What is the long term but a succession of short terms?
Besides one can accomplish a great deal in three years, especially if the economy starts to pick up.
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Besides one can accomplish a great deal in three years, especially if the economy starts to pick up.
Bearing in mind that Luddendorff created the nightmare that Germany is sunk in now, it's quite proper that he's called to sort it out... 
yourworstnightm: Anything is possible in 1930s Germany
Ciryandor: That is von Schleicher's hope, but it remains to be seen whether it will work.
Tommy4ever: Yes, but they don't know that in 1930
Raaritsgozilla: Glad to have you aboard.
El Pip: Very well put. Plus, it might actually be longer than three years...
Kurt_Steiner: Well, that's all a matter of perspective. To Ludendorff, it was the Reds who betrayed Germany at home.
Ciryandor: Very true, he serves as a nice bridge between the old Hindenburg and the younger......
Time for another update. As I'm feeling rather inspired today, I hope to have another one up later.
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November 11, 1930
“Here they come!” The police captain nodded to Ferdinand Hartmann, who turned to the men behind him and motioned for them to move forward. At once, a line of Berlin Police and Stahlhelm volunteers formed across Friedrichstraße, and silently stared at the enormous protest march approaching them. The march seemed to be disorderly, but what they lacked in order, they made up for in numbers. They waved red banners, carried red signs with anti-war slogans, and chanted for the end to imperialism and capitalism. Hartmann felt his anger rising at these mongrels, but his anger was soon replaced by complete shock.
At the head of the march, carrying a banner which read Workers of the World Unite! were a group of uniformed men wearing red armbands. At the center of them were two men which Hartmann recognized as two of the leaders of the Communist Party, Ernst Thälmann and Willy Leow.
Ernst Thalmänn and Willy Leow leading a march of the Communist Rot Front.
“Ferdi, am I going crazy? Is that who I think it is?” Hartmann looked over to see his second-in-command, Fritz Strauss, mouth agape.
“Yes, Fritz, it’s them. Thälmann and Leow. Good God, this must be the entire Communist Party marching at us.”
Not more than a few meters from the line of police and Stahlhelm, the Communists halted. Thälmann looked mildly amused at the terribly outnumbered group blocking their path, while Leow scowled as if he wished to personally crack the skull of every Stahlhelm member.
“Well, well, Willy,” said Thälmann. “It looks as if Progress has hit another roadblock.” Leow merely grunted in response, and held his one fist high above his head. At that, a swarm of Rot Front members emerged like ants from the chaos of the march, and stood behind their leaders. “No matter,” continued Thälmann. “No roadblock has stopped us thus far. Neither shall this one.”
“You are hereby informed that you do not have a permit for assembly, and you are to immediately cease this assembly and disperse.” The police captain spoke nervously, as Thälmann chuckled and Leow cracked his knuckles as loudly as possible. “Failure to cooperate will result in your immediate arrest and detainment.”
“You’re going to arrest all of us?” said Thälmann. With that, his comrades burst into laughter, which was only cut off by Hartmann’s furious shout.
“Go home, you damned Red. Actually, do us one better, and get the hell out of my beloved Germany. Take a vacation to Russia and see how your workers’ paradise really is. With luck, you’ll starve to death!” The Stahlhelm cheered at Ferdinand’s words; someone in the group raised an Imperial banner and furiously began waving it back and forth.
The smile faded from Thälmann’s face instantly. “So, I take it you won’t submit peacefully to Progress? Very well then.” He nodded to Leow, who took out a night stick and motioned to the rest of his fighters, who took out their own weapons. Brandishing their crude clubs, the Communists charged the opposing force.
“Mein Gott, I’ve got a terrible feeling about this, Ferdi.”
“Relax, Fritz, don’t you know that this is the proper way to celebrate the Armistice?”
Ferdinand’s humor died almost instantly when he had to dodge a club whistling at his head. Standing back up, he saw it was Leow who was trying to club him. Damn it, of course I have to have a uniform which identifies me as leader. He punched the Communist in the face and pushed him back, in order to get a view of his surroundings. Things weren’t looking good.
The greater number of Communists enabled them to punch through the line fairly easily. Now, many of the policemen and Stahlhelm were being attacked from all directions by the Communists. He knew it was no use; as much as it bothered him, he would have to give the street to the Communists.
“Everyone, pull back!”
He watched as his men tried to disengage and withdraw down sidestreets. The young man carrying the Imperial Banner took a club straight in the stomach and staggering, dropped it.
“Fritz! The flag! Get the flag!”
Covering his friend and assisting the man who had just been hit, Ferdinand watched as he ran and picked up the banner, before sprinting away in the other direction. Ferdinand sighed with relief. He could only imagine the things these Reds would do to his beloved flag if they got their hands on it.
Calling out to his men, he ordered them to assemble four blocks over. The Reds may have gotten this one street, but they wouldn’t have them all.
Ciryandor: That is von Schleicher's hope, but it remains to be seen whether it will work.
Tommy4ever: Yes, but they don't know that in 1930
Raaritsgozilla: Glad to have you aboard.
El Pip: Very well put. Plus, it might actually be longer than three years...
Kurt_Steiner: Well, that's all a matter of perspective. To Ludendorff, it was the Reds who betrayed Germany at home.
Ciryandor: Very true, he serves as a nice bridge between the old Hindenburg and the younger......
Time for another update. As I'm feeling rather inspired today, I hope to have another one up later.
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November 11, 1930
“Here they come!” The police captain nodded to Ferdinand Hartmann, who turned to the men behind him and motioned for them to move forward. At once, a line of Berlin Police and Stahlhelm volunteers formed across Friedrichstraße, and silently stared at the enormous protest march approaching them. The march seemed to be disorderly, but what they lacked in order, they made up for in numbers. They waved red banners, carried red signs with anti-war slogans, and chanted for the end to imperialism and capitalism. Hartmann felt his anger rising at these mongrels, but his anger was soon replaced by complete shock.
At the head of the march, carrying a banner which read Workers of the World Unite! were a group of uniformed men wearing red armbands. At the center of them were two men which Hartmann recognized as two of the leaders of the Communist Party, Ernst Thälmann and Willy Leow.
Ernst Thalmänn and Willy Leow leading a march of the Communist Rot Front.
“Yes, Fritz, it’s them. Thälmann and Leow. Good God, this must be the entire Communist Party marching at us.”
Not more than a few meters from the line of police and Stahlhelm, the Communists halted. Thälmann looked mildly amused at the terribly outnumbered group blocking their path, while Leow scowled as if he wished to personally crack the skull of every Stahlhelm member.
“Well, well, Willy,” said Thälmann. “It looks as if Progress has hit another roadblock.” Leow merely grunted in response, and held his one fist high above his head. At that, a swarm of Rot Front members emerged like ants from the chaos of the march, and stood behind their leaders. “No matter,” continued Thälmann. “No roadblock has stopped us thus far. Neither shall this one.”
“You are hereby informed that you do not have a permit for assembly, and you are to immediately cease this assembly and disperse.” The police captain spoke nervously, as Thälmann chuckled and Leow cracked his knuckles as loudly as possible. “Failure to cooperate will result in your immediate arrest and detainment.”
“You’re going to arrest all of us?” said Thälmann. With that, his comrades burst into laughter, which was only cut off by Hartmann’s furious shout.
“Go home, you damned Red. Actually, do us one better, and get the hell out of my beloved Germany. Take a vacation to Russia and see how your workers’ paradise really is. With luck, you’ll starve to death!” The Stahlhelm cheered at Ferdinand’s words; someone in the group raised an Imperial banner and furiously began waving it back and forth.
The smile faded from Thälmann’s face instantly. “So, I take it you won’t submit peacefully to Progress? Very well then.” He nodded to Leow, who took out a night stick and motioned to the rest of his fighters, who took out their own weapons. Brandishing their crude clubs, the Communists charged the opposing force.
“Mein Gott, I’ve got a terrible feeling about this, Ferdi.”
“Relax, Fritz, don’t you know that this is the proper way to celebrate the Armistice?”
Ferdinand’s humor died almost instantly when he had to dodge a club whistling at his head. Standing back up, he saw it was Leow who was trying to club him. Damn it, of course I have to have a uniform which identifies me as leader. He punched the Communist in the face and pushed him back, in order to get a view of his surroundings. Things weren’t looking good.
The greater number of Communists enabled them to punch through the line fairly easily. Now, many of the policemen and Stahlhelm were being attacked from all directions by the Communists. He knew it was no use; as much as it bothered him, he would have to give the street to the Communists.
“Everyone, pull back!”
He watched as his men tried to disengage and withdraw down sidestreets. The young man carrying the Imperial Banner took a club straight in the stomach and staggering, dropped it.
“Fritz! The flag! Get the flag!”
Covering his friend and assisting the man who had just been hit, Ferdinand watched as he ran and picked up the banner, before sprinting away in the other direction. Ferdinand sighed with relief. He could only imagine the things these Reds would do to his beloved flag if they got their hands on it.
Calling out to his men, he ordered them to assemble four blocks over. The Reds may have gotten this one street, but they wouldn’t have them all.
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This really is an engaging and well-written AAR.
My only objection is the handling of von Schleicher's plan. Would he really give such an order over the phone, a secure line or not?
My only objection is the handling of von Schleicher's plan. Would he really give such an order over the phone, a secure line or not?
Thank you. And to be honest about the phone call thing, I doubt it, but at that point I had so many ideas in my head that I didn't want to waste time with him in a full-blown meeting. I figured that him giving the order quickly would allow me to move on to bigger and better things.
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First off I approve of phone based orders as a plot device, no point describing a full meeting if it serves no other purpose.
On the update, the Communist march looks worrying though if it can be fought off hopefully the Reds will have shot their bolt and can be deported to Russia to stave in the gulag.
On the update, the Communist march looks worrying though if it can be fought off hopefully the Reds will have shot their bolt and can be deported to Russia to stave in the gulag.
Hrm. A parliamentary democracy is too much to hope for methinks, but anything is better than brown or red dictatorship. Field Grey is somewhat better.
And to be honest about the phone call thing, I doubt it, but at that point I had so many ideas in my head that I didn't want to waste time with him in a full-blown meeting. I figured that him giving the order quickly would allow me to move on to bigger and better things.
I must admit that I don't see how this couldn't have been carried out through a short description of a more normal meeting between the two (a couple of hundred words max) with the plot coming at the end of it.
After all, the meeting wouldn't be scheduled under the title "Social Democrat Centrists - How to assassinate them", would it?
Oh well, onwards!
This is Germany we're talking about. Quite aside from the love of paperwork this is the country where people thought the best code name for a single beam radar system was 'Odin'.
I thus think they quite likely would have minuted the meeting and labelled it just as you described.
Ah Teutonic efficiencyThis is Germany we're talking about. Quite aside from the love of paperwork this is the country where people thought the best code name for a single beam radar system was 'Odin'.
I thus think they quite likely would have minuted the meeting and labelled it just as you described.
Tommy4ever: One can only hope the Red Tide will be held back.
El Pip: I approve of your approval of phone based orders as plot devices
trekaddict: It's only 1930, my friend. A lot can still happen before the game even begins
Eams & El Pip: Von Bredow is Head of Military Intelligence, which would make it all the more entertaining for him to be leading Operation Social Democrat Centrists - How to assassinate them
Anyway, here's another update. A long one, and a lot happens, so get ready...
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November 11, 1930
Berlin
Gerhardt Trapp looked out the window of his apartment and shook his head. Group after group had marched by, and here he was, doing nothing. The Reichsbanner traditionally didn’t participate in the Armistice Day “festivities”, because the two sides were the reactionaries protesting the Treaty and the Communists protesting the whole war. Sure, some of the far left members of the Reichsbanner may have gone to the Communist marches on their own, but the majority were like Gerhardt, sitting at home. Still, something made him uneasy about it all. He would much rather be protecting the stability of the city, even if it meant he would be standing alongside the reactionary Stahlhelm and the police. Orders were orders, though.
“You’ve been looking out there forever. Are you alright?” Gerhardt looked over and smiled at Gia, who had joined him by the window. “I’m fine,” he said, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. “I just hate having nothing to do.”
“You’re better off not being out there.” As she spoke, a group of battered Communists who had been staggering down the street sprinted into an alleyway to avoid a truck full of policemen.
“The Communists have decided to stage huge protests all over the country, to demonstrate just how powerful a force they really are. As if this proves anything!” Far out in the city, wisps of smoke were beginning to rise into the blue sky; a fire had surely been set, and more would certainly follow. It would only be a matter of time until Gerhardt was called out with the Fire Brigade to deal with them.
Gia looked at him as the smile gradually faded from her face. His blue eyes were filled with worry, something she wasn’t used to and which made her uneasy. “You need to stop worrying. Today will go by just like any other. Tomorrow, we’ll still be here.” He sighed and looked down at her. “You’re right.” Her dark brown eyes looked back up at him, twinkling. Gerhardt could see the worry in her eyes, but he could see so much more: love, desire, longing. He turned and pulled her even closer, and although her breathing quickened slightly, she didn’t object. I’ll never abandon you, he thought to himself, looking down into those beautiful eyes. No matter what happens and who wins, I’ll always be here to protect you.
There, in that small apartment in Berlin, the couple kissed. Screw the Communists, and the Nazis, thought Gerhardt. They’ll get what’s coming to them. But it would have to happen in good time. Tonight, the Reds could have their fun. Tomorrow would be a new day. Tonight, though, Gerhardt put them out of his head and focused on the one he loved.
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November 12, 1930
Berlin
“Gerhardt, get to the meeting hall now!” Gerhardt had been woken up by the phone, and now listened to the worried voice of Fedor Holzherr, his friend.
“What? What’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you when you get here. Just get your ass down here now, it’s important!”
“Alright, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
As he began to put on his uniform, Gia rolled over in bed and looked over at him. “Where are you going?”
“I have to meet up with the group. Apparently big things are happening. I’ll call you if anything major is happening. Other than that, listen to the radio. I’ll be home later, ok?” Giving her a kiss goodbye, he dashed out of the apartment.
“What’s going on?” Gerhardt almost yelled as he burst into the bar where the Reichsbanner held their meetings. Most of the men were huddled around a radio, while Fedor was looking at the top of the bar. Across it, every newspaper to be found in Berlin was laid out, broadcasting their headlines. “My God…” whispered Gerhardt. His heart sank as he read them.
THÄLMANN EMBOLDENED BY MARCHES; DECLARES BEGINNING OF GERMAN REVOLUTION
WORKERS OF THE WORLD UNITED IN UPRISINGS ACROSS EUROPEAN CITIES
GERMAN COMMUNIST PARTY DECLARES ITSELF ONLY LEGITIMATE PARTY IN GERMANY
ROT FRONT DEFEATS OPPONENTS IN THE STREETS OF GERMAN CITIES
REDS DECLARE INTENTIONS; EUROPE IN TURMOIL
COMMUNISTS HOPE TO GAIN PEACE BY WAGING WAR AGAINST GOVERNMENT
“I know.” said Fedor. “I can’t believe it. All in one day.”
Looking up from the dismal news, Gerhardt looked over at the men around the radio. “What are they doing?”
“Listening to the broadcast from the emergency meeting of the Reichstag.”
Gerhardt found himself laughing cynically. As bad as things were here, he couldn’t imagine how it must be within the German Parliament.
“Order, order!” bellowed Brüning, but to no avail. At last, the chaos in Germany’s streets was mirrored in the Reichstag. It seemed as if the chamber had degenerated into nothing more than a massive argument. In fact, it took a full ten minutes for the chamber to quiet down enough for Brüning to continue.
“Fellow Germans, I have ordered this assembly to respond to the actions of yesterday. Rest assured, Germany will not be toppled by the Communist rabble, within the Reichstag or without!”
At once, the Communist delegation jumped up and showered Brüning in a chorus of boos, only to be drowned out by the cheers of the Centre, National People’s Party and National Socialists. The Social Democrats remained noticeably silent, caught in between the Communists and the united parties of the Right.
One Communist representative, apparently unhappy with the fact that his party’s boos were being drowned out, removed his shoe and hurled it at the Chancellor’s podium. The rest of the Communists followed this man’s example, and Brüning was pelted with shoes, forcing him to take cover away from the podium. At this, a young Communist representative rushed the podium.
“For too long, Germany has been shackled by imperialism, nationalism, and capitalism! Now is the time to free her! Workers of the World Unite! Long live the German Revolution!” With that, he was tackled by two guards of the German Reichswehr, who dragged him away from the podium.
Seeing no movement from Brüning to return to the podium and restore order, Minister-President of Prussia Franz von Papen rushed to the podium and thundered a warning at the Communists.
“You have proven yourselves unable to act as adults. Leave this chamber at once, or we will throw you out by force!” The parties of the right roared with approval, and a few “revenge shoes” sailed towards the Communist delegation.
“The Revolution will succeed through other means, then!”, came the reply. With that, the Communist delegation collectively gave von Papen and Brüning a very rude gesture, and stormed out of the hall. The Right-wing parties, and even some of the Social Democrats now shouted their approval for von Papen, while Brüning slowly walked out of hiding and moved towards his podium.
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“Ferdinand!” General Ferdinand von Bredow jumped as von Schleicher barged into his office and stood before him.
“Yes, Herr General, how may I help you?”
“Your assassins are to be activated at once! Tell them to begin their mission now, today if possible!”
“Herr General, they have had barely three weeks to train…”
“Have you read the papers, man?” shouted von Schleicher. “The Reds are declaring a revolution! Our country hangs in the balance, but our mission has been given a golden opportunity! We can get the Social Democrats on our side once and for all!”
“I’ll order it to begin at once, Herr General!”
“Very good, Ferdinand. I must go now. God knows what the Reichswehr will have to do today, and I must be there to oversee this!”
Banging the door on the way out, von Schleicher rushed out of the office, and von Bredow immediately began summoning his group of assassins.
El Pip: I approve of your approval of phone based orders as plot devices
trekaddict: It's only 1930, my friend. A lot can still happen before the game even begins
Eams & El Pip: Von Bredow is Head of Military Intelligence, which would make it all the more entertaining for him to be leading Operation Social Democrat Centrists - How to assassinate them
Anyway, here's another update. A long one, and a lot happens, so get ready...
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November 11, 1930
Berlin
Gerhardt Trapp looked out the window of his apartment and shook his head. Group after group had marched by, and here he was, doing nothing. The Reichsbanner traditionally didn’t participate in the Armistice Day “festivities”, because the two sides were the reactionaries protesting the Treaty and the Communists protesting the whole war. Sure, some of the far left members of the Reichsbanner may have gone to the Communist marches on their own, but the majority were like Gerhardt, sitting at home. Still, something made him uneasy about it all. He would much rather be protecting the stability of the city, even if it meant he would be standing alongside the reactionary Stahlhelm and the police. Orders were orders, though.
“You’ve been looking out there forever. Are you alright?” Gerhardt looked over and smiled at Gia, who had joined him by the window. “I’m fine,” he said, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. “I just hate having nothing to do.”
“You’re better off not being out there.” As she spoke, a group of battered Communists who had been staggering down the street sprinted into an alleyway to avoid a truck full of policemen.
“The Communists have decided to stage huge protests all over the country, to demonstrate just how powerful a force they really are. As if this proves anything!” Far out in the city, wisps of smoke were beginning to rise into the blue sky; a fire had surely been set, and more would certainly follow. It would only be a matter of time until Gerhardt was called out with the Fire Brigade to deal with them.
Gia looked at him as the smile gradually faded from her face. His blue eyes were filled with worry, something she wasn’t used to and which made her uneasy. “You need to stop worrying. Today will go by just like any other. Tomorrow, we’ll still be here.” He sighed and looked down at her. “You’re right.” Her dark brown eyes looked back up at him, twinkling. Gerhardt could see the worry in her eyes, but he could see so much more: love, desire, longing. He turned and pulled her even closer, and although her breathing quickened slightly, she didn’t object. I’ll never abandon you, he thought to himself, looking down into those beautiful eyes. No matter what happens and who wins, I’ll always be here to protect you.
There, in that small apartment in Berlin, the couple kissed. Screw the Communists, and the Nazis, thought Gerhardt. They’ll get what’s coming to them. But it would have to happen in good time. Tonight, the Reds could have their fun. Tomorrow would be a new day. Tonight, though, Gerhardt put them out of his head and focused on the one he loved.
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November 12, 1930
Berlin
“Gerhardt, get to the meeting hall now!” Gerhardt had been woken up by the phone, and now listened to the worried voice of Fedor Holzherr, his friend.
“What? What’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you when you get here. Just get your ass down here now, it’s important!”
“Alright, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
As he began to put on his uniform, Gia rolled over in bed and looked over at him. “Where are you going?”
“I have to meet up with the group. Apparently big things are happening. I’ll call you if anything major is happening. Other than that, listen to the radio. I’ll be home later, ok?” Giving her a kiss goodbye, he dashed out of the apartment.
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“What’s going on?” Gerhardt almost yelled as he burst into the bar where the Reichsbanner held their meetings. Most of the men were huddled around a radio, while Fedor was looking at the top of the bar. Across it, every newspaper to be found in Berlin was laid out, broadcasting their headlines. “My God…” whispered Gerhardt. His heart sank as he read them.
THÄLMANN EMBOLDENED BY MARCHES; DECLARES BEGINNING OF GERMAN REVOLUTION
WORKERS OF THE WORLD UNITED IN UPRISINGS ACROSS EUROPEAN CITIES
GERMAN COMMUNIST PARTY DECLARES ITSELF ONLY LEGITIMATE PARTY IN GERMANY
ROT FRONT DEFEATS OPPONENTS IN THE STREETS OF GERMAN CITIES
REDS DECLARE INTENTIONS; EUROPE IN TURMOIL
COMMUNISTS HOPE TO GAIN PEACE BY WAGING WAR AGAINST GOVERNMENT
“I know.” said Fedor. “I can’t believe it. All in one day.”
Looking up from the dismal news, Gerhardt looked over at the men around the radio. “What are they doing?”
“Listening to the broadcast from the emergency meeting of the Reichstag.”
Gerhardt found himself laughing cynically. As bad as things were here, he couldn’t imagine how it must be within the German Parliament.
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“Order, order!” bellowed Brüning, but to no avail. At last, the chaos in Germany’s streets was mirrored in the Reichstag. It seemed as if the chamber had degenerated into nothing more than a massive argument. In fact, it took a full ten minutes for the chamber to quiet down enough for Brüning to continue.
“Fellow Germans, I have ordered this assembly to respond to the actions of yesterday. Rest assured, Germany will not be toppled by the Communist rabble, within the Reichstag or without!”
At once, the Communist delegation jumped up and showered Brüning in a chorus of boos, only to be drowned out by the cheers of the Centre, National People’s Party and National Socialists. The Social Democrats remained noticeably silent, caught in between the Communists and the united parties of the Right.
One Communist representative, apparently unhappy with the fact that his party’s boos were being drowned out, removed his shoe and hurled it at the Chancellor’s podium. The rest of the Communists followed this man’s example, and Brüning was pelted with shoes, forcing him to take cover away from the podium. At this, a young Communist representative rushed the podium.
“For too long, Germany has been shackled by imperialism, nationalism, and capitalism! Now is the time to free her! Workers of the World Unite! Long live the German Revolution!” With that, he was tackled by two guards of the German Reichswehr, who dragged him away from the podium.
Seeing no movement from Brüning to return to the podium and restore order, Minister-President of Prussia Franz von Papen rushed to the podium and thundered a warning at the Communists.
“You have proven yourselves unable to act as adults. Leave this chamber at once, or we will throw you out by force!” The parties of the right roared with approval, and a few “revenge shoes” sailed towards the Communist delegation.
“The Revolution will succeed through other means, then!”, came the reply. With that, the Communist delegation collectively gave von Papen and Brüning a very rude gesture, and stormed out of the hall. The Right-wing parties, and even some of the Social Democrats now shouted their approval for von Papen, while Brüning slowly walked out of hiding and moved towards his podium.
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“Ferdinand!” General Ferdinand von Bredow jumped as von Schleicher barged into his office and stood before him.
“Yes, Herr General, how may I help you?”
“Your assassins are to be activated at once! Tell them to begin their mission now, today if possible!”
“Herr General, they have had barely three weeks to train…”
“Have you read the papers, man?” shouted von Schleicher. “The Reds are declaring a revolution! Our country hangs in the balance, but our mission has been given a golden opportunity! We can get the Social Democrats on our side once and for all!”
“I’ll order it to begin at once, Herr General!”
“Very good, Ferdinand. I must go now. God knows what the Reichswehr will have to do today, and I must be there to oversee this!”
Banging the door on the way out, von Schleicher rushed out of the office, and von Bredow immediately began summoning his group of assassins.
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oh my, things are getting very thick! a united right facing off against communists! and i wonder who is going to be the target of the assassins?
A Communist is a man dumb enough to throw away his shoes in November.
There is something quaint and medieval about how all the violence so far has been dished out via blunt force in chaotic street fights.
There is something quaint and medieval about how all the violence so far has been dished out via blunt force in chaotic street fights.
It is highly characteristic of the period. I'd want to see how decapitating the Communists or driving them to the fringe goes.
I worry that rushing the operation will go wrong, if anyone gets caught or buggers up badly it could force the Social Democrats to join the Communists as a reaction against a state that would attempt it.
Just as interesting though is how von Schleicher handles the Reichswehr, if he's happy with ordering assassinations he's surely not going to try softly-softly. The only question is how hard he will hit the Reds, I'm guessing extremely hard and wonder if it might end up being counter-productive.
Just as interesting though is how von Schleicher handles the Reichswehr, if he's happy with ordering assassinations he's surely not going to try softly-softly. The only question is how hard he will hit the Reds, I'm guessing extremely hard and wonder if it might end up being counter-productive.
I have a bad feeling that the only way for the Communists to be beaten is for the government to make a deal with Hitler in return for the SA's support thus letting the Nazis into power
Whatever happens the Centre will never be able to hold onto Germany alone
Whatever happens the Centre will never be able to hold onto Germany alone
Do something damnit! You cant leave my country to the Communists! Or the brownshirts for that matter.