"Hello, Colonel Rommel, my name is Adolf."

Rommel, who was shaving, looked at the guy with a mustache in front of him in surprise.

"I don't care who you are?

How did you get in? ”

Rommel wanted to go and get the pistol, only to find it hanging on a hanger.

The only weapon he had in his hand was a razor!

"Don't be so nervous about Colonel Rommel, if I can come in, there will be a way to get in.

Don't worry about your guards, they're all fine.

It's just that they received orders from higher to disturb the conversation. ”

Rommel's eyes shrank to the size of a pinpoint in an instant!

Orders from above?

How high-rise?

Rommel, unlike other Junker aristocrats, was of commoner origin.

Rommel had heard a few things about the high-level affairs, but after all, he had just been promoted, and he didn't have much contact with the high-level people.

And as a pure soldier, Rommel didn't like to deal with those nobles with full brains.

Rommel was eager to use the razor in his hand to deal with this guy with a mustache.

As a former excellent mountain infantryman, he was sure that he could succeed.

But with the knife in his hand, he didn't do it.

"Oh, that's rude.

You can continue to shave, and we'll talk later, no rush. ”

Adolf took off his gloves and held them in his hands, and surveyed Rommel's house with his hands behind his back.

"Then you wait a minute." Rommel walked over to the mirror and continued to shave his beard.

In this era, shaving had become one of the Prussian army practices.

Every soldier's face had to be shaved clean, and the previous chief of the General Staff, Moltke, even had his head clean.

Ten years ago, the Prussian Army was still full of beards.

Soldiers and officers wore beards of all sorts of strange patterns, which they considered to be one of the characteristics of manhood.

And because of the vigorous hair of the Germanic people, many of them even have beards all over their faces, and they look like hairy people from a distance.

Later, European armies began to learn from the invincible Ming army in an all-round way.

From the organizational structure of the army, to walking in unison, walking in steps, to the personal image of soldiers, all of them have been studied.

At the beginning, the Prussian military did not like to shave every day.

After all, beard is one of the masculine characteristics.

But later, everyone slowly got used to and even liked shaving.

The reason is simple, it's getting used to it.

Rommel finished shaving, wiped his face clean, and walked out of the bathroom again.

"Very spiritual!" Adolf looked at Rommel and complimented.

"Tell me what you have come to me for. Pander to......! ”

"Adolf!"

"Yes, Mr. Adolf."

"Won't you invite me to sit down?"

"Oh, please be seated, Mr. Adolf."

Rommel himself didn't know why, so he asked the man he had never met to sit down.

"You're from Württemberg?"

"Yes, Heidenheim."

"Heidenheim, it's a nice place. The scenery there is amazing! ”

"Have you been?"

"I went there during the last war, and then I was wounded and treated there in the hospital for a while.

There I was also awarded an Iron Cross. ”

"I've got it too!" Rommel was very proud of his achievements.

"I know, with a rifle without bullets, subdued three Frenchmen.

Therefore, you have not been promoted to captain without exception.

It is not easy for people of civilian origin like us to get such opportunities. ”

"You're not a nobleman?"

"It's not!

I was born in Austria and my father was a customs officer. Your father was a middle school principal, but our family was pretty much the same. ”

"You seem to know me well?" Rommel's eyes were fixed on the Adolf in front of him.

The man knew a lot about his past, but he didn't know anything about the man.

"Yes!

After reading your file, I admire your exploits. ”

"What is the purpose of your coming to me?"

Rommel decided to dry it up.

"Purpose......!

Objective!

The purpose is to talk to you. ”

"What are you talking about?"

"Future!

About your future, my future, and the future of thousands of Prussians. ”

"I'm just a colonel!"

“

Our empire is facing an unprecedented crisis. This crisis will push the empire into the abyss of endlessness!

The elderly will starve to death in the streets, the children will become orphans, and beggars will beg in the streets.

Women will be reduced to prostitutes and bullied, and you are the best soldiers of the Empire.

Either as a coolie in the Far East or in the battle.

These things happened in Prussia, which you loved and swore to defend.

I'm talking to you to prevent this from happening.

If you were a person who only knew how to drink, play with women, and gamble, I wouldn't come to you to say these things.

But you are loyal to this country, and you have shed blood for this country.

You love Prussia, you swore an oath under the military flag and fought for this country.

You are a good military man!

Tell me, will you let this happen?

Will you turn the Prussian Empire, which you love, into a living purgatory? ”

"You're alarmist! What exactly are you going to do? Rommel was stunned for a moment, then stood up and looked at Adolf with blazing eyes.

"I'm here to prevent this from happening.

I'm telling you, this is not alarmism, this is the fact that is about to happen.

Just a month ago, in Vyazma.

More than 100,000 of Prussia's best sons were slaughtered by the Ming army.

Their bones are still there, and their souls have not yet returned to their homeland.

Who is it, so that they have no place to die. ”

Adolf also stood up, staring at Rommel with wolf-like eyes.

Rommel, who was much shorter than Adolf, saw Adolf's white fangs.

By the time it came to the end, Adolf was already roaring.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Rommel swallowed hard.

There is no longer the momentum just now, and the voice is much quieter.

"I want you to save Prussia, save the thousands of Prussian people who are about to fall into purgatory."

"Goo......t!" Rommel swallowed a big gulp.

"How can I save it?"

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The small town of Pasim on the edge of Mecklenburg!

Moltke sat in a worn-out chair, sipping whiskey and staring out the window in a daze.

Twenty days ago he stepped down from the post of Chief of the General Staff!

To be precise, he was ousted because of his poor record.

In just twenty days, his life was turned upside down.

Twenty days ago, he was the Chief of the Imperial General Staff, had a guard battalion, and was surrounded everywhere he went.

Meetings at the highest levels of the empire.

Entering and exiting Emperor Frederick's office on weekdays was as easy as entering his own backyard.

But now, everything has changed.

After the last meeting with Frederick and Bismarck, there was no place for him in Berlin and Maggburg.

As a last resort, Moltke returned to Mecklenburg, where he was born.

Here, he also has an old house handed down from his ancestors.

Of course, this is only a temporary foothold.

If there was no other turnaround, Moltke thought about going back to Denmark.

He grew up in Denmark as a young boy and entered the Royal Military Academy in Copenhagen at the age of ten.

And there, spent six unforgettable years.

Before the age of eighteen, it is better to say that he was a Prussian, than to say that he was Danish.

Now that I have nothing, I still want to go back to Denmark and live some idyllic life.

While thinking about it, I drank wine, and before I knew it, half a bottle of whiskey had been swallowed.

Moltke at this time is resentful!

When he was useful, Frederick could be said to be a corporal of courtesy to him.

But now that he has stepped down, he has lost the high value of use.

Frederick and Bismarck, two old things, threw him off like a pair of broken shoes.

Even when they asked to see each other, they didn't see or hear it.

His heart was full of resentment!

Unexpectedly, all of his decades of loyalty were fed to the dogs.

"Don't let me make a comeback, otherwise, you will definitely pay the price you deserve."

The drunken Moltke spewed out a sentence in resentment.

"Sir!"

The old butler pushed the door open and walked in.

"What's the matter?" A drunken Moltke shouted with a frown.

"Oh, there's a man out there who calls himself Mr. Hans." Seeing the drunken Moltke, the butler regretted coming to report.

"Hans? Which Hans? No, nobody. Moltke muttered inarticulately.

"He said he was Duke Winter's son-in-law!" As he spoke, the steward inadvertently pinched his pocket.

There were five silver silver coins in there!

This thing is now hard currency, and it works better than the Reichsmark.

With this thing, you can even buy a lot of controlled products that are not allowed to be purchased.

"Duke Winter's son-in-law?

That Oriental? Moltke immediately thought of the underbeaten Oriental face.

That's a profiteer, no, his vultures, vultures that eat the dead.

Where he appears, there must be nothing good.

I'm unlucky enough, why is this guy still coming to find himself unlucky.

"Let him in!" No matter how much Moltke looked down on Kong Tingxun, the title of Duke Winter's son-in-law was still very useful.

Moreover, this guy is now a big rich, a big millionaire.

The purchase of anti-tank grenades approved by itself alone has already reached a million.

"Yes! Mr. ”

The butler breathed a sigh of relief and walked out easily.

The man said that as long as Moechken agreed to meet, he would have a reward of five Ming silver coins.

The master is down, and he doesn't know what will happen to his life in the future.

While there are still people coming, accumulating some family funds can be regarded as leaving a way back for yourself.

Maybe it's good to wait for yourself, and maybe you can find a new master.

Soon, Kong Tingxun walked into the house.

He was amazed at how dilapidated the room was!

The walls were mottled with paint and the floors were covered in stains. When the leather shoe is stepped on it, it will make a "creaking" and "creaking" sound.

The worn-out chair is full of traces of time.

Only the window is still a bit extravagant, after all, this is a glass window.

None of the nearby farmhouses were fitted with glass windows.

I thought that Moltke would be down, but I didn't expect Moltke to be so down.

"Won't you invite me for a drink?" Kong Tingxun sat down opposite Moltke.

The body tilted slightly, and it turned out that one leg of the chair was shortened.

Kong Tingxun, who almost fell, hurriedly sat up straight and tried to control his center of gravity.

Moltke hooked his hand, and the steward graciously presented a glass.

Kong Tingxun poured himself a glass!

"Thank you for taking care of you!" As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand.

Moltke was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this was referring to the million anti-tank grenades.

Moltke didn't speak, just picked up his wine glass and touched it with Kong Tingxun.

"What's the plan?" Kong Tingxun put down his wine glass.

"What else can I plan, go back to Denmark in a few days." Moltke said dejectedly.

"It's a pity for your military talents.

Why don't you come to my company as a consultant, and the conditions are up to you. ”

"Huh! Thank you. Moltke raised his glass and said yes or no.

After another glass of wine, Moltke felt a little uncomfortable.

When he was the chief of the General Staff, he did not have a good attitude towards him, and even ridiculed him in public.

But when he was down, this person didn't say a word of ridicule, but chased him to his hometown to visit him.

Twenty days later, this is the first person to visit him in his hometown.

Berlin!

Madegarburg!

The people in there all want to get rid of their relationship with themselves.

I really didn't expect that the first person to come to visit me in my hometown would be him.

"Just say yes!

But when you come to me, you still give in. With your military talents, you should remain at the helm of the Prussian army. ”

Kong Tingxun put down his wine glass, as if talking to himself.

"Hah!

I knew you were just talking. Moltke laughed.

He has lost his usefulness, and people in the top echelons of the military are afraid of being implicated with him.

How could an arms dealer who depends on the army for a diet hire himself as a consultant.

As for returning to the helm of the Prussian army, Moltke did not even think about it.

Vyazma's defeat had already made him lose his place in Frederick's heart. Even if this happens, it will be a matter of time before the command is taken away.

"I mean really, I want you to go back and take charge of the General Staff.

There's a lot of your old stuff there, and I'm sure if you go back, you'll be able to take control of the situation quickly. ”

"Hah!

Chief?

You said you would go back?

The General Staff is run by your family, and whoever you say will be the chief of the General Staff?

I thought you were a good person, but now I can see that you are also a villain.

Come and fall into the well, and watch me laugh at my villain. ”

Moltke stood up angrily, carrying a wine bottle in his hand, and soon, the wine bottle would be smashed on Kong Tingxun's head.

"I'm not kidding, big things are going to happen in Berlin and Maggburg.

I would like to ask you to go back and continue to be at the helm of the General Staff.

Don't you want to go back? ”

The bottle stopped in mid-air, and Moltke hesitated.