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Epilogue (4) Twenty Years' Covenant

Congressional elections, Ludendorf mutiny, Navy sailors quelled the rebellion, in the first few days of August 1917, the political climate in Berlin was unpredictable, and this fateful drama happened in a dim confinement room at the Berlin Gendarmerie Command.

This confinement room of less than ten square meters was originally intended for Imperial Army officers and soldiers who violated military discipline. However, in the Berlin mutiny and the later counter-insurgency battle, its functions were infinitely magnified, and it became the "prisoner" of the commander-in-chief Hindenburg and the reception room of the naval leader Heidi Sileme.

Before dawn on August 5, Silame ended a secret meeting called "Silme Talk" by historians. Accompanied by pale chandeliers and repeated echoes, Silame proposed three major peace principles: "national interests are above everything", "soldiers do not interfere in politics" and "long-term democracy and peace".

The so-called "national interests are above everything else" means that before the war is completely over, the country maintains a state of war to win the war. After the war is over, "soldiers do not interfere in politics", and the army will completely withdraw from the imperial political life and reorganize it into the German Wehrmacht to achieve "long-term democracy and peace."

The three core principles known as the "Silem Program" were recognized by Marshal Hindenburg and President Albert. In the second half of the 20th century, the German Republic, which dominated the world with the United States, was born in this wet and dirty corner of Berlin. Modern German history also sprouted and took root at this moment, and a new chapter was completely opened at a certain moment twenty years later.

At that time, the Germans did not deeply realize the value of this secret conversation. Perhaps they had noticed it, but they still looked down on Heidi Sileme, who was hailed as the "greatest figure of the 20th century".

When the sky was bright, the gate of the Gendarmerie Command's Yousen confinement room was opened again. The Navy Sailors who were responsible for guarding the aisle only wanted to look at the naval leader with respect. One-armed general Wolfgang Weigener only felt that Sireme led the navy to do something that his ancestors dared not think or do. As for the navy's profound influence and dominance of Germany's future direction, Weigener certainly hoped but did not dare to ask for too much.

Marshal Hindenburg was the first big boss to leave the Berlin Military Police Command. In Wegener's memory, the black car carrying Marshal Hindenburg turned around in the open space in front of the military police command building, passed through the Brandenburg Gate, which stood the goddess of victory, and disappeared deep into the street under the Bodhi tree. Silame and Albert stood in front of the steps outside the Berlin Military Police Command building, watching the car with an army license plate gradually moving away and remain silent for a long time.

"Silem, many people say Hindenburg is not a good leader. But he is the one who is the best time for the German Empire, isn't he?"

Wegener could see that Silame and Albert were testing each other's bottom line, and it was obvious that Silame was the winner of this silent confrontation.

About ten minutes later, Albert spoke first. He withdrew his gaze from the Brandenburg Gate. His eyes stayed on Sireme Gujing Bubo's face for a few seconds, and found that he could not tell the inner ups and downs of the naval leader, and finally he flew away. He finally stood in the place where the rising sun in Berlin was rising.

"Mr. Albert. I really can't imagine a proletarian revolutionary who spends his best time in his life and devotes his life to saving the exploited working people and realizing socialism will never forget the German Empire at this moment when the imperial system died..."

After walking out of the lockdown room, Silame, who was chatting and laughing at the negotiating table, disappeared, replaced by a typical German soldier, stereotypical, rational, and taciturn.

Silame teased Workers' Party leader Albert indifferently, and his tone was not very stiff, but he could not hide the alienation and ridicule in and out of words.

In fact, in Germany, not only Sileme maintains a negative view of Albert, but also maintains the same view within the Workers' Party. If Albert's supporters regard Albert's glorious path as outright pragmatism, then it would be a bit shocking to use Keel's rebellion to rebel tens of thousands of Workers' Party elites, betray comrade Blunt, and reach a tacit understanding with the dictator's representative Rudendolf, these methods are a little shocking.

Albert was able to extract what he wanted from Silame's ridicule, at least the one-armed general Wegener understood it. After all, Silame once again refuted the need for the continued existence of the German Empire in front of Albert. However, Albert's expression was really surprising. As soon as Silame finished speaking, Albert's tired face was full of embarrassment and surprises, and there was a lot of self-deprecating meaning in his words.

It was not until after the end of World War I, during the break in the Amsterdam negotiations, that the last armed rebellion in modern Germany was bloodyly suppressed by the "Gendarmerie Cabinet" led by Albert with thunder. Only one-armed general Weigener, who was frightened by Albert's iron-blooded wrist, could understand Albert's mood at that time.

Albert glanced at Silame deeply, walked down the steps in front of the gendarmerie headquarters building without saying a word, and touched the car's door with one hand.

The door of the retro sedan was half opened, and Albert, who had already stepped on the sedan, suddenly stopped and turned his head to ask according to the half-open door:

"General, do you really think the German Empire is dead?"

The air in front of the gendarmerie headquarters building suddenly solidified. Even General Wegener, who could calm down even when facing Jutland's blood and fire, couldn't help but open his mouth wide and let out a scream.

"'National interests are above everything else' makes me dare not forget the empire, but the war will eventually end, and 'long-term democracy and peace' will sooner or later become the mainstream of the times..."

Silame leaned against the carved cylinder in front of the building, tilted his head to look at Albert with a serious face, and replied slowly.

"General, I know you don't believe me, because no matter how you look at it, I am more like a political broker than a responsible politician, but I still want to say something..." Albert pointed to the German Empire flag that was still flying high at the top of the military police headquarters, and said lightly: "Please don't underestimate the hardships from the Empire to the Republic..."
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