Chapter Eleven: Vacation Time

  Dangerous genius?

  It seems so. Xuyang's thoughts in his heart have never been mentioned to anyone, and his inner private thoughts are covered by the halo on the surface.

  Why not rely on the family's wealth and live a quiet life? No, absolutely can't do that!

  Participating in a party that will be infamous in later generations is for what? The historical trend cannot be changed, at least Xu Yang does not have enough energy to change history for the time being.

  I am climbing upwards and one day I will reach the top.

  Fortunately, Xuyang was not born into a poor family, he had a good birth. The basic conditions were already there, the next step is to try his best to change a small part of the development of history, the Rongguo aristocracy, which originally had a bad relationship with the National Socialist Party in history, changed due to Xuyang's appearance.

  Harl is a very qualified father, he noticed Xu Yang's difference, but did not pursue it in detail. This respectable parent has decided to entrust the family to the future heir of the family, and has already taken the first step, unable to turn back. In people's eyes, the Strak family has already joined forces with the National Socialist Party.

  I never ask why, the answer will be revealed soon. The social conditions can make some people rise, but absolutely not the old forces, the times are changing, the family pattern has been outdated, we are moving forward, towards the dark vortex is approaching.

  Seer, what a bewildering title. But my son has achieved it. Kael, he will be the pride of House Stark!

  Why is it that every step forward is always accompanied by difficulties?

  Is age really not a problem? I'm trying hard, thorns will be cleared away, but... the road ahead has changed, it's as if there are countless trenches blocking your way, trenches filled with fierce soldiers waiting for you to approach, then stabbing you to the ground with bayonets and trampling you mercilessly.

  Why create a military school?

  Partner, I need a partner, a reliable partner!

  They have been found, they are a group of great guys, but they still lack certain conditions. They are unpolished jade, not yet carved, never eager for them to be geniuses, geniuses only exist in fantasy, that is the shackles people add to the unpolished jade.

  The old-fashioned way of warfare must be eliminated. However, unfortunately, the new combat theory was not accepted by most soldiers, and sniping enemy commanders was considered an unchivalrous method of warfare. Victory is everything, even if it requires sacrificing a small part of one's own troops - isn't that what they say, "Victory at all costs"?

  No! Victory is not everything, people nowadays need honor, the honor of a knight, rather than winning at all costs! Outdated ideas have taken root in people's minds, and to change them, one must pay the price and make people doubt.

  Success is always one step beyond your reach.

  Racking his brains to turn the training he received in his past life into theory, what he got was skepticism. Xuyang was seen by most people as a crazy dreamer who came up with absurd ideas, and those people tried every means to stop him from moving forward, rejecting him for any reason they could think of. Fortunately, some people saw the bright spots, and they were also working hard, thinking deeply.

  There are doubts, and then there is in-depth investigation. Exploration and discovery are indispensable, this is the lubricant of progress, some people will continue to move forward along the channel until victory, while others will fall on the road ahead and be eliminated. This is a crazy era, without barriers, let's just do fewer unexpected things, at least the medicine can't be too strong.

  What kind of statement is more acceptable. From top to bottom, not everyone is an obstacle, some people will output energy to help, they need you to consolidate friendship.

  Adolf Hitler was a contradictory person.

  I have a contradiction in my heart, I don't want to get too close to Hitler, but I have no choice. To achieve the goal, I must continue like this until it's unbearable. Where is the limit of endurance? In the heart.

  If possible, I wish to help the motherland, the eternal motherland, which is in distress. Before this, it must not be revealed; once discovered, all efforts will be in vain.

  To whom shall I speak of these thoughts? To no one. I am a Junker, a nobleman of Germany, the heir to the Staerk family. What an enviable halo! But is it really worth envying?

  Return to the motherland? What a contradictory idea, returning empty-handed with the halo of the Yunke nobility? Then what was I working so hard for?! I really hope time passes quickly, in the blink of an eye, I'll be standing on the stage of power, able to do as I please.

  Democracy? This era doesn't need it.

  ……

  Xu Yang lay in bed tossing and turning unable to fall asleep, he had been having insomnia lately, this was not a good sign.

  "Brother Tai, are you asleep?" Galilee was still awake too. This little guy who admired Xu Yang to the extreme was very clingy.

  Xu Yang turned over and looked at Galileo's bed, finding him staring at himself with wide eyes, "No."

  Gallagher's mental state hadn't recovered from the exercise yet. "We won, Big Brother is really awesome."

  Xu Yang remained silent, gazing at the ceiling as he rubbed the itchy spot on his body where an insect had bitten him. The pain and itchiness might be the real reason why he couldn't sleep.

  Xu Yang's team couldn't sleep tonight, their spirits unable to quickly adjust from the excited state, and insomnia would accompany them in the next few days.

  The first victory is very important for a team, it helps to solidify the core members' prestige in the team and increase the cohesion of the team members. The potential energy will make the team members believe that they will always win.

  Aoling touched the swollen areas on his skin where he was bitten by insects, looking a bit depressed. He was a handsome young man who cared about his image very much. "Is it against the rules to bring shower gel into the military school?"

  No one went to answer Olin's question, they would rather spend their time discussing the tactics of the small team. This also shows that Xu Yang's strategy was not wrong, an acceptable tactic must first be guaranteed to be affirmative, and affirmation is not something that can be guaranteed by language, it requires continuous success.

  Ma Han was thinking about another question, "What does the sentence we shouted mean?"

  Everyone's attention was drawn to Ma Han's question, they would shout, but didn't know the meaning of the phrase "kill oneself to fulfill one's duty and die for one's country".

  Xu Yang chose not to remain silent, "Surrender is considered a shameful act in an ancient country in the East, where passionate soldiers uphold the idea of shedding their last drop of blood for the country. I like this way of thinking! If there's a possibility of defeat in the future, I will choose to die with honor."

  Everyone in the dormitory fell silent, perhaps they were thinking; if they were in that kind of environment, what would they choose.

  Marian Square is located in the city center of Munich, where locals rest. The surrounding area is lined with ancient and elegant buildings, mainly Gothic style. Children carrying a self-made wooden clipper are walking back and forth on the square, shouting, their harvest today may determine the total amount of food for a family to eat that day.

  "Sir, want to buy some cigarettes? We have American goods! Camel brand, very fragrant... or not?" A small child was tugging at a young man's clothes with his thin hands, almost pleading.

  Xu Yang really wanted to say that he didn't smoke, at least not yet, but he still pulled out his wallet and bought two packs from the street vendor kid, silently wishing that this family would have a small plate of beef on their dinner table tonight.

  What is a camel brand? Does it need to be investigated thoroughly? Of course, it does! Cigarettes have always been the first consumer goods for the military and can be said to be the best consumer goods for soldiers to relieve pressure.

  Xu Yang did not expect his actions to attract a large crowd of vendors, old and young people swarmed in, they held goods in their hands and begged earnestly. For a time, this group of young men who came out of the military academy on vacation were squeezed by the crowd, they almost feared to leave the crowd's encirclement, unfortunately, they couldn't do it.

  These aristocratic young masters had never thought that one day they would be pestered to buy things, almost everyone's face was unsightly and wanted to throw a punch to teach those who dared to pull their clothes.

  "That's enough!" Hohenstaufen had the blood of the Hohenstaufen royal family, and he really couldn't tolerate the rudeness of these so-called "plebeians".

  The noisy voices suddenly stopped, and the vendors retreated a short distance in dismay. They were reluctant to leave, but as soon as they thought of their actions, they looked at this group of boys wearing national defense military uniforms with fear.

  Xu Yang's expression was extremely wretched, he adjusted his clothes and ran over to grab Holger Sorensen, "William, is your dignity built on bullying ordinary people!?"

  "Hohensohlen was originally an irascible man, he waved his fist, 'Your Excellency! They have surrounded us! Surrounded the glorious future of the National Defense Army officers. I suggest summoning the militia (stormtroopers) to punish them!'"

  Xu Yang directly ignored Hohensoelln's request, and softened his tone to face the crowd that was shaking with excitement. "Your goods have all been purchased by this young master, and the money can be collected at the Hohensoelln family's reception office on Schwangen Street. Hmm... who has paper and pen?"

  Gallagher was still as fearful of chaos, he fawned on him, "Brother, I have it here." After that, he took out paper and pen from his small backpack.

  Hohensohlen hadn't reacted yet, he followed Xuyang's instructions and signed his name on the blank paper one by one, even taking out the family seal to stamp it. Ah ha! This way, the procedure is complete, and there's no need to worry about the reception staff not paying up. In the end, Hohensohlen was holding some inexplicable things in his hand, he was smiling, but his smile looked really ugly.

  An old man with a face full of vicissitudes hesitated to stand up, and he asked: "Are you Mr. Feng-Stadak?"

  Xu Yang smiled slightly and nodded in response. However, the old man's next action left him bewildered. After asking his question and getting an answer, the old man suddenly turned around and ran towards the back. The onlookers who were initially watching from a distance also quickly turned around and ran away, their movements swift as if they had seen a ghost and were fleeing in terror.

  A group of young men stood there in a daze, each holding more or less the items they had just purchased. Baral was the first to react, asking nervously: "Stark, do you... have a grudge against them? They're going to call for help and prepare their weapons to attack you?" This sensitive boy instinctively wanted to reach back and grab his rifle, but unfortunately, he didn't catch anything.

  Good training enabled the group of young men to quickly form a defensive posture, they swiftly surrounded Xuyang in the middle, and the items in their hands were scattered on the ground, those wooden sticks, clips, even the flower pots by the roadside were grasped in their hands.

  Mujie tried his best to make his face look fierce, but unfortunately this young man with a clumsy appearance really didn't understand how to demonstrate ferocity with his expression. He quietly poked Ma Han's waist and asked, "Am I fierce like this? Do you think it would be more lethal to throw the basin or smash it in my hand?"

  Ma Han was sizing up the ground, his injured hand holding a wooden board, thinking about what to use as a substitute when the board broke, "Don't disturb me! Look at Hohenzollern, just like him."

  Müller looked at Hohenzollern with a very honest expression, "No! He's like a bandit who wants to rob and plunder, how can a glorious soldier be like that?" He was so distressed that he finally chose to smile stupidly, thinking: "An honest man is the most terrifying when he gets angry!"

  Dan Su was a man of few words, "Here." He first noticed the appearance of people at the corner of the street. A large crowd seemed to be marching with banners, but it was too far away to see what was written on them.

  Hohenheim swallowed hard, his excitement reaching a fever pitch. "Stark, they've come! They've actually come! Good heavens! So many people, you must be a greedy noble, just look... they've even brought out the punitive banners!" The guy's wooden staff was creaking in his grasp.

  Xu Yang was a bit stunned, and he also started thinking about whether he should find a suitable murder weapon.

  Baral is the youth with the best eyesight among this group of people, he stared at the slogans in the hands of the crowd in the distance and read them out loud, "'Must succeed! Munich Light...' 'Our weapon is dignity, our hope is the future. Come on Starks!' 'Hope in Stark's hand, merciful Lord, we pray for Stark.'……, ……, this……"

  As soon as Baral uttered the first sentence, the boys' weapons had already fallen to the ground. They stared with their mouths agape at the approaching crowd and the militia squad holding torches in broad daylight. The militia sang an unknown song, its melody filled with pride, the lyrics repeatedly mentioning "Our weapon is dignity, our hope is XX Party" "Unite around Old Xi, struggle! Struggle!! Struggle!!! Until victory arrives."

  The song can make people's nerves excited, this unknown military song is full of sentimentality, they are carefully separated from the civilian team, and when walking, they step in military steps.

  A massive crowd of people stopped ten steps away from Xu Yang, and for a moment, the Marian Square fell into solemn silence, with only the torches held high by the charging militia making crackling sounds...

  Suddenly the square erupted in a deafening roar, people shouting excitedly: "SIEGHEIL……SIEGHEIL……SIEGHEIL!!!" (Long live... Victory long live!!!)

  Xu Yang's mind went into a daze: This...this seems a bit inexplicable?