How many schools in Akka

Akado worked for three months and four days in his position as captain, and he received an appointment letter. When he boarded the train to Berlin, he still had some difficulty distinguishing between the southeast and the northwest. The so-called happiness came too fast, making him a little unbearable. He was a little inexplicable, and he couldn't think of why there was such an order in Berlin. He even promoted a newly promoted captain to become the real officer's last train, making him a new defense army major.

His promotion speed is arguably the fastest in German history. To a certain extent, it should be said that his rank promotion is completely illegal, but fortunately, he has good luck.

Because his last promotion was operated by a completely illegal interim government, the chaos caused by the interim government has not been completely healed until now. People are dealing with the aftermath of various coups, and no one cares about anyone. Mr. Lieutenant was promoted to captain.

After all, as many as 17 temporary ministers are waiting to be handled, and there are more than 20 major generals promoted, so the promotion of a lieutenant to captain is not a cause for concern.

And the reason for Lieutenant Akado's promotion to Captain is because of the praise of Colonel Kruzer, so Akado's promotion reason is sufficient, fully compliant with the promotion rules and regulations, completely reasonable, and legal.

On the contrary, this time Akado was promoted to major, so there are many points of discussion. For example, Akado's qualifications are too shallow, and he has just spent more than three months in the captain's seat. He has no merit and no outstanding performance. In the empty title of the gas prevention team, it can be said that it has been idle for three months.

However, this major's promotion was proposed by the newly appointed commander-in-chief, General Sickert. Of course, there were no unreasonable 250 objections. For a strange and strange promotion, everyone took a default attitude—maybe this is called Ah Cado's young man; is this Sickert's son? What do you do with this kind of business?

The treatment for becoming an official officer is different, and this is the heart of Berlin, Germany. Akato had just gotten off the train, and a sergeant stepped forward to salute. The heels of both feet were knocked together. The crunchy sound could be heard even in a noisy place such as a railway station: "Mr. Major, the headquarters garrison, Sergeant Gore, the guard camp, salutes you."

Akado was still not used to it. He raised his right hand subconsciously and returned to a military salute before saying, "Hello, Sergeant Gore, how many schools of Aka do I come from? I am going to report to the headquarters.

Sergeant Gore was a little confused. He came to pick up the number of schools in Akha and also showed his identity. As a result, the nervous major in front of him seemed to introduce himself again, and he was very cautious. This major was very interesting. There doesn't seem to be any chief's shelf, nor is there anything like an aristocrat. In short, this major is not far from the rumored illegitimate son of General Sickert... It's like a farmer in the countryside.

As he walked out of the station, Akado adapted himself to his new identity. A black car drove through the crowded streets and cut through the dense crowd. Akado, sitting in the back, looked at the two tall buildings and listened. The eloquent Sergeant Gore introduced the local customs of Berlin, or we listened to him complain about the "Peace of Versailles."

The car stopped in front of the building's courtyard gate, and two German soldiers with rifles came over, saluted a military salute, and extended their hands to the car window: "Sir, this is the headquarters of the National Defense Forces; please show you documents."

Rolling down the car window, Akado handed out his ID and walked under the soldier's armpit to see a metal sign hung on the side post, with the words "German Defense Forces Headquarters" in beautiful fonts.

The soldier looked at the document, returned it to Akado, and then saluted another military salute: "Welcome, Mr. Major." When he had finished, he stepped aside and motioned to let go.

The railing at the door rose slowly, the car shook again, and Akado took a deep breath, finally letting himself come here. Here is your stage, a great stage for realizing your dream of the Third Reich.

"How many schools in Akka welcome you? General Sickert is waiting for you; please drop your things and come with me." Outside the office of General Sickert, a very burly female secretary was holding coffee. I was teasing a maid who was in charge of cleaning up the ground. After seeing Akado, who came in, he put down the glass and waved his hand to signal that Sergeant Gore, who came in with Akado, went out. Then he said, "You have seen the luckiest person in the world."

Are you lucky? Akado touched his nose and showed a bit of a wry smile. The 21-year-old major can indeed be said to be very lucky, but now that the big mess of De Fang is tricky enough, he is confident that this headquarters can Apart from him, few people have the ability to take over.

"You know me?" Akado asked casually. Everyone here seemed to know him, but he didn't.

"I'm Lieutenant Grace, General Secretary of Sickert. You can be said to have become a celebrity at the headquarters recently, so I think many people here know you. But now you know me!" Grace smiled, revealing the sturdiness and ability of the German women.

Grace walked to General Sickert's office and gently knocked on the door after seeing Akado place his briefcase on the sofa next to the door.

"Come in!" A voice sounded inside, and Akado didn't hear it through the door, but Grace heard it and pushed open the door of the office.

There is a large writing desk directly inside, which is very big and a little big and somehow inexplicable. It seems that this is indeed the headquarters of the German Wehrmacht, and even the table is the largest in Germany. Akado miscalculated: Will it be larger than Mr. President's table?

Admiral Hickett heard the sound of Akado coming in and raised his head. He had a Prussian flag beard and smiled at the cramped Akado, reaching for the single-eye lens that was clipped to the right eye. picked it off.

"It's you!" Akado subconsciously screamed. He was a little confused. He had seen a middle-aged man in his fifties. He was on the train that was going to Hamburg on that day. The middle-aged man was sitting opposite him.

"Yes, it's me." "Now I know why I called you to me?" said General Sickert, putting the lens in his hand on the table, standing up, and stretching out a lazy waist.

"I still don't know; you might as well tell me directly." Akado didn't know why the supreme boss in front of him would bring him here.

"I think what you said on the train is right, so I found you and hope you can be my assistant." Sickert said outspokenly, "I need someone like you to revitalize Great Britain's future."

"Everyone will shout, Mr. General, how do you make sure that I am the kind of person you need?" Akado ended his embarrassment and asked, staring at General Siket.

"Young man, I have lived for most of my life." "If no one can understand, how could it be possible to achieve this position?" Sickert pointed arrogantly at the chair he had just sat next to with a ridiculous tone. Continue to say: "Are you not confident in your abilities, or do you think I'm wrong?"

"Mr. General, IMHO, there is no one more suitable than me in this building!" "You have found a treasure for the German team!" Akkadori stood upright and spoke confidently.

"Don't be so sure, Mr. Major; if you are not competent, I will get you out of my army! In addition, I don't want you to be boastful. "What I need are really capable people!" Siket pointed to the front. A stack of documents, staring at Akado sharply, said, "This is the test!"

Akado stepped forward, picked up the document, and read it carefully. On the first page, he wrote a line of bold words: "Reorganization Plan of the 1st Division of the German

"Talk about your opinion; how many schools are in Aka?" Walking to the side of the sofa, General Sickert sat down, tilted Erlang's legs, picked up the glass above, put a sip in his mouth, and issued Squeak.

"General, if it is to deal with future wars, I think we need a tank force! Once you have a tank, you can join the "tank force!" Akado stated after turning two pages.

"The Treaty of Versailles does not allow us to own tanks." You know this! "Why do you say that?" Sickert asked as he lowered his eyes.

The corner of Akado's mouth was slightly tilted upward: "Then we will bypass the Versailles Peace Treaty." "I think you are the same as your general, right?"

"Continue!" Sickert said, holding his chin in one hand and frowning. He felt a little inspiration, and something flashed through his mind.

Akado pointed to the plan and said, "This unit should be equipped with at least 60 large-caliber artillery pieces." The infantry with insufficient capacity is temporarily equipped with bicycles. The secret training personnel simulates tank troops. Although we do not have tanks, we can use them. To simulate a tank, the canvas is wrapped around a car.

"According to your expectations, how much combat power does this division have?" Sickert asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Fighting power?" Akado proudly tapped the plan on the coffee table with his fingers and said contemptuously: "This division can at least tear the line of defense between the two armies."

"Go to the suburbs, find Major General Harmon, and tell him what I mean—you go supervise the reorganization of the first division!" Sickert stood up: "A month later, I want to see the new first division of the National Defense Force!"