Gravedigger of the Empire

On the drill ground, Wolf put down his P-18 submachine gun, which had run out of ammunition, and looked at several unfamiliar faces in the distance who were learning how to maintain weapons. He asked the weapons custodian beside him, "Why are there Japanese people here?"

"Oh! Those people, those people aren't Japanese, they're Chinese people arranged by the director." The custodian followed his gaze and explained with a smile.

"Chinese?" Wolf looked puzzled. He really didn't understand why Director Kahn would bring a few Chinese people to the firing range.

So he walked over and curiously examined the group of Asians whose movements seemed a bit clumsy.

It was still cold outside Berlin in June, but they were all shirtless. Their skin was tanned dark, and several of them were thin, looked malnourished, and were in poor health.

Some of these people were bald, while others had hair that looked like it had been chewed by a dog, making them look quite funny.

"Hey! Gentlemen..." Wolf was cautious when greeting them, not knowing anything about these Chinese people.

But for some reason, his tone was still full of contempt.

The burly Chinese man with bandages wrapped around his shoulder looked at him, his eyes filled with wariness compared to Wolf's.

"I'm not here to cause trouble!" Wolfe said, expressing his goodwill. "But this is a military facility. Can you tell me how you got in?"

"I'm sorry, sir! We are not authorized to answer your questions." Li Hu replied to Wolf's question in broken German: "We are only responsible to Mr. Kahn."

Actually, he was quite hesitant to speak to a defense officer like that; he never used to have the guts.

However, Kahn instructed them not to contact the German soldiers for the time being, and to use Kahn's name to dismiss them if they approached.

Kahn was quite confident about this: in his territory, no one would dare to purge the people he recruited without verifying their identities.

"What?" Wolf frowned, dissatisfied with the other party's answer.

Just kidding, only his people in the V organization are qualified to carry guns! He's the best person in the V organization to protect Kahn.

Although he wanted to lash out, he ultimately held back. The reason was simple: he didn't dare to easily deal with anyone acting in Kahn's name.

Even though they are a group of Chinese people.

Leaving behind these ridiculously styled Chinese laborers, Wolf turned and left. He was going to ask his superiors why they had brought back a bunch of guys who couldn't even speak properly!

He's the most loyal one, he's the most capable fighter! So, "love" can disappear, right?

"What happened, sir!" Seeing his superior approaching menacingly, the driver quickly threw away his cigarette and opened the car door for him.

"The director found some Chinese swindlers from who-knows-where! I can't let the director be fooled by them!" Wolf was still angry as he got into the car.

It's certainly not pleasant to have a portion of your power taken away by others.

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In Kahn's office, Löw was holding a form, looking at the tasks Kahn had assigned him.

"Find some suitable teachers to teach them English, German, and Russian! Everyone needs to learn!" Kahn didn't care about money; what he cared about was the fighting strength of his men.

Culture is fighting power!

This statement holds true in any era! Soldiers who have studied and have the ability to understand are definitely more effective in combat.

"Does it include math too?" Love looked up at Kahn.

"Of course I have to learn!" Kahn answered matter-of-factly. "Ballistic calculations, firing table interpretation...which of these doesn't require mathematics?"

"When I was in the army... I didn't learn this much, sir. If you need them to be soldiers, practicing shooting and hand-to-hand combat is enough." Love had been in the army, but he had never experienced such rigorous training.

Now, more than half of Kahn's men can drive, a third have experience in car repair, and a quarter are bilingual.

Besides killing on the battlefield, they can also plant explosives and draw simple maps...

It could be said that Erdezi's family wealth was too great, enough to support Kahn's seemingly unreasonable demands.

They were handpicked from millions of demobilized soldiers; it was truly one in a million.

There are already quite a few Germans who are fluent in French, and many of them have served in the military, and some have even attended junior high school.

With just a little education and training, these people could meet Kahn's requirements and become ideal senior soldiers.

It was precisely because of this foundation and Sikert's elite military policy that the Third Reich was able to achieve its "great feats" of sweeping across Europe.

Those who don't know the truth may think those victories are miracles, but those who do know are very clear that they were simply the natural unfolding of events.

"You can learn too!" Kahn said to Love. "It's never too late to learn, is it?"

"I will." Love knew that Kahn was giving him some pointers.

If you don't accumulate experience, you'll always just be a nobody next to Kahn.

Kahn smiled with satisfaction upon hearing Love's reply: "You haven't disappointed me yet, Love!"

"Do those...Chinese people also need to learn these things?" Löw continued looking down at the table, which listed various training expenses.

Besides finding a language teacher, the plan included detailed arrangements for ammunition consumption, fuel consumption, and even meat and canned goods.

If trained according to this standard, these people will all become talented individuals in the future, at the very least becoming platoon leaders, and perhaps even capable of holding positions such as company commanders.

Good heavens! Löw was shocked: This is basically training a bunch of lieutenants and captains!

He glanced at Kahn's shoulder, where the epaulets indicated he was only a captain...

"Yes, everyone!" Kahn said. "My warriors are expected to be able to take on a hundred men! This is their duty, which comes with the privileges they enjoy!"

Provide these soldiers with the most abundant supplies, the most rigorous training, and the highest treatment... with only one goal—to enable them to complete any task that Kahn assigns to them!

There was a knock on the office door, and Essen walked in, glancing sideways at Löw before turning to Kahn and saluting: "Director! There's someone outside who wants to see you! He claims to have been introduced by Mr. Krupp."

Kahn suddenly realized: "I almost forgot! He called and said a friend wanted to meet me."

He waved to Essen: "Have the guards bring him to me... You can go back to work now, Löw."

Soon, a tall, thin man in a suit with a receding hairline approached Kahn, looking obsequious like a pimp.