I became Stalin chapter 72

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“Heil Hitler! Glory to the Aryans!”

“Heil Hitler!”

“Heil Hitler!”

At the same time, a majestic Song Gu-Young-Shin’s banquet was being held in Berlin on the other side of Europe.

The dignitaries from the Third Reich and its allies, gathered in the huge banquet hall until late at night, raised their right arms and shouted Heil Hitler as the Führer entered.

The Führer also responded simply by raising their hand, and the attendees responded with more enthusiastic cheers. Everyone clapped endlessly as he walked up the central aisle and climbed up to the high chair, and everyone did not stop clapping until the President sat down and raised his hands.

“Everyone got along well. Many of our German leaders, our allies, brothers and sisters from Japan, Italy, Spain, France, England, Finland and Hungary, the Baltic States and Croatia. Nice to meet you.”

“Wow!”

Whenever the name of each country was called, those from that country stood up and greeted the audience, and with applause, shouts and cheers the Germans welcomed their comrades from afar.

After a turn to introduce each delegation once, the Führer resumed speaking after the final greetings of Ustassa, Croatia.

“This year, we have won! Long live the victory!”

“Zeek Heil! Sieg Heil!”

“And those who once were enemies, from one root, have sworn to reunite and go forth together. Isn’t it? Ha ha ha ha ha.”

At those words, Pierre Laval, who came to Germany on behalf of Vichy France, and William Joyce, who represented Britain, from places that were once ‘enemies’, blushed and nodded shyly.

France and England were humiliatedly defeated. France surrendered in just six weeks and Britain surrendered after several major cities were devastated.

Vichy French and British “orthodox” governments, these newly established governments, said they would cooperate fully with Germany, but the dignitaries here did not seem to be ignorant of shame.

Of course, just because you’re a Nazi doesn’t mean you don’t notice it.

A kind of ‘tame’. One way or another, the opponents would consider them traitors, and the traitors had to cooperate with Germany to keep them in power and suppress them.

And in order to get Germany’s cooperation, they had to form a “British Volunteer Corps” and a “French National Army” and promised to send them to the front, and they had to help Germany tear down key industrial facilities of the country.

Hundreds of thousands of workers had already been sent to various industrial sites under German supervision, printing weapons and food for the Germans to ride and fight.

What if it got better? At least the British were given enough to eat, even under Nazi surveillance.

Maritime blockades were lifted and food from North Africa, Asia and France began to flow in. Of course, speaking of the substitute for food, the anti-German and pro-friendly people have disappeared somewhere.

Many were silent, trembling in fear.

“… We will punish those arrogant New World Yankees and destroy the filthy Jews – the Bolsheviks! Let’s all do our best for the world co-prosperity that we will achieve like this!”

The Yankees of the New World responded by simply printing more, despite the number of warships that were sunk.

To capture the Axis-made air bases in the Azores and Madeira, they attempted to land and launched air strikes, but failed again and again, bleeding and losing.

But America never gave in. If once doesn’t work, twice, if twice doesn’t work, three times.

America’s mighty economic power gave them reason to be arrogant. Rather, to the extent that we who try to challenge them are considered arrogant.

to the USSR?

Kill or kill, like the endless red tsunami, they continued their ominous march toward Berlin, step by step.

Communists under the command of the Soviet Union also threatened society with sabotage and terrorism, and they seemed to sink no matter how hard they tried to trample it. College students who were supposed to lead society organized secret circles to assassinate and propaganda, while factory workers organized groups to sabotage the production of munitions.

The communists were approaching it from both sides. Millions of Red Army from the east, and parasitic point organizations within us, corroded the country inside and outside.

Vichy government dignitaries all had to be accompanied by dozens of escorts. With high-quality bombs and firearms in their hands that they did not know where they were obtained, the communist resistance threw bombs, bombardments, and snipers in order to exterminate the high-ranking officials of the central government.

Fortunately, the Führer recruited elite SS members to escort the dignitaries of each country, but that was already after Vichy’s naval minister, François Darlan, was assassinated and killed.

“Long live the victory!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaa!!! Zeke Heil! Heil Hitler!”

The long, lengthy speech of the Führer ended like that. People admired and cheered as the Stars and Stripes, sickle, and hammer flags were burning under the flags of various countries participating in the Axis Powers, but… .

‘Do they know? What about our situation?’

Germany was already cringing.

Marshal Rommel protested against the massacre of civilians in Liverpool and was put under house arrest after being dismissed from office. and ran wildly in the wolf’s den. To the extent that Chief of Staff Yodel and Marshal Manstein of Army Group North struggle to stop him from raging in front of the Führer.

Rundstedt and other famous German generals disappeared one after another after being retired. The people who were selected by the President’s favourites, were already at odds with the highest ranks, although they achieved remarkable results even under unfavorable conditions.

Fortunately, the Pacific ally, Japan, was making remarkable progress.

After the Great Victory at Pearl Harbor, the Japanese army advanced rapidly and killed and annihilated allied forces in the western Pacific one by one, and the United States had to allocate insufficient naval power in the Atlantic for the Pacific.

“Cheers!”

“Cheers! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

At the banquet, it seemed that people were trying to dispel their doubts with alcohol, food, and entertainment.

The beautiful German women wore tight-fitting uniforms and carried high-stacked silver trays of frothy beer, big sausages, gigantic geese and sweet-sweetened pastries.

“Drink! Get drunk!”

And forget it! People kept talking about the glorious world empire. He seems to be trying to forget his ominous premonition. No one talked about the soldiers on the front line, who would be shivering in the cold today.

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On the front lines, “gifts” were pouring out to the German soldiers, both as Christmas gifts or as gifts for the year-end and New Year holidays. Gifts that the Germans literally like to die.

Even in the Winter War, the Soviet Union air bombed Finnish territory, giving the Finnish people an absurd excuse to air them bread. Among them, cluster bombs filled with grenades were called “Molotov’s Bread Baskets”, referring to the statement that Finns were airlifting bread.

But now, to our good friends in Germany, not with planes, but with V1 missiles, and not Molotov, but Stalin himself, sending plenty of presents.

“come! Fuck you!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaae!”

Hundreds of victory missiles were fired from the front line every day, and they were inflicting considerable damage to the Germans.

A blizzard is coming so hard that it doesn’t even get the correct accuracy, but a blizzard is the way to go. The mobilization of aircraft capable of intercepting the Victory missile was also limited, and the visibility of anti-aircraft guns was also limited, so the defense side suffered considerable difficulties.

Above all, the Soviet Union was flying this at a cost close to zero compared to a real aircraft, and it was gradually improving and developing methods to increase the damage, such as increasing the accuracy or inserting a proximity fuse.

The Germans are now starting to call that Victory Missile “Stalin’s bastard.” The elongated, sausage-like thing was very similar to a penis, and because it was a swear word that stuck to the mouth, the name quickly spread throughout the army.

Bread became something too rare for soldiers to be called a bread basket, like the Finns. White bread coated with butter has become a thing of memory, compared to the frequent flying and bizarre sounds.

“Ha… ruined… .”

The soldiers despaired as they looked at the supply windows that had been hit by missiles and burned.

Stalin put various things in the penis and blows it away. In his cock, he put hot incendiary bombs and fired them, and there were various heinous objects such as traditional cluster bombs and high explosives, which are terrifying when they explode.

The soldiers spit out cursing at the supply situation, which was getting worse day by day due to the weather, roads and Soviet bombing. Chewing with Stalin’s genitals, and towards his wife, mother and children, the German soldiers displayed a very colorful and rich imagination.

“Huh… Stalin’s fucking dog… .”

“If you see a squirrel sticking something in its head, maybe its mother… Heh heh.”

For Christmas dinner, they ate a can of Choca-Cola for two, a few pieces of horse meat, and mulgun soup with a large amount of something unknown, and for the New Year, the German soldiers who ate a ration of butter about the size of a thumb. I was just kidding.

Of course, the Soviet spies did not bother to report this information floating around the military base, so the general secretary did not take any action against these numerous insults.

The Soviet Union, frankly, was being cruel enough. Instead of using the “legitimate” method of fighting head-to-head between the army and the army, they used deadly tactics such as missile attacks, supply depot terrorism, and special forces bombing of railways, bridges and roads, starving and tormenting the sons of Great Germany.

The luckiest ones were able to be evacuated to the rear, but many soldiers still struggling with medical problems that were fightable were forced to hold on to the front lines.

Either you are buried in the vast eastern European land that will become revensraum when you die, or you suffer from the cold until you become an asshole somewhere.

It might be a kind of mercy for the soldiers to tease their mouths.

Flying through the harsh Russian winter with insufficient supplies was already a death sentence. Even a cruel and ruthless Stalin would show the last kind of mercy to a death row inmate.

Faced with a tragic fate, they enjoyed entertainment that might be the last day today.

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