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Berlin
Bellevue Palace
"Has Ludendorff sent a message?"
At this moment, Hindenburg is asking Wilhelm Marx, the Prime Minister of Weimar Republic, while standing next to him is the leader of the Social Democratic Party, Hermann Müller. They are now gathered at the presidential palace waiting for news.
"No."
Marx shook his head. Since the operation began, there has been no news from any front, and the telegrams sent out have been met with silence.
Even the seasoned Hindenburg couldn't help but feel a hint of anxiety. "Damn it, I knew Ludendorff was unreliable. It was a sure thing that such an arrogant person would fail," Hindenburg criticized, regretting entrusting such an important matter as taking over the army to his hot-tempered old subordinate.
"Perhaps General Ludendorff was just delayed by something," Miller thought hopefully.
"No, we must always assess the situation based on the worst-case scenario. If Ludendorff has not taken control of The First Division, then Strasser must have taken control of The First Division."
"Then we can do nothing about him now; we must leave here immediately. As long as we leave Berlin, I can command the armed forces of Germany to encircle Strasser at any time using my presidential authority." Hindenburg has already planned his escape route.
"Let the police station in Berlin escort us out of the city," Marx suggested.
Now, the forces around Hindenburg were very weak, as he had sent the Presidential Guard to take over the defense of the First Division from Ludendorff.
Hitler's Waffen-SS launched a raid on Strasser's headquarters.
stormtroopers then arrested the leaders of the National Socialist Party and the Northern School. So Hindenburg had to summon the Berlin police to protect himself. Just then, gunshots rang out outside, followed by intense gunfire.
"What's going on?" Miller asked anxiously.
A fat man rushed in from the door, it was the chief of the Berlin Police Department, with a mournful face he said to Hindenburg,
"Mr. President, you need to run away quickly!"
Just now, a large group of thugs came outside and attacked our brothers without saying a word. There are too many of them, we won't be able to hold on much longer." Marx hurriedly grabbed his collar,
"Have you seen clearly which party's thugs launched the attack on you?"
The police chief wept bitterly, obviously frightened and stuttering for a long time before finally speaking in a human voice,
"I... I don't know. They didn't say which party they were from, but I saw them holding a flag with a black background and a hammer and sickle symbol on it."
"Black Hammer and Sickle? Isn't that the team of the National Socialist Party?" Miller suddenly remembered that he had seen the armed forces of the National Socialist Party in new uniforms during a meeting at Congress, and they looked very handsome with the black hammer and sickle armband.
"This can't be!" Marx exclaimed.
"vanguard Shouldn't we be defending their headquarters now? Hitler told me this is the intelligence passed on by their undercover agent in the National Socialist Party. And does vanguard have so many people?"
"Never mind, we need to leave the presidential palace immediately and then send a telegram ordering the troops from all over the country to suppress the rebellion in Berlin.
I have already mobilized three divisions towards Berlin, as long as we hold on for one more day, they can immediately launch an attack on Berlin."
"Strasser's The First Infantry Division cannot stop them."
At such a critical moment, Hindenburg remained unusually calm; not even the most dire situations during World War I could intimidate him, let alone these minor disturbances now.
"Then we should leave now," Marx signaled to the police chief.
"Go get the walkie-talkie, we'll leave from the back door as soon as you bring it here," said Marx. The chubby police chief nodded and immediately opened the door to go to the control room to get the walkie-talkie. However, after opening the door, he stood there dumbfounded. "What are you doing? Don't waste time!" Marx was a little angry. This stupid pig was wasting time even at this point.
However, he immediately knew the reason. He saw the police chief slowly retreating from the doorway, his face pale, a Luger P08 pointed at his head. The one holding the gun was the Communist Heinrich· Laufenburg, stepping into the room in shiny leather shoes. Behind him, Communists in vanguard uniforms filed in from the doorway, surrounding Hindenburg and his entourage.
I don't know when, but the sound of gunfire outside has become very faint.
"Sorry, President Hindenburg, you can't go anywhere now," Laufenburg announced with a smile to the esteemed Old Marshal.
"What do you want to do to the president? Do you want to rebel?" Wilhelm Marx angrily stood in front of the president. "As the Prime Minister of the Weimar Republic, I command you to step back immediately!" "It seems you haven't quite grasped the situation, Your Excellency, the Prime Minister."
Laufenburg is not feeling happy right now, so he doesn't intend to make others feel happy either.
"Take them down for me!"
With a stern shout from Laufenburg, the Picketing immediately stepped forward and pushed Wilhelm Marx, Hermann Müller, and the chief of Berlin Police Department to the ground.
Laufenburg Looking at the struggling Wilhelm Marx kneeling on the ground, he walked up to the latter, bent over, grabbed Marx's tie, and forced him to look at himself, "If your name was not Wilhelm but Karl, I might have followed your orders."
"Enough!" President Hindenburg sitting on the luxurious sofa spoke.
"Come to me with any issues, don't make things difficult for my subordinates. I will take all the responsibility upon myself."
"No no no, you are mistaken, Field Marshal Hindenburg. You are a hero in the hearts of the German people. How could I dare to do anything to you? I am only here to carry out orders."
Laufenburg joked, but he was extremely dissatisfied deep down.
He knew that he had become the scapegoat again. If their identities were exposed in this operation, he would definitely be thrown out to take the blame. After all, he had chosen the wrong side in the internal struggle of the party. "So what are you going to do now?"
Hindenburg inquired, he was not worried about his safety at all, not even the Allies dared to judge him, and in Germany there was no one who could judge him.
Laufenburg did not answer, he only gestured with practical actions that they needed to wait for the key figures to arrive, and the Picketing behind him also formed a line, standing still like sculptures.
The atmosphere of solemnity permeated every room of the presidential palace, and as a few sparse gunshots rang out, the outside fell completely silent, leaving only a chilling stillness.
However, this atmosphere did not last long, as the sound of armored vehicles in the distance became so numerous that the ground of the presidential palace trembled slightly. "Finally they have arrived," Laufenburg breathed a sigh of relief, now he just wanted to quickly extricate himself from this chaos. "Hehehe!"
Before he even entered, cheerful laughter could be heard from outside the door. A man dressed in a National Defense Forces colonel's uniform pushed the door open and walked in, his face beaming with an innocent smile; it was Strasser. "Long time no see, President Hindenburg," he greeted warmly, addressing the marshal.
Meanwhile, the members of Picketing quietly slipped away, naturally handing over the defense and transferring the presidential palace to the soldiers of The First Infantry Division.
"You really opened my eyes; I didn't expect you to have such control over The First Infantry Division."
Hindenburg stared into Strasser's eyes for a moment, then sighed deeply.
"Do not underestimate anyone, Field Marshal Hindenburg. Your actions have long been seen through by me, and everything is proceeding according to my plan. I have achieved complete victory." Strasser looked up at the flag of the Weimar Republic hanging in the hall and laughed loudly, his voice echoing ominously throughout the room. "Kekekeke!"
"Don't celebrate too soon, young man. Hitler has already arranged an attack on your National Socialist Party. If you don't want your leadership to be completely wiped out, you should consider using me as a bargaining chip to exchange for them." Hindenburg interrupted the victorious Strasser with dissatisfaction. "Is that so?"
Strasser squinted and tilted his head to look at the distinguished Old Marshal. "Then let's wait and see."
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