Gravedigger of the Empire

"Albert couldn't find any other weights to put on this scale, so he made a deal with me... I can put our weights on it!" Sickert glanced at everyone again.

"You are the heads of Agency R, responsible for almost all of the defense force's shady operations." He leaned back in his chair and gestured for them to speak: "Tell me, tell me how we can take advantage of this opportunity."

No one spoke up. Everyone had a few thoughts, but none of them could be considered part of the system.

Most of the people here have only just learned about this negotiation, let alone made any preparations in advance.

Of course, except for one "outlier".

"Kahn! You go first! Tell me your thoughts." Seeing that no one was willing to speak, Sickert had no choice but to call on someone.

Kahn thought for a moment and briefly explained his idea: "The general idea is to throw everything we don't want the British and French to know over there."

"Hmm... to be more specific?" Sicket asked, stroking his chin.

"Training high-ranking officers and senior pilots... things that the Treaty of Versailles forbade us to do, we put into practice in the Soviet Union." Kahn revealed what Sikert would do later, bit by bit, as if squeezing toothpaste.

He deliberately spoke in a disjointed manner, giving Sickert some space to organize his thoughts: "They have such a large area, there's no way they could have an oversight committee... We can at least hide several thousand more company commanders and hundreds of battalion commanders... Our pilots can fly over there as they please, without any interference."

Hearing Kahn say this, Sickert's eyes lit up. What he had been doing all along was trying to find a way to preserve the bloodline of the German army.

Now, it seems there is a place where he can recklessly stockpile future military strength!

He only had a vague idea before, but now... Kahn's words showed him what he wanted.

"Think about it when you get back, and then report your thoughts to me! Kahn! You also need to organize your thoughts... Note! Do not leave any paper records, understand?" Finally, the meeting ended, and Sikert gave everyone his final instructions.

Everyone nodded and soon left the meeting room, seemingly lost in thought.

As Burke was leaving, he glanced at Kahn, seemingly quite interested in the lieutenant.

"Wait a minute!" Sikert called out to Kahn and led him back to the Commander-in-Chief's office.

He opened his drawer, rummaged around, and took out a few checks.

"I know you have some connection with Daimler. Didn't you pay the final payment of £10,000 last time?" Sickert pointed to the check on the table.

"We didn't have much extra money originally, but if Albert could handle Russia, it would improve our economic situation considerably, so he specially allocated a sum of money to our defense forces." He explained the source of the money to Kahn.

"The five thousand pounds is part of the final payment to Daimler. The other thirteen thousand pounds is for your gliding club," Sickert said, picking up the second check.

Kahn knew that this was Sickett rewarding him for what he had done recently and for his speech at the meeting.

Sickett picked up the third check and waved it in front of Kahn: "And this one, it's for another batch of cars, £20,000... I still need your help with the final payment..."

"I understand, General. I will persuade Daimler to continue producing cars for the defense forces," Kahn immediately stated.

Just kidding, things will get better eventually, and the debts owed by the defense forces will eventually be paid off.

At that time, Daimler will rise to prominence, and he will have no reason to refuse to continue producing cars for the defense forces.

"You're very smart, Kahn!" Sickett was very satisfied with Kahn's attitude. "If you hadn't just been promoted to lieutenant, I would have promoted you to captain."

Kahn smiled wryly to himself: his current rank was indeed not low.

It should be noted that the future marshals and generals of the Third Reich were only captains at this moment.

If he can make further progress, he might actually get on the fast track to promotion and become a general in the midst of the military expansion.

"Work hard, young man! I've seen everything you've done! The country won't let you down!" Sickett had no other choice but to offer Kahn empty promises.

However, if the person making these empty promises is the Commander-in-Chief of the Army, then these promises will at least have some substance.

"Thank you, General!" Kahn quickly expressed his gratitude. He could turn down all the other empty promises, but the pounds in front of him were still very tempting.

You know, he's really poor right now, so being able to recoup some of his losses is definitely good news.

Sickett's intention was also obvious: he gave Kahn nearly 40,000 pounds in one go, which was actually a disguised reward for Kahn.

He could no longer promote Kahn in terms of official rank, so he could only provide financial support to the young man he admired.

Walking out of Sickett's office, Kahn was actually in a much better mood. He had moved on from the shadow of that fat man, Rom, because he now had nearly 40,000 pounds more in his pocket.

At least now he has the resources to maneuver.

He walked to the stairwell with his briefcase in hand, and as soon as he looked up, he saw an old acquaintance.

"Hey! Lieutenant Kahn Myers!" The other person recognized him immediately, a smile spreading across his face. "Long time no see!"

"Long time no see! Captain Manstein! What brings you to Berlin?" Kahn stepped forward and began the greeting.

"I've been transferred to the 4th Light Infantry Battalion and am now its commander!" Manstein was delighted and eager to share his good news with Kahn.

Although he remained a captain, his position had indeed been promoted; he went from a company commander to a battalion commander!

"Congratulations! Are you going home tonight? Why don't you stay? It's on me!" Kahn immediately extended an invitation.

"I'll definitely treat you! Are there any good restaurants in Berlin?" Manstein said.

"I'll take it! I know a restaurant owner whose food is excellent, and most importantly, it's free." Kahn didn't mind showing off his skills to this man.

Manstein looked surprised, then nodded. "Alright, Lieutenant Kahn! I'll come find you after I finish my report for duty."

"Bureau of Investigation! Special Operations Division!" Kahn told them the location of his office. "We'll go there together after get off work!"

"Okay! I'll come find you!" Manstein had other things to do, so he said a few more words and then hurriedly parted ways.

Kahn glanced back at his retreating figure: these familiar faces... were beginning to turn with the gears of time.