Chapter 125:

Chapter 125:

Chapter 125

Horthy Miklós was once a naval admiral of Austria-Hungary, who rose to fame and glory.

He served as the emperor’s aide-de-camp, suppressed the naval rebellion, and became a rear admiral for his merits even before the defeat.

But Austria-Hungary lost the war. And he could no longer be a sailor.

The diplomats of the Allied Powers tore the empire apart with their cunning tongues.

The United Kingdom was dissolved, and Hungary lost its access to the sea.

An admiral of a landlocked country. He often muttered that and laughed bitterly.

By the Treaty of Trianon, Hungary was reduced to a third of its former size. The people were furious.

The war was started by Austria, but Hungary suffered the consequences.

The Hungarians were outraged, and some even participated in the communist uprising.

Admiral Horthy shuddered.

‘Dirty traitors to the nation.’

Of course, he himself was not so clean. Horthy knew it well.

He cooperated with Romania, who had taken Transylvania from him, to suppress the communist uprising. And he ‘usurped’ the throne.

“A regent of a kingless country and an admiral of a sealess country...”

People often laughed when they called him that.

He drove away the king and claimed to be the regent, and he lost the sea and called himself the admiral.

And now it seemed that another strange title would be added to him. Hmm, what would it be?

His wrinkled hand trembled as he rummaged through the documents sealed with a stamp. The times demanded his decision.

The Hungarian army had joined the war with the German army and suffered a terrible defeat together.

The Soviet Union sponsored a coup in Romania, and the neighboring Romania was ruled by a young king who was established by thugs.

The situation was similar in Yugoslavia, which was once part of the empire.

The king was driven away and only thugs controlled by the Soviet Union were rampant.

Hungary was now like a candle in front of the wind.

At any time, the red army and the army with red blood could march into the territory. Germany had sent its divisions northward, claiming to capture Leningrad.

In such a situation, a letter arrived.

<Bear the burden for Hungary -Joseph Stalin>

Now the Soviet Union demanded that Hungary surrender. Would he surrender after spilling more blood of the young? Or would he give up everything and let the country fall into the hands of thugs?

Of course, at the request of the Hungarian government, the German army was pouring into Budapest.

The pro-German military officers and the fascist scum of the Arrow Cross Party openly talked about the permanent stationing of the German army.

Horthy had no power to stop such a situation.

“Your Excellency? Your Excellency?”

Knock, knock, knock, someone knocked on his door.

The voice was familiar. It was the old butler who had served the family since he was a child.

He had brought the old butler with him even after he became the regent and lived in the official residence.

He had seen him for decades, so Horthy was more comfortable with him than anyone else.

But he had never heard him speak in such a voice in decades.

What was so urgent at this hour? If it was really urgent, maybe he would have called. He doubted that, but Horthy opened the door anyway.

“I’m sorry, Your Excellency...”

“!”

The old butler was trembling, holding a huge hand as big as a pot lid.

The owner of the hand had pointed a gun at the butler’s head, and now pointed it at Horthy.

Shocked and terrified, Horthy froze.

The giant who held the butler was hideously ugly. Not only was he so big that he had to look up, but he also had a huge scar across his left cheek, making him look like a warrior from a myth.

“Ah, Your Excellency. Could you... please be quiet?”

The giant cocked and loaded his gun, speaking in a soft voice.

Horthy finally realized what was going on. He was once a soldier, but now he was a politician.

He couldn’t not know about the Freudenthal Special Assault Unit, the hottest topic in the newspaper.

The appearance of their leader was so distinctive.

Even today, he had received a German newspaper with an exclusive interview with Skorzeny.

But why was the man who should be fussing in Berlin in the regent’s official residence in Budapest?

“Skorzeny... why are you?”

“Yes, that’s right. Senior Assault Leader, Otto Skorzeny, Your Excellency.”

He treated the old butler like a piece of paper.

They were a bit anxious, but wouldn’t the Führer lead them all?

It was the duty of the masses to obey and follow the leader of the nation absolutely.

They wanted to trust the Führer.

If not, the burden they would have to lose was too huge.

***

“Are they, they, they, crazy?”

“...I’m sorry, Comrade Secretary.”

Beria bowed his head with a stiff face. But I had no intention of punishing Beria yet. There was no reason for a sane person to be punished for not predicting the madman’s thoughts.

Of course, Beria was not a very sane person either... but there are many ways to be crazy.

“No, we at least set up a local collaborator, but they just took the guy who was in their country and put him in? Are they sane?”

“They don’t seem to be, since before...”

Ah, yes. They had been doing all kinds of weird things since before.

As they recovered the lost territories, the atrocities committed by the German army were revealed one by one, and it was clear that they were crazier than the actual history or more.

It was Hitler who changed, and he was responsible for everything. But... the problem was not at the level of Hungary.

I thought it was within the realm of common sense to terrorize and kidnap the leaders of the enemy countries during the war. As long as they didn’t use NBC or weapons of mass destruction.

The kidnapping of Horthy was just a matter of how to manage Hungary afterwards.

The real problem was the ‘SS Sanitation Unit’.

I felt a chill down my spine as soon as I saw that name in the German army’s material management.

Fuck, those crazy bastards.

“By the way, Comrade Secretary, why did you order us to investigate these units...?”

Beria had two folders in his hands. The only thing they had in common was that they were units that did sanitation work. People were puzzled.

Why did he link two units that were thousands of kilometers apart?

One was the sanitation unit of the German Armed SS, and the other was the Quarantine and Water Supply Unit of the Japanese Kwantung Army. What did they have to do with each other?

But my hand trembled as I looked through the folders. I knew the future, and I saw the list of materials that came and went.

“These crazy bastards...”

Crack. People shuddered at the sound of my teeth grinding.

Beria ordered his subordinates to distribute the copies, and they began to look through the documents to see what was going on.

“Um, why do they need so many people for the sanitation unit...”

“That’s what I’m saying. And Zyklon is a pesticide for horses, right? The Pasho SS doesn’t have a cavalry unit, as far as I know.”

The quick-witted ones pointed out the problems one by one. They seemed to be getting closer to the truth.

“Borosilov!”

“Yes! Comrade Secretary!”

But our sharp-eyed Borosilov just scratched his head and shook his head. Well, it was okay if he didn’t catch on.

“Can you... infiltrate Harbin and Riga and destroy the facilities there?”

“Y-yes?”

His eyes widened. So did the others. Harbin? Manchuria?

“But we have a non-aggression pact with the Japanese Empire... sir...”

One of the generals shrunk back at my glare.

Borosilov seemed to be wondering if it was possible or not. Spetsnaz was not something that could teleport and appear with a pop.

Harbin might be possible if he went around China and infiltrated, or went through Liaodong, but... Riga?

To get to Riga, the major city of the Baltic region, he had to break through the German army’s defense line.

They were pushing now, but it was a different matter to infiltrate dozens or hundreds of armed men and blow up the ‘facilities’.

“If you order me, I can do it, but...”

“Then do it. As soon as possible!”

“Yes!”

They had never seen me so angry before, and they saluted sharply. Beria followed me quietly as I left the meeting room with a swagger.

“Comrade Secretary, are these places...”

Beria seemed to understand at my glance. And he made a disgusted expression. I wanted to tell him that he was disgusting enough, but I didn’t say it out loud.

He interpreted that expression as disgust for the German and Japanese fascists, and bowed his head and retreated, saying he would do his best to support me.

Damn bastards. It seemed that something worse was happening, as the scale was much larger than what I knew. I wanted to declare war on Japan right away and switch sides, but... as a realpolitik, Stalin’s memory stopped me.

I had to tell Roosevelt. It was like a kid telling his brother to bite him, but that was the best I could do right now.

Would Roosevelt, or Wallace, do a back deal like Truman, who received the data and pardoned the criminals?

I didn’t know.

I wouldn’t let them go like that.