Chapter 790

Akado sat on the couch of the wolf's den, fiddling with the fire in the fireplace. The whole room was warm as spring, and there were some delicate cakes on the table. The cream on them was delicate and delicious.

On a wall behind him hangs a huge map of Europe, on which the occupied areas of Germany have been carefully marked. The entire southern cluster under the command of the three valiant generals modle, goodrian, and Manstein is pressing against the Soviet lifeline Caucasus, while in the central region, lundstadt, Vlasov Kluger's central cluster is also about to move. At the northernmost, Liszt and Wilkes, who are moving to Finland, are also actively preparing for the war. The whole east line has been in flames everywhere.

Akkado knew that his steps had not actually reached the farthest place the German army had ever reached in another time and space. He just walked more steadily and faster than Hitler's Nazi German army.

And this time, he will go further and go more brilliant. He would like to know what kind of outcome he would get after he summed up the lessons of failure and made more efforts to do what Hitler could not do. He is ready for everything, twice as strong as Germany at the same time in history, but he is not an immortal after all and can't see his own future.

"Dangdang." There was a knock on the thick solid wood door outside the door, and akado's hand holding a long iron rod to poke the fire stopped. He turned around. On his SS uniform, the silver ornament was shining white in the fire. He looked at the door and said slowly, "come in."

Pushing the door open, hindra went to the place one meter in front of akado, stood at attention, raised his arm: "my Fuehrer."

"Is there any news from Kharkov?" Akado looked at his work secretary and asked, "or what's the trouble with the promotion of the south?"

"Report to the head of state, just now marshal lundstedt of the central group called. His right wing, marshal Vlasov's Ukrainian 1st group army, with the assistance of the Italian expeditionary force and the Romanian expeditionary force, has captured the center of Kharkov."

At this time, in the center of Kharkov, on the roof of the landmark building, a German flag full of holes is flying in the wind. Not far from the building, the Soviet and Ukrainian troops were fighting fiercely. Even in order to fight for the block, the two sides had more than one fierce white-edged battle with red bayonets.

However, in any case, Vlasov planted the German flag in the city of Kharkov, which confirmed from some aspects that Kharkov has now become the control area of the third empire. Although the street fighting there was still in full swing, it did not affect the fact that the German army publicized the occupation of Kharkov.

Akkado turned a little bit and looked at the city Kharkov on the wall, most of whom were trapped in the encirclement. There was no emotion in his eyes. For him now, the city was nothing more than a circle on the map.

He just knows how many lives of soldiers have been lost in this small circle, how many tanks and cars have been destroyed here, and he is even numb to these figures, because he seems to have been indifferent to life since he shot and killed people with his own hands.

"The loss, read it to me." Akado motioned hindra to open the file in his hand, and then continued to use the things in his hand, fiddling with the charcoal in the nearby stove.

"The first group army of Ukraine lost more than 90000 people, the Romanian expeditionary army lost 1700 people, Italy... Italy lost 149 people." Sindera spoke slowly and reported: "the total annihilation of 111700 Soviet troops in this battle. 410 guns were captured... About 39000 people were captured. "

"..." akado didn't speak. He just used his iron rod to poke the bonfire in the fireplace. He was silent, and hindra had no reason to continue to speak, so the whole office suddenly became dull.

More than 200000 people have been fighting in a city for nearly a month, which has turned a city into ruins. Is this a victory worthy of cheering? Is this a tragedy worth mourning for? Akado does not know how to describe it. He just does not know what kind of expression he should put on to face such a close fight.

"Allocate 1000 tents and 10000 winter cotton padded suits to the first Ukrainian army... Find some equipment that other army groups despise, and send as many as possible." After a long silence, akado finally opened his mouth and broke the dull atmosphere in the room.

"Yes! My Fuehrer Cinderella turned and went out. Anna just passed the door with her coffee. The life secretary and work secretary of the head of state passed by.

Anna enters the room, and the guard outside takes the door with his hand. Akado doesn't look at Anna, but stares at Kharkov on the map, and finally asks slowly, "Anna... Do you think I'm a cold person?"

Anna was stunned and stopped holding the coffee pot. She looked at akado and asked, "honey, why do you ask?"

"Kharkov is already ours. I'm full of this idea." Akado pointed to his head to answer Anna's question: "there were more than 200000 people killed by both sides, but I didn't even have a sad mind. All I had in my head was the idea that" Kharkov is ours. "“ Kharkov is ours. That's what you should think about. " Anna looked at akado, did not know that he loved the Fuehrer, now because of what compassion. As she continued to pour coffee, she said, "you are the head of state. The question you think about should be such a big event. As for how many people died on the battlefield, how many additional people are needed, and how many more people need to die, shouldn't that be what the generals think?" Yes, what the head of state should think about is the cold situation, and the cold numbers that describe death? Akado looked at the campfire 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 that Anna gave him, took a sip, and let the warm liquid linger in his stomach. Then he laughed and felt relieved: since I started the war, even if it was heinous, he should not regret his original choice. If I really want to achieve world peace, I should have killed Hitler at that moment in 1918 and become the Savior of the world. At that time, I didn't regard myself as a saint, so now I'm not a saint“ Even if it's going further and further down the path of the devil, I'm still me. " Akado murmured, then closed his eyes and began to savor the bitter coffee in his mouth. At least he has a warm room, a beating fireplace, charcoal fire, a comfortable rocking chair and beautiful and sexy women. In the southern part of the eastern line of Russia, there is also a bonfire burning and beating on a cold night. Next to the bonfire, there is a Tiger tank with mottled bullet marks. This white painting, because of the battle and various reasons, has become a light gray Tiger tank. On the turret of the tank, there is a part of the serial number 13 covered. Sitting next to the campfire was the lane tank crew, who was ordered to stop and rest on the way to the south. Ryan was sitting alone in the tank car, holding his mp-44 assault rifle. His cold eyes were sharper and colder in the cold wind. He looked into the distance as if thinking of something. He didn't pay any attention to Bruce and Marcus, who came here to gossip. He was surprised and said what he heard“ It's said that weitmann, in the central region, has won another 21 tanks. Damn it, we are worse and worse than him all the way. " Marcus curled his mouth and stirred the watered potato flour in the aluminum lunch box with a spoon, complaining to Andre and Bruce. Bruce can't sit still when he hears about it. In the past, after he came to the east line, the gap between their car crew and weitmann's car crew is narrowing, which makes them think that they can regain the number one ace of the armored forces in a short time. As a result, the gap between them is getting bigger and bigger“ Who knows that the bloody Soviets have transferred their tanks to the central region... We should have been in the middle... Hi... I don't know what I'm talking about. " Bruce stamped his feet with regret and said something incoherent“ Ryan! Don't you mean to play a record game? Why don't you worry now? " Marcus looked at Ryan on the tank and asked in a low voice. Normally speaking, Ryan is thinking about something and should not hear Marcus' voice, but he immediately responded: "originally, I thought wolf was dead, so I was more interested in the record... Now, he is still alive, so as long as you kill him, other things are not important." Yes, it doesn't matter. Ryan looked back from a distance to the bright campfire. Not far away, some troops were on their way all night under the light of the fire. The whole German army in the southern region was advancing towards the Caucasus. Their speed was even faster than that of the Soviet Red Army who came here to support them.