German Red Prince

To Thorne's surprise, his father added Dudman and a few others to the list of recommended candidates.

After returning, Thorne finally found the three brothers, who had explored all over Berlin these past few days.

"You guys pack your things and come to school with me tomorrow," Thorne said.

"Enroll? Where to?" The group asked, puzzled.

"If we go to the Berlin Military Academy, it will be a long time before we can go home."

"Go to the Berlin Military Academy?" The three men's eyes widened. The prestige of such a high-level military academy meant that graduates would have a bright future. They felt they had accumulated eight hundred years of good fortune.

"Thank you, Your Highness Thorne!" Thomas reacted quickly and immediately expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you, Your Highness Thorne," the other two replied immediately.

"Don't thank me, it was my father who recommended him. You should go and thank him instead," Thorne said with a wry smile to the three men.

"Thank you, Prince Otto!" the three replied in unison once again.

During its long history of teaching, the Berlin Military Academy produced a number of prominent figures, including Clausewitz, the father of Western military theory; Moltke the Elder, the founder of the basic theory of Blitzkrieg; Schlieffen, the architect of the Schlieffen Plan; and Ludendorff, the founder of the theory of total war. These individuals made significant contributions to German history and sparked a revolution in military theory at the time.

The military academy was fully equipped with teaching facilities, including ammunition depots. However, life there was very monotonous, consisting of nothing but physical training and military theory classes every day.

"How boring!" Thorne collapsed as soon as he got to his dorm. The daily physical training and theoretical studies had left him physically and mentally exhausted.

“This is like a prison!” Thorne jumped up and paced around the dormitory.

"Hey, Fred, can you tolerate this?"

Fred had just lain down and stretched his legs. “Your Highness, it is an honor for an ordinary soldier to study at the Berlin Military Academy.” He was usually very carefree, but now he seemed very serious.

Indeed, for an ordinary soldier to be able to study here is like a high school student who barely meets the undergraduate admission requirements being offered a place by Peking University or Tsinghua University.

"Alright." Thorne gave in and prepared to go to bed. If he couldn't even endure this little bit of hardship after transmigrating, then he wouldn't achieve anything.

"beep--"

A sharp whistle sounded.

"Emergency assembly!" Thomas jumped out of bed.

The students hurriedly gathered and stood in the open space in front of the dormitory.

"Five minutes, very good." Instructor Mori glanced at the pocket watch in his hand.

"Tomorrow is Imperial Victory Day, you'll have a long holiday..."

Thorne jumped up before he could finish speaking, and Instructor Mori glared at him.

"Of course, you won't rest for nothing. Now run five kilometers, hurry up!"

“This…this damn Mori…” Thorne cursed, panting heavily. This guy was actually chasing after them on his bike.

He then struck a slow-moving student with a stick, who was leisurely walking towards him.

Thorne was startled, took a deep breath, and sprinted forward, crossing the finish line.

"I'll definitely give him a good spanking someday," Thorne said, lying on the ground, panting heavily.

The next day, Thorne escaped from the school at dawn and ran to his residence.

"Butler Hamo, have you found the person I asked you to find?" Thorne was still thinking about his fried chicken business.

“His Highness has been found; he is still in Berlin,” Hammer replied.

Thorne didn't waste any time; after getting the address, he hurried back.

"Are you Himmler?"

Thorne's voice rose three octaves because he was so shocked.

Himmler looked at Thorne with some confusion.

"Yes, I am Himmler, sir."

Himmler is now in his early twenties, only a few years older than Thorne.

Thorne calmed himself down. The Himmler in this world was not the terrifying, deranged killer he remembered, but an idealistic young man from the Empire.

Himmler explained the advantages of his chickens to Thorne while outlining his vision for the future.

"Agriculture is the foundation of the nation, sir!" Himmler stood up and waved his hands.

Guns and warships are superficial, mere appearances. The true strength of a nation lies not in its military might, but in the spirit of its citizens.

Only by filling the stomachs of every person in the empire can the empire exist for a thousand years.

"I want to open chicken farms all over Germany in the future, breeding the highest quality chicks so that every German can eat the finest chicken!"

Thorne gazed at Himmler, lost in his own world, this young man who harbored the ambition to save the nation by raising chickens. It seemed he still had a touch of madness, but it was in the right place.

“Very well, Mr. Himmler, then we can continue this cooperation in the long term,” Thorne said, extending his hand.

“Thank you, sir. May I ask your name?” Himmler stepped forward and asked.

"My name is Carl. I will probably need your help soon. I wish us a pleasant working relationship."

“No problem, I’ll prepare as soon as possible. It’s a pleasure working with you.” Himmler shook Thorne’s hand.

After saying goodbye to Himmler, Thorne went to Adolf's beer hall to look for a location for his fried chicken shop.

"Hello, Mr. Adolf," Thorne greeted as soon as he opened the door.

"Hello, sir," Adolf greeted him with a smile.

It was still early, and the tavern had just opened. After ordering a beer, Thorne started a conversation.

"Mr. Adolf, what are your thoughts on eating meat?" Thorne voiced his concerns, unsure whether the mustachioed man in this timeline was a vegetarian.

"Do you eat meat?" Adolf paused for a moment. "Meat can provide a lot of calories. Back when I was a messenger, a bowl of meat soup was enough to keep me going from a dangerous war zone to the finish line."

Seeing that he seemed normal, Thorne said, "Mr. Adolf, I would like to cooperate with you."

"cooperate?"

..........

Thorne left the tavern, and after much deliberation, Adolf finally agreed to the proposal.

"Comfortable." Thorne stretched, preparing to bring out his three-piece set from his timeline: hamburger, fried chicken, and soda.

“Thomas.” Thorne patted him on the shoulder; the guy hadn’t left the college library since the holidays started.

"Stop looking, I'll take you out to play." He had already pulled Fred along, and wanted to bring Thomas along as well.

"Wait a moment, Your Highness..."

Before Thomas could finish speaking, Thorne dragged him out.

"Hey, you bookworm, I'm taking you somewhere." At this moment, Dudman appeared out of nowhere and tried to pull Thomas away.

"His Highness Thorne is here too." Dudman said with a delighted expression, pulling Thorne along as well.

"It really is this." Thorne looked at the large sign.

After renovations, Hitler's pub has been transformed into a fast-food restaurant.

"KFC?" Thomas looked at the KFC sign in front of the door with some confusion.

The Colonel Sanders statue in front of the store was drawn by Adolf based on Thorne's impression of it, but to satisfy his perverse tastes, it looks a lot like a tout.

The house had been expanded and was much larger, now filled with guests, mostly workers who had just finished their shifts. They enjoyed the affordable yet high-calorie food.

"Would you like an iced soda? It's on me," Dudman said generously, patting his chest.

"Something's definitely up to no good," Thorne thought. Dudman was being way too enthusiastic; something was definitely not right.

“Hi, Mr. Dudman, Mr. Carl is here too.” Thorne looked in the direction of the voice. “Hello, Hannah.” Thorne waved.

"You know each other? And what about Carl?" Dudman scratched his head.

“Yes, this is Mr. Carl.” Hannah patted Dudman’s arm. “You two know each other?”

“Yes, this is…” Dudman pointed to Thorne, about to explain.

"Ahem, Dudman, weren't you going to treat us?" Thorne interrupted him, not wanting to reveal his identity too soon.

Dudman saw Thorne blink and understood.

“Four bottles of soda, four hamburgers, and four servings of fried chicken.” Dudman smiled. “Are you busy? I’ll come help you.” He followed Hannah around eagerly; it was clear the two had become quite familiar with each other.

"Looks like our Dudman has fallen in love," Thorne said with a wicked grin to Thomas and Fred.

“Look at him,” Fred exaggeratedly mimicked Dudman’s expression, playfully repeating his words, “Aren’t you busy? I’ll come help you. Look at the way he’s acting.” This made Thomas laugh as well.

“Mr. Carl,” Miller greeted Thorne.

"How are you doing?" Thorne asked, having invited the Miller family to work at the fast food restaurant after its renovation.

“Very good.” Miller smiled. “Business is good here; many workers come here to eat.”

"How's that boss who owes the workers their wages doing?" Thorne asked again.

“Him?” Miller shrugged. “He sold the factory and disappeared. And with Mr. Goebbels here, the bosses don’t dare delay paying wages anymore.”

"Pfft." Thorne spat out a mouthful of water.

"Go...Goebbels? Is it Paul Joseph Goebbels?"

“How did you know? Sir, you have excellent connections.” Miller was somewhat surprised. “Mr. Goebbels is a professor. He comes here regularly to give lectures, teaching workers how to protect their rights. He also organizes them to put pressure on the factory manager.”

Miller admired Goebbels somewhat. "He's hated by some of the factory managers here, but every worker respects him."

Thorne was a little dizzy. Goodness, he was only missing Mayer to complete the set.

In this timeline, Adolf is running a tavern and hasn't abandoned his artistic pursuits, Himmler is raising chickens, Goebbels is teaching workers, and we all have a bright future.

"Hey haha, here comes the soda." Dudman walked over with a plate.

"Let me tell you, if I could down a bottle of Fanta on the battlefield, I could immediately get up and charge into battle." After opening the bottle for everyone, Dudman held it up high.

"cheers."

"Cheers!" Everyone raised their glasses together.

Chapter Seven Goebbels

Goebbels stood in front of the mirror, his thin frame draped in a trench coat. He tidied his hair, put on a hat, and, carrying his briefcase, pushed open the door.

"call."

On the street, Goebbels sighed. He suffered from osteomyelitis, which made walking quite difficult. This had led to a childhood filled with bullying and also directly prevented him from serving in the military, a great disgrace for a German with a strong sense of honor.

But he didn't succumb to despair; instead, he studied even harder. While pursuing philosophy and history at university, influenced by his mentor, Professor Friedrich Gulf, he was introduced to Marxism. From then on, a new door opened in his world.

Goebbels began to understand. He finally figured out some questions that had troubled him for a long time.

Why did the fair society he hoped for not materialize after the war victory? Why did it seem that the people at the bottom of society gained nothing but victory?

He understood the essence of this war, a victory won at the cost of countless ordinary lives. He understood for whom it was won and what he had to do.

The essence of this war was a war jointly provoked by the ruling class.

War is a continuation of politics; this is an imperialist war waged to protect the economic and political interests of a class. Their motives for war are the struggle for colonies and plunder.

He knew he had to do the right thing.

He decided to dedicate his life to the cause of communism.

Goebbels walked down the street, and on the bustling streets of Berlin, you could still see quite a few homeless people, who were driven to remote corners for fear of damaging the image of the empire.

Many of them are disabled veterans who participated in the war, yet they still cannot escape the fate of becoming homeless.

As the red sign drew closer, Goebbels knew he was approaching his destination. A fast-food restaurant had recently opened in the area, attracting many workers, so he didn't need to waste time visiting each worker individually; he could simply come here and solve many people's problems.

"Hello, Mr. Goebbels." Someone greeted him as soon as he opened the door.

Thorne looked at him with great curiosity. He was clearly a lean and capable man, full of energy.

“Mr. Adolf, what do you think of this man?” Thorne asked Adolf, who was wiping glasses at the counter.

"He's quite good. His speech was very engaging, and he really helped a lot of people in need." Adolf was clearly very satisfied with the man.

"Your speech is so captivating that you have no idea how terrifying it can be." In his time and space, even though that demon had been dead for more than half a century, his speeches could still sway many people.