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Berlin
Falkenhausen Hall
As Rom smirked and pulled the trigger, Baron Dezhi fell to the ground.
This immediately caused a riot at the scene, and many members of the Northern School pulled out their pistols in an attempt to defend themselves. However, Rom's stormtroopers did not give them the chance. These fierce stormtroopers occupied the high ground at the scene and launched an attack on them. Soon, the Northern School's members were completely defeated, leaving behind only a chaotic scene.
This bloody scene might be extremely terrifying for an ordinary person. However, for Adolf Hitler, the more miserable his enemies were, the more at ease he felt. Hitler let out a long sigh; the gloom of the past two years was swept away. He had finally defeated his greatest rival within the party and could now begin to realize his grand ambitions.
He has already planned the next steps.
He eliminated the leadership of the Northern School at Falkenhausen Hall, and under the guidance of Goebbels, Himmler then raided the stronghold of the Northern School.
After suffering two heavy blows, the Northern School is no longer viable, and The Southern School, led by Hitler, has completely taken control of the Nazi Party.
They not only control the internal affairs of the party, but also have the ability to absorb the seats of the Northern School in Congress.
According to information obtained by Hitler from Goebbels, the seats of the Northern School actually include the seats of The German People's Party and the Nationalist Party, adding up to nearly one-third of the seats in Congress.
For Hitler, who has experienced slow development this year due to the economic recovery, this can be considered a lifesaving straw.
His talent for public speaking is indeed remarkable, but it is built on a foundation of fertile ground. Hitler is not afraid of the economic collapse of Germany; he fears the economic recovery of Germany. "It seems I really have to thank Strasser. If he hadn't united the forces of the German People's Party and the German National Party, I probably wouldn't have gained such significant benefits."
Thinking of this, Hitler could no longer contain his joy. He exclaimed loudly in the hall, "Hahaha, did you not expect this, Strasser? Your betrayal not only failed to destroy me but instead made me even stronger."
As a strong person, I have consumed you, absorbing all the nutrients from your body. This is the charm of Darwinism. Of course, consuming you is just the beginning. Becoming the sole leader of the Nazi Party is just a small step. Next, I will consume even more powerful figures. I will control the entire Germany, then the whole of Europe, and finally rule the world!
Hitler laughed heartily, his voice echoing through the hall with a mesmerizing power, deafening in its intensity. The chandelier above couldn't bear the volume and crashed from the ceiling, shattering on impact with the ground. "Bang!"
A crisp sound woke Hitler up from his dream of ruling the world, only to find himself still in Falkenhausen Hall. As he turned to look, he realized the sound came not from the chandelier, but from Rom beside him, who had just fired a shot. However, the person who fell was not Baron Dezhi, but Herman Wilhelm Göring.
"Arrest all the rebels of Bavaria for me," Rom immediately aimed his gun at Hitler.
"Adolf, I regret to inform you that you are under arrest."
Rom was somewhat puzzled, as he had expected Hitler to react with great surprise or anger.
I didn't expect Hitler to be standing there with his mouth half open, motionless, as if he was scared silly. But Rom didn't dare to let his guard down. He knew very well the skills of his comrade who had been in the trench, so he kept his gun pointed at Hitler. As for the stormtroopers, they launched a fierce attack on the members of The Southern School within the party, surrounding them with an overwhelming numerical advantage.
Faced with the numerical and equipment disadvantage, those who are wise in The Southern School will be punched by others, while those who are ignorant will be shot dead directly. To avoid accidental injury, Rom deliberately arranged the positions of The Southern School and Northern School far apart in the meeting room. And at the first sound of gunfire, including Baron Dezhi, the Northern School immediately crouched under the iron table.
The stormtroopers team members, without any worries, fought even more bravely. Combined with the lack of preparation from The Southern School, there were casualties and deaths within a few minutes, leading to their ultimate surrender. However, it can be confirmed that Göring, who was initially hit by Rom, was as good as dead. A bullet had struck the back of his head, and the future Commander-in-Chief of the The Third Reich Air Force was now lying on the ground, convulsing and bleeding profusely, clearly beyond saving.
Rom looked dazed, his mouth opening and closing unconsciously, a look of confusion on his face. "Adolf, pretending to be clueless won't work. We've worked together for so many years, there's no need to lose your composure at the last moment." "I must not have woken up yet. How could there be two different scenes?"
Hitler looked incredulous and shouted at Rom, " Ernst, I know this is a dream, you can't betray me, can you? Just like you can't shoot me!" "Bang!"
A bullet from a Walther P38 pistol pierced Hitler's right arm. Hitler winced in pain, his right hand hanging limply as the intense agony made it clear that this was not a dream. He looked incredulously at Rom, who was holding the latest model developed by Krupp Company, a pistol secretly gifted by Strasser. He finally realized that the first dream was false, but the second one was real.
"Why? Why would you betray me? Give me a reason, Ernst."
Hitler ranted hysterically, appearing somewhat deranged.
He could not tolerate being betrayed by his close brother. In his view, only he himself could betray others, and others absolutely could not betray him.
"The reason is simple: what you can give me, Strasser can give; what you cannot give me, Strasser can also provide." Rom replied slowly. "Stop talking nonsense; do you really believe Strasser's lies?"
"He promised you the leadership of the armed forces only as a temporary measure; he cannot tolerate a force of equal standing within the party. One day, he will surely drive you out."
Hitler's eyes were bloodshot, resembling a gambler who had lost desperately.
"I certainly know that Strasser may not be able to accommodate me in the future,"
With a foolish expression, he said, "But speaking of which, you can tolerate me just the same. I know you too well, Adolf; I am aware that your desire for power is greater than Strasser's. If one day, due to power, you must treat me as an enemy, Strasser would only remove me from my position and expel me from the country at most."
"And you, will surely take away my life."
Looking at the somewhat speechless Hitler, Rom continued to attack,
"Since working with anyone won't guarantee stable power, I naturally prioritize my own ideals. I am a true National Socialist."
"I am too!" Hitler was a little dissatisfied.
"No, you're not. If you were truly loyal to National Socialism, I might have chosen you, but you have disappointed me too much, Adolf," Rom said regretfully.
"From the day you chose to cooperate with the nobility and the bourgeoisie, we were destined not to be on the same path."
"Strasser is a talent; after talking to him, I completely upgraded my brain. Now, I have a clearer understanding of National Socialism, and I know where the future of the National Socialist Party lies. So I will absolutely not walk the same path as you."
Faced with Rom's candidness, Hitler knew that his old friend had completely taken a stand against him, but Hitler immediately responded with a cold laugh.
"What's the difference? I have already arranged for Himmler to launch an assault on the Berlin headquarters under Dr. Goebbels' guidance. Look at the time; Strasser is as good as dead. No one in the Nazi Party can compete with me anymore; you have no choice but to support me."
"Ernst, it's not too late to turn back now."
Upon hearing this, Rom burst into laughter, which made Hitler feel a sense of unease.
"What if I told you that Dr. Goebbels' defection was also arranged in advance by Strasser?"
"Don't struggle, come with me, Adolf, you have nowhere to escape."
Hitler lay weakly on the ground, knowing he was finished, but not understanding why his flawless plan had ended up like this.
At the same time, in a temporary prison in Berlin, Ludendorff, who was being held separately, also had the same doubts as Hitler.
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