I became Stalin chapter 155

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Model didn’t know that the Soviets were holding the back neck because of Marshal Model.

No, he was holding the back of his neck because of the Soviet Army. In just two years, the current Soviet army was transformed from a chaos to a powerful force of reversal in an instant. If only he had known in advance that the apocalypse he suffered in June of 41 could change like this… .

‘No, we shouldn’t have invaded the Soviet Union in the first place.’

In the harsh war, the elite soldiers of the German army were consumed and disappeared from the battlefield. A person with limbs amputated and missing an eye cannot be used as an active duty soldier.

Still, under the pretext of a lack of veterans, they had to transfer the soldiers to training or handling paperwork in the post-service unit, and bring out the intact administrative officers and staff who were originally there.

Of course, it didn’t end there. The model recalled a recent visit to the hospital to comfort soldiers.

“Walther? Walter model?”

“Who dares to call upon your enemy’s name in vain!”

As he was walking around the room, someone called his name. The eyes of everyone in the hospital room were focused. At the end of it was an old, wounded man, wide-eyed, staring at the model foe. The model foe frowned at his familiar face, and looked carefully at his face.

“I am Hans Muller! Hans of the Naumburg Dome Gymnasium! Walter, how did you become like this? I can’t believe it!”

“that… That guy!”

Surrounding staff and bodyguards were outraged, but a model who heard the name of her alma mater stopped them. And finally, after digging through the vague memories of my childhood, I was able to find out.

The thought that he couldn’t be here made it harder to recognize him.

“Teacher? Mr. Hans?”

“okay! Walter, you are right!”

The old man in his 60s looked at his disciple, who was much older than him at the time. The model was absurd.

“No, you didn’t go to Daejeon last time because you were too old, didn’t you?”

“Is that so?”

Even with that said, he ran to embrace the old gift and found himself in an extremely awkward situation. The teacher’s baggy right sleeve, who smiled bitterly, could not stretch out toward the welcome student. Teacher Hans pondered for a moment what to say, then spit it out.

“I have been dedicated to the country.”

“… .”

Tears welled up. There were no words to choke on. The model silently embraced the old teacher, who had grown old for a long time.

The people around him were also absurd. It was a sufficiently religious factor for the teacher and the disciple to give a touching farewell to the hospital. But if the disciple is a field marshal in his 50s and the teacher is an old man over 60, is this a comedy or a tragedy?

This is a war where all the young people die and the old people and children are dragged into the war.

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“I saw it often in newspapers, but I thought it was the same person. You can see it for yourself.”

“haha… How did it happen?”

The son of an introverted teacher who attended the gymnasium had suddenly become a veteran of the war. Sensei Hans shakes his head as if he can’t believe the report, and pours another cup of coffee with an awkward hand gesture.

“It’s hard to even drink a cup of coffee in the back. Is this the right coffee to drink after a while? .”

Saying so, he poured a lot of sugar cubes and cream into the coffee. The model herself knew. The rear now lacked all the supplies.

Although Britain collapsed and the shipping routes were cleared, the national finances were in deficit, so the government forced the people to buy war bonds. Almost every foreign currency available was requisitioned to buy war supplies, which had skyrocketed in price.

Even that was not enough, and there was a setback in military production. As the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front, the model, who began to look into the data there, bit her lip.

“No, but… How old are you, teacher? .”

“Heh heh, if the country is coming, you have to come out. I think we brought him here because there are no soldiers in our house. I’m worried because there’s no one to look after my grandchildren… .”

“Yes? Teacher, didn’t you have a son?”

“… I fought.”

Oops, the model was startled at the thought of asking something. The teacher seemed to close her eyes and savor the rich and sweet taste of the coffee she drank after a long time. And the model had to experience a deep, bitter sense of guilt.

“By the way, what do you think your Führer? make something like that.”

“Yes? What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, that’s it. That… Anti-aircraft turret?”

* * *

“What’s wrong with that? If we don’t have enough fighters, shouldn’t we use such a means?”

“Yes, yes, of course, sir, Mr. Führer. but… .”

In recent years, there have been very few who disagreed with the Führer. Fear that if they disagreed even a single word about the absolute power the Führer had, they could be dragged to the ‘factory’ dominated the people.

The reign of terror, the word that best describes Germany now.

But now, in this situation, they also had a conscience in some corner to not say anything.

“But it is a serious war crime… .”

“crime? You said it was a crime now!”

hey! When the Führer’s voice rose, everyone flinched. The brave were already tired and either walked out on their own feet or were framed and purged.

Marshal Model was too busy overseeing the Eastern Front and didn’t really know what was going on behind the scenes. As long as all those who could speak to the Führer disappeared, no one could stop him.

“Crime is only what the victors define. If we win, we can justify what we did in the face of history! Wouldn’t they have committed a crime? But after victory, who will remember anything like that!”

No one could speak at the words of the Führer who was so arrogant in the face of history.

Those who have already experienced chemical weapons, including poison gas, in the last war shut their eyes tightly. Will that nightmare trench warfare be repeated again? In addition, the President ordered that the biological weapons developed by the SS Quarantine Team be put into practical use as soon as possible.

“If we take the time, we win! It only takes a little bit of time!”

“… .”

Everyone I knew already knew. The Führer continued to talk about the super-bomb that would wipe out the “inferior races”.

Possessed by that absurd nonsense, he invested tens of millions of marks, perhaps hundreds of millions of marks. The Azores were taken away, the mainland was attacked because there were no fighters, and most of the occupied territories of the vast army were taken away and pushed back to the original border.

Still, the Führer said he needed a little more time.

‘Has the Führer’s wisdom finally clouded… .’

There was no longer the Führer, the prophet and leader of the German people, who once tricked France and England and seized the supremacy of the ocean through a mysterious fault. Everyone stared at the Führer who vomited a long rant, as if looking at an old and incompetent king who was obsessed with the elixir of immortality even as he grew old and died.

“Any other complaints?”

“That… If that’s the case, make sure to unload even the prisoners you put in the AA turrets! Not only is this abuse of prisoners of war… .”

“Eight, it’s noisy!”

What surprised people was actually not the order for the production of chemical and biological weapons.

The Führer gave orders to build anti-aircraft turrets to defend the cities from enemy air strikes. After mobilizing a large number of citizens to build such a turret, I only realized that the turret was not equipped with perfect protection against enemy air raids.

With this turret, which was weak due to the lack of steel and concrete, the Führer ordered the tying of prisoners and Jews on it. Fighters were not allowed to attack the anti-aircraft turrets, where people, especially comrades, were bound with meat shields.

After some success in the few turrets that had experimentally deployed meat shields, the Führer ordered that all turrets be compulsory to deploy some ‘criminal’.

This category included Jews who had not yet been to the “factory” and Soviet prisoners of war who were judged unsuitable for forced labor.

“Aren’t they just junk food and rotten food anyway? Obviously, only those who committed sabotage with malice were to be deployed!”

“But the problem of people’s morale… .”

“His defeatism! I will not forgive anyone who instigates defeatism!”

Realizing that war crimes and morals did not work for the Führer, they chose silence. In response to the rebuttal that the people could be shocked to see the sight and lower their morale, a magical stigma of defeatism was put on it.

Hearing the congratulatory shouts of the president, everyone left the conference room. Most of them had given up hope of doing something, and the meeting was practically a culinary affair. Delivering the Fuhrer’s urgings and orders to subordinates.

After a meeting like this in recent times, the Führer always called Heisenberg.

“Doctor, Doctor, please… How much is left!”

“Sir, please wait one year!”

The Führer, who has been taking more ferbitin in recent years, has bloodshot eyes, shouting, stomping, and clapping. It was Heisenberg’s turn after the secretaries and bodyguards worked hard to calm the Führer by putting their hands on the Führer’s body.

“Sir, by your order, all the personnel of our lab are working with utmost effort and zeal for the early completion of Project Spandau! But realistically, if you don’t have more time… .”

“A year is too late! You never know when those damn inferior races will come to Berlin! Bombing is already falling within the German Empire… Heh heh heh… .”

“I will do my best, sir!”

The Führer seemed to be crying at all. The guards looked at this paranoid madness as if fed up. If you look at it like this for a year, it must have happened. Heisenberg could only say that he would do his best every time.

Because nothing was actually happening.

“Okay… ok… please… Develop it as quickly as possible… We’ll do our best to stop the filthy inferior races coming… .”

“Thank you, sir!”

“If you have poison gas and germs, maybe you can stop them for a while… . Doctors need to spur more R&D!”

Heisenberg was speechless. He could see what the scientists were doing in Japan through the newspaper. But Germany was doing it too?

Of course, there was nothing he could do. There must have been enough people who gave advice and advice to the Führer, and if they reached this point despite what they said, there was nothing that a single scholar like him could do.

“Heil Hitler!”

“Heil Hitler!”

Leaving the Führer’s office, Heisenberg gave a Nazi salute and headed home. All the eyes that were stuck behind his back were terrifying.

“Dad!”

“Abba, Abba!”

“uh? Honey, you came early today… ?”

After staying up all night, his children and his full-term wife all ran out to see the father who suddenly came home early. He was already the father of five children, and the children clashed with him for the attention of his father, whom he had not seen before.

“Guys… Wait, wait… Liza! Can you bring me my fountain pen?”

“I know. what are you up to? I think it’s urgent… .”

And since he was really in a hurry, Heisenberg rushed back to his study. My whole body trembled. In front of the safe, he had the password wrong twice, he took a deep breath and guessed the password with his trembling hands.

“Honey, what the hell is going on… .”

“Wait a moment! Will you leave me alone for a moment?”

Heisenberg, who shouted to his own surprise, took out a bundle of letters from the safe, picked up a fountain pen that his wife had given him, and began to write.

The envelope had written down where and how to contact him in case he wanted to contact him. He slowly went on to write down what he wanted to say, pondering the way the letter was written. Of course, Heisenberg’s brilliant brain correctly remembered the codes contained in the letter. His trembling hands just couldn’t follow him.

Several times, his hands trembled and he wrote and scribbled the wrong letters, and Heisenberg completed a letter.

“Ah… And P.S. .”

P.S. . What should I write… .

“VIPs are… A terrible order… They said it was down.”

Whoa. Having barely finished the letter, he hurriedly shoved the paper into the envelope without seeing it dry properly.

Heisenberg, who finally tossed the envelopes of letters he had received so far into the fireplace, said to his wife, who was staring at him with a puzzled expression.

“I will send you a letter. You… .”

“Yeah?”

“You pack your bags as soon as possible. I’ll also contact your parents… Only bring valuables.”

A few days later, the letter arrived. With two strong men. They greeted Heisenberg in impeccable German.

“Hello, Doctor. Are you ready?”

“Honey, what the hell is this… .”

“Trust me. Let’s go quickly.”

Heisenberg knew it very well. what he had made himself. And that Germany would develop nuclear weapons much later than the Soviet Union.

He had hoped that nuclear weapons would never be used, but when he heard the Führer say he was trying to use poison gas and a germ warfare, he had a gut feeling. that there will be massive reprisals. The Nazi regime has long since crossed the line.

Hanging a prisoner from an anti-aircraft turret and trying to block an air attack was like blocking the sky with the palm of your hand.

Now the scourge will come. Heisenberg hugged the children and urged them to flee.

I became Stalin chapter 155

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