"Hello, Colonel Rommel, my name is Adolf."

Rommel, who was shaving, looked at the guy with a mustache in front of him in surprise.

"I don't care who you are?

How did you get in?"

Rommel wanted to get his pistol, but found it hanging on a clothes hanger.

The only weapon in his hand is a razor!

"Don't be so nervous, Colonel Rommel, if I can come in, there will be a way for me to come in.

Don't worry about your guards, they are fine.

It's just that they received orders from higher-ups not to disturb this conversation."

Rommel's eyes shrank to the size of a pinhead in an instant!

Higher level commands?

How high-rise?

Rommel was different from other Junker nobles in that he was born a commoner.

Rommel had heard some things about those high-level affairs, but after all, he had just been promoted not long ago and did not have many contacts with high-level officials.

Moreover, as a pure soldier, Rommel did not like to deal with those aristocrats who were full of stomachs.

Rommel wanted to use the razor in his hand to kill this guy with a mustache.

As a former excellent mountain infantryman, he was sure to succeed.

But with the knife in his hand, he didn't do that.

"Oh, that's a bit rude.

You can continue shaving and we’ll talk about it later, don’t worry.”

Adolf took off his gloves and held them in his hands, looking at Rommel's house with his hands behind his back.

"Then wait a moment." Rommel walked to the mirror and continued shaving his beard.

In this era, shaving had become part of the Prussian army's military code.

Every soldier must have a clean shave. The previous chief of general staff, Mao Qi, even had a clean shave on his head.

Ten years ago, the Prussian Army was still full of beards.

Soldiers and officers wore all kinds of strange beards, which they considered to be one of the hallmarks of masculinity.

And because the Germanic people are so hairy, many people even have beards all over their faces, making them look like hairy people from a distance.

Later, the European armies began to fully learn from the invincible Ming army.

From the organizational structure of the army, to walking in step, walking in step, to the personal image of soldiers, I learned everything.

At first, the Prussian soldiers didn't like shaving every day.

After all, beard is one of the male characteristics.

But later, everyone gradually got used to it and even liked shaving.

The reason is simple: I'm used to it.

Rommel finished shaving, wiped his face clean, and walked out of the bathroom again.

"Very energetic!" Adolf looked at Rommel and praised.

"Tell me, why did you come to my place? Ah...!"

"Adolf!"

"Yes, Mr. Adolf."

"Won't you ask me to sit down?"

"Oh, please sit down, Mr. Adolf."

Rommel himself didn't know why he asked this man he had never met to sit down.

"Are you from Württemberg?"

"Yes, Heidenheim."

“Heidenheim is a nice place. The scenery there is very charming!”

"Have you been there?"

"I went there during the last war, and I was injured and was treated in the hospital there for a period of time.

There I also received an Iron Cross."

"I have won it too!" Rommel was very proud of his achievement.

"I know that I subdued three Frenchmen with an unloaded rifle.

Therefore, you have not been promoted to captain yet.

It is not easy for people like us from civilian backgrounds to get such opportunities."

"Aren't you a noble?"

"no!

I was born in Austria, and my father is a customs officer. Your father is a middle school principal. In fact, our families are similar."

"You seem to know me very well?" Rommel stared at Adolf in front of him.

This person knew his past very well, but he knew nothing about this person.

"yes!

After reading your file, I admire your military exploits."

"Why did you come to me?"

Rommel decided to take advantage of it.

"Purpose……!

Purpose!

The purpose is to talk to you."

"What to talk about?"

"future!

About your future, my future, and the future of thousands of Prussians."

"I'm just a colonel!"

"

Our empire is facing an unprecedented crisis. This crisis will push the empire into an endless abyss!

The elderly will starve to death on the streets, and the children will become orphans, begging like beggars on the streets.

Women will be reduced to prostitutes and allowed to be bullied, and you, the best soldiers in the empire.

Either he would work as a coolie mining in the distant Far East, or he would die in battle.

These things happened in Prussia, which you love and are sworn to defend.

The reason I'm talking to you is to prevent all of this from happening.

If you are a person who only knows how to drink, play with women, and gamble, I will not come and say these things to you.

But you are loyal to this country and you have shed your blood for this country.

You love Prussia, you swore an oath under the military flag to fight for this country.

You are an excellent soldier!

Tell me, will you let this happen?

Will you let the Prussian Empire you love turn into a living hell?"

"You are alarmist! What are you going to do?" Rommel was stunned for a moment, then stood up and looked at Adolf with bright eyes.

"I came here to prevent this from happening.

Let me tell you, this is not alarmist, this is a fact that is about to happen.

Just a month ago, in Vyazma.

Hundreds of thousands of Prussia's best sons were brutally massacred by the Ming army.

Their bones are still there, and their souls have not returned to their hometowns.

Who on earth allowed them to die without a burial place?"

Adolf also stood up and stared at Rommel with wolf-like eyes.
To be continued...