Chapter 72:

Chapter 72:

Chapter 72

“Heil Hitler! Glory to the Aryans!”

“Heil Hitler!”

“Heil Hitler!”

At the same time, in Berlin on the other side of Europe, a solemn New Year’s Eve party was being held.

The high-ranking officials of the Third Reich and their allies who 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 briefly raised his hand in response, and the attendees answered with more fervent cheers.

They clapped endlessly as he walked along the central aisle to the high seat, and they did not stop clapping until he sat down and raised his hand.

“You have all gathered well. The leaders who lead our Germany, our brothers from the allied countries of Japan, Italy, Spain, France, Britain, Finland, Hungary, Baltics and Croatia. I am glad to see you.”The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.

“Wooooo!!!”

As each country’s name was called, those who came from there stood up and greeted the audience, and the Germans welcomed their comrades from afar with applause, cheers and ovations.

After a round of introducing each delegation, with Croatia’s Ustaše as the last one, the Führer resumed his speech.

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

“Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!”

“And those who were once our enemies, those who came from the same root as us, have sworn to unite again and move forward together. Isn’t that right? Hahahaha.”

At that remark, Pierre Laval from Vichy France and William Joyce from Britain, who had once been ‘enemy countries’, blushed and nodded awkwardly.

France and Britain had suffered humiliating defeats. France fell in just six weeks, and Britain surrendered after several major cities were reduced to rubble.

The Vichy government and the British ‘legitimate’ government, the new governments that were established, promised to cooperate fully with Germany, but it seemed that the dignitaries here did not feel ashamed.

Of course, not all Nazis would be oblivious to that.

It was a kind of ‘taming’. One way or another, the opposition would think of them as traitors, and to suppress the opposition and maintain power, they had to cooperate with Germany.

And to get Germany’s cooperation, they promised to form the ‘British Volunteer Legion’ and the ‘French National Army’ and send them to the front lines.

They also had to allow Germany to take away their core industrial facilities.

Hundreds of thousands of workers had already been deployed to various industrial sites under German supervision.

They were producing weapons and food for the Germans to carry and fight with.

The only thing that improved was that at least the British could eat enough under Nazi surveillance.

The naval blockade was lifted and food from North Africa, Asia and France began to flow in.

Of course, in exchange for food, but many anti-German and pro-communist people had disappeared somewhere.

Many people were silent in fear.

“...We will punish those arrogant Yankees on the new continent and destroy those filthy Jews-Bolsheviks! Let us all do our best for this world hegemony that we will achieve!”

The Yankees on the new continent had sunk several ships but responded by simply producing more.

To capture the airfields built by Axis on Azores and Madeira islands, they attempted landings and air raids but failed several times.

They bled and suffered losses.

But America never gave up.

If it didn’t work once, they tried twice. If it didn’t work twice, they tried three times.

America’s strong economy gave them a reason to be arrogant.

It seemed as if we were arrogant for trying to challenge them.

***

The German troops were showered with ‘gifts’ from the front line, as if they were Christmas or New Year’s presents. Gifts that they would literally die for.

Last winter, the Soviet Union had bombed Finnish territory and claimed that they were air-dropping bread to the Finnish people.

An absurd excuse.

Among them were incendiary bombs filled with explosives.

The Finns called them ‘Molotov’s bread baskets’, mocking the Soviet statement.

But now, Stalin himself was sending plenty of gifts to Germany’s good friends. Not by planes, but by V1 missiles.

“Here they come! Those dickheads!”

“Aaaahhhhh!”

Hundreds of victory missiles were fired from the front line every day, inflicting considerable damage on the German troops.

The blizzard was so fierce that the accuracy was not good, but the blizzard also affected the other side.

The deployment of aircraft that could intercept the victory missiles was limited, and the anti-aircraft guns also had their limits.

The defense side also faced considerable difficulties.

More than anything, the Soviet Union was flying these things at a cost that was almost zero compared to real aircraft, and they were constantly improving them, increasing their accuracy or adding proximity fuses to inflict more damage.

The German army began to call these V-1 missiles “Stalin’s cockhead”.

They were long and sausage-like, resembling a penis, and it was also a catchy insult that stuck in their mouths.

This name quickly spread throughout the army.

It was too rare for the soldiers to call them bread baskets like the Finns did.

Bread, especially white bread with plenty of butter on it, had become a thing of the past in their memories, as they constantly flew by making strange noises.

“Ha... we’re doomed...”

The soldiers despaired as they watched the supply depot go up in flames after being hit by a missile.

Stalin loaded his penis with a variety of things: fiery incendiary bombs, traditional cluster bombs, and high explosives that exploded when detonated.

The soldiers swore at their supply situation, which was getting worse by the day due to weather, roads, and Soviet bombing.

The German soldiers had a very colorful and rich imagination as they held and chewed on Stalin’s penis, his wife, mother, and children.

“Phew... Stalin’s a fucking asshole....”

“If you look at that little fucker sticking his dick up anything, his mother is probably... heh heh.”

The Germans, who were rationed a tub of chocolate for two, a few pieces of horsemeat, and a large portion of whatever it was they were eating for Christmas dinner, and a thumb’s worth of butter for New Year’s, cracked jokes to take their minds off their hungry bellies.

Of course, the Soviet spies didn’t bother to report this stuff to the troop commissars, so the chief didn’t do much about the numerous insults.

The Soviets were, frankly, being mean enough.

Instead of fighting in the “fair and square” manner of army against army, they used dirty tactics like missile attacks, supply depot bombings, and special forces blowing up railroads, bridges, and roads to starve and harass the sons of Germany.

The luckiest were able to be sent to the rear, but many soldiers suffering from medical problems still capable of fighting were forced to stay at the front until the end.

They had two choices: die and be buried in the vast expanse of Eastern Europe that would become Lebensraum, or starve in the cold until they were a pair of assholes.

It was a mercy, perhaps, that the soldiers teased their mouths.

Surviving the harsh Russian winter with inadequate supplies was already a death sentence.

Even Stalin, cruel and vicious as he was, had one last mercy for those on death row.

Faced with a miserable fate, the men enjoyed a day of entertainment that might be their last.