundred and seventeen soldiers, you are the best soldier I have ever met!" the major smiled kindly, and showed Accardo his amiability, as if the boss of a company had said to his good employees that he would give you a reward of two hundred dollars.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Accardo straightened his waist and shouted a slogan with a great sense of passage. Who would have thought that even in such an era of scientific and technological progress as the early twentieth century, there would be more than one emperor on the European continent, which is the backbone of the world?

Mr. Colonel did not intend to end this conversation, he continued to speak with the text in his hand: "And you have been promoted, almost all of your company has been killed, and the regimental headquarters has ordered the promotion of qualified and capable soldiers on the spot. There is no problem with your qualifications and your abilities are very good, so from now on, you are a sergeant. ”

There was a feeling of crying and laughing, Hitler thought about the Iron Cross that he had only received for half a year, and the rank of sergeant that could not be smaller, and he Accardo had only been lying on the ground next to the hospital bed for two days and then obtained it lightly.

After reading the order, the colonel didn't plan to talk nonsense, in his capacity, he really didn't want to talk nonsense with someone who was neither a noble officer nor a top boss.

Officers were sometimes good, too, and when Accardo returned from the regimental headquarters, his uniform had been changed to a brand new one, and he had an enviable black Iron Cross pinned to his chest.

Otherwise, Germany's industrial level is enviable, and this medal is made small and exquisite, which fully gives the wearer a sense of honor and pride. Along the way, Accardo has played with this medal countless times, but it was a rare item that could not be found when I wanted to collect, but in China, this thing can only look at photos, and it is difficult to find a physical object.

However, thinking about how he got this thing, Accardo still thinks it would be better to take a few fewer of them: because in the process of obtaining it, the name of the unknown person was inexplicably changed from the list of winners to the list of missing.

In fact, there was no need to be too careful, Accardo knew that this time he would never have to go back to the front line to fight for his life. Soon after the Austrian 16th Infantry Corps withdrew from the front, the First World War, which had left all Germans feeling humiliated, would come to an abrupt end.

Originally, the shape shì was slightly advantageous to Germany. With the advent of 1918, the German army, which had been on the defensive for four years, took a stand and prepared to launch another offensive.

Except for the stalemate on the Western Front, the Germans won on the rest of the battlefield. Serbia, Romania, and finally Russia capitulated to the German onslaught, and the peace treaty with the nascent Soviet power gave the Germans a large plain of Ukraine.

Since the enemy on the Eastern Front had collapsed, the German army transferred more than 1 million men and horses from the Eastern Front to France in order to break the deadlock and fight a decisive battle on the Western Front. The "Battle of the Emperor" is about to begin.

In the spring, the Germans launched four major offensives, forcing Britain and France to retreat one after another. With the odds set in turn, the British were ordered to fight to the last soldier. On 15 July, the decisive battle began near the city of Lem, and both sides understood that once the battle was fought, the winner would be decided.

"If I succeed in the Remus attack," said the German general Ludendorff, "we will win this war." Field Marshal Foch, commander-in-chief of the Allied forces, agreed, saying: "If the Germans succeed in attacking Remus, we will lose the war." ”

As a result, the German offensive failed, and Germany, which seemed to be so strong, had no reserves. Not only did the coalition have American divisions to strengthen it, but weapons and food were also pouring in from the United States.

When the train took Hitler east, he was still blind and on the verge of a complete physical and mental breakdown. His eyes were red and swollen, and his face was bulging like a ball. The voices of these soldiers were ghost-like, 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 the doctors say about their vision being restored soon, it doesn't help. All they need is to lie motionless and groan, to relieve their pain, even if it is by death.

Leaving the front line on the same train was a small figure unknown in history, a sergeant of the third company of an Austrian infantry regiment, and Accardo, a mercenary from China in the far east.

"Germany is finished, the attack near Lime has depleted our reserves, but no real progress has been made, and the entry of the United States has left us completely passive. His Majesty the Emperor may end the war in the near future. Holding his rifle, Accardo leaned against the iron sheet of the train car and whispered, "The war may end this year." ”

"Reluctantly, Mr. Accardo, your strategic vision has always been accurate, and you expected the attack near Lyme to happen, but I still don't want to believe that we will be defeated. Hitler's eyes were wrapped in gauze and he said a little lonely.

"Mr. Hitler, we are still young, and although we are not in a good position now, we will get a qiē back. Accardo said in a firm tone.

Hitler nodded and did not speak. For a long time, with the clatter of the wheels of the train against the seams of the tracks, Hitler suddenly spoke: "Mr. Accardo, you are really a learned man, I think you are more knowledgeable than our battalion commander. ”

"Thank you. Accardo smiled, and then looked through the gap to the plain in the distance, the First World War was over, and these twenty years would be his own stage.

In early August 1918, the British launched a surprise attack near Amiens, and the Germans collapsed almost without firing a single shot. The Germans retreated, but the positions remained, and hundreds of them were willing to perform their military duties. The Germans have verified their oath with their own blood, they are unwilling to take a step back, stubbornly and persistently holding on to their fragmented positions, and creating all kinds of troubles for their opponents.

But at home in Germany, the belief in continuing the war gradually faded, and strikes occurred one after another. In the eyes of die-hard figures like Hitler, the safe, undisturbed rear, with its stragglers, opportunists, ailing evaders, traitors, and Jews who had neither love nor respect for Germany as a Motherland, betrayed the front of the desperate battle at the most critical moment.

When the train dragged Accardo and Hitler to the hospital in Basvarque, a small town in the province of Pomerania, his own disappointment threw all his pain out of the blue.

After a few weeks of treatment, Hitler regained his sight. The keratitis had subsided, his eyes had receded, the pain in his sockets had begun to subside, and slowly, he could see the outlines of his surroundings.

The restoration of vision gave Hitler hope and led him to regain his interest in current events. However, Berlin, the distant center of the Reich, was itself effectively surrounded, and the new manager urged the Kaiser to abdicate so that a ceasefire could be signed.

On this morning, Accardo was brushing his teeth, and Basvark's hospital was quiet, except for the occasional slight moan from a soldier, and every one of them seemed so peaceful and beautiful.

Three young men in overalls and forward hats entered the large wounded ward, and they found a conspicuous position and pulled the chair beside the bed of one of the wounded soldiers to the middle of the passage, and one of the young men jumped up, cleared his throat, and made a speech: "Long live the Bolsheviks! Gentlemen! Only the Bolsheviks can save our Germany! The Kaiser must step down! He is the chief culprit of this war!"

"Your Majesty the Emperor is not the culprit!You are a bunch of rebellious thieves!" retorted loudly with Hitler's red eyes.

"Hey, boy! Look at the Soviets! Look at Comrade Lenin! The Russians withdrew from the war without losing anything! We should believe that the Bolsheviks could also lead us out of the threat of war!" said the young man at the head, waving his fists, very firmly.

What he said was well-founded and convincing, and although everyone was silent, the angry Hitler was stunned for a moment, unable to refute a word.

"Have you ever been to battle?" a voice sounded from the doorway, crisp and firm, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it, and there stood a tall Germanic man, slightly thin, but with a sparse beard stubble.

A pair of blue eyes stared at the three young men in the center of the hall in deep sockets, without a trace of emotion in their eyes, these eyes had seen life and death, so there were no more waves.

"Have you ever been to battle?" asked Accardo, seeing that the three of them were silent, spoke again.