Bismarck

Halder continued to speak in a serious tone, his words full of the arrogance and stubbornness that were unique to Prussian Junker officers.

"Eliminate? How do you eliminate the Russians? Just push forward on the front line?"

Hitler was so angry that his mouth was dry and he felt like he was about to explode.

"Push forward on the front line? That would be the safest approach at least in the first phase of this campaign, even if our losses are greater. Of course, Führer, I think your order to change the focus of the A and B armies on the Moscow front to a breakthrough and encircle Moscow is still meaningful. This idea is indeed more in line with military principles... As the Chief of the General Staff, I do agree to modify the combat deployment in Moscow according to your opinion, but beyond that, please don't cause trouble to the General Staff and the front-line troops in Saratov..."

As the stubborn Halder spoke, he adjusted his glasses and glanced at Hitler.

However, he didn't know that it was this sentence and this look that completely angered Hitler...

"The consumption in the battle of Saratov is a waste, but the consumption in the front-line push can be tolerated? Halder, you are talking nonsense!"

Moreover, he even felt that Halder, who just now claimed to be the Chief of the General Staff, was "talking nonsense" and looking at him with his eyes held up, with a certain contempt in his eyes - the meaning was very obvious: it was the contempt of a military leader for a corporal!

Such a look...

Hitler's thoughts instantly went back to ten years ago!

August 1932…it was a turbulent time in German politics!

Although the party was the largest in parliament during the election, Hindenburg, then president of the Weimar Republic, asked them to "work honestly under the chancellor I appoint, don't stir up trouble, and don't think that you have a lot of votes and want to become the chancellor!"

The foolish old man who was once glorious and had made great military achievements, but in fact had repeatedly condoned the military officers and Jewish financial tycoons to wantonly corrupt the foundation of the country, looked at him with the same eyes!

What Hitler still remembered was that at that time, Germany was full of social contradictions and the government's authority was shaky. But at that time, including President Hindenburg, the Prime Minister Papen he appointed, and General Schleicher, the politician leader of the officer corps, these politicians were fighting for power, political balance, votes and factional conflicts all day long, making a mess! Although he had the support rate of the largest party in parliament, and also had a united and united party, even the cadre team that was enough to take over the country was completely trained by him... However, even though he had done so many things in a down-to-earth manner and was full of enthusiasm to revive the country, the old marshal of "noble" origin did not trust him at all, "a guy who was not even an officer and started his career by making trouble on the streets"!

Hindenburg even said to himself at that time: "I am the president! I have the right to use violence to 'maintain order'! You must work in Papen's cabinet. At most, I will let you bring someone else to join the cabinet, which means giving you one more minister in the Nazi Party..."

And what was the actual result? He revived the country in just a few years! He retrained thousands of workers, restored industry, and guaranteed people's livelihood!

And what about these Junkers? If they had not taken various drastic measures after coming to power, how many more years would they have trapped the German nation in the Weimar Republic, where they had to cede territory and pay indemnities to foreign countries and fight among politicians at home? Even so, they felt so at ease!

Do you really think that just because there is a "Feng" in front of your name, you have the final say in this country?

Hitler was filled with rage when he thought of the past. The half-lifted teacup was slammed hard on the table, and the hoarse Hitler finally exploded...

"Halder! Who do you think you are? Do you think you can fight after studying in a military academy for a few years? ... The Russian Ural Industrial Zone is 1,500 kilometers deep! And you only saw Moscow! Based on those ridiculous words you just said, are they what you learned in the military academy? You don't even have the most basic sense of the overall situation. With your limited vision, you still call me Chief of the General Staff? I am the Führer! I am the Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces of the Greater German Reich!"

With a sudden and hoarse roar, Hitler finally exploded...

Trash! It's all trash!

However, his roar did not subdue the officers, but only earned them more resistant expressions.

The head of state did not notice at this moment that in a corner of the conference room where no one could see, several pairs of cold eyes were staring at each other frequently, as if they were discussing some conspiracy...

Chapter 755: Claus von Stauffenberg

The man with the mustache and the officers engaged in a heated debate that lasted the entire day until sunset.

In the end, by banging the table and roaring, the mustache guy forced through the adjusted action plan for the second phase of the "Typhon Plan", and then the officers said they would "accept it humbly and refuse to change" and left.

The meeting room finally became quiet until the officers left in groups of two or three.

Looking at the empty conference room, Hitler, who was full of anger but had nowhere to vent, continued to curse for a long time. Finally, when he was tired of cursing, he sat down on the seat. Only then did he remember that he had a meeting to attend to assign scientific research work.

"Really... Can't you let me worry less..."

Touching his hungry stomach and thinking about the quarrels that had been going on all day, the man with a mustache felt even more unhappy.

"Someone, call the people from the Military Industry and Scientific Research Coordination Committee over to continue the meeting. Oh, and ask the kitchen to bring me a basket of bread! I'm starving..."

He was so hungry that he weakly yelled at the guard outside the door. He always felt that he had a fight to make. The mustache touched his stomach that was on strike. Looking at his trembling limbs, he felt dizzy from the fight and hunger. He always felt that his body would die sooner or later...

and……

The basket of bread that I want is not just for myself.

After all, the people in the second meeting probably didn’t eat either…

The middle-aged artistic man with a delicate moustache curled up in the middle of the chair, thinking silently.

And he smacked his lips.

Emmmmmm…After all, the Führer will not die of hunger!

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Downstairs in the conference room, Bismarck was sitting on the sofa downstairs with his captain and others, waiting for the meeting.

Bismarck was getting so impatient waiting that he felt more and more restless the longer he sat.

After all, the original plan was to finish the meeting in the morning, but now it has been delayed until dinner time...

But no matter how hungry you are, you have to wait.

After all, no one knew when the meeting would end, so everyone could only wait here and starve.

Although a Persian cat was not included in this list, she even dared to release her perception secretly when she had nothing to do, and watched a live version of "The True Führer's Roar".

only……

The more he listened, the angrier Bismarck became with Halder and his gang.

Although she had no interest in military affairs except for mobile games, she had been a secretary for so many years and was no longer a fool. Even though she was not interested in the Soviet Army's grand strategy, she could understand that the quarrel was entirely caused by the unreasonable behavior of the Chief of the General Staff named Halder.

At least, because you, General Halder, insisted on being stubborn here, neither I nor the captain have had any food yet.

Bismarck, who was annoyed by the noisy atmosphere in the conference room, withdrew her ears and pulled the captain's sleeve in annoyance:

"Captain, I think it will take a while to open the door inside. Are you hungry? Do you want me to buy you something to eat?"

Lütjens, whose sleeve was pulled, still sat upright, but looked at his secretary cat with some helplessness.

"You can't control your ears again..."

The captain spoke in a low voice, trying not to be heard - are you kidding? This is the Chancellery of the Third Reich! Although neither he nor his cat would gossip about eavesdropping on the Chancellery, if someone heard it, the consequences would not be as simple as a visit to the gendarmerie...

"Uh... hehehe..." Bismarck was stunned, his ears paused slightly, and then his face puffed up like a conditioned reflex, his teeth bared, he touched the back of his head and began to smile foolishly as usual after doing something bad.

"There's really nothing I can do against you."

The captain frowned, but he couldn't resist the adorable look of his secretary pretending to be a good cat, so he had to resign himself to turning his head away and not looking at her.

I always feel that with such a Persian cat, I will be killed by her curiosity sooner or later...

Seeing his captain turning away helplessly, Bismarck, knowing that he had succeeded in being cute, secretly made a V sign to himself with a little pride. However, thinking about the fact that he and his captain had not eaten anything from noon to afternoon, Bismarck continued to pull the captain's sleeve:

"Well, Captain, do you want me to get some food?"

"Forget it, don't go. I'm fine, just bear with it." Lütjens touched his stomach and found it was indeed hungry, but after thinking about it, Lütjens shook his head helplessly.

Bismarck's ears drooped a little, but she knew why the captain said that - after all, this was the Chancellery, and the rules of officialdom were here. The meeting hadn't started yet, and no one dared to eat unless the mustache said it was time to eat.

After all, the rules of officialdom are the same in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad. Although, Bismarck still always felt that these official rules were a bit annoying...

But the most hateful person is probably the general named Halder in the conference room! Not only did he make trouble, but he also made me and my captain starve here...

Although his rank was the same as his own captain, both were admirals, but Bismarck really didn't have a good look at him! If this was not the Chancellery but her real body, this Admiral Halder would have to come in straight and roll out!

"Yeah! Don't ever come onto my boat!"

A Persian cat full of resentment began to silently take out a small notebook and started to hold a grudge in his heart.

but……

Before long, the sound of continuous footsteps and bustling discussions could be heard from upstairs.

It looks like the meeting is over.

Dozens of senior officers walked down the stairs, and Bismarck also picked up a thick stack of work reports and followed her captain, planning to go upstairs for a meeting. But just as she was about to walk up the stairs, she and the captain saw a familiar face...

"Eh? General Lütjens?"

When a one-eyed colonel saw Lütjens holding a briefcase and Bismarck holding a stack of reports, his eyes suddenly lit up and he came over on his own initiative.

Bismarck and Lütjens, who were greeted, looked at the person opposite them in a daze - and it seemed that when the other party saluted them, he was missing two fingers on his right hand.

"Klaus (von Stauffenberg)? What happened to your eyes... and your hands...?"

"Well, don't mention it. We were bombed by the British..." Stauffenberg shook his head lightly, and looked at the golden Iron Cross medal hanging on Lütjens' collar with some excitement. He said excitedly: "General, this is the Golden Knight's Medal, right? You are a hero of Germany. As a junior, we still admire you very much!"

"Haha, those are just empty reputations." Lütjens looked somewhat happy when he heard Stauffenberg say that.

Although one is in the navy and the other in the army, they are juniors who have met each other several times. Besides, what else can Lütjens say after being flattered? Besides, he deserves the Golden Knight Medal. After all, he has been with his secretary through life and death for so many years, and all his military exploits were earned with one shot and one cannon.

However, Bismarck, who was standing behind the captain, holding a large stack of reports, suddenly looked a little unhappy.

It’s not that he was too angry, but Bismarck didn’t know how to face him.

Claus did serve Lütjens before, and Lütjens treated him well. And a few years ago, seeing Claus's attitude towards the Jews, Bismarck still had a good impression of him. After all, he was a Wehrmacht officer with a sense of justice.

But one day later, Bismarck, who was bored, recalled the movie he had watched before, and suddenly remembered who this Klaus was... Suddenly, the whole ship was in trouble.

Colonel Marquis Claus von Stauffenberg, born into the largest Catholic hereditary noble family in southern Germany, the killer who assassinated the mustache in the 720 incident in history - others may not know you, but decades later, after watching the movie starring you shot by Tom Cruise, how can we not know who you are...

When she thought about the possibility that this former subordinate of Lütjens might - or would definitely - take part in the assassination of the little mustache man in the future, she suddenly didn't know what to say.

As a "descendant", Bismarck knew very well what kind of moral integrity these officers had... Especially the movie "Voltage" with you as the protagonist has a historical tidbit - Tom Cruise, who played Stauffenberg at the time, visited Stauffenberg's son in order to "get material". But when the elderly Stauffenberg heard that Tom Cruise came to ask for advice to play his father, his first reaction was to kick Tom Cruise out! Then he said, "Don't mention that traitor in front of me!"

Someone who is regarded as a traitor by his own son decades later, emmmm.

Seeing that the captain and Stauffenberg seemed to be having a good conversation, Bismarck could not help himself.

Perhaps she shouldn't show her personal likes and dislikes. She also has mixed feelings about the mustache. The two factions...

How should I put it? It's better not to let the captain have too much contact with him, otherwise he will be implicated...

Pursing her lips, she gently touched her captain with her arm.

"Captain, a meeting is about to begin."

"Eh? Well, sorry, I have to go upstairs to the meeting. Klaus, see you next time." The captain, who was reminded of the meeting by his secretary cat, could only smile apologetically.

"Meeting? It seems a bit regrettable... Well then, General Lütjens, see you next time."

The other party was about to go upstairs for a meeting, so Stauffenberg had no choice but to say goodbye to the admiral in front of him with some regret and business politeness.

The crowd had dispersed, and the corridor that had been crowded with people just now seemed a little empty. Watching Lütjens and his secretary go upstairs for a meeting, Stauffenberg shook his head in self-mockery.

"Looks like... forget it... I still have to go find General Halder. Before I came here, General Baker told me that I must invite him to attend the 'Salon Dinner Tonight'..."

With a dashing turn full of the style of the Junkers and Christian hereditary aristocrats, Stauffenberg walked quickly towards the parking lot.

Above his head, Bismarck, with a resentful look on his face, came up to the captain and whispered in his ear, "Captain, I think we should stay away from Klaus in the future."

Lütjens was a little puzzled.

"This man..." Bismarck was about to tell him about those Junkers' affairs, but suddenly remembered that he had no substantial evidence.

Besides, talking about assassination is too shocking.

But even so, Bismarck, somewhat unwillingly, said: "This person is being too attentive for no reason. I always feel that there is something wrong..."

"Really?" Hearing his secretary cat say this, Lütjens thought about it but couldn't figure out anything.

After all, he was my subordinate before.

Even he was puzzled. For some reason, Bismarck seemed to have suddenly developed an opinion about Klaus...

I always feel it's a little bit confusing.

but……

"I don't know why, but since Bismarck doesn't like Klaus... let it go."

Shaking his head, Lütjens finally decided to respect the attitude of his secretary cat.

Anyway, whether it is the Navy or the Kaiser Wilhelm Society, their relationship with the Army (ma) is just a nodding acquaintance.

That’s all…

How can a navy admiral like me design a tank?

"Then, it's settled: the coordination of scientific research progress will be carried out in the form of a joint meeting - the research director of the Kaiser Wilhelm Society will be responsible for it, and it will be held once a month. After each meeting, the integrated research progress of the month must be reported to me. Other related progress must also be actively contacted with Speer's industrial department to transform technology into production capacity as soon as possible - in addition, the test of our 50-ton main battle tank must be completed before the end of September - this is related to the coordination of scientific research progress, so it will also be coordinated by the research director of the Kaiser Wilhelm Society and discussed at the meeting... Any other opinions? If not, then adjourn the meeting!"

With the man with a mustache making the final decision, the meeting, which lasted just over an hour, ended so smoothly.

Bismarck, who had just secretly overheard the roar of the mustache man and Halder for a whole afternoon in a meeting, was completely confused.

Shouldn't I continue to roar? Why is it so smooth this time?

Or should we say that if something goes wrong, then someone is definitely trying to do something on purpose?