No one slept that night. For the members of the Workers' Party, that day would be etched into their memories forever. The tension alpable, and the air smelled of revolution.

  The sky began to lighten slowly. It was November 9th, and in the early hours of the m, Adolf Hitler received hat shook him to his core. Although Lossow and Seisser were already under his trol, the German defense forces and the police stationed in Munich had realized the gravity of the situation and urgently mobilized to surround the Ministry of the Army.

  Himmler and R?hm were surrounded!

  The situation was critical.

  "We ot wait any longer," said Hitler with a firm voice. "Acc to the pn, we must hold a rally in Munich to expand our ranks. Right now, we must march toward the Ministry of the Army to rescue the brave Himmler and R?hm."

  "Leader, let us take these two with us," proposed Alex, pointing to Lossow and Seisser.

  Lossow and Seisser were still under custody, but the troops surrounding Himmler and R?hm were uheir and. What would happen if they were forced to issue orders?

  Alex could almost picture the historical se: those ing figures fleeing in the middle of the night and then issuing a statement denying any involvement with Hitler's uprising. But now, under his watch, they had no ce of escape.

  "Yes, Lossow, Seisser," said Hitler, patting them on the shoulders. "Thank you for your performa night. Today, I hope you tio demonstrate your loyalty. The future of the Empire depends on you, Mr. Minister of the Army and Mr. Minister of Police."

  Both men wore bitter expressions. Although they shared some reseoward the Berlin gover, their goal was to restore the Monarchy, not to establish a New Regime.

  That day, November 9th, was a memorable date: the Anniversary of the Weimar Republic. However, instead of being celebrated, it was witnessing an uprising.

  A group of people marched in a powerful procession through the streets of Munich. The fgs bearing the swastika and the banner of the Mountain League fluttered in the wind.

  When the uprising had begun the previous day, only a few huormtroopers were involved. But after Hitler's indiary speeches the night before, many men, some still holding beer bottles, had joihe cause. Now, the number of demonstrators exceeded three thousand.

  "Our Empire began to weaken with the Treaty of Versailles!" shouted Hitler to the crowd. "That is the source of our misfortune! Let us rise, break the s of Versailles, and save our homend!"

  His voice resonated with overwhelming force, electrifying the crowd. It was as if a spiritual atomib had exploded in their hearts.

  "Halt! Do not proceed any further!" shouted a police officer, suddenly appearing in front of the crowd.

  The officers, armed with pistols and mounted on horses, blocked the way. The animals neighed and nervously pawed the ground, as if sensing the chaos that was about to unfold. Although they were only police, their presence was intimidating.

  "Mr. Seisser, these are your subordinates. Please, restrain them," said Alex, holding his MP18 submae gun and tapping the police chief on the back.

  If curses were effective, Alex would have died a thousand times at that moment. As he silently cursed, Seisser relutly stepped forward.

  "I am the police chief, Seisser," he said, his voice trembling. "Who is your direct superior?"

  Although it was impossible for him tnize every one of his subordihe leader of the team must have known him. Seisser looked at the officer standing in front of him, less than teers away. If he could get closer, would they rescue him?

  It was his st ce. After all, he had been a police officer for years and knew he had to act shrewdly.

  But at that moment, he felt the cold barrel of a gun pressing against his back.

  "Run?" murmured Alex. "Do you think you outrun the bullets of a mae gun? Four hundred rounds per minute would be enough to turn you into a sieve. Unless you have a horse under ys, don't even try."

  "Chief, we are here to rescue you," said a burly police captain, stepping forward from the cavalry.

  At that moment, both sides had their ons raised, and the tension was unbearable. A single wrong move would unleash chaos.

  After all, no one had clear orders. And the police chief was right in the middle of it all.

  "Bastards, I need you to save me! 't you see I'm injured? Get out of the way immediately!" shouted Seisser in desperation.

  At that moment, no one dared to move. Although it would only take him three seds to run a few meters, in one sed he could bee an easy target—a sitting du a hor's ready to take him down!

  "Why don't you get out of the way?" Seisser tio shout, looking at his subordinates with disappoi. They, however, stepped back, fused and fearful.

  "Didn't you hear me speaking sarcastically? Move quickly! Arrest all these traitors! As long as I keep moving forward, chaos will take over, and only I save myself!"

  Seisser was furious. His only ce was slipping through his fingers.

  "Thank you very much, Seisser. The Empire will remember your tribution," said Hitler in a solemn voice, firmly gripping his revolver. His eyes shoh determination as he observed the massive team following him. He looked toward the future with a mix of ambition and ferocity.

  "He succeed ihing Mussolini has achieved!" he excimed, full of vi.

  "Forward, forward!" he ordered, pointing the way.

  The team tio advance, and as they moved forward, more citizens joihe march. The crowd grew, and with it, the sense of pourpose.

  "Cross the street ahead, and you will find the Ministry of War!" someone shouted from behind.

  "Halt, do not move!" an authoritative voice rang ht at the entrance of the street. Aeam blocked their path.

  It was the Defense Force.

  pared to the police, the formation of the Defense Force was far more imposing. The soldiers held Mauser rifles firmly, and irash bins on both sides of the street, mae guns were prepared. The muzzles of the ons were pointed directly at them, ready to fire at any moment.

  Fag them, the ons of the parade seemed more diverse. The MP18 submae gun that Alex held in his hands was undoubtedly a high-end on. With just a Mauser rifle, they already had an advantage!

  Hitler turned his head and looked at Lossow. The situation was clear: it was Lossow's turn to act. But at that moment, Alex stepped forward.

  "Let me go. I know them very well," said Alex with a mog smile on his lips.

  Alex felt strangely familiar with the people standing in front of him, especially the leader of the team. The man had a chubby face, wsses that gave him an air of false elegance, and had a small mustache under his nose. He was someone Alex had seen before, somewhere else, at aime.

  "Move forward, but carefully," whispered Alex as the team prepared for what was to e.

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