The Rise of the Third Reich

"Oh my God, Ludwig, why are you here? I thought we had an appointment tomorrow afternoon..."

After opening the door of Room 201 of a rather luxurious apartment near the Kurfürstendamm near the Chinese Legation, Chloe appeared in Hersmann wearing a loose skirt and holding a black cat in her arms. In front of him was a look of surprise.

This large house with three living rooms was left to her by her father, the late Colonel Baron Heinsberg, who was also an army elite who moved back and forth between the General Staff and the front-line troops. Unlike Hirschmann, he was very rich, so he bought a very beautiful house in Berlin. Now living alone, Chloe was preparing to cook when Hersman arrived.

"Wow, you became a major! Oh my god, this is the Blue Max! Oh my God, you got a blue Max... You are only 25 years old, you are already a major and you have a blue Max!"

Chloe was stunned for a moment, then shouted in surprise. He found that Hessmann was wearing a brand-new military uniform with the rank of major, and the highest honor of the German army - a blue Max Medal - was hung on his collar!

This shows that Hersman's achievements in Petrograd have been recognized by the highest levels of the army! He will have a brilliant future in the army...

"Ludwig, you must have come to celebrate with me, right?" Chloe was already fascinated by the heroic man in front of her, looking at him lovingly.

"No." Hessmann smiled apologetically. Seeing the disappointed expression appear on Chloe's face, he laughed, "Chloe, today Admiral Ludendorff gave me a picture of Charlottenburg Palace. His Majesty the Emperor wants to invite me to dinner and bring a female companion. I want you to be my female companion..."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Emperor!" Chloe suddenly thought of something, and a seductive pink appeared on her creamy cheeks. "Ludwig, you want to take me to Charlottenburg Palace? You... want me to be your female companion?"

Hirschmann said "female companion" rather than "temporary female companion," which obviously meant something different to the German, known for his precision.

"Are you willing?" Hessman looked at Chloe expectantly.

"Yes, of course...of course I do!" Chloe's cheeks turned redder, like a ripe apple, and her heart was pounding.

"That's great." Hessman suddenly kissed her on the cheek. Her face felt smooth and fragrant (probably due to the perfume), as if it were cream. After spending several months with Chloe, Hersman felt that he couldn't live without this beautiful and considerate woman.

In fact, Chloe's behavior is the result of long-term aristocratic education. In the aristocratic circles of the German Empire in the early 20th century, where machismo was prevalent, feminism basically did not exist. Women like Chloe were the most common. .

In addition, Chloe's love for Hersmann is also related to the education she received. A woman like her admires Hersmann, a soldier who has made meritorious services for Germany. A young major with a blue Max Medal, she is very fond of Hersmann. She is definitely more attractive than a millionaire from the United States.

"Ludwig, please sit down for a while. I'm going to change clothes. I'll be back in a minute..." Chloe blushed and rushed into her bedroom like a dart. When she reappeared, she had put on a tight blue satin dress, exposing her long neck and half of her snow-white round shoulders. Also hanging on her arm was a mink coat that shone like satin.

"How's it going?" Chloe asked, "Is this okay with me?"

"Of course you look very beautiful."

Hessman looked at the woman in front of him. She was indeed a rare beauty. Regardless of his face, figure or temperament, he is first-class... It seems that after God teased me a lot, he started to bring some good luck. Don’t you know what dinner with the emperor will bring to you tonight?

Hersmann and Chloe hailed a taxi on Wilhelmstrasse and headed to Charlottenburg Palace. On the way, they saw another worrying scene - hundreds of elderly men wearing inferior clothes were walking in line holding tattered anti-war placards, shouting in unison: "Peace, war." It’s a conspiracy of the Jewish capitalists!” A few listless Berlin police officers were scattered around the parade to monitor the relatively peaceful demonstration.

"Why are Jews involved again?" Hersman was a little surprised. In his mind, the Jews were always blamed for bringing down the Second Reich. Why are you now a supporter of the war?

"Some people say that the Jewish capitalists are unwilling to cease the war because they have not made enough profits." Chloe explained with a frown. She heard a lot about what happened in Germany recently at the Foreign Office in William Street today, including the accusations against the Jews - now they are opposed to the armistice, and in a few years they will become the main culprits of the armistice. .

"Are you Mr. Hersman? This is..."

A tall chambermaid in a fancy uniform greets guests at the gates of Charlottenburg Palace.

"Countess Chloe von Heinsberg, my female companion."

"Welcome, please follow me."

Under the chilly October breeze, Hessmann and Chloe walked through the stone path in Charlottenburg Palace and walked into the spacious front hall paved with dazzling marble. An older palace attendant stood in the hall, calling himself a chamberlain. "Major Hersman, Her Majesty the Queen and Her Royal Highness Princess Victoria Louise will also be attending tonight's banquet. The princess is sitting on the left, and you are sitting next to her."

As he spoke, he glanced at Chloe again, and the younger attendant whispered something in his ear. Then he nodded to Chloe and said, "Countess, the Queen sits on the right hand of His Majesty the Emperor, and you sit next to her."

It seems that tonight's dinner is very "private", with only the emperor, the queen, Princess Victoria Louise, Chloe and myself in attendance. After listening to the man's seat report, Hessman thought to himself, maybe the emperor also had some questions that were not convenient for him to raise publicly?

Hessman followed the old attendant and walked into a splendid room with a curved ceiling covered with murals, a floor with beautiful wood grain, and a gold-painted wall inlaid with Chinese blue and white porcelain. This is not a restaurant, but a lounge. There is no emperor, queen or princess in it.

"Countess, please wait a moment," said the squire. "Major, please follow me."

The emperor wants to meet Hessmann alone! In a magnificent office hung with naval battle paintings, the German Emperor, whom he had only seen in photos and drawings in the past, was sitting behind his desk, frowning at a document.

"His Majesty the Emperor, Army Major Ludwig von Hersmann reports to you!"

Hessmann stood upright and then gave a respectful military salute.

"Oh, here we come." The emperor raised his head, his face was tense as usual, his complexion was good and his face was radiant. His voice is majestic and energetic. "I have read all the telegrams you sent from Petrograd. It is obvious that you are a hero, a great hero. If our empire had more people like you, victory would not be so difficult. ”

The emperor is still hoping for victory! Hersman thought that at first glance the situation on the Eastern Front looked better than it had historically. Ludendorff's offensive may be launched early, but victory may still be out of reach.

"His Majesty the Emperor has commended him. The improvement of the situation on the Eastern Front is all due to the hard work of the frontline soldiers." Hessman said a few words, but then changed the subject. "But such changes are not solid. A third revolution may occur in Petrograd at any time!"

The German Emperor shook the document in his hand. This was just sent by someone from the General Staff. It was the report written by Hersmann on his way back to Germany. Although he was only a major, he was the General Staff Officer. considered by the ministry to be an "expert on Russia and the Bolsheviks." Now that Germany wants to make peace with the Bolsheviks who rule Russia, of course it must read the report written by Hessmann.

"Three revolutions?" William II shook his head. "If that's the case, what will we lose? A Russia that is completely in chaos is no threat to us. Isn't it?"

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