"Let's go to the streets tomorrow!" Inside the tavern, a guy with a yellow beard said while drinking beer.

"Parade!

Forget it! I have to go to work at the station tomorrow, and I don't work for a day, let alone drink beer, and even eating is a problem. ”

Another guy complained.

"Stupid, you don't know yet?

Go out and follow the parade for a day, and there are two honorarium of Reichsmarks. ”

"Really? Are those aristocratic gentlemen crazy? ”

"Damn!

The march was to thoroughly investigate the cause of the death of the Duke of Bavaria, and all the money was paid by the Bavarians.

How much money did the Duke of Bavaria have, I don't need to say.

Your two Reichsmarks a day, isn't it a drop in the bucket? ”

"Hey......! Two Reichsmarks are nothing to others, but to us they are a week's worth of bread. ”

"Drink a bar!"

"Do you want to go tomorrow?"

"Go, of course. If you have money, why don't you go? ”

This dialogue was widely circulated in many taverns and among the citizens of Berlin.

"Dr. Goebbels, you send money to pull people to march, and our funds will soon run out."

Rudolph. Hess looked at Goebbels dissatisfied.

"Pattern!

Pattern, my Rudolph. Dr. Goebbels took a puff of his cigarette.

"You used to be an athlete, not a businessman.

If you want to make money, the seizure of power is the best business.

This little money is nothing compared to the German regime. ”

"Hahaha!

Dr. Goebbels was right when he said that after taking power, we no longer have to pay taxes, and we can collect taxes.

What kind of business can come faster than sitting on the ground and collecting money? ”

A fat man sitting next to Hess said with a smile.

This fat man is not simple, his name is Herman. Greene in his last war against France. He drove an airship into the French position in violation of the law!

On the airship, those 25-mm rapid-fire guns were firing at full power.

The frenzied strafing fire crushed the French soldiers on the ground.

After crushing the French line with the force of a boat, Herman. Green also guided the Prussian infantry and continued to advance against the French follow-up support forces.

And before the French brought in anti-aircraft artillery, they managed to withdraw from their positions.

In this battle, the Prussian army successfully captured the French position at the cost of more than a dozen casualties, and also annihilated two French companies.

Herman. Green became famous in World War II and became a hero in the Prussian army.

But this combat hero was not happy in the post-war days.

The good positions are occupied by the children of the big nobles, and he can only be a star follower, following behind those gentlemen all day long.

Divorce, alcoholism, promiscuity, etc., accompanied Herman. Green for a long time.

It wasn't until he met Adolf that he found his purpose and hope in life again.

After a busy night's work, the top brass of the National Socialist Party gathered for a drink.

It wasn't until dawn that I hurriedly slept for a while.

It was a night that was destined to be very busy, but no one saw Adolf.

No one in the top echelons of the National Socialist Party, including Dr. Goebbels, knew where Adolf had gone.

At seven o'clock in the morning, crowds of people gathered at the gates of the University of Berlin.

Right in front of the University of Berlin, hot milk is boiling in a cauldron.

Inside the large laundry tub next to it, there are piles of hard-boiled eggs.

As long as you wear a black armband, you will immediately receive a boiled egg and a glass of steaming milk.

Plus, a small sausage and two large slices of bread.

It was the usual Prussian breakfast, and many people with armbands just stood on the side of the street, chatting and enjoying the free breakfast.

Even the policemen who were on duty from afar had someone running over to deliver a breakfast.

Get these policemen, they can't pick them up, and they don't pick them up.

After breakfast, someone led them to the line. And let them themselves, out of every ten people, elect a small head.

Then, someone organized these little heads to talk about something.

There were more and more people, and finally the entire entrance of the University of Berlin was already overcrowded.

Yesterday, there were only a few hundred people who walked out of the school gate.

But today, thousands of people have gathered at the school gate.

And people are still gathering.

By eight o'clock in the morning, tens of thousands of people had gathered at the entrance of the school.

The assembly of this scale is very scary, and the police, who originally wanted to come and intervene, do not dare to move now.

All they had in their hands was batons.

In the face of so many people, it really started.

The surging crowd can overwhelm them in an instant, and then be trampled by countless big feet.

Afterwards, I couldn't even find the right owner.

"What should I do, didn't I say that we should take action this morning and disperse them and not let them march?

Why hasn't the director come yet? ”

"The hell knows what's going on, I guess the director drank too much last night.

Now, I don't know which little girl's bed to sleep in. ”

"Damn, it's almost eight o'clock, why don't you have a main affair.

What the hell are you going to do? ”

"What to do? Hurry up and eat it, the milk will be cold for a while, and it won't taste good. ”

The police didn't know what to do, but the crowd had already taken to the streets organized by the little bosses.

The policeman took out his pocket watch and looked at it, it was eight o'clock in the morning.

It's so fucking punctual!

Without orders from their superiors, the police stood on both sides of the road, and no one had the courage to go up to stop the procession.

The procession marched unimpeded to Alexanderplatz.

Along the way, the procession kept shouting slogans.

There were also banners made of white cloth that read Tribute to the Greatest Duke Winter!

The procession was immense, shouting slogans and moving forward.

There are people on the side of the road who keep joining, some are curious, some are coming to see the excitement.

There are really few people who really admire Duke Winter's character.

More and more people gathered, and finally the whole street was blocked.

The people in front had already walked out of the street, and the people behind them were still standing still.

"Frederick, you promised. To stop the march from continuing, send troops if necessary. ”

On the phone, Karl roared unceremoniously, not giving the emperor His Majesty face at all.

"On the march again?" Frederick had just eaten breakfast and before he could pick his teeth, he was interrupted by Karl's phone call.

"Yes! They also smashed the glass of our bank, and if it weren't for the guards, the mob would have rushed in. Carl was furious on the phone.

Just ten minutes earlier, his First Prussian Bank had been baptized by a mob of bricks.

Almost all the glass was shattered, and the guards did not dare to fire with their guns.

There were too many people on the other side, and if you shoot, countless bricks will be thrown at you.

At such a close distance, bullets can kill, and bricks can kill.

The guards looked at the mob in horror, their pistols trembling in their hands.

Fortunately, those mobs just threw bricks.

There is no intention of rushing into the bank and looting it!

The mob cursed and left, and the guards breathed a sigh of relief.

The bank manager called the boss Carl tremblingly.

"Frederick, you must, immediately, immediately send troops to suppress these marches.

Otherwise, the issuance of war bonds will be postponed indefinitely.

Or, you find someone else to underwrite your war bonds. ”

Carl was furious, almost yelling into the microphone.

"Alright, Karl, I'll send the Praetorian Guards to suppress these mobs."

The money was so needed that Frederick had to swallow it.

At the same time, he also made up his mind that as long as he breathed a sigh of relief, he must kill this guy Carl.

Lao Tzu's financial lifeline must not be strangled to death by others.

"I hope you talk and count!" Karl hung up angrily.

About half an hour later, a group of Praetorian Guards ran out of the Brandenburg Gate.

"Captain! The Janissaries were dispatched. Inside the receiver, a voice came from the receiver that made Rohm extremely excited.

"How many people were dispatched and where did they go?" Rom's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Just out of the gates of Brandenburg."

"Great!" Röm hung up excitedly and glanced at his men.

Now, these National Socialist stormtroopers, all wearing the uniforms of the Praetorian Guard.

In his hand, he also held the same rifle as the Praetorian Guard.

"Let's go, follow me to the street."

Dr. Goebbels, who had just walked through Kudam Street, was at the front of the line, slowing down.

He and Herman. Together, Green walked into a building on the side of the street.

Although they were gone, the procession behind them continued to march forward under the guidance of the small leader.

Suddenly!

Dozens of people in Praetorian Guard uniforms appeared in the streets, guns in their hands, and the muzzles of black holes pointed at the marching crowd.

"Stop moving forward or shoot!"

Rohm shouted loudly.

There was a hint of confusion in the procession, after all, it was now being pointed at the muzzle of the black hole.

"We are a team of peaceful willingness, don't ......!"

"Smack!" Rom didn't talk nonsense, and directly knocked down the little boss who wanted to come and talk.

Then there was a burst of gunfire.

Bullets were fired into the dense crowd, and the marching crowd was immediately in chaos.

Shouting, screaming, scolding became a mess.

The people in the front row were shot and fell to the ground, and the people in the back trampled on each other as they scrambled for their lives.

Everyone fled in panic, and no one expected the army to suddenly shoot.

After a burst of gunfire, 100 people fell on the ground, and some of the injured were lying on the ground screaming.

Under the sun's rays, blood snaked like snakes on the ground.

The smell of blood, mixed with the smell of gunsmoke, spread in an instant.

Röm glanced at the chaotic scene, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Withdraw!" ”

With a wave of his big hand, dozens of "Praetorian Guards" immediately shouldered their guns, and without even a line, they ran to a small road.

Got into the small streets and alleys, and disappeared after a while.

Just five minutes after Rohm had fled, two battalions of Praetorian Guards arrived.

Both battalion commanders were a little stupid and asked them to suppress the riots, but ...... But there was no order to shoot.

At this time, the Janissaries were all armed with bayonets.

When they saw what was before them, they knew that great calamity was coming.

Dozens of corpses lay on the ground, as well as twice as many wounded.

As for the procession, there was no one left to escape.

There was a mess on the ground, and the people in the building hid behind the windows and doors, looking out.

"This ......! What to do? ”

"I don't know!"

The two battalion commanders who led the team were all dumbfounded.

At this point, the clock was just pointing to 8:50.

Just half an hour later, the streets of Berlin were littered with leaflets about the Janissary massacre procession.

The leaflets are like snowflakes, almost to the point that everyone has one copy.

Plus those who died, many of them were people who marched to make a little money.

They were all Berliners, and they were at the bottom of the city.

The massacre spread through the streets of Berlin in a very short time.

Someone sent the body back and placed it at the door, and the whole family caressed the body and cried.

I don't know whether intentionally or unintentionally, those who were killed and injured were almost all over the city of Berlin.

In other words, you can see such human tragedies everywhere in Berlin if you want to.

Most Berliners had little interest in finding out the cause of Duke Winter's death.

It is only right to earn some money every day to subsidize the family and survive the difficult war period.

The Janissaries shot and killed people in the streets, an act that instantly ignited the anger of Berliners.

Almost every corpse sent home was accompanied by a young orator.

It was as if they had been trained, and they talked about the Hebrews who were doing it all by the government.

How the Hebrews enslaved the Berliners, how they cared for every Reichsmark in the Berliners' pockets.

How they have scooped all the gains of the war into their pockets.

The average Berliner is very poorly educated, and most of them are illiterate.

They don't understand any big truths, but they think what these people say makes a lot of sense.

"Let's go! Go to the Hebrew shop and get back what belongs to us. ”

A young man with a black armband led the way into a Hebrew shop.

As soon as the clerk stepped forward to ask, he was knocked down by a punch.

Then, more people rushed into the store.

Within ten minutes, the store, which had been full of goods, was ransacked by a large group of people.

The policeman in the distance, smoking a cigarette, as if he didn't see it.

A blatant robbery in broad daylight, and the police don't care?

Some of the guys are starting to get their minds moving.

There's also a Hebrew shop over there!

Everyone followed his finger and saw a luxurious shop.

This time, no one was used to take the lead, and countless Berliners rushed to the front.

It's messy!

Berlin is in full swing!

Everywhere there were people scurrying around, and if anyone said it was a Hebrew shop, they were all looted by the mob.

When the police see these mobs, they often have to hide, for fear that they will harm themselves.

This level of riot is not something that these policemen can deal with.

The streets were littered with broken glass, reflecting the sunlight in a shining light.

"Frederick ......!" Carl's hand shaking with the handset had just received a call from the bank manager that his bank had been ransacked by a mob of gunmen.

The guards who were hired with high salaries were all killed.

In the bank's vault, there was not a single one left.