World War II Adolf Hitler

Chapter 1 Prologue In April 1889, the cries of babies in the town of Braunau were mixed with the water vapor from the Danube River. Adolf Hitler's first breath carried the rough coda of German and Czech that was unique to the Austrian border. No one could have imagined at that time that the son of a customs clerk would one day soak the map of Europe with blood. In 1907, at the door of the Vienna Academy of Arts, the 18-year-old Hitler held his third rejection letter. The church spire in his sketchbook was drawn sharper than the real building. The judges said that he "did not understand the soul of the character", but they did not see the paranoia for "purity" burning in his eyes. The bread crumbs from the almshouse fell on the pages of "Germanic Mythology", and he used charcoal to fill the blank spaces with dense symbols, as if he was deciphering some kind of destiny. At the same time, in a private school in Hunan Province, China, 10-year-old Zhou Mingyuan was copying "The Art of War" with a brush. The rice fields outside the window were glowing green, and the teacher was talking about "conquering the enemy without fighting", but he secretly drew a warship on the back of the textbook - it was from the newspaper brought by the missionary. The fire of the ship's gun reminded him of the refugees who starved to death in the village during the famine last year. When gunfire rang out in Sarajevo in 1914, Hitler filled out "good eyesight" on the medical examination form for joining the army in Munich, but was blinded by mustard gas during the charge; Zhou Mingyuan carried the cloth shoes sewn by his mother on his back and followed the fleeing people to the southwest. The water of the Yangtze River flowed turbidly under his feet, like an uncertain fate. Two young people living in Eurasia, in the folds of history