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Berlin
The First Division Headquarters Drill Ground
Otto Strasser, who had just arrived at the military camp in a truck, felt a bit pained. He had received a telegram from his brother today, instructing him to personally lead a team to retrieve a significant amount of gold stored in the National Socialist Party's warehouse and transport it to the outskirts of Berlin.
When the secretary of the Berlin Party branch handed him the telegram, Otto read its contents and initially thought it was a scam targeting the National Socialist German Workers' Party. However, the signature at the end of the telegram confirmed that it was indeed an order from his brother.
The two brothers had a special telegram communication method; if it were an order from Strasser himself, he would sign it as Gregor Strasser, but if it were not, it would simply be signed as Gregor Strasser.
Since this telegram was sent personally by Strasser, it had to be executed. Otto briefly thought that his brother must have been kidnapped to require such a large sum of money. He hurriedly found Coy and exaggeratedly shared his assumptions with him, of course omitting the background details.
The carefree former soldier of the German Empire immediately summoned the on-duty vanguard members at the National Socialist Party headquarters. After quickly arming themselves, they jumped onto trucks and set off for the designated location in a flurry of activity. When they anxiously arrived at their destination, they found what appeared to be a military camp. Coy was somewhat puzzled, thinking that German soldiers should not have stooped to the level of kidnapping. He suggested going in to negotiate. However, Otto couldn't wait any longer. He rushed into the camp with a pistol in hand, as the gatekeeper, Sergeant Jürgen, was absent and no one came out to relieve him, making it easy for Otto to enter the camp.
"I'm here to save you, big brother!"
Otto waved his pistol and rushed into the first building he saw. When he entered the room, he saw a group of guards from Germany The First Infantry Division who were repairing their weapons and equipment. They were responsible for guarding the arsenal. These troops could be considered the elite of The First Division. Not only were their weapons relatively complete, but they also completed their training on time.
Otto took a look at his pitiful little pistol and then at the guards' Mauser 98K and MG13 general-purpose machine guns. He asked with a wry smile,
"If I said I walked into the wrong room, would you believe me?"
A tall, well-built soldier with the rank of Platoon Leader stepped forward from the guard lineup.
"I can't even remember the last time someone trespassed into The First Division camp. You say you got lost, I believe you, I believe you very much."
"That's good then, I won't disturb you. I'll take my leave." Otto said, chuckling dryly as he tried to make a quick exit. However, as he turned around, he found the room's door blocked by two expressionless guards. Otto was instantly caught in a dilemma, sweating profusely. Behind him, he heard the faint voice of Platoon Leader.
"You can't leave."
...
On the drill ground, Strasser and Brigadier Michael awkwardly listened to the report from the Platoon Leader. Strasser couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that his brother had created such a huge blunder.
"Cough, cough, you did well. You can leave now." Michael signaled to the Platoon Leader that he could quickly exit to avoid any awkwardness among those present. He had already noticed Strasser scratching out the foundation for a two-bedroom apartment on the floor with his foot.
"Otto, you also did quite... well. You can go back too, the sooner the better." Strasser struggled to maintain his expression and then gestured for Otto to hurry up and leave.
However, Otto looked at the large box of gold that Coy had just brought over and felt a pang in his heart. This was a quarter of their reserve gold, and they were going to have to spend it all today.
"Brother, this money..."
Otto originally wanted to say something more, but after seeing the murderous intent almost overflowing from Strasser's eyes, he decisively chose to flee the battlefield.
Clearly, the allure of money was immense, not only for Otto but also for the soldiers of Germany's First Infantry Division, especially given that they were already owed their military pay.
Soon, the drill ground in front of Strasser's podium was crowded with soldiers eagerly waiting to receive their pay. A quick count by Rommel's men revealed that there were about ten thousand of them.
"Goodness, I thought this division was already understrength. There are only six thousand in the camp, but it turns out there are nearly a brigade's worth of troops out on part-time duty," Strasser remarked with some sentiment. Although the General Staff of the Army, led by Seeckt, placed great importance on the construction of the National Defense Forces, they were hampered by a lack of funds. Without money, even the most skilled can do little; they could only defer the soldiers' pay for now.
On the drill ground, in the dense formation, Sergeant Jürgen was quietly asking Ralph, "How much do you think we can get this time?"
"I don't know. Anyway, given the German government's stingy budget, it would be good enough if they could pay back the wages they owe us. Even if it's paid in Marks, that would show some conscience from those army guys," Ralph didn't have much hope.
"Cough, cough!"
Seeing that the crowd had gathered, Strasser knew it was time for him to make his appearance. He cleared his throat and walked to the podium at the front of the drill ground. Facing the sea of people in the square, he spoke in his deep, slightly hoarse voice, delivering his first words to all the officers and soldiers of the First Division:
"Soldiers of Germany's First Infantry Division, you have been deceived!"
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