Chapter 12 SIEG HEIL!!!!! (1)

  Xu Yang really didn't know things would develop like this, he looked at the crowd and opened his mouth a few times, unable to think of what he should say. All of this was too unexpected, and also, the song that the vanguard team sang seemed a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before?

  Wolf-Martin Heinrich, graduated from the Dresden Infantry School, was cut off during the disarmament period and later joined the Stormtroopers due to life pressure. Currently serving as the leader of a small squad in the Stormtroopers, he is a supporter of the Stak family, and thanks to the generosity of the Junker nobles, his sister can find work on the Stak farm.

  Heinrich is a grateful person, this 27-year-old man excitedly walked out of the team and came to Xu Yang's front, using his whole body strength to perform a military salute (absolutely not a hand-raising ceremony), "Your Excellency! Wolf-Martin-Heinrich pays respects to Your Excellency!"

  The squad's formation was fairly neat, looking like they had received some training. They raised their right arms forward at a 45-degree angle, with their fingers closed and pointing forward, shouting in unison: "Salute to your honor!"

  The crowd had no prior organization, they could only shout: "SIEG-HEIL!!!" to express their excited emotions.

  Xu Yang's companions looked at him with a little envy, perhaps in Munich there was no family that could rival the Starker family, this prestige was enough to make the envious go crazy. There is a saying "people are blind followers", this also includes easily excited young people, these boys wearing national defense military uniforms, in order to show their uniqueness, they returned a more powerful and standard national defense military salute.

  They think their image is even more impressive now.

  Xu Yang didn't know how to express the joy in his heart. Judging from these people's performance, Harl had done a great job and had already grasped people's hearts, which would be beneficial for having more chips in hand for future events.

  Xu Yang stretched out his hand to grasp Heinrich's extended hand, and he nodded slightly in response. This gesture was simply perfect, fully displaying the reserve and pride of a noble. Don't think that only humility is a virtue; in this rigid nation, you need to maintain a unique pride in order to gain others' respect.

  "Heinrich, you are... a retired national defense military...?" Xu Yang still saw for the first time that a small team leader of the stormtroopers was willing to salute the national defense military, this person named Wolf-Martin Heinrich was truly unique.

  Xu Yang had apparently touched a sore spot in Heinrich's heart, and he looked somewhat melancholic. "Yes, sir! I was originally a member of the National Defense Army, holding the rank of junior lieutenant, but was forced to retire during the large-scale downsizing."

  "You can..." Xu Yang hinted with his eyes at the group of people standing still on the ground looking over here.

  Heinrich beckoned over a team member and whispered something in his ear, after which the crowd slowly dispersed, leaving only the torch-bearing stormtroopers.

  In the center of Marian Square, a small squad of stormtroopers stood at attention, quite eye-catching. However, passersby restrained themselves from approaching, not because they were afraid, but seemingly everyone knew that Xu Yang and his companions were there, so to avoid affecting the "adults'" interest, everyone kindly kept their distance.

  "What a pity." Xu Yang walked slowly, as if the Marienplatz had already become his own backyard. "Heinrich, I believe you can still fight for Germany again."

  Heinrich seems to have misunderstood, "Sir? You... you want to recommend me to the Defense Force? Really? I can hardly believe that you would do this for someone as insignificant as myself..." He was so excited that he couldn't even get his words out.

  Xu Yang furrowed his brow, what made him most unhappy was that others misunderstood the meaning of his words. "No, I don't have that ability."

  Heinrich's whole body trembled when he heard the word "no", his disappointed mood was beyond words.

  Xu Yang furrowed his brow, "You seem to have misunderstood me." He glanced around at his companions, "We will all fight for the revival of Germany."

  "Yes, sir!" Heinrich seemed to understand a bit. Who knows what will happen in the future? For now, he was still just a small squad leader of the stormtroopers, and working towards Germany's resurgence with this identity wasn't anything shameful. He thought: "Maybe I've been too fixated."

  At this time, Hohenzollern took advantage of the pause between the two to come over. He had been observing the style of the Stormtrooper uniforms and concluded that the National Defense Army's military uniforms were more handsome. Those Stormtroopers looked like fools, almost being roasted by their own torches. Didn't they get tired holding those things?

  Holmes saluted with a special courtly bow before saying: "Your soldiers, why are they carrying torches in the daytime?"

  Xu Yang simply ignored this show-off and walked over to chat with his companions, leaving Heinrich standing there.

  Heinrich and Hohenzollern's conversation lacked the genuine respect, instead being more perfunctory. "Oh? The torch? That's just a tool for us to express our emotions. Passion, fervor, burning."

  Hohenstaufen felt too bored, he was a noble with royal blood after all! How could this poor little soldier not salute before answering his questions? He absolutely couldn't tolerate such a thing happening, so he pretended to be stern, "Soldier..."

  "Heinrich interrupted, 'It's Lieutenant Junior Grade.'"

  "Huh?" Hohensoelln exclaimed, "Sergeant of the small squad, why don't you salute?"

  "You're a squad leader! Do you understand? You're the leader of this small squad!" Heinrich tried to conceal his anger.

  Hohensohlen is a rough guy, "Attention! Got it? You need to salute before you can speak."

  Heinrich gave a curt bow, "Sir! We don't belong to the same system. If there's nothing else, may I finish my conversation with Lord Strack? Thank you for your understanding." He didn't use honorifics...

  ……

  "Is he? Does the leader know we're here? Of course, we wouldn't refuse his invitation. Let's go then?"

  Hitler acquired a three-story building on the Brienner Strasse, the Barlow Palace, as the party's national headquarters. It was a Gothic structure with grey-white granite exterior that looked very solemn, and a red Nazi flag hung at the entrance, always guarded by two armed stormtroopers in earth-yellow uniforms.

  A military truck stopped in front of the gate. The headquarters of the National Socialist Party was always bustling, with people crowded at the entrance, which was not arranged specifically for Xu Yang's arrival. At this stage, the National Socialist Party is vying for votes in the election, and leaders from all over the country come every day to report on specific situations and wait for funding and propaganda materials at the headquarters.

  What Xu Yang saw after getting off the bus was this scene, those National Socialist Party members with '卐' armbands on their right arms were going in and out, each person's face had a smile of impending victory, the stormtroopers wearing khaki uniforms were arranging for them to temporarily stay outside the gate and offering some drinks.

  The person welcoming the young cadets is Leon Foster, who rose to the high position of Stormtrooper Area Leader in just two short months. He looks flushed with excitement and is being extremely hospitable.

  "Heil——! (greeting, respect)" Leon Forster's raised hand seemed to always be taking aim, "Sir! The Führer is waiting for you."

  Lyon-Foster said 'you' instead of 'you all', Xu Yang's companions would be taken to visit the headquarters of the National Socialist Party by someone else.

  Xu Yang also found an opportunity to dispel the confusion, "Huh? When did you choose this way of paying respects? The word 'Heil' is really fitting."

  Lyon Foster said: "This was thought out by the Minister of Information, Han Fu-tang. We all think that this is the only way to bring out the greatness of the Leader (?). Do you think so?"

  Xu Yang's expression was a bit strange, 'Heil' should have appeared only after Hitler was granted German citizenship on February 26, 1932, but now it has come ahead of time, did something happen? He tentatively asked: "Oh? Has anything happened recently that is worth celebrating?"

  "Of course—" Leon Forster stopped in his tracks, saying excitedly: "William II has provided our party with 2 million marks in aid. The Führer is overjoyed and considers this a great breakthrough. The royal family's statement will bring us quite a few votes. In celebration of the Führer's impending victory, Hanfstaengl jumped up and shouted 'Heil Hitler!', we were too familiar with his actions."

  The two arrived in front of Hitler's office, Leon Fest said: "The Führer has instructed that you can enter directly without asking. Oh! Please don't speak, the Führer is reviewing important documents."

  This is a contradictory sentence. Xu Yang gently pushed open the door and walked in, he saw Hitler, despite being busy reviewing documents, had a smile on his face, looking very good.

  This is an office with exceptionally simple furnishings, not at all like the office of a well-funded party leader. Inside, there is only one set of office desk and chair placed directly opposite the door, and an old-fashioned sofa suite placed in the corner of the right-hand wall, which looks very dimly lit. The only ventilation window has no glass, but instead has an eagle with its wings spread out as if searching for prey, behind it a constantly rotating fan, on the front wall hangs an oil painting of a swastika pattern, apart from these there are no other decorations.

  Xu Yang walked quietly to the sofa and sat down. To say that Hitler was a strange person, his ideas were always different from others. Take the sofa Xu Yang was sitting on, for example. It was an old, unused sofa from the Strasser household, yet it had been moved to the National Socialist Party's headquarters to serve out its remaining years.

  Hitler did not have the habit of smoking, but Xu Yang saw that on the sofa set's imitation crystal stone table, the ashtray was filled with cigar and cigarette butts, and the air was also filled with a pungent smell of smoke.

  Xu Yang thought: "Someone just came by and stayed for a long time. It seems that the identity is not low, it's a noble cigar butt, who could it be?"

  ……

  Hitler finished signing the documents and stood up, his expression as if he had just discovered Xu Yang's arrival, making a surprised face: "My little friend, how long have you been here? Why didn't you notify me?"

  Xu Yang smiled and stood up, saying: "You are busy."

  Hitler frowned slightly, saying seriously: "No! Whatever I'm doing, you can talk to me at any time, this is the right I give you. Come... sit down, let's have a good chat about how you're doing."

  Xu Yang sat down and said, "Your Excellency, what makes you so happy?"

  Hitler called out to the secretary outside to bring in coffee, and with a tone full of warmth, he said: "My little friend, who treated you like this? Good heavens, what's wrong with your face?" He then reached out his hand to touch Xu Yang's face.

  Xu Yang felt a chill in his heart, hearing that... just hearing that the Stormtroopers liked to play with men, he was afraid that Lao Xi also had this hobby, and quickly and cleverly avoided him. "This is proof of becoming a soldier. You haven't told me yet, what good news made you so happy."

  "Ah? Very well, soldier." Hitler clasped his hands together. "You're aware that Wilhelm II provided me with 2 million marks in aid, aren't you? Can you tell me your thoughts on this?"

  Hitler said 'I' instead of 'Nazi Party', the implication is obvious.

  Xu Yang said, "This is a good thing, it can help you win the next election. Do you want to hear another aspect?" He paused and continued, "In fact, it's not as beautiful as you think. You have to be careful about threats from abroad, they are worried that William II will rise again, if they know you are dealing with William II, they will definitely suppress you."

  Hitler laughed, his laughter very sincere. "You really are the apostle sent by God to help me, even knowing the secrets of the transaction. My little friend, don't be afraid of foreign pressure, they can't defeat me who represents justice!" He swung his fist vigorously, "Let them gloat for now! One day, they will pay the price for what they are doing today!"