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December 1925
Germany
The winter in Hannover is always so cold, with heavy snowfall and occasional hail mixed in with the snowflakes falling to the ground. People walking on the streets have to wrap themselves in thick cotton coats as much as possible, leaving only their eyes exposed to observe the road conditions.
Unlike the chilling atmosphere outside on the streets, the atmosphere inside a large conference hall in an office building was heated.
At the entrance stood numerous guards dressed in black uniforms, with two lightning bolts embroidered on their collars. They stood with stern expressions, immediately raising their right hands in a Nazi salute upon encountering guests, clearly indicating that they were members of the Nazi Party's SS troops.
"It seems that the conflict between Hitler and Röhm has begun to escalate. This time, Hitler didn't even send Röhm to maintain order," Strasser thought.
Due to Strasser, Rom and Hitler do not trust each other, which led Hitler to choose to establish his SS troops that are absolutely loyal to him earlier.
Now, the struggle between Berlin and Bavaria is becoming increasingly intense, resulting in fierce conflicts between their armed forces, even escalating to physical confrontations. To distinguish their factions, the SS troops under the Bavaria Nazi Party salute with their right hand, while the vanguard from Berlin salutes with their left hand.
"These stupid guys seem to have a lot of resentment towards us."
Goebbels looked disdainfully at the grim-faced members of the Waffen-SS outside, as if they were ready to devour Strasser and his group.
"It's quite normal; the rumors about the discord between us and Bavaria have been brewing for a long time. Neither side has come forward to clarify, so can you blame these guys for being angry while they're kept outside maintaining order?" Strasser smiled.
In fact, these armed SS troops had been instructed not to enter the venue to maintain order but only to serve as perimeter security, which was his request. He had arranged for Coy to lead the Vanguard in maintaining order inside, especially at the entrance. This was to ensure that if the conference became too heated and both sides started a brawl, Coy's Vanguard could join the fight as quickly as possible while blocking the entrance to prevent the outside SS troops from coming in for support.
Strasser and Goebbels led the members of the Berlin Country Social Democratic Party to their seats, quietly waiting for the representatives from Bavaria to arrive.
"Remember what I told you: if you can't attack the arguments of The Southern School, then go straight for the people of The Southern School," Goebbels was delivering his final pre-battle rally, eloquently instilling the art of mockery in those present.
"Actually, rather than attacking The Southern School verbally, I prefer to physically attack them," said Albrecht sitting in the back seat. When he heard there was a fight, he immediately ran from the Nationalist Party headquarters to Hannover.
"Who told you that we are supposed to fight?"
Strasser felt a bit helpless. This guy was never proactive in participating in the construction of the Nationalist Party, often disappearing without a trace, forcing Baron Dezhi to handle the affairs of the Nationalist Party alone. Strasser hadn't seen him for several months.
"Who else could it be? Of course, it's your brother!"
Albrecht shrugged. Just then, he spotted his buddy and excitedly stood up to wave.
"Otto, come here! Over here!"
Strasser's eyes widened as he followed his gaze.
He saw Otto running in from the doorway, carrying a large pile of iron rods, while the SS troops behind him exchanged glances.
He swaggered and dumped the iron rods he was holding onto the table in front of Strasser, proudly saying, "One for each person, everyone gets a share."
"What is this?" Strasser asked, somewhat confused.
"Of course, it's for fighting. Why use your bare hands when you can use weapons? These are all solid; I've tried them, and hitting someone really hurts." The person in the back, Albrecht, seemed to recall some unpleasant memories and couldn't help but shiver.
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Strasser didn't have to wait long. The representatives from Bavaria arrived at the scene, and it was clear they were from their side by the synchronized Nazi salute and the chant of "Hi! Hitler!" coming from the entrance.
Just as he remembered, Hitler refused to attend the conference. He knew that Strasser would launch an attack against him, and fighting Strasser on northern territory would be disadvantageous for him. Hitler disliked uncertain battles, so he decided to send a spokesperson to attend the meeting.
Gottfried Fortune was a loyal fan of Hitler. Ever since he heard Hitler's speech, he was determined to join the National Socialist Party. The anti-Semitism and the ideas of revenge against the Anglo-French that Hitler promoted deeply attracted him.
In party activities, Fortune was always at the forefront. He would absolutely support any command from Hitler. Therefore, when Hitler asked him to attend the Nazi Party national representative conference in Hannover, Fortune agreed without hesitation.
In Fortune's view, the recent rumors circulating within the party about the discord between Bavaria and Berlin are completely groundless. Representing the will of the leader, who in the Nazi Party would dare to show disrespect? Even if there were, as long as I pull out the leader's "My Struggle" and recite all the leader's quotes, those stubborn dissenters will all submit to the leader's authority. "Hand over your sidearms, no firearms allowed in the meeting hall."
When Fortune was leading his people to their positions, a tall man in a German Empire soldier uniform, Coy, stopped them. Fortune frowned and said, "I represent the head of state, do I also have to surrender my weapon?"
"How clever, I also represent the leader, and the leader ordered me to collect the guns." Coy did not budge.
"Has the leader arranged for this?" Fortune was somewhat puzzled, but he always obeyed the leader's orders, so he obediently handed over his own pistol.
"Also, all of you, hand over your guns. The Fuhrer's orders must be carried out resolutely," Fortune said to the people behind him.
"Now, can we take our seats?" Fortune asked in a rough voice.
"Thank you for your cooperation." Coy smiled and stepped aside.
Fortune walked over to the Southern School's position, carefree and nonchalant. Coincidentally, their spot was directly opposite Strasser and his group.
As soon as Fortune sat down, he noticed a group of people holding iron rods and entrenching shovels, looking at him with smirks. In the back row, a man was licking the back of a small knife, then made a throat-cutting gesture towards Fortune with a very twisted smile.
Fortune Some people are feeling numbness in their scalp. Are they really here for the meeting?
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"Just the day before yesterday, The Social Democratic Party and the Communist Party proposed that the republic should expropriate and take over the large manors and properties of the abdicating nobility at Congress. According to the Weimar Republic constitution, this issue must be decided by a citizen vote.
"We suggest that the Nazi Party, along with the Communist Party and the Social Democratic Party, support this movement to expropriate the property of the aristocracy." Goebbels took the lead in challenging this.
"This is impossible! The Führer opposes this proposal. A significant portion of the funds for the Nazi Party comes from these nobles; how can we repay kindness with enmity?"
"The National Socialist Party does not represent the interests of the nobility. Accepting their money shows that you are a stool pigeon for the aristocracy," Goebbels mocked, as he had always been skilled in verbal expression.
"You are slandering me, I want to duel with you!"
Fortune was furious at the words, he fumbled for his pocket gun for a long time, only to find that it was taken by Coy. He was so anxious that he rolled up his sleeves and tried to cross the table to duel with Goebbels.
However, he was unable to do so. Coy immediately ran over and firmly locked Fortune's neck with his arm, like a nail firmly nailed in place. Fortune struggled for a long time, but found it useless, so he started to curse.
"Let go of me! You traitors! How dare you show disrespect to the Führer!"
"Take this guy out of here; he's clearly lost his mind." Strasser clearly did not want to engage with such scum and prepared to launch another attack.
The people from Bavaria intended to intervene, but when they saw that the conference room door was firmly locked and that they were surrounded by the watchful members of the Vanguard, they decided to keep their mouths shut.
Thus, the unfortunate Fortune was forcibly dragged by Coy to the balcony on the second floor of the conference room and then directly thrown off. The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground could be heard even through the closed door, followed by chaos outside and his screams.
"Now, we have passed this proposal, and I want to announce something even more important," Strasser paused deliberately, waiting for the hall to fall silent before revealing his sharp edge.
"In light of the loopholes in the Nazi Party's Party Constitution, certain opportunists are attempting to distort the Party Constitution to further their own power and profit. I demand that starting today, the Nazi Party implement a new Party Constitution to better realize National Socialism in Germany."
Then Strasser recited the new twenty-five points of the National Socialist Party that he had passed in Berlin.
After Strasser finished reading his declaration, there was a moment of silence in the hall, followed by an intense argument.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you amend the Party Constitution of the National Socialist Party? Are you Lassalle or Loberatus, the founders of National Socialism?"
"Any theory must evolve with the times; stagnation is not supported by National Socialism. Moreover, I am merely informing you, not seeking your consent," Strasser said with a cold smile.
"Now we will begin the vote. Raise your hand if you support the adoption of the new Party Constitution."
Hannover is the sphere of influence in the North, and the hall is mostly filled with members of the Northern School. With Hitler himself absent, there are very few representatives from Bavaria, making it impossible to compete with the Northern School.
Moreover, the support for this proposal is in line with the interests of the Northern School and the proletariat, so more than two-thirds of the people in the hall raised their hands.
"Now that the vote has reached an absolute majority, I declare the motion to adopt the new 25-point program as the Party Constitution passed," Goebbels announced triumphantly from the platform.
The representatives from Bavaria appeared lifeless, unable to resist the procedure of the motion, and could only question its legitimacy.
"Hitler is not here! This proposal is invalid without his approval!" they argued with stiff necks.
"That's a valid point. Since Hitler opposes this agenda," Goebbels nodded, then loudly spoke into the microphone,
"I demand that this petty bourgeoisie member Hitler be expelled from the party!"
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