After the resounding victory in the White Birch Country, which had completely defeated the Central Army Group, paralyzing all possibilities of launching a counterattack like Manstein had done, the last line of defense of the Empire on the Red Poppy Fields was wide open before the Soviet Red Army.

A general hurriedly telegraphed to the Central Committee, his voice sounded very urgent:

"The report shows that the Red Army is concentrating troops in Poland! It's critical!"

The uprising in Warsaw had not yet been completely suppressed, and news of the Bolshevik invasion had already come, alas! Could this great battle really be coming to its final chapter?

"It is impossible that with only the remnants of the Central Army Group and the new divisions transferred from the West, we can't resist so many Soviet troops!" — the sorrow in the sentence became even more evident.

This spring, the snow had not yet melted but the Third Reich had already collapsed, and news of defeat continued to come from both fronts.

At the same time, the high morale of the Far Eastern Heroes was seething with the spirit of crushing the fascists. A powerful sweep to push all German troops out of Poland would be the decisive blow to advance into Berlin in the near future.

At the end of the telegram, he was astonished and came to a difficult conclusion:

"There is nothing left to stop the mighty bear from turning!"

Perhaps after many years of forging in fire, gunpowder and blood, they had become tough, bravely facing the big waves, the hands of those people who had pushed the waves, turned the wind against the current, and now became heroes who had conquered the cruel sea.

The Wisla-Oder campaign officially began, ringing the bell to signal the end of a cruel regime.

"Perhaps I have to move the laboratory to Berlin soon."

Demian lamented, his headquarters was now located in the suburbs of Memel, and by order of his superiors, to ensure the safety of the experiment, he was forced to move to Berlin.

Having been away from the battlefield for more than half a year, Günter could hardly grasp the situation in the motherland, he still thought that the German army could hold out for long.

"Huh...?" – he suddenly groaned.

The lieutenant general continued: "Could it be that they have penetrated so deeply?"

Since his last departure, everything had happened so quickly, he did not know that the Greater German Empire had been defeated in a life-and-death battle with unimaginable total losses, and a series of blindly conservative decisions by Adolf had caused the situation of the battle to change even more quickly.

The end of the legend, the game was over, only the Austrian with German nationality and claiming to be German had not yet accepted defeat.

What was he planning? He thought.

After a long discussion, he realized that the Third Reich's situation was more dangerous than he had imagined. Poland was threatened in the East, in the West the counterattack last year in the Ardennes forest failed, the Germans had to retreat from their positions, and Germany itself was also seriously threatened. In the Netherlands, Canada, Britain and the United States were fighting together, causing some difficulty in maintaining their position in the lowlands.

"Is it really that bad..." — he was bewildered.

He had never thought of the prospect of the army he had commanded years ago turning against him, or fleeing, surrendering, or helping the Bolsheviks.

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"You take your time to look at this war, soon the nightmare will end once and for all."

"..."

The lieutenant general suddenly became speechless at Demian's words, and the old doctor hung up the phone.

Günter turned his back, he looked outside the tent, saw the soldiers still working hard despite the hardships, and he felt sad. Their lives were like the poems, and the roses, unfortunately, because of the ambition of politicians, they were forced to hold guns and fight. The more he thought about it, the more he felt sorry, if tomorrow when they returned home, would they still be like the poems, or the roses like before? Oh war, he was sad all the time.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt sorry for them. If they returned to their homeland tomorrow, would they still be the writers and flowers they once were? Oh, war, he was so sad.

Chadrick happened to enter the camp, and saw the lieutenant general holding his head in pain as if he was troubled by something. He asked curiously:

"Is there something bothering you?"

"No."

"I'm just a little worried about those damn SS. There's no way they'll come here just to visit us..." — he continued.

"..."

"We must be on guard against them, we must not let them act rashly. But no matter what, we must not use violence!"

Suddenly, his voice dropped noticeably, and one could clearly feel the unpredictable fear in his voice.

"I don't know how they will retaliate..."

Him, Chadrick, or anyone here, except for a few new recruits from the Volksgrenadiers, have all seen how the SS mistreats the heathen, or the non-Germans.

"Or even so, will we still be the victors in this war?"

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Jean and Diluc had come to take care of Eula early, she hadn't woken up for many days, the coma was still dragging Eula's mind to a strange place.

In that endless dream, there was nothing but a mysterious black, everything was in chaos, she ran, ran, there was no end. Eula screamed, no one heard, she pushed hard into the empty space trying to escape, then fell to the ground.

The wind called out strongly, swirling stronger and stronger, the afterimages of the enemies appeared before her eyes.

"Who is it...?"

As if teasing her, the afterimages appeared and disappeared, surrounded her, and then disappeared.

"Who are you!"

The wind still did not stop, in the storm it seemed like someone was calling urgently, that voice was hoarse, it sounded very strange.

"Eula!"

"...?"

So familiar, yet so strange, as if she had talked to this creature before.

"Look at you..."

That thing clicked its tongue out loud, as if it was mocking her, hmph! This creature only knows how to tease!

"... It's really not like you! I can't accept you constantly avoiding me!"

"You!..."

Avoiding it? She wondered, this creature... Is just the afterimage of the enemies it had met before, it created that image to tease me! How despicable!

"Shame! I'm still you, you're still you. You'll never escape the fear you created!"

Eula stood up, her legs heavy, as if that sound had disappeared.

"The past! You've tied yourself to that despicable past!"

The voice echoed throughout the space, a deafening sound continuously created from the invisible. The images of her dead comrade, Amber, and the artillery commander Schneider suddenly appeared, slowly approaching her.

"No! No! Stay away from me!"

She panicked and retreated, then collapsed to the ground in fear, she tried to run away but unfortunately, the afterimage grabbed her legs, then pinned her limbs to the ground.

"I'm you! Don't run away in vain!"

"You!—...."

Eula screamed in fear, she woke up from the bed, to the astonishment of Diluc and Jean.

"Eula..."

She looked back, Jean and Diluc were by her side as if they had never been there, like a warm ray of sunshine shining through the clouds, Eula hugged them both emotionally.

"Eula, you're finally awake..." — Noelle said in a choked voice.

"Everyone..."

It was such a long dream, but it seemed like it had only passed in the blink of an eye. It didn't matter anymore, because the person she trusted was here, next to her.

Peace seemed to be in her heart, only then, no one urged her to fight for her ideals anymore, no one turned their backs when she did something against her will anymore. And she no longer walked alone, because she had everyone here.

"You've been in a coma for so long, Eula... We thought you would never come back to us..."

Jean, you've worked hard, I sincerely thank you for your kindness.

"It turns out he was right, I was suspicious of him, this time I owe him..."

Diluc, thank you for helping me when I was in the most difficult time.

"Sister Eula... I..."

Noelle, you are so brave.

Everyone...

How much do I owe everyone? How can I repay this favor?

The knight's tears flowed back inside, only when it was for an ideal or a loved one, the pearl tears fell.

"Schneider! He!..."

"His name is Schneider..."

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"... Who reminded me...?" — he suddenly sneezed loudly.

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"Yes, it was him."

She continued: "Schneider Emeric, the artillery commander that day."

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"Damn it! Ach! Is it that cold today!"

He quickly ran into the tent.