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Autumn in Berlin seemed to arrive overnight. The city was sweltering just the day before, but by the next morning, all the pedestrians on the streets felt a chill in the air.
At this moment, Strasser was diligently writing in his office. He had been exceptionally busy over the past few months, spending a considerable amount of time worrying about the formation of the troops.
The newly established Second Armored Division had greatly benefited from its summer training, and with the full supply of equipment from Krupp Company, it had essentially developed combat readiness.
At the same time, Strasser demanded Goebbels shift the focus of their work to the party's construction of the military, insisting that Party branches be established at all levels of command within these two divisions. It can be said that essentially all deputy commanders at various levels were members of the National Socialist Party.
In addition, Strasser frequently organized speeches in the First Division, where he vehemently criticized Anglo-French imperialism for its oppression of Germany and the domestic bourgeoisie for exploiting the people. He called on the soldiers to unite around the National Socialist Party, with Strasser at its core, to fight for the interests of the German proletariat.
Goebbels also proposed distributing pamphlets on National Socialist ideology to all levels of Party branches, including his own work "National Socialism ABC" and a compilation titled "Strasserism" prepared by the propaganda department, to vigorously promote National Socialist thought within the military.
The results were remarkable. Under the powerful political offensive, more than half of the officers and soldiers in the First and Second Divisions joined the National Socialist Party and pledged their loyalty to Strasser. After undergoing ideological transformation, they fervently embraced National Socialism and were willing to dedicate themselves to the future of Germany. Strasser believed that even if he ordered them to attack Congress, storm the presidential palace, and capture Hindenburg, they would unhesitatingly view it as a resolute action for the establishment of a new Germany.
Moreover, Strasser did not forget to infiltrate the General Staff of the Army. Although most of the senior officers came from the Juncker nobility, under Strasser's persuasive rhetoric, many were willing to believe in his theories. After all, Strasser's advocacy for tearing up the Treaty of Versailles was very appealing to those who loved Germany, something that the decaying General Staff of the Army could not provide.
At that moment, there was a hurried knock on the door.
"Come in."
A tall man pushed open the door, it was Coy.
He was wearing the "Vanguard uniform" designed last month by Dibiguchi and Hecate, meticulously crafted by the Silesia Garment Factory. The fitted clothing, combined with his upright figure, evoked the image of the Aryan people from history.
"Long live the Führer!" Coy stood at attention and saluted before beginning his report.
"My Führer, we have received secret news from the members of the General Staff of the Army. Prince William has arrived in Berlin and has just completed a meeting with General Siket."
"Have they finally arrived?" Strasser sighed deeply. Although it was something he had anticipated, the moment had come, and he couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, this operation was crucial for both his survival and that of the National Socialist Party.
"Make sure the party members over there keep a close watch. Report to me immediately if anything happens."
Coy immediately saluted,
"It's the leader," he said awkwardly,
"Leader, Anna Miss is waiting for you downstairs."
In the past few months, the relationship between Strasser and Anna has become well-known within the National Socialist Party, especially since Anna comes to Berlin to see Strasser every day. Many party members who are unaware of Anna's identity feel puzzled and curious about why their leader chose a girl ten years younger than him, but most people choose to offer their blessings.
"I'll be down in a moment."
Strasser put down the document in his hand, stood up from his oak desk, and halfway to the door suddenly remembered something.
"Oh right, there's something I need you to arrange," Strasser said as he took out an item resembling an identification card from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to Coy.
"After the autumn military review is over, immediately place this on General Siket's desk. Make sure he sees it as soon as he walks in, understood?"
"Yes, my Führer."
Coy immediately took the documents handed over by Strasser, but when he saw the words on them, his pupils constricted sharply, clearly taken aback.
...
"Gregor! I've missed you so much."
Just as Strasser stepped out of the National Socialist Party's building, he saw a petite figure running towards him from a distance, and then she clung to him—it was Anna.
In the past few months, Strasser had spent most of his time either working or accompanying Anna as they explored all over Germany, from the night markets in Bremen to the manor in Hannover, and from the countryside in Bavaria to the industrial center in Ruhr.
As a girl lacking love, Anna quickly fell for him, and she has now devoted her body and soul to Strasser.
"Come on! Anna, you should be a bit more reserved; we haven't seen each other for less than twelve hours," Strasser said, somewhat amused.
"But an hour without you feels like a year to me!"
Anna held onto Strasser tightly, looking at him innocently with her big eyes adorned with long eyelashes. After spending a few months with Strasser, Anna had also learned quite a few cheesy pickup lines. "Come on, let's go to the mall now."
Strasser and Anna flagged down a car and drove away from the gates of the National Socialist Party. Not far from the National Socialist Party, in a nearby house, two individuals dressed in Waffen-SS uniforms were secretly watching the departing car through binoculars. One of the older men sighed,
"I really envy that bastard Strasser for being able to hook up with such a stunning girl."
Another younger one asked,
"Do we really not need to follow them?"
"You are so stupid!" The older Waffen-SS gave him a disdainful look. "Our job is to keep an eye on the headquarters in Berlin, to see if any important figures have contact with Berlin. If we have to track everyone, we wouldn't have enough SS troops to cover it all." Then he spat on the ground.
"I thought the enemies of the leader were so powerful, but it turns out they are just a waste lying on a woman's belly."
"But this waste's uniform is so cool, when can we have uniforms like that."
The young man was a little envious. He saw that all the vanguard uniforms had been changed, and they looked so handsome, while looking at their own side.
They are the true Supreme Blade, why hasn't the fake uniform looked good yet? The older Waffen-SS couldn't help but think of the rumors about the Fuhrer's office a few days ago. It is said that the Fuhrer overturned his own desk because of something, and the Waffen-SS outside the door vaguely heard words like "plagiarist, traitor, scum, and infuriating." "Don't think too much, just keep a close watch."
For Berlin, Strasser was quite familiar with the area. He took Anna around the largest shopping mall in Berlin, buying a large number of items in various bags. Anna was very curious about these new and interesting things, so she cleared out everything from all the stores.
However, Strasser was in big trouble. Despite having received training during World War I, he was exhausted from being weighed down with items, especially after wandering around for an entire afternoon.
Breathless, Strasser placed the shopping bags on the ground. "I can't go on, Anna. Wait for me a moment; I'll call Coy to drive us back."
In response, Anna didn't think much of it and simply urged Strasser to go quickly and return. Strasser agreed verbally while holding his waist and walked to the nearest phone booth. He locked the door, looked around to ensure no one was watching, and then picked up the phone to dial a number. He didn't have to wait long before the call connected, and a very standard voice came through.
"Hello, this is the Embassy of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics in the German Reich. Who is this?"
Strasser did not rush to introduce himself; instead, he clearly and firmly recited a string of numbers.
"1919810."
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, clearly indicating it was the first time encountering such a situation. "Please hold on, I'll transfer your call," came the response, followed by a series of static noises. Strasser waited calmly, feeling as if a long time had passed. Just as Strasser began to doubt whether the call had been disconnected, a weathered voice with a regional accent came through the line.
"Hello, this is the Cheka Special Communications Office. Do you have any information that we should relay to Leningrad?"
Strasser replied in a formal manner,
"I need you to send a telegram to Comrade Kirov, the chairman of the Leningrad Party branch, with the following content..."
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