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In the end of chilly autumn, 1944, the cold haze flowed to the shore beach, clouds were moving to the west, where the Germans intelligence learned The Western Allies were about to launch the large-scale beach invasion, that unmeasurable how large it be.
"This is so rough to be accepted, Generals!", the Fuhrer becomes "Fuhrerous" with combat reports, Wehrmacht is too exhausted dealing with the Russians in the Eastern Front, last year they were kicked out of North Africa - where they predicted it would be impossible to win The Allies here. Just a dozen of it made him grunting, naturally, his war against the world was about to end.
"How come the war situation gets this worse?! Did all generals here actually graduate from the officers academy? Hard to believe so."
"..."
"Whatever it is, our army will manage to go back where it was, like two years ago we did."
He went on, "what about Nord-Pas-De-Calais? Did I say it right? The Allies will land there instead of Normandy you fools thought.", he said with confidence.
Suddenly, the generals started sweating, he was about to say what he shall not.
"... Mein Fuhrer."
"Go on" he triumphantly waited for the response.
"The allies had breached our defense, they had successfully established the head-gate at Normandy. We can't stop them from advancing deep into France."
That was a thunder strike through Adolf's mind.
He mused, soullessly looked to the strategic map which he believed his prediction was correct. "No...", Adolf whispered, then he raised the voice suddenly, "How come you can't stop them!!!" He furiously shouted to everyone in the meeting room.
"The enemy forces too strong, we can not-"
"We drove them out three years ago, they were just not more than a target for our Stukas! And when those puberty teenagers come back, you can't show them who the hell you are!"
"...", at this point he gave up justifying himself.
"Remember, remember!! Just the last 3 Christmases, you are not old yet."
Adolf soullessly sat down in his chair, thinking about something that would be fascinating as the "Final Victory" he drew to the German people.
"The Russians rapidly advanced, but we are just about to stop them, now you are making more trouble.", he impotent said.
Adolf continues, "But, the final victory is ours. Believe in yourself, pull yourself together."
His mind went crazy day by day, he used to be a miracle of the German army, a respectful savior of the entire Germans. Now he is not more than a paranoid dictator filled with madness.
"Drive The Westerners out of the beach, take back the advantages against the Russians", oh, wasn't it too wonderful to dream about? Or the miraculous just about to happen?
What is in your mind now, my Fuhrer, will you lead us to victory as you used to?
{ Allies meeting room}
Another meeting room, where the fresh air filled room, relieves spread all around the corners, The Allies have written an unprecedented history.
Operation Overlord ended with the winning of Americans, British, Canadians and Allies Forces. Perhaps they suffered a heavy loss, but what they made is priceless.
Montgomery, one of the generals who consulted tactics of the invasion, with other high-ranking generals opening a meeting, where they will discuss the results, and the future plans.
He went gently, "We have successfully established the most important headway to France, this will allow us to storm the Germans in France."
"That day has come, the fascists must pay for what they did in Europe."
"The supplement lines are about to be established, the Germans can do nothing but look helplessly to us."
The commanders nodded in agreement, understanding that time was of the essence and every action had to be meticulously planned for maximum effectiveness. After the meeting, they returned to their units, preparing for the decisive battles ahead.
On the battlefield, Allied soldiers were bracing themselves for the fierce clashes to come. They knew that every step forward brought new hope for a world of freedom and peace. Their sacrifices were not just for victory but for the future of all humanity.
The sun began to set on the Western Front, casting a golden glow over the war-torn landscape. As night fell, the anticipation of the coming battles hung heavy in the air, but so did the unwavering spirit of those who fought for a brighter tomorrow.
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"The clouds are descending to the West..."
So dazzling, yet so sorrowful.
{ German last-ditch struggle }
4 years ago, they had dominated Europe with fear and terror, they established control of the entire continent, but England, and the Soviet Union - the two biggest enemies. In Hitler desire, the unpredictable blow of a strike to a weakened USSR is no more than a delectable dinner for him and his generals.
3 years ago, the war flames had burst to the wildest, Stalingrad engulfed in blood and steel, the Germans had launched everything they had. They rolled the dice, in the risky game, yet the stalwart Russians stood still beyond shell after shell they poured down.
They have lost everything 2 years ago, all their precious resources are lost in Stalingrad, now the Kursk. They lost a massive tank unit in a merciless battle against the resilient Russians.
they have put their own end in December. Nothing could save them. The Third Reich time is ticking.
Or maybe not?
The tide will turn anyhow, believe in Adolf's words, "The Wehrmacht will manage to get back where they were, no matter how hard it was."
The Reich shatters, but a glimpse of hope is enlightened. "Letzte Hoff Projekt" appears like a savior, just like another WunderWaffe, but this chance the game is changed, the price production is reasonable, the efficiency is beyond expectations. Thanks to the Germans intelligence network in America, they successfully stole "Time Travel" technology from Tesla. After 2 years, again they gained the upper hand against the Allies.
The 1st Panzer Division had suffered heavy losses throughout fierce combat during the Eastern Front, recently in the West. The division remnants will be the pioneer, led by General Lieutenant Günter.
The Führer came to the office unexpectedly, perhaps Demian had been confused, but soon he pulled back together, swiftly introducing The Photon Accelerator to Adolf.
"My Führer,I committed to you this is the finest technology Germany has, introducing to you: Photon Accelerator Machine. This machine allows our army to teleport to anywhere within 2500 kilometers radius at a specific point."
"More than what I expected! A glimpse of hope for Die Reich."
The Führer, the time he saw and heard about the Photon Accelerator, was fascinated with it.
"Wunderbar! Wunderbar! That is what I am searching for!", he enthusiastically said.
Demian, the director of the project, feels pleased with Führer's words.
"As my pleasure, mein Führer. This technology will once again show the Bolsheviks know who is the true master on the battlefield."
"Will it work fine?", Günter was skeptical about what Demian was working on. This is not his first time introducing new technology to Adolf, and naturally not the first time he said it will "work fine", and indeed not the first time Demian disappoints him.
"By all of my prestige, and previous experiments on Jews, animals. Everything works precisely!"
Oh, it is the same line you spoke to him 2 years ago, Demian. I know that you don't have balls to work on Jews anyhow.
Günter reluctantly nodded, clearly that everything he told The Führer is a lie, except his project he did work on. "aye aye commander. What is your plan this time by chance?", he exhaustedly asked.
"I will deploy your units right inside the enemy, that will be a big surprise to them!"
In one tick, Günter was dumbfounded.
"Oh sorry what?"
He went on, "What on Earth are you thinking about? It is no more than a suicide!"
"Hey! My attack plan is unforeseeable to the Allies! Just try to rejoin with the main defense force later!"
Günter shook his head, sighed, he can not blame that crazy scientist, Demian is just a scientist anyhow, a guy who obsesses with science and physics, his war strategy suggestion was null.
Perhaps Günter is an expert at offensive tactics, he managed to push back countless russians assaults during his career. But nevertheless, soldiers also have their family back home, where they wait for him to come back. He can't use their lives, others' sons for nonsense, Demian's plan is a great example for that.
"Ack...! Whatever! Do what you feel right, but do not throw me right inside the enemy Headquarter, I'm not ready for my death."
Adolf relieves Demian, "General Lieutenant was right, Demian. But, I am interested in your plan, that will be a surprise for me if The Allies do the same to me."
"Precisely, Demian", Günter giggles.
Demian irritates with his provoking, "What are you giggling at? It seems fun to you General Lieutenant?"
"It's funny don't ya thing, my Dr. Demian?"
"Totally not."
The conversation heats up.
"Then don't force me to do what I don't want you fucker!"
"Hey! Bastard! Watch your mouth!"
Adolf hastily cutted the talk before it gets worse. "That's alright, Demian, keep your head cold as steel is necessary."
He grumbled, reluctantly obeying orders, "Yes, mein Führer."
Demian continues, "Prepare for the next preparation phase, Günter! It's about time."
The pack was tight, everything is on set, pull down the lever and the technology miracle will occuring.
Günter mildly said, "Anything to say? Crazy bastard?"
"Ach...", Demian stopped for a while, then continued, "I do have something to say to you..."
No bond stronger than a comrade relationship, that bond forged inside countless battles, and hardened into something more like than a family.
"... Good luck, Günter.", Demian's eyes can't hide the deep sorrow inside his soul. There was a strange feeling that made him not want to let his comrade go.
"I don't want you to risk yourself, Günter." He quietly whispered.
"Ha! Do you worry about me, Demian?", he triumphantly said.
"Oh shut up bastard."
"I will be back soon, Demian, what about before Christmas?"
Demian raised his eyebrows, then nodded, "Remember your words."
The clock ticked, now it is the moment for the miraculous. Demian walked to the machine setup, put his hand on the lever.
"You ready?", He shouted.
"All ready!"
"3"
"2"
"1"
He pulled down the lever, triggering the machine cogs. That engine roared for a moment, suddenly, the shining white dazzling bursted all the corners of the laboratory, hard jarring sound waves, the ears feeling blown out at any moment. The units inside suffering lost connection to their body, they whited out.
In a flick of feather, the units disappeared, they left no trails.
"The miracle happened, but why do I feel it's not right?"
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"It seems our creations have managed to come to our world?"
Abizarre space, shrouded by mystery, absent from the dictionary of reality. That voice is not recognized anywhere in the universe.
"Yes, my majesty."
"Call Me Saraker."
"Yes, my lord Saraker."
He sighed, "A millenia ago, she stole my creations and brought them to her world. Nonetheless, she audilessly altered the world's theory herself, by changing the structure of the Imaginary Tree."
He went on, "Such a brilliant one, don't you think?"
"Do you realize what you're doing? If the Creator Entity discovers..."
"Shut up!"
Saraker's attendant falls silent.
"Good .. now let me tell you , in the world known as Teyvat, which She created . She aimed for peace and civilization, but when war arises, it resets. I, on the other hand, develop civilization through conflict. The scientific achievements of my Creations serve as proof..."
"Your point being?"
"Precisely as you think. The purpose of this retaliation is to make Her acknowledge it. Just wait and see... You will understand."
"Yes, my lord.", with that, the attendant departs, leaving Saraker alone...
He giggled, "Just wait and see, Unknown God... I have a surprise in store for you... Now, let's sit back and watch!