9

Hall Riot (2)

"I never thought they would betray me..."

"The police station was also taken away. "I took out all the weapons that were there, but…"

"The morale of the storm troopers is incredible."

"What are you going to do now?"

Röhm, who was quietly smoking a cigarette with a stiff expression on his face, asked me. The others also looked at me, wanting an answer.

"It's all my fault."

I quietly closed my eyes and placed my hand on my chest, pretending to feel guilty about what had gone wrong.

"I backed off too much. The idea was to keep them from going anywhere because they might betray us... but they acted so complacent that it was stupid. "I'm sorry."

"Now, you don't need to apologize. "Because it was something none of us expected."

When I apologized, Roem threw up his hands in embarrassment.

"Shrek, Maurice. "I have a favor to ask of you."

"Please speak, Mr. Party Leader."

"You guys take the wounded to the hospital."

"The leader of the party..."

"Don't worry about me, come on."

Shrek and Maurice left with worried faces.

"Goering, Hess."

"Yes, party leader."

"You guys take your important documents and go to Hanfstangle. "Everyone else goes with me."

***

November 9th at 11:30 am.

I marched at the head with the leading party officials, including the Röhm and Strasser brothers and Ludendorff.

Stormtroopers and party members followed us, armed. Passers-by stopped and watched our procession in silence.

We marched through the square in front of City Hall and in front of the military headquarters building.

"Stop, stop!"

"Don't move!"

Armed military troops were camped in front of the military headquarters. Dozens of guns were pointed straight ahead, waiting for the order to fire.

An officer on horseback, who appeared to be a commander, shouted through a loudspeaker.

"Tell the rebels. Hear all rebels. You are criminals who rioted illegally. Disband immediately-"

"gibberish!"

The officer seemed embarrassed by my shouting and put down the loudspeaker for a moment. I shouted without wasting time.

"We are rebels? A riot? Who said that?

We just stood up for our cause! They took action to drive out a group of traitors from Berlin who betrayed the German people and only cared about their own safety while ignoring the reality the people were facing, and to return the rights of this country to its original owners, the people!

As fellow Germans, you probably know what we want to say. So don't stop us."

After speaking, I formed a scrum with my comrades on both sides.

The soldiers became agitated when they saw us walking in a scrum, refusing to back down even after seeing the muzzles of our guns.

However, the officer was adamant.

"firing!"

As soon as the sound of firing was heard, dozens of gun barrels opened fire at once. At the same time, I felt the body of my friend next to me go limp.

"It's big."

Otto Strasser collapsed, bleeding from the mouth.

The blood that flowed from his chest where the bullet had lodged made his coat red.

"retreat! "Retreat!"

"Everyone get back!"

The storm troopers also fired and knocked down several soldiers, but the situation was irreversible.

Ulrich Graf, my bodyguard on the far right, jumped out in front of me and shouted.

"Shoot, you bastards! Hitler, in front of His Excellency Ludendorff!"

Even after being shot in the thigh, Graf screamed and resisted with all his might.

I picked him up and hurriedly dragged him back. Ludendorff stood still with a vain look on his face.

"Hey guys! Graf, take this guy to the hospital!"

"All right!"

Two stormtroopers rushed over and helped Graf. I ran forward again.

Gregor was standing next to his already dead brother. He looked at me and shook his head as if he was wrong now.

I didn't know if it meant my younger brother had died or if things had gone wrong.

"It's over there! "It's Hitler!"

"Stay still!"

"Gotcha, guy!"

***

I, Gregor Strasse, and Ludendorff were arrested on the spot.

Otto Strasser died, and Röhm, Hess, Schreck, and Maurice fled with party officials and were arrested by the police.

Hanfstängl was not arrested as he was deemed not to have anything to do with this incident.

In Göring's case, he fled to Sweden, where his wife's family was.

I was imprisoned in solitary confinement in Landsberg Prison.

There was no heating, and only two meals a day were provided: boiled potatoes and porridge that had cooled down and become as hard as a rock.

It was a little better than the meal I had when I was rolling in the trenches on the Western Front, but it was a very disappointing meal for me, who was used to warm dishes. Every time that happened, I hypnotized myself and endured.

Haven't you already experienced this once?

It's part of the plan anyway. You just have to hold on a little longer. little bit more.

***

The year changed and it became 1924.

On February 24th, when winter was coming to an end,

I was sent to the Munich court to stand trial.

The front of the courthouse was crowded with reporters and onlookers who came after hearing the news.

"Mr. Hitler? "Tell me a little about the incident."

"Is it true that you threatened the governor with a pistol?"

"Mr. Hitler, just one word please!"

While the police officers escorting me desperately tried to block the crowd of reporters, I kept my mouth shut and walked in silence.

As we entered the courtroom, camera reporters fired their flashes all at once.

Ludendorff, Röhm, Hess, Strasser, Schreck, Maurice and other arrested colleagues were sitting in the courtroom.

After briefly greeting them, I sat down.

"Let the trial begin."

I looked up at the judge. I was just wondering, but luckily it was a familiar face.

Judge Georg von Neidhardt.

Even in history, he was the judge in charge of Hitler's trial. I was worried about what would happen if someone else took charge of the trial, but I guess my worry was for nothing.

"Defendant Adolf Hitler, you are charged with treason."

As the prosecutor began to speak, the once chaotic hall became quiet.

"Let me ask you something first. It has been confirmed that the defendant was born in Austria, not Germany. Which country is the defendant from? "Please state the exact nationality of the defendant."

It's started.

"Prosecutor, I'm sorry, but the question is vague and I don't understand."

"The question is vague? What do you mean?"

"That's literally it. "Does the nationality you just mentioned refer to the few letters written on the document you are holding, or to the blood flowing through my body?"

After I finished speaking, I looked at Nighthart's face. Perhaps surprised by the completely unexpected remark, I relaxed my hand from around his chin.

"······That's a completely unexpected answer. Okay, change the question. Does the defendant maintain his innocence?"

"no."

"?"

"I am guilty."

When he admitted guilt, the room became noisy again.

The judge asked questions directly on behalf of the prosecutor.

"Guilty? "Are you sincere?"

"Yes, your honor."

"Why?"

"You failed to carry out the will of the people and caused the death of innocent comrades, so what are you if you are not guilty?"

"Keep talking. "I will listen and decide."

"Judge, this is the court. The defendant had nothing to do with the trial-"

The prosecutor protested, but Nighthardt raised his hand to stop him.

Things are going smoothly.

"Let me ask you all. If you retrieve something from a robber who stole it, is that person a thief?

We were betrayed in 1918. From those who are our leaders.

They betrayed the blood and effort of our people. The deaths of countless young people and the joys and sorrows of their families were made in vain!

I wanted to regain the people's rights from those in power. Furthermore, we wanted to make Germany great again, which is our country's legitimate right.

But I didn't achieve anything. The revolution failed, and I dashed the hopes of the German people who supported me.

Therefore, I am guilty."

Almost everyone in the courtroom stood up and applauded. Even judges.

***

After that, it was like a breeze.

Neithardt, who had already fallen in love with me, allowed me unlimited arguments, and the courtroom instantly turned into a party meeting.

I gave a speech as if I was shouting to the audience in the courtroom.

"The governor of Bavaria, Karl, promised me unlimited support and declared that he would join the revolution! But I became the defendant, and he became an audience member.

If I am guilty, why is he innocent? What could be the reason? If those who betrayed the aspirations of the German people were innocent, no one would stand up for justice!"

"Everyone, think about it! The sight of Germany washing away the wounds of defeat, rising again, and dominating the world!

The German flag is waving again in Alsace and Lorraine, and East Prussia is once again connected by land!

It is not a vain, unattainable delusion. "It is a natural right that German citizens should enjoy and a spectacle that should exist in the world!"

"I have been fighting on the front lines for the past four years. He fought so bravely that he was awarded the Iron Cross.

Some people saw the Iron Cross on my chest and praised me as a hero.

But I don't consider myself a hero.

I am not a hero, I can't be a hero, and I don't intend to be one. There are real heroes.

The millions of comrades who fell in the fields, seas, trenches, and mud during the four years of war are true heroes.

Without their sacrifices, the country called Germany today would not exist.

Berlin's politicians refuse to acknowledge the reality that their lives are maintained thanks to their sacrifices. The only thing on their minds is to suck the blood of the people and maintain their power.

Are you going to just sit back and watch as they continue to rule this country?

Or will we all rise together and rebuild this country with the power of the true people?"

Every time the speech ended, the court became a melting pot of excitement.

Only a few audience members who were presumed to be Communist Party supporters and the prosecutor were sitting with sullen expressions, but almost everyone stood up and clapped and cheered, chanting my name.

"Hitler! Hitler! Hitler!"

Suddenly, I realized that those shouts calling me Hitler were no longer awkward at all.

Before I knew it, I was feeling joy at the sound of people cheering.