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"Over here, Mr. Erich." The stormtroopers member led Erich to a door and gestured for him to enter. Erich took a closer look and realized that behind this door was yet another closed door.
The black iron gate looked dilapidated, giving off a particularly eerie vibe.
"Sh-should I just go in directly?"
Before Erich could finish, the vanguard member pushed him inside.
"With a 'bang', the door closed behind Erich.
At this moment, Erich was alone in the small space between the two doors.
Should he go in? Erich couldn't help but swallow hard, not knowing if entering would be walking into a lion's den."
After the Berlin coup, Juncker nobility immediately realized the threat posed by this emerging political party, or perhaps someone had realized it even earlier. At that time, the ethnic group Labour Party, or the National Socialist German Workers' Party, was still very weak. The Royalist and the bourgeoisie, upon sensing a potential threat, were in favor of eliminating them, and they urged Hindenburg to eradicate this threat, much like the suppression of the 1923 Hamburg workers' uprising.
However, with the occurrence of the November Mist coup, the ethnic group Labour Party quickly transformed from a potential threat into a real threat. The reactionaries were horrified to find that they could no longer easily eliminate this emerging political party. At the very least, without the determination to go down fighting, there would be no chance at all.
After all, Strasser had control over the German Armed Forces headquarters and already commanded seven divisions, which accounted for one-third of Germany's military strength.
While the Opposition wielded immense power in Germany, their armed forces were roughly equal to Strasser's, and included many indecisive elements.
Strasser was able to garner such strength partly because he had the support of General Siket, or more accurately, the support of General Siket's granddaughter.
General Siket is the father of the 100,000 National Defense Forces in Germany, and his prestige in the military is comparable to that of Hindenburg, if not greater. As a result, a significant number of officers in the German military are willing to support him.
On the other hand, this also highlights the advantages of Strasser's propaganda ideology.
Although his proposals do not transcend the categories of class and ethnic group, they also surpass those categories.
He combined class struggle with ethnic group struggle, finding the greatest common denominator between the nationalists and communists in the country. Both the left and right could find their place under the banner of Strasserism. Strasser privately visited influential figures on both the left and right in Congress.
When encountering the left-wing, Strasser spoke about class struggle, capital, and nationalization. When faced with the right-wing, Strasser discussed ethnic groups, the country, and the Treaty of Versailles. Therefore, both the left-wing and the right-wing appreciated him; even if they were reluctant to join the ethnic group Labour Party, they considered Strasser a comrade worth collaborating with.
From this perspective, Strasser is equivalent to the opposite of President Albert. Of course, for the reactionaries, as long as they do not encounter a fatal crisis, they would never risk everything they have to fight Strasser to the death. Since they cannot eliminate him, they can only desperately smear their opponent.
After the events in Berlin were reported, the royalists began to send people to their respective newspapers to promote the idea that a riot had occurred in Berlin, where a party of thugs had seized seats in Congress. Strasser himself was described as a "man-eating monster" and "the unspeakable one," with some even suggesting that the leadership of the ethnic group and the Labour Party was composed of "cannibals."
Interestingly, during this revolution, Hitler, who had been removed by Rom, was enthusiastically praised by them as a "martyr" and a "revolutionary fighter who sacrificed for freedom." Upon seeing this news in the newspaper, Strasser nearly spilled his coffee.
"If we seize power, will the Anglo-French also evaluate me this way, saying that I and Stalin are both dictatorial tyrants, while Adolf becomes a fighter against Fascism?" Strasser couldn't help but chuckle.
In fact, this statement isn't entirely wrong; after all, historically, Adolf was indeed a fighter against Fascism.
The brave Private Bavaria personally shot and killed the instigator of World War II, the Führer of Nazi Germany, Hitler, in the basement of the Reich Chancellery in Berlin on April 30, 1945.
The effectiveness of these propaganda efforts against the enemy is debatable, but they had a significant impact on their own people. The Junker nobility had been brainwashed by the lies they recited daily, with many believing that Strasser was a bloodthirsty monster, an executioner who killed without hesitation.
At least at this moment, Erich thought so, and he felt a deep fear towards the leader of the Labour Party, Strasser, whom he was about to meet. However, thinking about the purpose of his visit, Erich gritted his teeth, gathered his courage, placed his hand on the door, and pushed hard, but the door did not budge.
“?”
Erich pushed again and found that it still didn't budge. He decided to use his foot to press against the door, shifting his entire weight to force it open. "Can't this idiot just pull it from the other side?"
Outside the first door, the vanguard member who was leading the way peered through the crack in the door to observe the situation inside. Watching Eirich, who was dragging his bulky body around and jumping up and down, he felt somewhat speechless. He wondered if the Juncker nobility had all developed senile dementia, and if they could only send someone like this to negotiate.
Fortunately, Eirich's CPU was just running slowly, not completely non-functional.
After struggling for a while, he finally realized that the door could be pulled open.
He gently grasped the door handle and pulled it, confirming that it could indeed be opened from the outside.
"Hahaha, I am truly a genius," Erich exclaimed excitedly as he forcefully pulled open the door and walked straight in. However, he immediately looked dumbfounded, staring at the indoor environment in front of him with a puzzled expression.
What place is this? Are you sure it's not a haunted house?
Although the outside hall looks a bit eerie, the lighting is still good.
But this room is pitch black inside, and nothing can be seen.
The light shining through the doorway, Ehrich vaguely saw a figure moving ahead.
In any case, the atmosphere here was very eerie, and a chill ran down Ehrich's spine.
The courage he had just mustered up vanished instantly, and he wanted to turn around and leave.
At that moment, the door suddenly closed.
With a "creak," the entire room was plunged into darkness.
"What's going on? Is anyone there? Let me out quickly."
Suddenly plunged into a completely dark environment, the average person's psyche is easily shattered, and Erich is no exception. He hurriedly rushed to the door based on his memory, wanting to push it open and escape, but the door wouldn't budge at this moment. "Let me out! I want to go home! Ahhh!"
Erich pounded on the door with all his might. At this moment, it was clear that he was on the verge of a breakdown. As a person of high status, he had never found himself in such a dark environment.
"Mr. Erich, you've finally arrived."
Just as Erich was on the brink of a mental collapse, a ghostly voice sounded behind him, causing every hair on his body to stand on end.
"Who are you?"
Erich turned around and shouted hysterically, "You ask me who I am? Hehehe! This question is really ridiculous."
In the darkness, there arose a sinister and eerie laughter, the sound coming and going, elusive and unpredictable.
"Don't play tricks on me, who are you!"
Erich suppressed his fear and shouted loudly, as if to dispel the weakness in his heart.
Suddenly, a ghostly light flickered in front of Erich, and a pale human head appeared before him, less than ten centimeters from his nose. Erich watched as the pale head's lips moved up and down. "I am the one you are looking for, Gregor Strasser."
His voice was not loud, but to Erich, it felt like a muffled thunder exploding over his head, shattering his blood and stopping his heart. There was a buzzing in his ears, and the sound of bones cracking into a faint smile. He felt like he was about to enter hell, and the smile in front of him seemed like the expression only a messenger of hell would have.
"Eat people demon king!"
Erich's eyes rolled back and he fainted directly.
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