Chapter 1145

In Berlin, Germany, akkado is holding his son Caesar and playing games with several nannies happily. He pours on his son happily, and then lets the little guy kick his chest with his feet. The little guy was very happy with his smile. His voice flew out of the window through the corridor, causing the birds outside the window to chirp.

Little Caesar is still in the stage of not understanding things, he looked around curiously, a pair of beautiful big eyes blinking. Akkado likes little Caesar's soft brown hair very much. He can't help touching Caesar's hair with his broad palm every time he hugs him.

"The little guy is very healthy. His legs are really strong." After playing for a while, akkado had to stop, because of the lack of exercise, he had been tortured by his son panting. Anna and Mercedes, who were watching, were laughing and complaining that akado should strengthen his exercise.

"When my army takes Moscow, I'll run every morning!" With his son in his arms, the comfortable face of akkado, though sweating on his forehead, still smiles sweeter than winning the war: "I'm already very happy. At least I can hold my son here for a while. Brauchich's grandson has heard that he is almost a month old, and he hasn't had time to go home to have a look."

His words made Anna and Mercedes laugh again, because the victory from the front line, the internal economic development and the situation of the whole Germany are getting better and better, and the time for people to talk and play is correspondingly increasing. Compared with akkado, who was silent and even hysterical when he just started the war, there are other changes in the world.

"Marshal Gallipoli called from Italy yesterday and said that people from the papal hall were being arranged to come to our children's mass. Now we all think that it's better to flatter the Fuehrer than your children. " Mercedes doesn't look like a woman who has a baby at all. Her figure can be described as perfect. She doesn't have the thick waist of a white woman who has transformed into a bucket.

What many people are worried about now is not the increasingly clear outcome of the war in Germany on the eastern front, but what kind of system the Third Reich of great Germany will implement in the future and what kind of leadership it will have. Frankly speaking, what we are more concerned about is that there will be a new emperor in Germany, We should still use the "democratic system" of the head of state and the prime minister.

At least when we don't have to worry about losing the head of state, our attitude of regarding the head of state as a God has changed a little. Of course, in Germany, there must be no market for those who question akado, but there are many people who think they can replace him.

If the head of state does not claim to be emperor, then this huge empire, which starts from the Atlantic Ocean in the West and ends at the Volga River in the East, is definitely a great stage worth striving for to display its ambition. Although the idea of replacement is impractical, it is absolutely exciting to try to become a successor.

"Personally, I still think it's a good idea to help our little Caesar get the title of honorary European emperor." While teasing his son, akado said to Mercedes: "we will have many more sons. A royal identity and a huge industry are the best wealth we can leave them. It's not a good thing to put them on top of their power. "

"But akado, if you are with me, you can ensure that our offspring will not be bullied or used as lambs to be slaughtered, but what if we are not here?" Mercedes looked at her husband, looked at her husband's side of Anna, and said what she was worried about.

Acardo smiles, and then gives the child to Anna, who has been greedy for Caesar's chubby cheek. Then she stands up and says, "we can't guarantee much. Even if we hold all the power, our offspring can't keep these things. They will be replaced by others. We've given up our power. It's a safer choice than standing at the top. "

He reached out and stroked Mercedes on the shoulder and said, "honey, everything we can do for the children is good enough. They have to solve their own problems, don't they? We give them a choice, which is a happiness that many people have never had

Mercedes nodded, pursed her mouth and did not continue to speak. She watched the sun slanting into the bright window, leaving a piece of bright on the bed. In the bright, beautiful Anna was caressing Little Caesar's pink cheek with long fingers, and Little Caesar was smiling happily. This moment is called happiness for Mercedes.

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The incandescent lamp on the top of the head shakes slightly with the shaking of the earth. In the dark basement of Moscow's Kremlin, because of the unstable voltage, the flickering lights make people in the room a little nervous. We can't see the sun outside here, so we can only tell the time by the clocks on the wall. We can't see hope here, so we can only judge the rest of our time by the expressions on people's faces.

Stalin sat up from his bed and looked at the photo of Lenin facing him. Suddenly, he felt a sense of shame. He did not dare to look at that face again, and did not dare to think of the man who had given the country to him.

"Come on! Somebody! Come on! Take this picture off! Take it off quickly He covered his face and pressed his eyes with his palm, which made him feel a little better. Once he stood in the bright and luxurious conference hall, and the people sitting below applauded him desperately. He echoed like a God, and his words were as authoritative and effective as the law. He fancied a place full of sunshine, a conference hall with a huge five pointed star on the roof and countless lights around it. However, the familiar place is no longer found. What is left there is a piece of ruins. The luxurious decoration has been smashed to pieces by the 280 mm caliber shells fired by the German. The Chamberlain heard his cry and ran in from the outside of the house. Even Stalin, who was so desolate, was also a leader, and a superior being beyond the reach of the Chamberlain. He did not dare to delay and stood at the door, waiting for Stalin to give clearer orders“ Are you deaf? Take that picture down! Hurry up Stalin covered his eyes, he suddenly realized that his beard had not been cleaned for a long time, and those already messy beard stabbed his palm like a knife. The attendant quickly called the guard at the door, and the two men took down the huge photo of Lenin in the basement. They walked away with the photos in their arms, for fear that Stalin, who was covering his face, would suddenly raise his head and give some strange orders. Recently, the work of serving Stalin has become more and more difficult. He often wants some strange things. For example, he once proposed that he wanted to eat sea fish, but now Moscow is besieged. Where can I find sea fish to improve the leader's life? As soon as the valet left, a general in Soviet field marshal uniform, surrounded by his entourage and other officials, walked down the corridor to Stalin's bedroom. Today, in the siege of Moscow, Zhukov is the only Soviet general who can wear a marshal's uniform. This general, who has been following Stalin since he made his fortune, stands at the door with a gloomy face, waiting for his subordinates to report to the leaders. After getting permission, the marshal finally met his loyal leader Stalin again: "Comrade Stalin... The war in the south of Moscow was chaotic and uncoordinated. I don't know who gave the order to fight back, but these orders made our troops have no name."“ When I ordered the attack, your troops were retreating, as they were in Ukraine; When I ordered the retreat, your troops were attacking, and that's what happened when I was in Kursk... I'm fed up with this kind of defiance, Zhukov... My orders have never been carried out. " Stalin got up from his bed, then went up to Zhukov and looked at each other with evil eyes“ Comrade Stalin! We have lost this war! " Zhukov did not flinch, with a pair of eyes staring at Stalin: "we now adhere to the dignity of a nation! The honor of a country! The duty of a soldier! If you still have any illusions about winning the war at this time, I have to ask you to look outside - our country is in ruins, no matter what the result is, we can't win the war! " Stalin looked at Zhukov, his hands clenched into fists, and his untidy beard trembled. Finally, he looked away, and then said to Zhukov in a lonely voice, "so, the south of Moscow has been lost? Where else? How many positions has vatukin lost? "“ My headquarters is still in lenino, and I will stick there as long as I can. " Zhukov came here in the hope that Stalin would not give his troops any more ridiculous orders, because this morning one of his commanders got Stalin's Autographed note and asked his troops to use all the tanks to fight back in the direction of Tula - there was only one tank left in the regiment, how could he still have the strength to fight back