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Bavaria
Nazi Party headquarters
"Leader, you must speak up for me!" Fortune cried and complained to Hitler.
"Those guys not only defied your orders, but they also beat me up. Those bastards threw me out of the second floor! I represent your will; hitting me is like slapping your face, isn't it? All the party members going to Hannover fought for you against the traitors in Berlin. These guys have no sense of honor; they locked your SS troops outside the venue meant to protect us and even tricked us out of our weapons. They attacked us with iron rods while we were unarmed."
Hitler looked at Fortune, who had a bandage on his left arm and was leaning on a cane with a grimace from the pain as he spoke, feeling somewhat irritated.
He originally held a glimmer of hope, believing that Strasser merely wanted more power and still respected his position as the Führer of the Nazi Party. However, the news that came back today completely shattered his illusions.
The Berlin district led by Strasser, along with all factions of the National Socialist Party, passed a resolution supporting Congress's proposal to confiscate the properties and lands of the nobility. A significant portion of Hitler's funding came from these nobles, and if they learned of this news, Hitler's financial resources would be cut off immediately.
Moreover, that bastard Strasser even dared to propose amendments to the Party Constitution, aiming to implement a policy of nationalizing the means of production, which was something Hitler could not tolerate.
This group of guys even beat up the party members sent by Hitler, leaving everyone bruised and battered, with some even being sent to the hospital.
"This guy must have been influenced by the Jewish people! I shouldn't have sent him to Berlin in the first place!"
Hitler cursed angrily, believing that he had given Strasser such great power only to be met with betrayal, completely forgetting that he had not sent a single person or a penny to Strasser.
"Immediately arrange for the SS troops to eliminate that two-faced little man!"
"Don't be hasty, Führer," comforted Himmler, the bespectacled man who appeared cultured. After resigning from his position as secretary to his friend Strasser in 1924, he devoted himself to raising chickens at home. However, when Hitler was released from prison and announced that he had gained Hindenburg's support, this opportunist recognized the immense potential behind Hitler and decisively aligned himself with him.
Initially, Hitler was not impressed by the well-mannered young man; in his view, a mere 25-year-old hothead could not be of much help to him. However, Himmler quickly demonstrated his value by overseeing the reconstruction of the Nazi Party in Bavaria. In a short period, he restored the party's membership numbers to pre-Beer Hall Putsch levels. Additionally, upon learning that this young man was a former friend and secretary of Strasser, Hitler did not hesitate to employ him, appointing Himmler as the Deputy Leader of the Upper Palatinate in Bavaria while also assigning him the task of establishing the SS troops.
To Hitler, Himmler's allegiance represented a betrayal of Strasser, which was significant for him as he had been backstabbed by Strasser himself. This fulfilled his sense of vengeful satisfaction.
"What do you think, Heinrich?" Hitler asked.
"Right now, we can't directly eliminate Strasser. He has gained significant power, with the Vanguard as his armed force, and he has allied with the Nationalist Party as a partner. Our influence is no longer dominant; we must consider our options carefully," Himmler analyzed.
"Are we just going to let those guys openly challenge my position?" Hitler replied, still indignant, unwilling to wait even a moment in the face of humiliation.
"Yes, yes, yes, the Führer's position must be maintained. That little man from Berlin, Goebbels, dares to say he wants to expel the Führer from the party; he must be taught a good lesson." Fortune chimed in, filled with hatred for Strasser, wishing he could tear him apart.
Himmler glanced at the bruised and battered Fortune, feeling a deep contempt for him. This foolish pig actually surrendered his sidearm over a few words; what else could he be but an idiot?
However, the appearance of professionalism still needed to be upheld. Himmler then smiled and said,
"The temporary retreat is just to prepare for a future counterattack. Our arms swing back only to strike the next punch with greater strength. Currently, our power in Bavaria is not strong enough; we must rally more people to counter Strasser and his group." Hitler is not a fool; after a brief moment of anger, he regained his composure.
"Then what should we do?" he asked.
"Now that we have the support of Hindenburg, we can completely use Old Marshal's reputation to subdue the Opposition within the party. We must definitely win over Rom, and we must not forget that his stormtroopers are a powerful armed force."
"That makes sense. It looks like I have to bring Ernst back and have a good talk with him." Hitler looked over at his secretary Rudolf Hess standing respectfully beside him.
"Rudolf."
"Chancellor!" Hes immediately stepped forward.
"You go find Rom right away, drive over, invite him to come to Bavaria, remember, your attitude must be respectful." Hitler repeatedly reminded, he knew very well the temper of this old comrade, who was loyal and sentimental, and could be swayed by kindness but not by force.
"Understood, Supreme Leader!" Hes immediately set off to carry out the orders.
"So, who else within the party do I need to unite with? I've already given orders to Göring and Luxembourg, and most of the influential figures in the Nazi Party in the south are on our side," Hitler inquired.
"If we only unite with The Southern School, it will be difficult to gain an advantage over Northern School. We must attract some members of Northern School to join us."
"But now the Northern School is just a group of rabble, and there is no strong leader among them. They are mostly gathered around Strasser; who can I rally?" Himmler mentioned a name that Hitler could never have thought of, "Joseph Goebbels."
"Stop talking nonsense over there!" Fortune angrily cursed,
"That guy doesn't have any qualities that make him recruitable. Just because he dares to disrespect the leader, he deserves to be torn apart!" Hitler was also very displeased.
"Heinrich, I know that Goebbels is the number two figure in Berlin. If we can win him over, we will have a sure victory. But this guy doesn't even regard me; how can I possibly win him over?"
"Mein Führer! Goebbels is extremely significant for Berlin. His propaganda skills are unparalleled nationwide. I've looked into it; in 1924, he became the secretary of the Ruhr Party branch with an absolute majority in just one year due to his speaking abilities. He also helped Strasser develop twenty thousand party members in just three months, surpassing our southern total for an entire year. He is a rare talent, and winning him over would greatly benefit the Nazi movement."
"It turns out that way; it seems I really should win him over." Hitler stroked his small mustache. "But how can I win over Goebbels? Strasser has given Goebbels power second only to his own, so he has no reason to ally with me."
"Anyone can be won over, as long as the right leverage is used. This leverage can be power, wealth, women, or ideals. Besides, isn't this what you excel at, Führer?" Himmler smiled faintly.
Hitler fell silent at the words, instead gazing in a trance at the portrait of Frederick the Great on the wall of his office. Himmler also did not continue to persuade, as he had already said all that needed to be said, and the final decision still rested in Hitler's hands. After a long time, the room remained silent, Hitler still lost in thought, and Himmler and Fortune either out of caution or awe, dared not speak. If no one disturbed them, these three would surely be able to stand here until evening.
"Leader! I'm back," came the hurried footsteps from a distance. A man pushed open the office door, and it was Hes.
"Rom said he has a meeting today, and he will come to visit you in person in a few days," he said breathlessly.
"Rudolf, there is another task for you to handle now."
"What mission, Führer?" Hes asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Come with me to Berlin," Hitler said after careful consideration, deciding that it would be more prudent to handle it personally.
"Führer, isn't it too dangerous for you to go to Strasser's territory alone?" Himmler advised against it.
"You can definitely send someone to invite Goebbels over."
"I'm the best at persuading others, isn't that what you said, Heinrich?" Hitler smiled,
"And how can I express my sincerity without going in person? You can't catch a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den. I want Strasser to experience the taste of being betrayed by someone he trusts!"
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