Chapter 60

Berlin, Capitol.

The head of state who used to live in the bunker can finally move into the luxury bedroom.

Those bombers that fly around Berlin every day will no longer disturb their sleep and add to their inner fear.

"Siegfried, you are the hero of the third empire, the most perfect Aryan, and my most loyal guard."

The Fuehrer woke up from the soft big bed, put on his nightgown, opened the door and said.

Although there was no gentle lover EVA beside him, ziegfried standing outside the door gave him a sense of security.

There is no need to worry about the threat to life safety, nor is there any need to fear that the Allied forces will break through Berlin and drag themselves to the square to be hanged.

The head of the third empire had a good sleep after a long absence.

But just a dozen hours ago, in order to test how strong Aryan Superman was, he personally ordered Siegfried to kill tens of thousands of captured Soviet troops.

The soldiers who were evaporated by the broken light and cut off their limbs, their wailing, their crying, their blood and stumps... Did not make the Fuehrer's heart fluctuate at all.

As a mediocre painter with little talent and rejected by art schools, he even felt that it was the best color in the world.

"Hasn't the saint general arrived yet?"

The head of state rang the service bell, and soon the cook brought the prepared food.

He skillfully picked up the knife and fork and cut the small steak on the plate.

Although the delicacies of the third empire were pig feet, sausages and all kinds of bread, he personally appreciated the French cooking.

"Their research on food is as skillful and proficient as raising a white flag and surrendering."

The head of state commented.

"The saint general is on his way back. He was busy chasing a defected female scientist who was a British spy."

Zigfried, who was tall and almost touched the ceiling chandelier, replied truthfully.

"What a careless thing. I wanted to praise him."

The Fuehrer put down his knife and fork and chewed the food in his mouth, with a disappointed expression on his face.

"The saint general could have become a hero of the third empire like you, but he didn't seize the opportunity."

At present, there are three "battleship classes" in Berlin, except for Siegfried.

There are two left. I haven't seen them yet.

The Fuhrer only knows that a woman named zieglind is keeping the whole city on alert in the air defense tower.

The other is called zigmund, who is responsible for exterminating the guerrillas outside the city.

The two of them had an amazing record of reporting dozens of allied bombers.

"I wonder if the cowards of the allies will cry out in fear."

The Fuehrer was so satisfied that he felt blessed again.

Soon, the Third Reich will stop its tendency to collapse and become stronger.

Too easy to get power will expand one's ambition infinitely.

Just like the red skeleton who mastered the cosmic cube, the head of state was so excited that he subconsciously ignored the difficult situation of the third empire and even began to plan to attack Stalingrad and win Moscow again.

He always resented the defeat of the German army in front of the Soviets.

This time, the opportunity to prove your ability has come!

"The holy general is here."

When the phone rang at the bedside of the bedroom, Siegfried picked up the receiver, answered it for a few seconds and said the news.

"He is already downstairs, waiting for the Fuehrer to meet you."

"Let the holy general come up. Although he made a mistake, he also made contributions and shed blood for the third empire. I can't treat meritorious officials badly!"

With a big hand from the Fuehrer, Siegfried opened the door. Before long, the cold looking Saint general appeared at the door.

"You look depressed, Saint general. I've heard that. Don't worry about being punished. The failure of security work is not within your responsibility, and you're still working hard to solve those problems - although you didn't succeed."

The Fuehrer put his hands behind his back and barefoot on the dark patterned carpet.

If you ignore the long wine red Nightgown dragged to his ankles, he looks like a victorious general.

"You're a hero. You brought my miracle weapon and saved the third empire - although it's a little late."

The Fuehrer took off his glasses as if to remove the seal.

He glared at the holy general with a straight back, threw off his pencil and said in a loud voice, "you owe me a reasonable explanation, general."

"I read your report and asked Siegfried that the Aryan Superman project has been completed for months -"

"It's actually longer than that, almost a year, my head of state."

The saint general interrupted the head of state who was about to enter a roaring state after lifting the seal and said calmly, "I created the first type-1 Aryan Superman eleven months ago."

"The first type II was also put into use soon, followed by the production of 'tank class'. The three' warship classes' appeared later."

The head of state who was interrupted put on his glasses and then took it off.

After Rereading the note.

The seal was lifted again.

Roar start!

"So! You never told me this in this year! Watching the Empire retreat and my spirit tortured by Allied bombers!"

The Fuehrer did not understand what the saint general had done. He was very angry and couldn't help scolding "slag".

"I thought the red skeleton would last longer. And at that time, Aryan Superman was not ready. They couldn't change the pattern of war."

The saint general remained calm and explained in a calm voice: "after World War I, many Germans thought that tanks were just novelty and didn't care. Some even laughed at goodrian and said, 'what war machine, it only carries flour'. That's because they only saw 'one tank', not 'a group of tanks'."

"Only people like goodrian can see the real value of tanks. It also makes your empire, Fuehrer."

"I will give you an invincible super army and a great victory to cheer up the Germans - but that is based on the premise that Aryan Superman can join the battlefield in groups."

"If I tell you the news in advance, with all due respect, you may directly send them out to die for nothing and make meaningless consumption."

The saint general's outspokenness raised the head of state's anger to a higher level.

He could not tolerate the accusations of others, especially in such a humiliating tone of certainty.

"That's enough, Saint general. The 'Aryan Superman' will no longer belong to you. Step back!"

Considering the contributions made by the holy general over the years, the head of state endured and waved his hand to let the other party back.

"My head of state, why don't you want to face up to your mistakes?"

The saint general put his hands behind his back, motionless, shook his head and said, "you're like a crazy man who lost his mind and asked Siegfried to kill tens of thousands of Soviet prisoners. You didn't even think that this would only arouse the resistance of the allies and no one would surrender in the future."

"I'm the one who's disappointed in you. You're just a hick in Orlando. You're lucky to sit in this seat because you were born in a country with Prussian rigidity and a group of fools willing to listen to your nonsense."

"You have the most powerful war machine in the world, but you personally buried it in your bottomless arrogance... Fuehrer, I believe more firmly than you, a great third empire! I also believe more firmly that the empire is worthy of being led by a more talented leader than you."

The words of the saint general completely angered the head of state.

He picked up the pencil on the carpet and said calmly, "Oh, general. I didn't expect you to treat me like this. It's -- it's a pity."

"You can't see the third empire in your mind and the more talented leader than me."

"Siegfried, kill him!"

With the order of the Fuehrer, Siegfried, who was silent like a statue, came and stood in front of the saint general.

His eyes were blazing, and the terrible energy jumped like wisps of blue lightning.

"Yes."

Said Siegfried.

Then——

He turned and looked at the Fuehrer himself.

Dazzling light gushed out of his eyes.