1932, Berlin's presidential palace.
The spacious presidential office was decorated with a few pieces of luxurious furniture, demonstrating the supreme power of the owner. The simple layout also had the unique efficiency of a soldier.
"At present, the votes of the National Society Party have already become the second place. Do you think Adolf will win the election of the prime minister?”
Franz Baben, who was sitting on a spacious leather sofa in a suit, respectfully asked the old Marshal Hindeburg, who was covered in medals.
"Although that's what you say, the Prime Minister's fate is still in the hands of me, the Weimar President.”
Hindeburg slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip.
For this serious man in front of him, Hindeburg had always wanted to appoint him as the new prime minister, and the current situation seemed to be a little unexpected. The sudden rise of the Nazians surprised him.
"Mr. President, Adolf is here.”
At this moment, a guard from the presidential palace came in and reported.
"Well, that's all for today, Mr. President.”When Baben heard that Adolf had arrived, he quickly stood up and greeted Hindeburg before walking out.
Hindeburg nodded, poured himself another cup of tea, and watched as the prime minister he had chosen left.
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From time to time, the guards opened the office door, and Adolf, dressed in formal attire, walked in. He deliberately used the footsteps of a trained Prussians soldier, and his steps were sonorous and powerful. He immediately attracted Hindeburg's attention, and he had to look up at him.
"Marshal!"
Adolf walked up to Hindeburg, stood at attention, and gave a standard military salute.
" Yes, please sit, Adolf."
Although this strange action somewhat surprised him, Hindeburg was an old fox after all. He did not show any surprise on his face.
"Yes." Adolf sat across from Hindeburg.
"Why are you greeting me in this way?”
Hindeburg raised his hand to signal Adolf to drink some tea.
Adolf smiled politely and said,""I'm a corporal, and you're a marshal. Naturally, a corporal has to salute the marshal.”
"Haha." Hindeburg smiled when he heard this, but in his heart, he completely thought that this Austrian nouveau riche was just a moustache that made people happy.
"But, the empire we once served is no longer here. We have failed. It is now the time of the Republic, and you no longer serve the army, right?”
Hindeburg skillfully threw out this topic to test the ability of this moustache.
"Once a soldier, always a soldier. Although the Empire is no longer around, I feel that the soldiers of Germany are not fighting for Emperor William, but for our people, right?”
Adolf said," Otherwise, you wouldn't have stood up to command this country at a time when you could have succeeded and retreated, right?”
"Yes." Hindeburg nodded and smiled with satisfaction.
This sentence hit the nail on the head. Although he still yearned for power in his later years, as an old marshal who had fought countless wars to conquer the territory of Germany, his loyalty to Germany would never change.
"Adolf, there aren't many people who still have the blood of a soldier flowing in their veins.”
Hindeburg praised. He didn't expect the corporal to have such a realization. This stemmed from his unwavering determination to the spirit of the Prussians 'soldiers, so he didn't consider that he was faking it.
"Mr. President, you and I are both soldiers. Our goal is to make Germany strong. However, as soldiers, we can only use our own methods, even though we didn't succeed.”
As soon as Adolf saw that Hindeburg had let down his guard, he immediately began to stir up Hindeburg's emotions and let things get into his rhythm as soon as possible.
"Sigh! Yes, we all failed in the end!”
When it came to the failure of the First World War, as the Chief of Staff at that time, Hindeburg was annoyed and could not help but complain.
"So, Adolf, where do you think we failed?”
Suddenly, the eyes of Hindeburg, who was already immersed in emotions, lit up.
This sudden counterattack didn't surprise Xiao Rui, because this was exactly what he had expected. It was obvious that Hindeburg had been led by him, and now he had to go with the flow.
"The defeat is not our army's fault, Mr. President.”Adolf crossed his legs and said," The strength of the Imperial Army is world-class. The battles in the past two years have proved that Germany has the best soldiers and artillery. Some people attribute the failure to the failure of the Schlieffen Plan, but I don't think so.”
"Oh? Wasn't it the mistake of the former General Staff in reducing the number of right-wing armies on the Western Front that led to our defeat at the Marne?”
Hindeburg did not expect him to say anything other than the Schlieffen Plan, and he could not help but be interested.
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