Gravedigger of the Empire

In 1922, the fact that the project provided a place for thousands of German pilots and aviation enthusiasts to fly was of immeasurable significance to many.

One of them was German Army Commander-in-Chief Sikert! The flying club in the suburbs of Berlin caught his eye from the start, and he also remembered a young man named Kahn Myers because of it.

Von Seekert was a typical aristocratic officer; his appearance was practically the template for a Junker soldier.

He has a neatly trimmed beard, a friendly smile, and likes to wear a single-lensed pair of glasses...

This old man was always meticulous, and from the moment he took over the army, he was preserving the essence of the German army in his own way.

He hid troops everywhere, established many paramilitary organizations, and tried to preserve a trump card for his country to turn the tide.

Unfortunately... all his efforts will ultimately become the soil covering Germany's coffin, the nails that bury Germany...

The person the Army Commander-in-Chief had his eye on, Miken couldn't be kept, and neither could General William.

Therefore, the lieutenant soon received an invitation from the Army Headquarters.

Yes, it wasn't a transfer order, but an invitation. Kahn was somewhat taken aback as he walked into the imposing headquarters building, carrying his briefcase.

Compared to the impoverished and backward places of this era, Europe was indeed quite glorious.

Thanks to the looted supplies and the accumulation left by the Industrial Revolution, everything here can be described as magnificent.

Unfortunately, almost everything before us will turn to rubble, and the glory will only be fleeting.

Many officers walked back and forth in the building; majors and lieutenant colonels were everywhere.

As the beautiful female officer walked past Kahn, she would sized up the young lieutenant with her bright blue eyes.

After checking Kahn's credentials and confirming his identity, the officer who received him kindly led him to the door of the Army Commander-in-Chief's office.

Due to the sanctions imposed by the Treaty of Versailles, Germany was not allowed to possess an air force, and the German navy was only permitted to retain a symbolic navy.

Those former dreadnoughts could only be used as training ships, and even their cannons were no longer very effective.

Therefore, the Commander-in-Chief of the German Army was practically the same as the Commander-in-Chief of the German Army.

Sickert was the man who effectively controlled almost all of the active-duty German troops.

Kahn walked into Sickert's office and stood somewhat awkwardly at the door, not daring to say a word.

He had to be careful here, because Junker officers generally didn't like their rebellious subordinates.

Sickett looked up from the mountain of documents, took off his monocle, and glanced at the young man standing in the doorway.

He didn't speak immediately, seemingly preparing his opening remarks.

After a few seconds of silence, the Army Commander-in-Chief suddenly spoke, his voice clear and crisp: "Lieutenant Kahn Myers, I have been very impressed with your recent missions."

"General William values ​​you highly, and you deserve his exception..." Sickert seemed to have no intention of letting Kahn speak for himself.

He was just talking to himself, and Kahn could only stand there obediently, waiting for the old general's evaluation.

Sickett didn't pause; he continued, "The processing plant you set up helped me a lot."

"You managed to get the secret pilot training sorted out again yesterday... Honestly, that really surprised me."

He wasn't lying; Kahn's creation of a flying club truly surprised him.

Because in fact, he was planning something similar.

The course of history was not wrong; Sickert and his men did indeed begin establishing a flying club in 1922.

As it turned out, Kahn got to the British and French before they could... or at least some of them.

Then, the young man standing in front of him accomplished what the Army Commander-in-Chief had not yet begun.

For a fleeting moment, he felt as if he had met a kindred spirit.

That feeling of finding like-minded people...

The feeling of having your painstaking efforts suddenly understood...

The feeling of wanting to meet this person...

"You are excellent." Sicket smiled for the first time, a faint but charming smile.

To be frank, those who can reach this level are the most elite succubi.

Their personalities, the tone of their voices, and even a single glance possess an unparalleled power to captivate.

"I looked through your resume... and the results were a bit of a surprise, or rather, a delightful one." Sickert stared at Kahn as if he could see right through him.

Although Kahn knew that no one in the world could truly see through him, Sickert's words still made his heart tighten.

Having been reborn and transmigrated, his most fatal problem lies in his resume.

A young man who had just joined the army defied the odds and stayed despite the pressure of troop reductions.

This in itself is worth pondering.

Sickett looked at Kahn, his tone still calm: "You should know! You are an exception! Because of your talent for languages, you were exceptionally allowed to remain in the army."

"You were supposed to be a translator, working for the Bureau of Investigation, and that's exactly what you were doing." As he spoke, he pulled a file folder from the documents and took out Kahn's resume.

He tapped the document with his finger, the sound like a blow to Kahn's heart.

"Your translation work should have been on the layoff list because you haven't participated in any real-world operations and don't meet the standards."

"But Lieutenant Colonel McConnell thought highly of you and, in order to keep you, gave you a promotion spot, making you a second lieutenant."

Sickert recounted Kahn's past in great detail, as if he had witnessed it himself.

Standing there, Kahn even had an absurd thought: Sicket wanted to take over his flying club and was preparing to find a reason to kick him out.

What Sickert said next seemed to confirm Kahn's idea.

"You don't meet the standards at all, you're far from them." He put down the resumes as if he were putting down something else.

The next second, his tone changed slightly, becoming somewhat gentler: "However... I am very satisfied with your performance, so I will not investigate how you became a lieutenant."

"What do you think?" Sicket suddenly asked Kahn.

"Thank you, General!" Kahn replied, startled by the question and raising his chin.

"Lieutenant Kahn, I'm handing over several nearby munitions disposal plants to you. Put your other work at the Bureau on hold for now." After giving Kahn a dressing down, Sickert explained the purpose of summoning him: "Is there any difficulty?"

"No!" Kahn quickly agreed.

"Never back down from any difficulty, go and fulfill your mission! Until you are shattered to pieces for your country, for this nation!" Sikert gave his junior a final piece of advice.

"Yes, General!" Kahn's voice was full of determination.