Chapter 40: The Ruthless Driver
Himmler felt like he was about to die. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ο½iqugeγ ο½ο½fo
He bent over, gasping violently, his chest heaving like bellows, and his lungs were hot. Sweat was dripping down his body, and his clothes were soaked again.
But even such a pause to catch his breath could not be enjoyed for long.
"Don't stop! Get me running! There's still 20 kilometers to go!"
The stern voice sounded again, like an invisible long whip whipping him, driving him away, forcing him to catch up with the great army in front of him.
There was no way, Himmler had no choice but to drag his heavy legs again and run forward.
This is his fifth day of joining this "relevant department" and the fifth day of his formal training.
These days, the number of trainees has increased to 19, but the intensity of the training has not decreased for a day, and every day, they are training to the death.
For example, now, this group of men in tank tops and shorts are being driven forward, facing the cold wind of early spring.
Running itself is very simple and not difficult, and for ordinary people who don't have the cheats of light work, running is the only way to improve their leg strength.
Before joining the gendarmerie, Himmler also used to run to exercise and improve his fitness.
However, if they run too much, it will not be normal, and it will become a kind of torture, and they are now forced to run more than 42 kilometers every day!
Of course, Himmler had heard of the famous light skill of "Marathon Run", and he had also heard of the famous deeds of the Greek martial arts master Philippides who ran 42 kilometers to bring back the news, and it was naturally an excellent light skill.
However, none of us have learned this light skill, and some of us have not even learned the most basic light skill, Chief of Staff, is it really good for us to run such a long distance every day?
Could it be that we, the "relevant departments", are specially used to deliver information?
But the effect of practicing running is not great, and if we are given a light skill to practice, wouldn't it be countless times more efficient?
But there was no way, Himmler didn't have the courage to go up and reason with the chief of staff, nor did he have the confidence to convince him, so he could only go with the flow, follow everyone, and run this arduous 42 kilometers.
Lift your legs, step down, lift your legs again, step down again......
I don't know how many times they wiped the sweat that covered their eyes, and they finally saw the humble farm.
The gate got closer and closer, and finally, they reached the end.
Many people fell directly to the ground, panting breathlessly.
"Don't lie down, don't lie down, stand up for me! Walk slowly, recover quickly!" the urging voice sounded, it was Hess, the "big man" of the General Staff, who had been transferred to assist the Chief of Staff in training them. "Alright, rest for a quarter of an hour, change your clothes, and come to the cafeteria to eat!"
After calming down, he poured a stomach full of water, rinsed his body with cold water, changed into another clean training suit, and Himmler walked to the cafeteria.
In this long and arduous training, the incredible food in the cafeteria is the only light in the deep darkness here.
Only there, can he temporarily forget the hardships of training, forget his identity, forget the miscellaneous tasks on his body, and can show his desires without scruples to enjoy those incomparably delicious food.
Ah, I can't think about it, my saliva will flow if I think about it again.
Even though his legs were still as heavy as lead, he sped up two points and walked into the nondescript cafeteria.
Take two white bread filled with fresh meat, a bowl of beef noodles, and a plate of spiced chicken nuggets......
After a meal of Hesse, Himmler lazily lay on the lawn outside the cafeteria, enjoying the last bit of leisure before training in the afternoon.
One after another, the companions who trained with him also came to his side with big bellies and started their daily chatting and farting.
"Alas, I didn't come if I knew it was so hard. β
"It's not hard, where are there so many merit points? 10 o'clock a day, which task is so high?"
"It's a little bitter, but the food here is still good. β
"That is, I haven't eaten such a delicious thing since I was so old, this craftsmanship is really amazing. β
"Actually, I don't think it's useful at all. What is the use of running, plausing, counting, kicking?"
"Yes, it's better to send us a few martial arts to practice, isn't it much more efficient?"
"Yes, I don't have extravagant hopes for high-level martial arts, and practicing those big road goods is better than the current ones. β
"Maybe the chief of staff has his own ideas, such as training the army and the like, isn't it also necessary to practice formations in the army?"
"Training the army? Just a dozen of us, what kind of army is training? Is it necessary to have a formation? This is completely unreasonable. β
"I've heard that we're not the only ones who will increase the number of people in the future. β
"It's not much, our organization is not very big, all the people are added, it would be good to have a few hundred people, do you still want to launch a coup d'Γ©tat?"
"You can't say that, we are a peaceful faction, a nationalist party, and we don't want to get involved with those chaotic parties. β
"Don't be so secretive, I see, it's a matter of time or time, otherwise they will go crazy and give us the martial arts cheats, at such a big cost......"
"By the way, the one who left a few days ago is the head of the Mueller Branch, I heard that he has already exchanged martial arts, maybe he is studying and practicing in the granary over there. β
"That's a top-level sword technique, when can I get this level of martial arts. β
"Our side is still good, as long as you train hard, you will have merit points in your account, 10 points a day, 300 points a month, plus those rewards, you can change it in about half a year. β
"Half a year, what is the best thing to change? I think it's better to change the hidden weapon, and if you really fight, it's safer. β
"Hehe, idiot, this secret weapon is gone, it's still the best weapon, I want to learn from the head of the Muller branch, and I have to change the knife method!"
......
The topic of discussion slowly turned to what martial arts to redeem at that time, and this lunch break slowly came to an end.
The afternoon training was a little lighter, but still very boring. It's the simplest line up, counting the numbers, walking in a positive way, taking a break and standing upright, these things that you will learn as soon as you learn. They have to practice again and again, and they will be beaten if their movements are not standard, and they will be deducted points if they are serious.
Everyone, including Himmler, did not understand what was the use of training these things? Even if they were trained as soldiers, even the First Army Corps, which was now the most elite in the German Empire, mainly practiced martial arts in the army, and had very little time to train in formations and formations.
And that is walking in a straight step, a little rest and upright, no matter how you look at it, it is useless, no matter how square you walk, and how standard you take a little rest, does it have a copper coin relationship with your combat strength?
But understanding is not understanding, and after several suggestions and inquiries were ignored, everyone had to continue this monotonous and boring training.
In the evening, after dinner, everyone still can't go to rest, and they still have to go to class.
The place where the class was held was the big house of the farmer's family, and more than a dozen candles were lavishly lit, illuminating the whole room.
At the request of the chief of staff, nineteen men lined up, and supervised each other's companions, lest the poor fellows, who were overworked, fall asleep in class.
And the person in charge of teaching them is the chief of staff himself.
In the days before, they had studied the elaborate theory of nationalism, and the chief of staff had repeated in their ears over and over again the superiority of the Germanic peoples, and the vile nature of other peoples. There is also the reason for the establishment of the German National Socialist Party as a whole, its theoretical basis, and its mission.
If these contents are narrated by Mr. Adolf, the leader of the party, with his speech techniques and narration skills, of course, it will be very inspiring, and people can't help but be enthusiastic and willing to dedicate their lives to this cause.
But the chief of staff does not have such skills, his tone is much more gentle, more like a narration, rather than a speech and propaganda, naturally, this effect is not ideal, but in general, let everyone have some basic agreement with these theories.
Today, however, the content of his speech is somewhat different: "After studying a few days ago, I think everyone should know the theoretical basis of our party and the goals that we will strive for in the future. But many of you must have some doubts in your minds, such as what our department does, what is the meaning of this day's training, what kind of work will you do after the training is completed, and so on. A lot of people don't know about it and are curious. So today, I'm going to explain. β
Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but sit up a little straighter, and even some of the originally sleepy guys also cheered up again, after all, these are things that everyone desperately wants to know.
The chief of staff continued: "As we all know, a government has many departments, administration, finance, public security, military, foreign affairs, etc., which are the most basic departments of a country's government. But among these departments, the supervision department will never be indispensable. The empire is so big, the territory is vast, there are many nobles and officials, large and small, among these people, there will inevitably be some moths, gnawing the flesh and blood of the country, destroying his cornerstone, and the country's inspection department is the guarantee to eradicate these moths and make the country grow more healthily!"
Himmler's heart turned upside down: What did he mean? Did he want to say that the corpses of the German Supervision Department were now vegetarian and had not been properly eradicated from the moths, so they wanted us to do it? They wanted us to assassinate those officials? Those nobles? Like a repeat of the assassination of the Spartacists?
The chief of staff did not know what Himmler was thinking, and he continued: "In the same way, our German National Socialist Party is the same, after it has developed to a certain extent, it will inevitably produce some moths, and the task of our department is to eradicate them, so that our party can develop and develop better and better!"
Oh, yes, I thought too much. Himmler let go of the big stone in his heart and let out a sigh of relief.
The chief of staff's tone was worried: "Before, our party was relatively small, and there were not many things, everyone worked hard, they were all more restrained, and they concentrated on their work, and nothing bad happened. But now it is different, the party is growing stronger and stronger day by day, the number is increasing, and some people with bad character and dirty hearts have also mixed in with us, and they have begun to act recklessly and tarnish the purity of our party and faction! I will never allow such a thing! I will never tolerate such people!"
"But they are very hidden, some of them are in high positions, some of them are inconspicuous, but they are all very harmful! We must find them! We must get to these moths! We must punish them, we must punish them, we must punish them, we must even put them to death! All of this is indispensable to the efforts of all of you here!"
Someone stood up: "But, my lord, what kind of behavior is considered nonsense? I see that most of the members are very hard at work." β
Another person couldn't help but ask a question: "My lord, like the head of my former branch, he often withholds the high-reward tasks assigned by the headquarters and does it himself, is this nonsense?"
The other couldn't help but speak out in support: "Yes, those branch ministers, deputy ministers, merit points are nearly ten times higher than ours, so this must be considered nonsense." β
pressed his hand to silence everyone, and the chief of staff continued: "Is it nonsense, you don't count if you say it, and it doesn't count if I say it." For example, it is actually very common for the branch minister to deduct the task to do this kind of thing by himself, such as the branch minister Muller, who just left yesterday, he often does such a thing, so that he has saved so many merit points in exchange for martial arts. However, why did we not punish him? It was because he did not violate the system! In the previous party system, only the head of the sub-department was responsible for issuing tasks, but there were no regulations on how to issue them, and even if he withheld all the tasks, it would be difficult for others to say anything. β
"Then, isn't it true that if you become a leader and master all your strength, you can do anything wrong?"
The chief of staff replied: "Of course not, the first thing we have to do is to establish a complete and strict rules and regulations! For example, in the area of issuing tasks, we must stipulate in detail how to issue them, so that the sub-ministers who have all their strength cannot act arbitrarily! For example, in the area of task evaluation, many people like to give small gifts to the evaluators, so that they can give high marks to their speeches and other tasks, and we must find a way to restrain them and punish the guys who cheat for personal gain!"
Then, his voice was raised: "We, the relevant departments, from now on, must start all these rules and systems! Bring the affairs of the entire party into the detailed rules and systems! And we will be responsible for maintaining these rules! Implementing these systems!" Our party is now developing at a high speed, just like a carriage speeding down the main road, and we, the chariot driver, use the leather whip in our hands to whip it down again and again, so that it will not go off the rails, will not fall off the cliff, and will not be destroyed and killed!"
Then he paused: "This work is very important! Here, I hope you will be a ruthless driver!"
(To be continued.) )