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Chapter 581 (Supplement)

A dilapidated Mercedes-Benz quickly drove into a dilapidated factory building in the eastern suburbs of Berlin.

The street lights in the factory area are a little deserted, shining in twos and threes. Many bulbs have burned out wicks, but no one has replaced them. The main room of the factory area is already a mess. The table in the center and the gun racks in the corners are all covered.

The dust makes the factory look like it has been deserted and abandoned all year round.

This was originally an armory, a secret factory where the Weimar government under the Treaty of Versailles hid weapons from the League of Nations.

It is said that a rather legendary story happened here back then. Reinhardt, who was not the head of state at that time, once escaped the assassination here by Ludendorff's Goulder, who was nicknamed the "Assassin's Sting".

Since Germany openly resisted the Treaty of Versailles and expanded its armaments to prepare for war, this once secret arsenal has lost its value and significance and has been gradually abandoned.

Until today, another German major followed in Goodell's footsteps and came to the place where Goodell failed, preparing to complete the task that Goodell failed to complete 20 years ago.

"Hiss..." The major in the car didn't wait for the car to brake to a complete stop before he jumped out of the open-top Mercedes-Benz. Under the guidance of several men who were already waiting in casual clothes outside the factory, they quickly walked together.

Go through the small door on the side of the factory building.

Under the dim light, they walked along the narrow stairs without handrails to a small room on the second floor that was obviously the former administrator's room, and stopped in front of a mottled wooden door.

A man in civilian clothes handed the major a key with his left hand and motioned for him to open it.

The major nodded slightly, turned sideways, and awkwardly took the key with his left hand with three fingers.

The reason why he did not take the key with his right hand can be seen from the empty right sleeve of his military uniform.

However, the major's left hand was already used very skillfully. With his only three fingers, he turned the key in a circle like a tumbled rope, then aligned it with the keyhole of the wooden door and inserted it quickly and accurately.

"Click..." The door opened, and a dozen men in suits gathered around the table in the center of the small room, discussing in whispers, immediately caught the eye of the major.

"Here comes Stauffenberg!" Seeing the major pushing through the door, several leading men immediately rushed over and hugged him.

Because of the famous accidental assassination incident before, heavyweight opposition leaders such as Witzleben and Gotele were all killed by Reinhardt with a wooden bomb that was supposed to kill him.

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The opposition within Germany also lost almost all its senior figures for a time.

Today, although Stauffenberg only has a few military ranks, he is after all an African fighting hero and is somewhat famous.

Among the remaining opposition groups that have lost their backbone, Stauffenberg can already be regarded as an "important figure."

"Stuffenberg, how is the situation?" A man in a suit who was leading the discussion stood up from the table excitedly and walked quickly to Stauffenberg's side.

"We must seize the time to take action!" Stauffenberg hugged the leading man sideways and said excitedly to the crowd: "Reinhardt has begun to fail continuously. On the southern front, even my former superior, we

General Rommel, the famous German general, was unable to launch an attack and was forced to retreat to organize defense. On the eastern front, the always conceited SS also retreated on its own initiative and was invaded by the Soviets into our southern province. But now we are

It would be foolish to continue fighting with the British and distract our energy and troops."

"What?!" After hearing Stauffenberg's words, many people present were shocked. Several young men stood up suddenly with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"I read in the social worker newspaper that the SS troops moved in strategically, but I didn't expect that they actually moved towards the rear! Isn't this another way of saying that they were repulsed by the Soviets?"

"How is this possible? Don't the SS always fight with their own lives?"

"Maybe it wasn't the SS frontline commanders who were afraid of death and retreating, but the more senior generals who thought they couldn't defeat them, so they ordered them to retreat."

"You think you can't beat me?! That means those people above also think there's no chance of winning?"

When speaking, many people's voices tremble due to excessive excitement.

After all, although these people opposed Reinhardt, the reason was not to bring down Germany. For example, Stauffenberg wanted to preserve the General Staff Headquarters founded by his grandfather. Others in the opposition were more

Most of the time it was because Reinhardt touched the Junker class's cake, so he suffered their revenge.

But Germany's defeat came so quickly and suddenly, leaving everyone at a loss.

A few days ago, the German army was still in full swing on the British battlefield and was advancing with great success. Over in Africa, General Rommel was also very ambitious.

As a result, everything turned upside down in an instant, which was definitely not a good thing for everyone.

"I said... we should wait a little longer. What if... something happens to Reinhard now, and the situation might get worse." A middle-aged man said,

All raised with concern.

"can not wait!"

Stauffenberg objected very firmly: "The situation will only get worse!"

"At the beginning, I naively believed that as soldiers we had to win the war first, and then when we returned home victorious, we had to clear away the plague at home."

Stauffenberg said stubbornly: "But now I realize that if we don't eliminate the plague of Reinhardt, we can't really win the war. His supreme command is a deformed mutation that shouldn't exist. Really

The only one who can lead Germany is the General Staff Headquarters with excellent heritage!"

In fact, Stauffenberg had always hated the headquarters established by Reinhardt. However, after experiencing this failure that almost killed him, he completely turned into a black man.

"In that case, why don't we go to General Manstein to cooperate? He is recognized as the best think tank in the General Staff Headquarters, and he is famous enough and has strong appeal!" A young man in his 20s suddenly thought.

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"Is your brain broken?!"

Before Stauffenberg could speak, the leading man in a suit scolded him: "Manstein is Reinhard's confidant, how could he agree to cooperate with us? If we get in touch with him, I think

He will turn around and go to Reinhard to tell the truth."

"That's right." Stauffenberg nodded in agreement: "Manstein will never join our opposition."

He sighed with regret: "Originally, I was planning to go find my superior, General Rommel. His reputation is as great as Manstein's, and his appeal is not weak. The most important thing is that he has always thought highly of me.

.It’s just that this failure has made him somewhat eclipsed. And based on my understanding of General Rommel, he will definitely take revenge after his failure. In other words, he will definitely find opportunities to continue fighting with

The British fight."

"In this way, General Rommel, who is dedicated to fighting, will not support our plan." Stauffenberg concluded helplessly.


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