Duke Winter was assassinated at the University of Berlin. This was not a grenade thrown into the toilet, but a nuclear bomb thrown into the toilet.

That’s a lot of shit!

"Hans!

This is our propaganda chief in Berlin, Paul Joseph Goebbels.

You can call him Paul!"

Adolf introduced this short guy wearing glasses.

Kong Tingxun looked up and down. No matter how he looked at it, this guy didn't look smart and capable.

He is short, probably only 1.5 meters tall. His face is full of wrinkles, like a little old man.

Perhaps the only thing that makes me look good is that my eyes are very bright and lively.

"Hello, Paul!" Regardless of whether he liked it or not, Kong Tingxun still stretched out his hand and shook hands with the director of the Propaganda Committee, who was a full head shorter than him.

"Hello!" Paul smiled shyly.

"Paul is a doctor from the University of Berlin!" With Adolf's poisonous eyes, he immediately saw the contempt in Kong Tingxun's heart.

"Doctor? What doctor?" Kong Tingxun asked with great interest.

"Philosophy!" Paul began.

"Zhe...!

Very good!" Kong Tingxun nodded helplessly.

The Ming Army Military Academy does not have a philosophy course.

Kong Tingxun still doesn’t understand what philosophy is.

Anyway, he felt that those guys who studied philosophy were similar to the old monks in the Ming Dynasty temple.

However, the person in front of me doesn't look like he has obtained a high-ranking monk.

On the other hand, those deeply sunken European-style eyes look a bit scary. When he looks at people, he looks very much like an elf in Western mythology.

"Tell me, Dr. Goebbels, what is your plan?" Adolf asked, looking at Goebbels.

"We have prepared a package plan, and the plan is here." Goebbels said, taking out a stack of plans.

Kong Tingxun took a look, what a guy, there are twenty or thirty pages!

Then Goebbels opened the curtain, revealing a large blackboard.

On it, the plan was densely written in Prussian.

The Prussian rigor is most vividly reflected in Dr. Goebbels.

Adolf and Kong Tingxun were sitting in their seats, listening to Dr. Goebbels' lecture like two good students.

Dr. Goebbels was worthy of his background in education. After the lecture, Kong Tingxun felt like a thorn in his back.

Oh my god!

This kind of person is simply a natural disaster.

Only now did Kong Tingxun know that the National Socialist Party under the leadership of Adolf had become so powerful.

In Berlin, it is possible to have such a large number of believers.

Early the next morning, the headlines of major newspapers in Berlin were all about Duke Winter's final speech at the University of Berlin.

The accompanying titles are all like: The Greatest Duke!

Leader of the Germans!

Such kind words as God’s messenger!

Incited by newspapers, countless people brought flowers to the Berlin Cathedral every day.

They placed flowers under the steps and lit candles at night to pray for Duke Winter.

According to the funeral etiquette, Duke Winter's coffin will be sent to Munich for burial.

In the past, this process would have taken a long time.

The carriage will carry Duke Winter through the country roads and return to Munich.

It's much better now. The coffin will be carried on an airship and then carried back to Munich by airship.

The whole process only takes two or three hours.

The carriage carrying Duke Winter's coffin drove out of the Brandenburg Gate and drove down Unter den Linden.

Duke Winter's coffin was covered with the Bavarian flag.

On both sides, sixteen guards with guns guarded the left and right.

There were four knights guarding each side of the carriage.

Countless Berlin citizens stood on both sides of the street.

With tears in their eyes, they watched the great Duke leave.

People kept sobbing, and the dry branches collided with each other under the cold wind, making a "crackling" sound, which added to the solemnity of the scene.

As a relative, Kong Tingxun followed the team on horseback.

Where the team passed, there was a policeman guarding every meter.

The well-behaved Berliners consciously stood on both sides.

Some people wiped their tears with handkerchiefs, and some simply sobbed softly.

Berliners expressed the greatest sorrow for the Duke of Bavaria.

The large group of people marched for one and a half kilometers and were about to step onto the Palace Bridge.

People on the roadside seemed to have received the signal, and many raised their hands and threw out large leaflets.

The leaflets flew away in the wind, and someone shouted: "Conspiracy!"

"The assassination of Duke Winter is a big conspiracy!"

"We want to avenge Duke Winter!"

...!

Voices rang out one after another, and the tens of thousands of people watching suddenly became confused.

Many people bent down to pick up flyers, and the police tried to catch those who threw them.

But there were people crouching down everywhere. The police accidentally kicked people and were quickly hit.

If one person falls, a whole group of people will be affected.

Soon, all those who threw flyers were gone.

But the police didn't even catch one of their hair.

The chaotic crowd did not attack the funeral procession.

Kong Tingxun had already read the contents of the flyer, but Richthofen had not.

When his entourage picked up the leaflet and handed it to him.

After only watching for a short while, Richthofen's expression immediately changed.

"Hey! Hans, it says that the Duke was assassinated politically.

It was the Hebrews who killed him!

Could this be true?" Richthofen knew that if this was true, Bavaria would probably go to war with Prussia first.

Everyone knows that Emperor Frederick had a very good relationship with the Hebrew banker Karl.

During these wars, Prussia borrowed war funds from Hebrew bankers such as Karl.

Also, Hebrew bankers were also the biggest buyers of those war bonds.

Now Duke Winter has died at the hands of the Hebrews, and the news has spread...!

Richthofen simply did not think about the consequences of this!

"This is not an obvious thing. The name of the man who blew up the Duke was La Pushburg.

If you think about it, most of the people named Berg are Hebrews.

I have never met that person, but I have seen his picture in the newspaper.

The standard Jewish big nose!

Only his body was blown to pieces, but I think his thing was not blown up.

I also bet he must have been circumcised."

Kong Tingxun followed the horse's steps and swayed.

"Damn it!
To be continued...