That Reserve officer swiftly sneaking behind houses, where the thousands of bullet and shells that were raining down on his spot, he rushed to hide behind the row of houses that had been bombarded to rubble by artillery.
He was panting, sweat rolling down his forehead and cheeks, his face was covered in mud, he quickly wiped it with his worn-out sleeve, he took out his diary, "damn it, the pen that was almost out of ink."
"The sacred Oder River is being torn apart by the Bolshevik devils! Berlin is very close to the front line!
They promised that after Stalingrad I would be able to return home to my wife and children in Berlin, I foolishly believed it. Now I have realized their true color!
Where are my wife and children! Those bastards! Where is my family!"
His tears and sweat fell involuntarily, soaking into the yellowed paper, he was absent-minded and let go of everything around him. After a long while, he regained his composure, that officer continued writing.
"I have to find my home, no matter how far you and my children go, I will always hear your call.
To my Schätz, the war is about to end, you and I will be reunited again, please wait for me!"
He put the diary in his inner pocket, then loaded the bayonet, and rushed forward.
"...! Come back quickly! Uncle...!"
That new recuit child who had just joined the Volksturm week ago grabbed his pants, crying loudly. The more he tried to walk, the stronger he pulled, the old man was helpless, suddenly in one moment he saw his son right behind his back.
"Daddy, don't go!"
He immediately turned his head, although he told himself that this was just a passing dream, a dream as long as his entire life.
"Son—..."
There was nobody, but a little boy with a muddy face, tears and snot running down his shirt, clutching his pants.
"... I..."
Reality quickly pulled him back, a reality that he couldn't forget even if he wanted to.
"You..."
He turned around and patted the boy's head one last time.
"This is for the beloved Fatherland, good boy. I'm leaving, but you have to stay here, if they come, don't try to shoot back."
"Eh? Just surrender to them." — with a calmed voice, he assured that little boy.
"But..." — the boy's ideals wavered wildly between the cruel reality and his belief.
"You will be released after that, but I won't, they will torture and kill me. You're lucky not to be like that, listen to me one last time."
The boy's face looked ugly, but he knew his uncle was strict, so he could only obey.
"... Yes..."
He patted his shoulder, "good boy! Stay here, if they come, put down your gun." Then he rushed forward.
Despite the bombs falling, the artillery shelling down, his tenacity guides his path to a truly time he has always waiting for, in a cloud of smoke and fire, he threw himself into the boiling hell. Until a glow light pierced his heart, that reserve officer clutched his chest and collapsed, tears mixed with dust smearing his face.
"Search him!"
The soldier ran over, turned him over, and searched the German officer's inner pocket.
"A notebook and a photo of his family."
"..."
He was dying, his eyes were hazy, his hands grabbed the soldier's pants, he begged for something that without being able to form a word.
"Tch..." — the other man stepped forward, pointing a gun at his head.
And what was to come would come, he had witnessed everything from beginning to end. The boy sniffled again, then cried loudly, ignoring everything that was happening in his life.
"Keep moving! Liberate the street ahead! Don't give the Germans a chance to escape!"
"Charge!!"
Even though this war no longer had any meaning, the fierceness was always pushed to a climax, especially the intelligence battles between agencies.
The German intelligence network until the last years of the war still resisted strongly, constantly fabricating false news that made the Allies believe it without a doubt, such as Adolf retreating to the Alps.
Even so, the Soviet Union had a powerful counter–intelligence force, making it difficult for German intelligence to confront.
Yan Chernyak, the leader of the intelligence group that successfully penetrated into Germany, and also chaired the meeting that day. He pointed out the unusual things in Germany as the day of victory was getting closer.
"Comrades, the German counter–intelligence has tipped us off about the suspicious disappearance of the First and Third Panzer Divisions. The possibility of evacuation to behind or downstream can be ruled out since there has been no clearly information about the movements of the First Panzer Division since last September, and the Third Panzer Division since January of this year."
The heated debate in the gritty heads of the Soviet intelligence service flared up.
"You mean, not a trace?" — Ivan frowned.
"The reports show that the 1st Division is no longer mentioned in troop movements, nor are there any Allied units fighting with it on the Western Front."
"Maybe they just moved deeper into Germany?"
"The German 17th and 26th Divisions, exhausted of ammunition, food, fuel, and morale, are still forced to fight in southern Germany."
He added: "Even if the 9th and 12th Army Group, which have been completely eliminated, are still fighting in the east, new replenished divisions like them cannot retreat to behind."
The boy thought for a long time, then said to Chernyak:
"Or they were wiped out, the 1st division participated in the battles of Stalingrad and Kursk. No wonder if they were removed from the division list and blend into another mixed division." — Ivan said.
"If that's true, then where has their movement or activity been all this time?"
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"There's no movement report?"
"They returned to Berlin last August, it's already the end of January, our troops are approaching the 19th and 25th Panzer Divisions. There's no sign of the 1st Division."
"..."
He was speechless, it was obviously too unusual to explain in a normal way.
Someone else spoke up afterwards:
"It must be some kind of technology..."
That answer made everyone look at and link together all the shady activities of the Nazis up to now.
"..."
"It's unbelievable!"
On the other side, Washington, USA, intelligence officers from the United States were also struggling to find an answer to the abnormal disappearance of two large-scale German units.
"There's no way they could have achieved that! It's absurd! Absurd!"
He looking down to the reports, he and his colleagues were even more certain that this was the product of Tesla's theoretical technology that had been lost all those years ago.
"The German spy network was wiped out from England in 1943! How could they have reached as far as America without us knowing!"
No one could have imagined that such technology would fall into the hands of the Rhines. Even the heavily-covered US intelligence was still carefree and absent-minded until they realized they had been tricked.
"Here! Hurry up."
The Soviet spies who had sneaked into house number 17 — where they had discussed the plan to seize the Nazis’ most advanced equipment — were in a state of death.
“Swish” Chernyak flicked the map, placing it on a wooden crate pulled out from the warehouse.
“The banks of the Oder are the shield in front of the Brandenburg Gate, the Seelow is the strong fortification to protect the goddess Viktoria. Even though the Nazis have lost all hope of fighting, they are still determined to fight to the end, perhaps even to Berlin.”
He paused for a moment, as if waiting for someone to continue, and the astute Ivan quickly realized, and spoke up:
“That means that Berlin has arranged a significant defense force around the city and its suburbs, in case Berlin becomes the front line.”
He grinned, pointing down at the map.
“Yes, this is the place.”
The Berlin research headquarters! The supreme of all those research projects!
"However, breaking in here has never been easy. After the bombing, three parts of the facility collapsed, seven parts were paralyzed trying to support the other three."
Chernyak asked: "Do you know what that means?"
"The Germans will definitely strengthen their defenses here."
"Do you know which part of the facility was hit the hardest?"
"Northwest."
"That's right. That's why we won't put all the grain in one granary. Alexei, Dimitri, and Olga will infiltrate from the north, Ivan and I will infiltrate from the west."
He continued: "At all costs, we must get the files and documents on that Tesla technology to Ivanov and Pertovna."
"Why the west and north and not the other way? Aren't both directions more or less heavily damaged? How can we break in when the reinforced concrete is all over the place blocking the entrance?" — Olga questioned.
"Even so, imagine, comrade, a house with four windows, two of which are broken into large cracks, the other two have an additional shield installed on the outside, and are reinforced with metal frames. If it were you, which way would you go to break in?"
"Two doors are cracked..."
Chernyak nodded slightly, raised his eyebrows and said to Olga: "You have your answer. Even though those two windows will be messy with debris and splinters, they will still be clearly safer than the other two."
He turned to speak to everyone in the room that day, strangely enough, his words that day were unforgettable.
"No matter how far we go, we still have family behind us. If we detect danger lurking, escape immediately, we can't be captured by those Nazis, especially this hard time."
"Knock, knock"
A knocking sound came from the back of the room, and they immediately reacted to the mysterious appearance of the person behind them.
"Ivan, check." — Chernyak whispered to Ivan.
He stepped forward, knocking four times in return, he was giving a silent confirmation signal to the person opposite that only the group recognized.
In response, the stranger calmly knocked twice more.
To make sure that it was his side, Ivan used his fingertips to tap the wooden door three times, an advanced double code to deal with when the first confirmation calibration was uncertain.
In response, there was a light knock, this time it was definitely our side, Ivan opened the door.
"It's Pertovna!"
The appearance of the Red Orchestra member warned that this "trip" would be more dangerous than ever. They, only showed up when the mission was unpredictable.
"How did you know we were here?" — Ivan wondered.
The Red Army spy girl turned around and gave the young man a teasing look.
"Guess what?"
"Kanty? She snitched on you?"
"What if I say it wasn't Kanty?"
Ivan, who was better at reasoning than talking, replied wittily.
"In this world, except for the time when Pertovna here was harassed by the German spy, what time else don't you catch up faster than anyone else?"
As if she had been hit hard, Pertovna turned to Ivan.
"Hey!..."
The whole group laughed heartily at the young spy's clever responses. With him in the group, the tension of the war was somewhat forgotten.
"... Not a bad guess." — Pertovna nodded in agreement.
Following Pertovna was Ivanov, a famous spy who had deciphered the German plan to retake Stalingrad, and who had provided valuable information to the Soviet war effort, such as his suggestion to Zhukov and Konev about the Panther-Wotan Line.
"Even though the war was nearing its end, the Nazis were still frantically launching unimaginable technology."
"Have you ever heard of the Photons Accelerator?" he continued.
"...?"
The crowd was confused, and Ivan made a wild guess.
"A hypersonic gun?"
Olga immediately objected.
"That's not right! If so, it should be called the Photons Hypersonic Gun! It must be an improved accelerator related to the vehicle."
Chernyak reminded: "Travel faster? From West Germany to East Germany on Nazi-controlled territory can be reached in a day on foot! They wouldn't be foolish enough to spend money on that kind of advanced engines."
Seeing them talking nonsense, the other two could only stand in a corner, hopelessly watching Chernyak's group arguing.
"Go stop them, that Olga will get angry and pull out his gun and make another hole in the ceiling like last year." — Pertovna whispered.
"I said it's the engine!!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Olga immediately took out the TT-33 from his waist, he slammed the butt of the gun on the wooden crate, leaving a big hole in the crate. Not yet calmed down, he was about to raise the gun high and shoot to relieve his anger.
"Calm! Calm down! I know what it is! Don't shoot, or else you will provoke the Germans to come here!"
Everyone turned to him, and it was Ivanov's turn to be questioned by Chernyak's group.
"Why don't you say anything if you know!?"
"What is it?"
"Calm down, I'll tell you..."
After waiting for a long while for the room to quiet down, Ivanov finally told the truth.
"Teleportation!?"
"Impossible!" — Chernyak, who was always calm in every situation, had to exclaim.
"Exactly, this is Tesla's lost technology. It allows people within a certain radius to teleport at will."
"That means..."
"Moskow, London or Washington, all of them are always in constant danger, no one knows when those unthinkable fascists will approach..."
"..."
Everyone looked at each other, the room was filled with silence, no one said anything, but they all agreed with one idea: "That weapon must be destroyed and take away immediately."
In contrast to the overly defensive attitude typical of Soviet people in particular, Karl — Dr. Demian's assistant — appeared quite calm. He took the opportunity of the doctor's distraction and went out for a walk, after all, no one could do anything to him! Except Demian...
"Two Rote Grütze!"
After paid, he walked out absentmindedly, who would have known that he was the assistant of a famous doctor who lived a cold life and was quite indifferent to almost everything around him!
Karl pushed the door open and entered, just as Demian was about to go outside.
"Oh, you brat? You're so good at sneaking, aren't you?"
"Take it easy, doctor, I'm just going for a walk." — he said in a very leisurely tone.
"A walk? Do you believe I'll replace you with someone else—..."
He handed the other doctor the bag of Rote Grütze.
"... Damn you, this time is fast enough to not be fired."
He knew he had lured the doctor, and replied sweetly:
"I happen to like this too, and I'm passing by, so I'll buy you one."
He must have heard Demian's previous conversation with his close friend — Günter about his previous preferences.
Receiving the unexpected gift, Demian smiled faintly, one of the very rare times Karl saw him smile, although it was not as he had imagined, it was clearly more than he had expected.
"Alright, Karl. We've just received instructions to complete the machine earlier than expected."
"Is that so?"
"The OKH has suggested to me to apply this technology more widely in early April, which is clearly a reminder to speed up the progress."
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From afar, God E and the other gods had already seen everything clearly.
"Perhaps it's time for us to act?" — Saraker said meaningfully.
“Sir… Sir—…”
Hmph! Shut up! You stupid foolish, you always lecture me with that stupid law!
“… But…”
I told you to shut up! If that so-called Soviet Union were to defeat the Nazis like that, all the hard work I’ve done in Teyvat would be in vain!
“…”
In the next few days, I’ll change her dull theory about the world order. For the benefit of the Third Reich ruling this continent.
“Your Excellency, you mean…”
The gods blessing, yes. But I won’t give it to them so easily, but indirectly.
“Your Excellency, did you come up with this idea?”
Exactly, you’re smart.
“You’re the perfect lord, Your Excellency.”
Your flattery won’t work on me, stop it.
"..."
This world and Teyvat are like an asymmetrical scale, and the Nazis are to me a rare and perfect balance. Adolf, this little man will help me win the game of the conjurer.
"Yes, Your Excellency."
Now dismiss, Servant.
"..."
Soon, I will give this Adolf guy a foreseer dream of something even greater than his ideals.