Chapter 132:

Chapter 132:

Chapter 132

The Northern Group Army, which boasted a million-strong force, fled in a few months as a pathetic remnant.

The territories they had captured were taken back by the Soviet Army, and their defensive line was pushed back to Pskov, where they had set foot last year.

The Soviet Army was stronger than ever, but the German Army was far from its heyday.

Faced with a situation that seemed to collapse in an instant, the German officers stopped thinking.

“You stupid bastards! How dare you deceive me? Are they also traitors, spies?”

“Please calm down, my Führer...”

Bang! The Führer threw whatever he could get his hands on.

The attendees said nothing and trembled, waiting for the Führer’s rage to subside.

The Northern Group Army was virtually gone. It was common sense in modern military science that a unit was considered annihilated if it lost 30% of its combat capability. But the Northern Group Army had 70% of its troops killed or captured, and the remaining 30% were mostly wounded.

It was literally evaporated, once the most powerful unit of Germany.

“Are we completely driven out of the North Russian region now? By your incompetent command? Well, Field Marshal Manstein, say something if you have anything to say. Do you have anything to say to the hundreds of thousands of sons of Greater Germany who died or were captured?”

“...I have nothing to say. My Führer.”

Manstein clenched his teeth.

‘My Führer, one of those ‘sons of Greater Germany’ is my son.’

His son, Gero von Manstein, had gone to the battlefield and his fate was unknown. What had happened to the prisoners, especially the son of the enemy commander who had trampled Leningrad? Manstein did not want to imagine it at all.

Of course, the Führer did not seem to care about that.

“You useless eaters! What are you going to do now? Damn it, damn it!”

The Führer was literally glowing. He was not foaming at the mouth, but he screamed at them with his eyes bloodshot and his neck veins bulging.

But screaming did not produce any solutions.

“...”

All the generals were silent. From Göring, who was angry that the Führer had forced air supply and lost dozens of pilots in Finland, to the lower-ranking generals who did not know what to say in this situation.

After launching a preemptive attack on the Soviet Union, the result of a year and a half of fighting was that the Soviet Union had grown to an unbearable size.

Germany was running out of manpower and had to send even the skilled workers from the factories to the battlefield, while the Soviet Union conscripted more and more soldiers endlessly.

“My Führer... The Imperial Security Headquarters has obtained the Soviet Army’s additional conscription plan for next year.”

“...”

“They plan to conscript at least another two million more...”

The intelligence officer said nervously. Sighs erupted everywhere.

Everyone was desperate.

The Soviet Army was now not much inferior to the German Army in quality.

Their officer corps and soldier training level, which were initially pathetic, had improved gradually through the battles across the front line.

But the elite officer corps and the soldiers trained by harsh training, who were the pride of the German Army, were mostly buried in the vast plains of Eastern Europe or became prisoners of the Soviet Army.

Now the soldiers who were sent to the battlefield were hastily trained ones who lacked combat capability.

The healthy ones were the first to be dragged and killed, and the ones who were additionally conscripted were the ones who would not have been able to go near the army in normal situations.

“They came to the army?”

Tens of thousands of Nazi party members were mobilized to encourage participation in the war with a march of slogans. They carried placards saying <Long live the total war> or <Let’s annihilate the Jewish-Bolshevik reds> and shouted slogans like <Long live the Führer> and <Long live the victory>.

“Long live the Führer! Long live the victory! The German people need your dedication for the victory. Join the army!”

The young Eugenics members distributed posters they had made themselves on the streets. Their seniors, who had been their role models, had already been deployed to the Armed Guard’s Eugenics Division by region.

There were no young people on the streets of Germany, mostly middle-aged and older, but that was not important to the fanatics.

“More manpower! A bigger army! The German people need an army!”

During the day, the Eugenics boys roamed the streets, and at night, the secret police looked for people to drag to the army.

<People’s Assault Force>.

This was the name of the unit that the newly conscripted people would join.

***

[Good. Our intelligence agency also reported that the bombing would have a significant effect.]

“Thank you! That’s very good news.”

The season of mud had arrived on the eastern front. The front line was temporarily in a lull. Of course, this was only for the ground forces tied to the land. The sky was still hot with the heat of the battlefield.

The US military mobilized hundreds of bombers to bomb the factories in Schweinfurt and the power production dams in the Ruhr Valley.

A small city was turned into a sea of fire, and the dam collapsed, flooding thousands of households, but the US did not care.

The bloody war in the Atlantic had ignited the Americans’ thirst for revenge.

The beaches of the Azores were already soaked with the blood of American soldiers.

Through intelligence, the US military learned that Germany was in a panic over the surprise bombing and asked for more bombing targets.

They also said they would bomb Japan in a similar way and stepped up the development of large heavy bombers.

“Our Soviet Army plans to launch an offensive in the east during the winter and drive the German Army out of Soviet territory. We will join the war against Japan as soon as possible after we finish off Germany.”

[This time I have to thank you.]

On the Pacific front, it seemed that they were able to maintain the connection with Australia thanks to the defeat of the Japanese at Guadalcanal. But they had not yet commissioned the ships to replace the sunken battleships and aircraft carriers, so they could not launch an offensive.

[Next year, we will also commission new battleships. Our full-scale counterattack will start then.]

Fifteen Iowa-class battleships, including the newly commissioned battleship Iowa, were under construction.

There was nothing to say about the US Navy’s idea of building dozens of sturdy and powerful battleships to counter the Yamato of the Japanese Navy.

They needed a huge ship to compete with the Yamato, which had a displacement of over 70,000 tons, so they built the Iowa-class, which had a displacement of 50,000 tons, one after another.

The US industrial production capacity, which could build such ships while blocking the eastern front, was truly enviable.

‘I wish we could build that many fleets too...’

With the Soviet’s poor shipbuilding technology and steel production capacity, they could not build such ships while holding the eastern front.

And knowing that carriers were much more efficient through the knowledge of the future, they could not afford to pour billions of rubles into battleships.

Despite the fact that battleships were men’s romance.

A Soviet Soyuz-class battleship fleet that would sail proudly in the North Atlantic, the Mediterranean, and the Pacific! He imagined that his thing, which would not stand up anymore, would spring up at the thought of that, but that was not possible.

Battleships or that.

As a second best option, they were training for carrier construction and naval aviation establishment after the war, but they were not satisfied.

“Ah, and there is a very good way for the US to pressure Japan.”

[Yes? What is that?]