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April 12, 1926
In the past, Bremen was always quiet at night, and the city's life paused with the setting sun. But today, it seems that this city has welcomed a different change.
From the high ground outside the city, you can clearly see the distant dark Bremen lit up by beams of light generated from the Mechanical Park. After the concert ended, the workers didn't disperse immediately; they hadn't had this kind of activity in a long time. The lack of entertainment in their lives made them cherish every opportunity.
Fortunately, they would have a breather in the next three years, Strasser thought to himself. "It seems that besides speeches, music is also a powerful tool for propaganda; we must make good use of it in the future." The workers formed a long parade, carrying various musical instruments as they began to march around the city.
These instruments are partly brought by the "Revolutionary National Fighters Alliance" band, temporarily established by the National Socialist Party, and partly carried by the workers themselves in their daily lives. For example, the harmonica made by the workers in Bremen, and the ukulele made from wood produced in Bremen. Even in the midst of busy work, the workers have not forgotten their hobbies. Music is like a ray of sunshine illuminating their otherwise gloomy lives.
They began to play that famous song, "The Song of the United Front," using various instruments. Although personally, Strasser preferred "The Struggle Continues," it was originally a Russian song, and adapting it into German lost some of its flavor. The melodious singing, accompanied by the beat of the drums, carried through every street in the Bremen district.
The night was still young, so many residents couldn't help but open their windows to observe the activity outside. They saw a long line passing through the streets. The people in the line came from various professions, but they all had one thing in common - they were hardworking workers from Germany.
Their faces were marked by the hardships of life, yet their expressions were relaxed and joyful. They sang with deep voices the left-wing song that called upon future generations to unite the people. The singing was grand and powerful, and many residents spontaneously began to hum along with the tune. More and more people joined the parade, participating in the collective chorus. The "Einheitsfrontlied" was not difficult; everyone could easily sing along with the melody.
At this moment, everyone has gathered together; this is the brightest moment for Bremen in recent years. In the long parade, there are Communists, Anarchists, National Socialists, Nationalists, and of course, many more who are indifferent to politics. Essentially, all kinds of ideologies from within and outside the political spectrum have united, rather than engaging in the usual life-and-death struggles.
This is the power of music.
"It's really beautiful."
On the top of the clock tower in the Bremen city area, Anna sat on the edge of the window, overlooking the excited crowd below, her glassy eyes reflecting the brilliance of the sun, and the light refracted by the moon became even more colorful.
Anna is a bit envious. Her biggest hobby is singing, especially in crowded places, where she believes her voice can dispel all misfortunes. Unfortunately, she has never had the opportunity to perform on stage from childhood to adulthood.
Since Anna can remember, she has been wandering around with Seeckt constantly, so it's very difficult for her to make long-lasting friends.
"I wonder who that guy singing just now was. If only one day, I could be like him," Anna murmured to herself.
"That day will come, Miss Anna."
A slightly weathered voice came from behind Anna, and the startled little deer quickly stood up.
Standing at the entrance to the top floor was a man with a long, narrow face, black hair, brown eyes, but with a hint of red in his eyes.
If it weren't for the mismatched hair and eye color, he would have had the typical appearance of a Germanic person.
"Mr. Gregor, how did you end up here?" Anna asked, a bit surprised, covering her red lips with her hand.
"Am I not allowed to be here?" Strasser replied with a smirk.
Seeing the shy Anna, Strasser felt quite pleased.
It seems that the hairstyle I got today at the barbershop run by Tony in Berlin is indeed effective. Coupled with the "Waffen-SS version" uniform custom-made overnight by Dibiguchi and Hecate Major, Strasser's appearance has now reached the level of every young girl's dream lover.
"Today is a special day, so I came to Bremen," Strasser explained.
"So that was you singing just now, Mr. Gregor?" Anna thought she had guessed correctly.
"That's right, the National Socialist Party has newly formed a band called the Revolutionary National Fighters Alliance, abbreviated as the Civil Defense Band. I plan to arrange for them to perform across the country, in both cities and rural areas; Bremen is just the first stop." Strasser did not respond directly but instead shared his future plans with Anna. "I heard your songs, they are very inspiring, and I believe they will motivate more people to join your fight."
Although Anna is not very interested in politics, her years of exposure to Seeckt have given her a preliminary understanding of it, and she is aware of what Strasser is doing.
"Today we won't talk about politics,"
Strasser knows that this girl does not like war, which is why he is wearing the Vanguard uniform instead of the National Defense Forces uniform.
"I actually have a certain level of expertise in music. The songs you just heard were all written by me." Strasser knew that the best way to attract a girl was to connect with her interests. Sure enough, Anna's eyes widened in surprise.
"Is this true? Mr. Gregor, you really are a genius."
"Of course, I can play you a piece I composed myself right now."
Strasser pulled out his ancestral violin from behind. The songs he played at the concert were learned at the last minute and could only be considered mediocre. However, this piece was different; he had practiced diligently with Bettina for a month and was very satisfied with his performance.
Strasser held his guitar and began his performance.
"A little flower bloomed in the wilderness, and its name is Anna."
"Surrounded by a hundred thousand little bees, they swarm around Anna."
"Because your heart is full of sweetness."
"A delicate fragrance emanates from the floral dress."
"On the heath, a little flower bloomed, and her name is Anna."
Strasser sang for Anna a song called "Erika," composed by the World War II German military composer Herms Niel in 1930. However, Strasser replaced the name of the beloved in the song with Anna.
The delicate and charming violin piece seemed to flow gently from the strings. Although the notes were simple, the distant and refined atmosphere far surpassed that of ordinary popular music, leaving listeners feeling refreshed and at ease.
Anna quietly listened to the music that Strasser had gifted him, gazing at the handsome German man beside her, with the light of the sun, moon, and stars flowing in her eyes. At that moment, Anna felt it was the happiest time of her life.
"The girl who cries for your return is named Anna."
The time of a song always passes quickly, and Strasser put down his violin.
"How was it, Anna? Are you satisfied with my song?" Strasser asked eagerly.
"Very good work, I really like it. What's the name of this song?"
"Anna."
"Uh?"
Looking at Anna's puzzled expression, Strasser's lips curled into a smile. "This song is called Anna; I just created it specifically for you." "Really... is that true?" Anna asked, a bit surprised.
Strasser turned his head and looked up at the sky, while Anna curiously gazed upward as well.
At some point, the weather in Bremen had shifted from cloudy to clear, with the clouds dissipating and stars twinkling in the night sky.
"Anna, do you know what the difference is between you and the stars in the sky?" Strasser suddenly asked a strange question.
"Um? What's the difference?" Anna said, feeling a bit confused.
"The stars are in the sky, and you are in my heart," Strasser replied with a charming smile.
In an instant, Anna's face turned as red as an apple; she thought she might be coming down with a fever.
At the same time, in the distant sky, a brilliant light rose, like ink in the night. Fireworks bloomed in the darkness, instantly magnificent and dazzling, emitting a brilliant and dazzling light.
Anna stared at the blooming flowers without blinking. Before she could imprint Flower soul in her mind, it had quickly disappeared.
The fireworks were so beautiful, like a phantom, always making people doubt whether the flowers were really blooming before their eyes. Although the chaotic flower shadows were still swaying in front of them, they always seemed elusive, like a dream, adding a touch of fascination.
"From the moment I first saw you, I realized that I was hopelessly in love with you. Anna, I promised you that I would take you to see the fireworks every year, and I have always remembered that."
Looking at Anna's reaction, Strasser knew he was about to succeed; people of this era had never seen so many dazzling ways to flirt.
"Look into my eyes! Anna, would you accept the affection of a German man from Bavaria?" Strasser and Anna stared intently at each other. Anna felt a slight shock at such passionate pursuit, a sensation she had never experienced before. Looking into Strasser's brown eyes, Anna tilted her head back and struggled to articulate her response, her cherry-red lips slowly and firmly forming each word of her answer.
"I am willing, Gregor."
Looking at the shy girl in front of him, Strasser knew he had succeeded.
Gazing at Anna's enticing red lips, Strasser suddenly felt an urge to taste what they were like, and he indeed acted on that impulse.
Strasser approached.
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