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Regarding the initial draft of the Nazi Party Party Constitution:
Article 1 we demand the right to self-determination based on ethnic group, uniting the German people for the greater German Empire.
Article 2 we demand the abolition of the Treaty of Versailles.
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Article 25 We demand the establishment of a strong central government within the federation in order to achieve all the principles advocated by Our party.
The leaders of Our party pledge to strive for the fulfillment of the above purpose, and if necessary, to sacrifice themselves midway without hesitation.
"Okay, I think this Party Constitution is very good."
Strasser nodded.
In the headquarters building of the Nationalist Party in Berlin, the Strasser brothers were discussing the establishment of a new Party Constitution for the National Socialist Party with Baron Dezhi.
At the same time, Goebbels was also present; he had accepted Strasser's appointment at the end of 1924 and officially took on the role of editor-in-chief of the National Socialist Party Newsletter.
This decision proved to be remarkably wise. Within just a few months, Goebbels' propaganda efforts in Berlin began to show results. As the spokesperson for the National Socialist Party in the north, he managed to recruit thousands of members in just one month, and they were extremely fervent supporters.
If it weren't for the United States' Dawes Plan leading to an improvement in Germany's economy, Strasser estimated that the number of National Socialist Party members in Berlin could have exceeded ten thousand within a month.
Goebbels, being an expert in brainwashing, was naturally top-notch at his craft. Therefore, Strasser decided to brainwash this brainwashing expert himself, attempting to instill in him a steadfast belief in National Socialism before he could be swayed by Hitler's ideology.
To this end, Strasser put in a lot of effort. After the elections in the Ruhr, he urgently called Goebbels to Berlin, involving him in the drafting of the National Socialist Party's program to deepen the impression of class struggle in Goebbels' mind.
As for why Strasser proposed his program earlier than in history, it was naturally to establish the party's focus of work sooner. A party without a program is like a strong man without a brain; it cannot move forward.
"Then I will revise this 25-point program according to the ideas we just discussed and take it to the party congress for a vote," Goebbels nodded.
The Party Congress is the highest authority of the National Socialist Party established in Berlin, composed of representatives from various districts of the National Socialist Party, responsible for deciding the party's work in Berlin.
Although it is called a conference of party representatives, there are actually not many people involved, as the National Socialist Party is currently just a small party with a few thousand members in Berlin. Many positions have not yet been filled, and various matters often rely on the German National Party, or rather, the German National Party acts as the enforcer for the National Socialist Party.
"Then let's go together to the printing house on Bilu Street to make a few copies of the Party Constitution to take back for voting," Strasser said.
"There's also me," Albrecht said excitedly, raising his hand to signal.
"Isn't it a bit much to have so many people just to go get a stamp?" Strasser replied, somewhat helplessly.
"Please, Brother Gregor, I really want to go out," Albrecht pleaded.
Strasser wanted to refuse firmly, but he clearly remembered that the last time this guy said he wanted to visit the workers in Berlin, they ended up visiting the nightclub next door instead. When Strasser finally managed to escape from the flamboyant girls and returned home, he opened the door and saw the maid Bettina's resentful gaze.
"Mr. Gregor, you should have some self-respect. Mixing with those wild women outside will lead to no good end," Bettina said earnestly, while Strasser could only laugh awkwardly and flee back to his room.
"Let him accompany you," Baron Dezhi's words changed Strasser's mind. "Bilu Street is within the influence of the Communist Party of Germany. It is safer to have someone familiar with the local situation guide you. I will send a team of party members to ensure your safety."
Berlin, Bilu Street
Today is Ludwig Koehler's release day. He is 26 years old and a veteran.
Coy participated in World War I, entering the German Empire army in 1914. He fought bravely in the Battle of the Somme River, leading his unit to kill 114 French soldiers and 514 British soldiers, earning him the Iron Cross First Class medal. However, Ludwig Koehler's bravery on the battlefield could not save the declining German Empire. When Germany surrendered in 1918, Coy, who loved his country, believed that Germany should not fail. In despair, he shot and killed the French soldiers who had come to accept the surrender. At that moment, Coy spat in disgust at the bodies of the French soldiers.
"You don't think you defeated me, do you? It was the shameless traitors who betrayed Germany, stabbing us in the back while we were fighting on the front lines."
He was then restrained by the arriving soldiers.
According to convention, Coy was supposed to be handed over to France for trial, but due to his outstanding achievements in World War I, and his numerous military merits, Coy's Division decided to keep their fighting hero. After various negotiations, Coy was only imprisoned in Berlin for five years before being released.
Now, Ludwig Koehler is walking listlessly on the street in the military uniform he wore when he was imprisoned, not knowing where his future lies. The German Empire for which he fought for four years has vanished into thin air, and his skills are of no use as the society no longer needs an executioner. Coy is so lost that he hasn't even paid attention to the road signs and has ended up at the entrance of The Communist Party of Germany, where a group of workers with red armbands have stopped him.
"Soldier?" the leader asked.
"Yes, I am a soldier," Coy replied. Perhaps this was his last pride, having fought for this country for four years, sacrificing and shedding blood. Despite the defeat, Coy had done his best, and he believed the German people would understand him.
These communist members stepped forward, seemingly wanting to shake hands with Coy.
Coy instinctively reached out his hand, but the other party's target was not his hand, but his chest. Several members of the Communist Party pushed Ludwig Koehler hard to the ground.
"Executioner! War criminal! Stool pigeon of the Juncker nobility!"
The leader of the The Communist Party of Germany shouted, "If it weren't for you starting the war, how could Germany have fallen into such a state? You participants in the war are all demons; you have killed so many proletariat from other countrys. What face do you have to live in this world?"
Why don't you just go die? This sentence felt like a heavy blow, fiercely striking Coy's heart. Were the four years of his actions and the five years in prison all meaningless? Coy sat dejectedly on the ground, not bothering to defend himself against the insults from the Communist Party members. He simply took out the first-class Iron Cross medal he always carried with him and began to slowly rub it. The Communist Party members seemed to still want to insult him, with the leader attempting to snatch Coy's medal.
"Even you still regard this kind of thing as a treasure. This is the proof of your guilt, and the lives of many people have died at your hands."
"You can't do this!" Coy had to resist, even though he could easily take down these guys in his eyes, he was tired and didn't want to fight anymore.
Just as Coy was considering the possibility of escape, a cold voice came over:
"You treat the heroes of Germany like this?" Strasser accused.
"You guys really tarnish Communism. Are you proud of bullying the weak?" Goebbels also looked down on these people.
The leader of the group was clearly not convinced.
"You are defending a war criminal. This guy has killed so many people from other countries. What is he if not an executioner? Look at the Iron Cross medal in his hand. It's a symbol of evil. We should condemn him."
"Is there a possibility that if he didn't kill so many British people, French people, and Russians, more Germans would have died? He's not an executioner, but a hero who saved the lives of German people."
The leader of the group was somewhat speechless, but still insisted on his argument.
"Killing is killing, no matter what the purpose is. Killing is wrong, unless it's for the benefit of the workers."
After speaking, he led the group of party members to continue their assault on Coy.
"Attack!"
Strasser waved his hand, and Albrecht led the Nationalist Party members to pounce like wolves, engaging in a fierce struggle with the Communists. Although these individuals were elite fighters, they were outnumbered by the Communists, resulting in a stalemate between the two sides.
Coy was still in a daze when Strasser pulled him up from the ground.
"As a soldier, you must never stop fighting, because stopping means death."
"But I don't know what the meaning of my fight is right now."
"For the people of this land, you must remember that all your battles are for the German people, not the German government. Emperors can be replaced, governments can fall, but the people will never be eradicated."
Coy's pupils suddenly constricted as he realized that the fog that had troubled him had dissipated; he found the meaning to continue fighting.
"Are you fighting for the German people?"
"Yes, I am."
"Then please let me follow you and let me fight for you."
Strasser looked at the young man in his early twenties and saw a reflection of his younger self in Coy's eyes. Before his rebirth, he too was a fighter who battled for Germany.
"Then you better keep up with me; I have long strides, so don't hold me back," he said.
Coy remained silent, determined to prove his resolve through action.
He rushed into the melee like a lion pouncing into a flock of sheep. The crowd, which had just been evenly matched, was instantly separated as a soldier in German Empire army uniform knocked down all the resisting communists.
Ludovisi Coy finished off the crowd, grabbed the last leading communist, and looked at his terrified eyes, saying, "How can people like you ever change?"
He paused for a moment, then twisted the arm of the person who was about to counterattack with his right hand.
"Someone like you can't change, only death awaits you!"
Coy gave the guy a final blow and knocked him out.
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