The General Staff of the Great General Staff in 1917 was really big. On the eve of World War I, the General Staff had a military chief (actually the deputy chief of staff), five military chiefs, 15 professional departments and an intelligence service team. Now, the General Staff, led by the best partners of Hindenburg and Rudendolf, has become a huge organization with many branches, and there is even a "image bureau" to manage the film industry in Germany.

At the same time, with the expansion of the General Staff’s staff, many young staff members were able to enter. Born in 1892, Hessman, who was only 25 years old this year, was one of them. Hessman’s smile was received in the spacious and bright office of the General Staff’s Central Office (handling personnel affairs). Hessman’s smile was very handsome, and he was also one of the recruits of the General Staff.

"Captain Hessmann, right? Hello, I am Captain Albert Kesseling, the Central Office's Staff."

Oh, you are the Nazi German Air Marshal Kesselin Hessman who was sentenced to death but was not executed. He thought about the other party's tragic fate in his heart, and his expression became heavy.

"Yes, I am Captain Ludwig von Hessman, and I am ordered to report to you."

"Sit, sit down." Keselin still smiled, as if he had just learned that he was going to be promoted to major.

"Okay, Captain." Hessman sat down on the chair opposite Kesseling's desk, and then looked at the big office for a little while - this was a large room with more than a dozen desks. Most of the desks were a joyful officer behind the desks. The phone ringing kept ringing, and sometimes the sound of a call came, which sounded very pleasant, as if everyone had won the grand prize.

"Has the frontline won the battle?" Hessman asked casually.

"No," Keselin smiled, "It's better than this... It's Russia! There's a revolution in Russia, and the Tsar is likely to have been overthrown! I think this is a major turning point!"

It was the February Revolution! Hessmann remembered that today was March 15, 1917, and the February Revolution in Russia (February of the Russian calendar) began on the 8th of this month. If history has not changed, Tsar Nicholas II will sign the declaration of abdication at midnight today.

"This is indeed a major turning point!" Hessmann just barely smiled a little because he knew that the same thing would happen in Germany on November 9 next year. The difference was that William II was able to escape to the Netherlands without falling into the hands of the workers and soldiers who revolted.

"Yes, I think your arrival is also related to Russia, right?" Captain Kesseling lowered his head and flipped through the notebook on the table, then asked with a smile, "The above wants me to confirm, are you proficient in Russian?"

"Yes, I speak Russian well." Hessman thought to himself, would he be sent to the Russian team of the Political Department to study Russian affairs? This is a leisurely job... He happened to take the opportunity to think carefully about how to defeat the US imperialists and win World War II.

"Do you still use radio?" Kesseling continued.

"Yes," Hessman replied, "I was in charge of this at the Communications Office of the 11th Army Command."

Hessman did have the skills to use radio stations in his memory. He received relevant training before the outbreak of the war. After the outbreak of the war, he was sent to the 11th Army Control Radio Station on the Eastern Front. It was not until last summer that he followed General Seckert, the chief of the Army's staff, to serve as a staff officer in the Austro-Hungarian Army. As a result, he was accidentally hit by an Austro-Hungarian artillery shell without eyes and became a concussion, and he also changed his soul...

"That's good," Keseling stood up. "Come with me, I'll take you to see the First Military Chief."

"First Military Chief!" Hessman was stunned for a moment, "Are you talking about the First Military Chief General Ludendolf?"

Kesering shrugged. "Yes, it's General Rudendolf! He needs a Prussian noble officer who is proficient in Russian and skilled in radio stations, with a rank that is better than the major. And you happen to be recuperating at Thossen. So..." He reached out to Hessman. "So, you are lucky, come with me quickly."

Will you be lucky? I don’t know what the mission is? Maybe you will get the opportunity to be promoted to major and take a more important job in the pocket defense force in the future. If you are lucky, you can be promoted to a lieutenant colonel before Hitler comes to power. In this way, after Germany restores its military equipment, you will have great hope of becoming a general-level officer, and you can still get the scepter of the marshal after working hard...

He followed Captain Kesseling, who was to be sentenced to death in history, and walked in the building of the General Staff. On the aisle, he saw many young officers wearing red trousers inlaid with lined trousers. They were elites of the German nation, and each of them had joy on their faces. Perhaps no one would have thought that the empire they had allegiance would be destroyed in more than a year, and he would not have thought that they would be humiliated to the second defeat in more than twenty years. Moreover, they would have been charged with the "fascist demon" by the winner, executed or carried humiliation for the rest of their lives.

What’s even more sad is that in the original history, the descendants of Germany would never be proud of them, the martyrs who once fought in the name of their motherland...

Hessman slowly grew a feeling that only he could save these pathetic Germans. This was probably his fate to travel through time and rebirth... If he didn't want to spend the rest of his life in prison, or be hung on the gallows, he had to find a way!

He followed Captain Keseling to the end of a corridor, with a closed door in front of it, and a desk outside the door, and a major adjutant with a shiny blonde hair was sitting behind the desk looking at some documents. He raised his head when he heard footsteps.

"Captain, is there anything wrong?" the blonde major recognized Keselin and asked with a smile, apparently he was also happy because of the revolution in Russia.

"Mr. Reinhart, is Your Excellency Admiral?"

"You are here just in time. The General has just returned from His Excellency the Marshal and is now in the office."

In the General Staff today, "His Excellency Marshal" is synonymous with Hindenburg. The later President Hindenburg is now the Chief of Staff, the immediate boss of General Rudendolf, and the most powerful person in Germany today (Emperor William II has been undermined by the General Staff), and Rudendolf is the second German figure after Hindenburg.

Captain Hessman followed Kesselin into the luxurious office of the German No. 2 boss and saluted at the old man with sparse white short hair and straight general uniform who was lying on his desk to study a map of the battlefield situation on the Eastern Front.

"Old General, Chief Secretary Keselin, report to you!" Keselin respectfully placed a folder on the Admiral's desk.

Ludendolf raised his head and revealed a very majestic face. His forehead was high, his eyes were sunken, his nose was straight as if it was carved, and there were monocles of glasses on the bridge of his nose. There was also a tightly closed mouth beneath the gray mustache, bent downwards on both sides.

The general glanced at Hessman, his eyes sharp, as if he wanted to see through the soul hidden in his body. Then he waved to Kesselin and let him leave the office without saying a word.

Now, only Rudendolph and Hessman are left in the huge office.

Could it be that there is any top secret mission? Hessman had noticed some abnormalities, but he was still standing straight and without a trace of expression on his face - this is the most standard posture of a Prussian officer.

Rudendolf still didn't speak, but opened the folder and looked carefully. I don't know how long it took to look, but a very majestic voice broke the silence.

"Captain Hessman, do you know the news of the Russian Revolution?"

It's indeed for Russia!

Hessman remained silent: "I already know."

This is not a military secret. Tomorrow morning, all German newspapers, big and small, will publish this inspiring good news on the front page.

"Don't you think this is good news?" the Admiral asked in a somber tone.

"This is 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." Hessman replied with certainty. He knew that the leaders of the Russian Provisional Government after the February Revolution came to power were not willing to negotiate with Germany at all - those guys were stupid guys who deserved to be captured and shot by the Bolsheviks!

Admiral Rudendolf's mouth curled slightly, and he showed a satisfied smile: "It seems that you have some research on the Russian issue."

Hessman did not deny that the German fans of later generations of the later generations certainly knew the red empire of the Soviet Union very well.

Rudendolf looked at Hessman, paused and asked again, "So, do you know Lenin?"

"Le...Lenin!" Hesman was stunned for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and blurted out: "Your Excellency, are you talking about the leader of the Russian Bolsheviks, Vladimir Ilyic Ulyanov?"
Chapter completed!