Seven Hundred and Ninety One Bonfire

Akado sat on the recliner in the wolf's lair, fiddling with the flames in the fireplace, the whole room was as warm as spring, and there were some delicate pastries on the table, the cream on it was so tender that it looked extremely delicious .

On a wall behind him hangs a huge map of Europe, on which the German occupied areas have been carefully marked, and the entire southern group commanded by the three giants Model, Guderian, and Manstein, The Caucasus, the lifeline of the Soviet Union, is pressing towards the Caucasus, the lifeline of the Soviet Union. In the central region, the central cluster of Rundstedt, Vlasov, and Klug is also about to move. In the far north, Liszt and Weicks, who are moving towards Finland It is also actively preparing for the war, and the entire Eastern Front has already been full of war.

Akado knew that his footsteps had not actually reached the furthest place the German army had ever reached in another time and space. He just walked more steadily and faster than the Nazi German army under Hitler's command.

And this time, he will go further and more brilliantly. What Hitler couldn't do, he summed up the lessons of failure and made more efforts, what kind of ending will he get, which he really wants to know. He has prepared everything and is twice as strong as Germany at the same period in history, but he is not a god after all and cannot see his future.

"Dangdang." Someone outside the door knocked on the thick solid wood door, and Akado's hand holding the long iron chisel to fiddle with the fire stopped. He turned around, and the silver ornaments on the SS military uniform on his body were shining white under the firelight. He looked towards the door and said slowly, "Come in."

Pushing open the door, Syndra walked to a distance of one meter in front of Akado, stood at attention, and raised her arm: "My head of state."

"Is there any news from Kharkov?" Akado glanced at his working secretary and asked, "Or, is there any trouble in the southern advance?"

"Reporting to the head of state, just now Marshal Rundstedt of the Central Group called. His right wing, Marshal Vlasov's Ukrainian 1st Army, has captured Kharkov with the assistance of the Italian Expeditionary Force and the Romanian Expeditionary Force. city ​​center."

At this time, in the center of Kharkov, on the roof of the iconic building, a German flag full of holes is fluttering in the wind. And not far from this building, the Soviet army and the Ukrainian army were fighting fiercely. Even in order to compete for this block, the two sides had more than one tragic hand-to-hand battle with bayonets.

However, in any case, Vlasov planted the German battle flag on the head of Kharkov, which also confirms from some aspects that the city of Kharkov has now become the third empire. control area. Although the street fighting there is still in full swing, it does not affect the fact that the German army has occupied Kharkov for publicity.

Akado turned around a little bit, looked at the city of Kharkiv on the wall, which was more than half trapped in the encirclement,

There was no emotion in his eyes. To him now, that city was nothing more than a circle on a map.

He just knew how many soldiers' lives were lost in this circle, how many tanks and cars were destroyed here because of this small circle, and he was even a little numb to these numbers, because he After shooting someone to death with his own hands, he seemed to have a disregard for life.

"Loss situation, read it to me." Akado signaled Syndra to open the document in his hand, and then continued to use the things in his hand to fiddle with the charcoal in the stove beside him.

"The Ukrainian 1st Army lost more than 90,000 people, the Romanian Expeditionary Force lost 1,700 people, and Italy... 149 people were killed in Italy." Syndra slowly reported: "This campaign wiped out 110,000 Soviet troops. 700. Captured 410 cannons . . . about 39,000 captured."

"..." Akado didn't speak, just fiddled with the bonfire in the fireplace with the iron rod in his hand. He was silent, and Syndra had no reason to continue talking, so the whole office suddenly became dull. .

More than 200,000 people fought in a city for nearly a month, turning a city into ruins. Is this a victory worthy of rejoicing? Is this a tragedy worth mourning for? Akado didn't know how to describe it, he just didn't know what kind of expression he should put on to face such an evenly matched fight.

"Allocate 1,000 tents and 10,000 sets of winter padded clothes to the Ukrainian 1st Army... find some equipment that other armies don't like, and send as much as possible." After a long silence, Akado finally spoke. , breaking the dull atmosphere in the room.

"Obey! My Head of State!" Syndra turned and walked out. Anna happened to pass by the door with a cup of coffee, and the Head of State's life secretary and work secretary just passed by.

Anna walked into the room, and the guard outside closed the door with his hands. Akado didn't look at Anna, but stared at Kharkov on the map, and finally asked slowly: "Anna... ...You say, am I a cruel person?"

Anna was taken aback, and stopped holding the coffee pot. She looked at Akado, tilted her head and asked, "Honey, why do you ask?"

"Kharkov is already ours, and I'm full of this idea." Akado pointed to his head and answered Anna's question: "Over 200,000 people were killed on both sides there, but I didn't even There is no sadness in my mind, only the thought of 'Kharkov is ours' in my head."

"Kharkov is ours, and this is what you should think about." Anna looked at Akado, not knowing why the head of state she loved so much was being sympathetic to others. While continuing to pour coffee, she said: "You are the head of state, and the question you think about should be such a big issue. As for how many people died on the battlefield, how many people need to be replenished, and how many people need to die, it should not be the generals' thinking." something?"

That's right, what the head of state should think about is some ruthless situations, and those cold numbers that describe death? Akado looked at the bonfire in the fireplace, and felt that he was surrounded by warm air. In the cold winter, it was a very happy thing.

He took the coffee Anna handed him, took a sip, and let the warm liquid linger in his stomach, then he smiled, a little relieved: Since I started the war, then even if It's a heinous crime, and you shouldn't regret your original choice. If I really came to achieve world peace, then at that moment in 1918, I should have killed Hitler and become the savior of the world. At that time, I did not regard myself as a saint, so now I am even less a saint.

"Even if I go farther and farther on the path of the devil, I'm still me." Akado murmured, then closed his eyes, and began to slowly savor the bitterness of the coffee in his mouth.

At least he still has a warm room, a beating fireplace, a comfortable rocking chair, and a beautiful and sexy woman. In the southern region of the Eastern Front in Russia, there is also a burning bonfire in the cold night, and beside this bonfire, there is a Tiger tank with mottled bullet marks.

This white paint job had turned into a pale off-white tiger tank due to battles and other reasons. On the turret, there was a partially covered serial number——13. Sitting next to the bonfire was the Rennes tank crew who were ordered to stop and rest on their way to the south.

Ren was sitting alone on the tank, holding his mp-44 assault rifle, his cold eyes became sharper and colder in the cold wind. He stared into the distance, as if he was thinking about something. He didn't pay any attention to Bruce over there and Marcus, who came over to gossip, talking about the rumors he heard in surprise.

"I heard that Wittmann won another record of 21 tanks in the central region. Damn it, our road is worse than him." Marcus pouted, stirring the aluminum with a spoon Potato powder mixed with water in the lunch box, while complaining to Andre and Bruce.

Bruce couldn't sit still when he heard it. If it was said that in the past, after coming to the Eastern Front, the record gap between their team and Wittmann's team was narrowing bit by bit, which made them think it was impossible. How long will it take to regain the honor of the number one ace of the armored force, but now the gap between them is getting wider and wider.

"Who knows the damn Soviets, they transferred all their tanks to the central region... If I knew it, we should be in the middle... Hey... I don't even know what I'm talking about." Bruce stomped regretfully , The speech is a bit incoherent.

"Ren! Didn't you say you want to play a record game? Why are you not in a hurry now?" Marcus looked at Ren on the tank and asked in a low voice.

It stands to reason that Ren was thinking about something, and he shouldn't be able to hear Marcus's voice, but he still reacted immediately: "I thought Wolfe was dead, so I was more interested in the record... now , he is still alive, so as long as he is killed, other things are not important."

Yes, it doesn't matter anymore. Ren turned his gaze back from a distance and looked at the bright bonfire. Not far away, some troops were on their way overnight under the light of the fire. The German troops in the entire southern region were advancing towards the Caucasus region. Their The speed is even faster than the Soviet Red Army who came to support here.