In 1917, the Great General Staff was really large, and on the eve of the First World War, the Great General Staff had 1 quartermaster general (actually deputy chief of the general staff), 5 quartermasters, 15 specialized offices and 1 intelligence service group. By now, the General Staff, headed by the best duo of Hindenburg and Ludendorff, had become a sprawling institution with many branches, and even a "film bureau" to manage the film industry throughout Germany.

At the same time, with the expansion of the establishment of the General Staff Headquarters, many young staff officers have also been able to enter it. Born in 1892 and only 25 years old this year, Hersman is one of them. And in the large and bright office of the Central Office of the General Staff (dealing with personnel affairs), Hersman received a smiling, rather handsome captain in his thirties, who was also a member of the recruits of the General Staff.

"Captain Hersman, huh? Hello, I'm Albert. Captain Kesselring, staff officer of the Central Division. ”

Oh, you are the same Nazi Luftwaffe Field Marshal Kesselring who was sentenced to death but not executed? Hersman thought about the tragic fate of the other party, and the expression on his face became heavy.

"Yes, I am Ludwig. Feng. Captain Hersman, I am ordered to report to you. ”

"Sit, sit." Kesselring was still smiling, as if he had just learned that he was going to be promoted to major.

"Okay, Captain." Hersman sat down in the chair across from Kesselring's desk, and took a closer look at the large office—a large room with a dozen desks, most of which had a beaming officer behind them, and the telephone rang incessantly, and the occasional sound of a call, all pleasant, as if everyone had won the jackpot.

"Won the battle at the front?" Hersman asked casually.

"No," Kesselring laughed, "it's better than that...... It's Russia! There has been a revolution in Russia, and the Tsar may well have been overthrown! I think it's a major turnaround! ”

It's the February Revolution! It was then that Hersmann remembered that today was March 15, 1917, and that the February Revolution in Russia (February in the Russian calendar) had begun on the 8th of that month. If history had not changed, Tsar Nicholas II would have signed the abdication declaration at midnight today.

"This is a major turnaround!" Hersman only managed to smile a little. Because he knows that the same thing will play out in Germany on November 9 next year. The difference was that Wilhelm II was able to flee to the Netherlands and not fall into the hands of the workers and soldiers of the uprising.

"Yes, I think your arrival has something to do with Russia, right?" Captain Kesselring looked down at the notebook on the table, then asked with a smile, "I want to make sure you know if you are proficient in Russian?" ”

"That's right, I speak Russian well." Hersman thought to himself, should he be sent to the Russian section of the Political Department to study Russian affairs? It's a quiet job...... I just took the opportunity to think about how to defeat US imperialism and win World War II.

"Do you still use the radio?" Kesselring then asked.

"Yes," replied Hersman, "I was in charge of this in the communications office of the headquarters of the 11th Army. ”

Hersman did have the skills to use the radio in his memory, which he had trained before the outbreak of the Great War. After the outbreak of the Great War, the 11th Army was sent to the Eastern Front to manage the radio station. Until last summer, he went to serve in the Austro-Hungarian 7th Army with the chief of staff of the army group, General Seckert, as a staff officer of the operations department. As a result, during an inspection on the Romanian front, he was mistakenly hit by an Austro-Hungarian shell with a short eye and suffered a concussion, and by the way, he also changed his soul......

"That's good," Kesselring said, standing up. "Come with me, and I'll take you to the First Quartermaster."

"First Quartermaster!" Hersmann was stunned for a moment, "You mean His Excellency Admiral Ludendorff, the First Quartermaster General?" ”

Kesselring shrugged. "Yes, it's Admiral Ludendorff! He needed a Prussian aristocratic officer who was fluent in the Russian language and at the same time proficient in the use of the radio, preferably with a rank lower than a major. And you happen to be recuperating in Cuosen. So......" He held out his hand to Hersman. "So, you're going to be lucky, come with me."

Will you be lucky? Don't know what the task is? Perhaps he will be given the opportunity to be promoted to major, to get a more serious job in the future pocket Wehrmacht, and if he is lucky, to be promoted to lieutenant colonel before Hitler comes to power. In this way, after Germany recovers its armament, he has a good hope of becoming a general-level officer, and if he works hard, he can also get the marshal's scepter......

He strode through the building of the General Staff with Captain Kesselring, who was to be sentenced to death in history. In the aisle, I saw a number of young officers in military trousers trimmed with red trousers, who were the elite of the German nation, and their faces were filled with joy. Probably no one would have imagined that the empire to which they were loyal would be wiped out in a little more than a year, let alone that they would suffer the humiliation of a second defeat more than twenty years later. And they will be accused of "fascist demons" by the victors, executed or spent the rest of their lives in humiliation.

What is even more tragic is that in the original history, the descendants of Germany will never be proud of these martyrs who fought in the name of the motherland......

Hersmann slowly grew a feeling that only he could save these pathetic Germans. This is about the fate of his rebirth...... If he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in prison or hang himself on the gallows, he'll have to find a way to do it!

He followed Captain Kesselring briskly to the end of a hallway, in front of which was a closed door with a desk behind which a major lieutenant with shiny blond hair was sitting looking at a file. He raised his head when he heard footsteps.

"Captain, what's the matter?" The blonde major, recognizing Kesselring, asked with a smile, apparently also pleased by the revolution that had taken place in Russia.

"Mr. Reinhardt, is His Excellency the Admiral inside?"

"Yes, you have come just in time, the Admiral has just returned from His Excellency the Marshal, and is now in his office."

In today's General Staff, "Your Excellency Marshal" is synonymous with Hindenburg. The future President Hindenburg is now Chief of the General Staff, the immediate boss of General Ludendorff, and the most powerful man in Germany today (Kaiser Wilhelm II has been overthrown by the General Staff), while Ludendorff is the second most powerful man in Germany after Hindenburg.

Captain Hersmann followed Kesselring into the luxurious office of the German No. 2 tycoon, and saluted the old man with sparse gray hair and a straight general's uniform who was hunching on his desk studying a map of the Eastern Front.

"Your Excellency, Captain Kesselring, Captain of the Central Division, report to you!" Kesselring respectfully placed a folder on the Admiral's desk.

Ludendorff raised his head to reveal a rather majestic face, with a high forehead, sunken eyes, a nose as if carved out, monocles on the bridge of his nose, and a tightly closed mouth that curved downwards on both sides under his gray mustache.

The Admiral glanced at Hersman, his gaze sharp, as if trying to see through the soul hidden within his shell. Then he waved at Kesselring and let him leave the office without saying a word.

Now, only Ludendorff and Hersmann are left in the office of the University.

Could it be some top-secret mission? Hersmann had noticed something unusual, but he still stood upright, without a hint of expression on his face—the most standard Prussian officer's posture.

Ludendorff still didn't speak, but opened the folder and looked at it carefully. I don't know how long I watched it before a very majestic-sounding voice broke the silence.

"Captain Hersman, do you know anything about the Russian Revolution?"

Sure enough, it's for Russia!

Hersman remained silent: "I already know. ”

This is not a military secret, and tomorrow morning German newspapers and newspapers large and small will carry this encouraging good news on the front page.

"Don't you think that's good news?" The admiral asked in a gloomy tone.

"That's good news, but it's not good enough for the Empire, because I don't think the revolution will bring peace to the Eastern Front." Hersman replied in the affirmative. He knew that the leaders of the Russian Provisional Government after the February Revolution had come to power were not at all willing to negotiate peace with Germany - those guys were stupid people with funny brains, and deserved to be captured and shot by the Bolsheviks!

The corners of Admiral Ludendorff's mouth curled slightly, and he showed a satisfied smile: "It seems that you have some research on the Russian question. ”

Hersmann did not deny that the German fans of later generations after him certainly knew the Soviet Union very well about the red empire.

Ludendorff looked at Hersmann, paused and asked, "So, do you know Lenin?" ”

Columns...... Lenin! Hersman was stunned, suddenly thought of something, and blurted out: "Your Excellency, you mean the leader of the Russian Bolsheviks, Vladimir. Ilyich. Ulyanov? ”

Ludendorff threw his head back. "Haha, it seems that the Central Department has finally found a suitable candidate for me this time." He looked at Hersman, "Captain, I now appoint you as my lieutenant and report directly to me. And you have only one task, to take the radio and the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to Switzerland, and to establish contact with Lenin, the most dangerous rebel in all of Russia, in the name of the German Socialists! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net