Chapter 155:

Chapter 155:

Chapter 155

Model didnt know that the Soviet army was after his neck because of him.

No, he himself was the one who was being chased by the Soviets.

In just two years, the Soviet army had transformed from a ragtag bunch to a formidable force.

If he had known that the weaklings he faced in June of '41 would change so much

No, I shouldnt have invaded the Soviet Union in the first place.

In the brutal war, the elite soldiers of the German army were consumed and disappeared from the battlefield. They couldnt use those who had lost their arms, legs, or eyes as active soldiers.

They had to train soldiers from the rear units or assign them to paperwork, and drag out the administrative soldiers or staff officers who were in their original positions to the front lines.

And that wasnt the end of it. Model recalled the time he went to the hospital to visit the wounded soldiers.

Walter? Walter Model?

Who dares to call the name of the commander-in-chief so casually!

As he walked around the ward, someone called his name.

All the eyes in the ward were drawn to him.

At the end of it, there was an old and haggard wounded soldier who was staring at Model with wide eyes.

Model frowned and scrutinized his familiar face.

Im Hans Muller! Hans from the Domgymnasium in Naumburg! Walter, I cant believe youve become like this. Its unbelievable!

Tha that bastard!

The staff and guards around him were furious, but Model stopped them when he heard the name of his alma mater.

And finally, he was able to recognize him after digging up his vague childhood memories.

He thought there was no way he would be here.

Teacher? Hans teacher?

Yes! Its you, Walter!

The old man in his sixties looked at his former student who had aged much more than he had. Model was speechless.

Didnt you stay out of the last war because you were too old, teacher?

Thats right.

He said that, but he ran to hug his old teacher and found himself in a very awkward situation.

The teachers loose right sleeve couldnt reach out to his beloved student. Hans teacher hesitated for a moment and then blurted out.

I gave it to the country.

Tears welled up in his eyes. He couldnt say anything. Model silently hugged his old teacher who had grown old.

The people around them were also dumbfounded.

It was a touching reunion of a teacher and a student in the hospital. But if the student was a fifty-year-old field commander and the teacher was a sixty-something old man, was this a comedy or a tragedy?

This war, where the young people were all dead and the old and the children were dragged into the war.

***

I saw you in the newspapers sometimes, but I thought you were a namesake. Now I see it.

Ha ha It just happened.

The son of a shy teacher who went to Domgymnasium had become a veteran of a hundred battles. Hans teacher shook his head as if he couldnt believe the reports. He poured himself another cup of coffee with an awkward gesture.

Its hard to have a cup of coffee in the rear. This is the first decent coffee Ive had in a long time

He said that and put a lot of sugar and cream in his coffee. Model knew it too. The rear was short of everything.

They had brought down Britain and opened the sea route, but the national budget was in deficit.

The regime forced the people to buy war bonds.

Almost all the foreign currency they could get was requisitioned to buy the war materials that had skyrocketed in price.

And that wasnt enough.

The military production was also hampered.

As the commander-in-chief of the eastern front, Model started to look at the data from there and bit his lip.

But how old are you, teacher?

Heh, the country told me to come out, so I had to. I think they dragged me out because there was no soldier in my house. Im worried about my grandson, who has no one to take care of him

What? Didnt you have a son, teacher?

He died.

Oops, he asked a stupid question. Model flinched.

Lately, after these meetings, the president always called Heisenberg.

Doctor, doctor, please how much longer?

Your Excellency, please wait for one more year!

Lately, the president, who had been taking more pervitin, screamed and kicked with bloodshot eyes.

The secretaries and guards tried to calm him down by touching his body, and then it was Heisenbergs turn.

Your Excellency, according to your orders, all the staff of our laboratory are working with utmost effort and enthusiasm to complete Project Spandau as soon as possible! But realistically, without more time

One year is too late! Who knows when those damned inferior races will push into Berlin! Bombs are already falling in the German Empire Ughahaha

I will do my best, Your Excellency!

The president seemed to be howling. The guards looked at him with boredom. They had seen this for a year, and it was understandable. Heisenberg could only say that he would do his best every time.

Nothing was actually happening.

I see I see please develop it as soon as possible we will try to stop the filthy inferior races from coming in somehow

Thank you, Your Excellency!

If we have gas and bacteria, we might be able to stop them for a while Doctor, you have to speed up the research and development!

Heisenberg was speechless. He knew from the newspapers what the scientists in Japan were doing. And Germany was doing the same?

Of course, he could not do much.

There were plenty of people who advised and counseled the president, and if they had reached this point even after they had spoken, there was nothing a single scholar could do.

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Heisenberg left the presidents office with a Nazi salute and hurried home. He was terrified by the eyes that followed him.

Daddy!

Papa, papa!

Oh? Honey, you came home early today?

His children and pregnant wife ran out to see him, who had been working late and overnight.

He was already the father of five children, and the children clung to him for the attention of their father they had not seen.

Kids just a moment, just a moment Lisa! Can you get me my fountain pen?

Okay. Whats wrong? You look urgent

And he was indeed urgent, so Heisenberg rushed into his study. His whole body was shaking. He mistyped the password twice in front of the safe and typed it with his trembling hand.

Honey, whats going on?

Just a moment! Just leave me alone for a moment!

Heisenberg, who shouted angrily to the point of surprising himself, took out a bundle of letters from the safe and started writing a letter with the fountain pen his wife gave him.

The bundle of letters had the places and methods to contact him in case he wanted to defect. He slowly chewed on the methods written in the letter and wrote down what he wanted to say. Of course, Heisenbergs brilliant brain remembered the codes in the letter exactly. His trembling hand just couldnt keep up.

He wrote the wrong letters and scratched them several times, and Heisenberg finished one letter.

Ah and P.S

P.S What should I write

The VIP has given a terrible order.

Whew. He barely finished the letter and stuffed the paper into the envelope without waiting for it to dry properly.

He threw the bundle of letters he had received into the fireplace and said to his wife, who looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.

Im going to mail a letter. You

Yes?

You pack your bags as soon as possible. Contact your parents too and take only the valuables.

A few days later, the letter arrived. With two burly men. They greeted Heisenberg in flawless German.

Good day, Doctor. Are you ready?

Honey, what is this

Trust me. Lets go.

Heisenberg knew very well. What he was making himself. And that Germany would develop nuclear weapons much later than the Soviet Union.

He hoped that nuclear weapons would never be used, but when he heard the presidents words about trying gas and germ warfare, he had a hunch.

There would be a massive retaliation.

The Nazi regime had crossed the line long ago.

It was ridiculous to try to stop the air raids by hanging prisoners on the anti-aircraft towers.

Now the retribution would come. Heisenberg hugged his children and urged them to flee.