In front of Douglas was a high-ranked officer, his face pale, ashen, his shoulder ranks were removed, a sign hanging on his chest.

"Ich war deserteur!" – that he was an treacherous deserter. Of course, he deserved to be hanged.

"Douglas, what happened in your area last night?"

"Yes, the damned Bolsheviks have infiltrated the facility, almost completely destroying Mr. Demian's facility..."

Fortunately, they had bypassed the backup generator, which now only ran the essential areas with minimal power.

"Damn them! How terrible!"

"Yes! We caught and executed almost all of them."

In the underground not far from the experimental facility, there were roughly buried corpses lying side by side.

A little girl was also among them.

Where did Alexei's group go after that night that they never returned... And that girl, what did she do to deserve this?

There was nothing left, we wanted to turn back on the road we came, but we couldn't, it was too late.

Douglas continued walking on the street after the bombing with Karius, so lifeless, a road used to covered with yellow carpets in autumn, green in spring, now underfoot there were only piles of rubble, on both sides of the road were countless temporarily trenches, some places had not yet taken away the bodies, they were scattered everywhere, the most terrible thing was that they had not been taken away for several days.

Overhead, the sky was blue, there were also some indifferent clouds drifting by, but they were also gone. Anti-aircraft guns dotted the sky with ugly black spots, there were loudspeakers broadcasting the good things that were once so beautiful, perhaps to the people themselves being hanged on lampposts.

The further they went, the bluer the sky became? Or was there only a storm waiting for them? The suburbs were a pleasant place to stroll during their lunch break, until reality held them back, urging them to turn back.

Perhaps the brightest thing in the sky was no longer the twinkling stars and the Moon, but the anti-aircraft headlights at night, shining as bright as the rising of tomorrow, making it hard to sleep when thinking about this.

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"The 9th Army must hold the position! Don't let those filthy Communists enter the city!"

That Adolf, banging on the table, yelling at everyone around him, holding a pencil in his hand that looked like he would break it in half if he wasn't careful.

"Mein Führer, the war report has been sent back!"

The continuous clattering of the machine echoed from the radio room without stopping, they still fought back with all their might even though they had only a little bit of life left. The Third Reich had come to its end!

"What are the 12th Army doing!? Tell them come back! Coordinate with the 9th Army to defend Berlin! You idiots!" – Adolf's heavy voice filled the room with anger.

"But!" A general interrupted.

"What about the Northern Army Group! Can they evacuate through sea route like Admiral Dönitz said?"

"How to evacuate! If they didn't do it last year, this year—"

"They absolutely must hold on to every house in the street! No evacuation! How many times do I need to repeat this." – Adolf interrupted.

"Tsk..." – he clicked his tongue slightly.

Where else will this madman push the German people? They will surely be at the same level as him! He cursed under his breath.

Even though everyone in the bunker already knew that this was going nowhere! But absolutely no one could dissuade the delusional guy who talked about a Greater German Reich every single day.

"You generals are worthless!"

He cursed each and every one of them in the meeting room, so loudly that even those outside could hear his curses clearly.

Who knows how long that dictator had been cursing, only when a bunch of generals were kicked out of the room did he calm down a bit.

I thought the faces of those poor generals were covered in his saliva! Everyone saw them coming out, their faces darkening. What the hell is discipline, why do they have to follow it in this circumstance! If they can't smoke, they will go out and have a few drinks, wishing that bastard would die quickly so he can go negotiate with the Westerners.

Outside, houses in the suburbs could faintly hear the sound of artillery bombardment, they are so close already!? There is no way their Imperial Capital can become the front line!

They raged all night, gradually more and more people were pulled out of the National Socialist sleepwalking that the Fascist gang had built and ruled the people for so long by reality.

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We should have punished those ungrateful people more appropriately! More severely! More than last year! Adolf kept cursing and cursing that to the remaining members of the conference room, his blood still boiling like freshly boiled water. A stubborn man, obsessed with what he had lost many years ago.

Appropriate punishment? Did he mean executing a bunch of generals after the failed assassination attempt? The others wondered to themselves, 'If that's the case, how many more generals do you plan to kill to satisfy you animal?'

That autumn day, the sky was windy, with dark clouds gathering every afternoon, that was when the fate of the famous general - Rommel came to an end. Whether intentionally or not, he had let himself get caught up in an unnecessary disaster, now facing him was an inevitable tragedy.

Simultaneously, the Photon Accelerator was presented to the Führer for the first time a few days after the Allied landing campaign in the West. That machine shocked everyone present that day, a completely new concept was born: Cross-dimensional Warfare.

In this way, the machine allowed an army to move freely to the designated point without wasting a drop of gasoline or walking for days, even weeks to arrive. A great, gigantic revolution was gradually being shown to the Allies, making them stunned.

The deeper they delved into it, the more unbelievable it became: the entire 1st and 3rd Divisions had disappeared from the map in just a few weeks, without a trace.

Where had they gone? No one knew.

—At Rommel's private residence—

*Adaptation, based on real historical events and only based to them*

He – Rommel, could no longer hide from the Gestapo, they had forced him to the path of death.

"Within the next quarter of an hour, you, Alfred, will receive a phone call from the Wagnerschule reserve hospital in Ulm informing you that I had a stroke and died on the way to the conference."

"Nonsense!" Captain Aldinger completely rejected Rommel's words, even Manfred, who had witnessed the whole story from the beginning, was stunned. "Rommel! You're crazy! Why don't you run away and commit suicide!?"

That Desert Fox, still calm, as if accepting his faith, said: "Don't you understand, Alfred? The Gestapo has surrounded this area, where can I hide?"

The flow of history, is a waterfall. It flows forever, no matter how many boulders block the way, the water will still flow down the waterfall. As history, nothing can stop it from reaching.

Is that right?

An invisible realm, from afar, is looking straight down at the Earth, at the exact moment of the cog of history.

"Yes, sir." - God E's servant replied.

How can it be right? If it is a stone, then my stone must be big, big enough to block that water flow, I will change this waterfall forever. The flow of history? What is it? A snap of my fingers, easily changing things.

"Sir... Please don't do that, please let history follow its own course! If you do that, it will end the whole chain of dominoes that are falling—...."

Give me a reason why I can't influence it, and I won't touch them anymore. Come on, tell me.

"Because... It's natural, we shouldn't interfere and let it follow its own course..."

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"Rommel."

He turned to the Captain.

"Rommel, please follow me over here for a moment."

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"Death is inevitable, no one can stop it. Please use the last few minutes of your to follow me for a moment."

It was unclear how things had gone, the two of them had been whispering about something inside the room, at one point the conversation between the two of them had reached its climax, it seemed like they had argued in a rather strange way.

And then, a pure white light suddenly radiated from the room where the two of them were talking. Then quickly spread throughout the space, Manfred was blinded, and could not see anything but that white color anymore. His ears were also tortured by the strange sound that came from nowhere, his ears were ringing and he could not hear anything around him anymore.

Manfred fell down, the Gestapo saw what happened and rushed inside, they broke the door, intending to arrest Manfred and the other two. However, there was no one inside the house anymore, everything around it was as if no one had ever entered - orderly and incredibly silent.

From then on, no one saw any trace of the three of them, not even their wives and children. They only speculated that they escaped by some inexplicable means or that the Allies were behind them. Therefore, Rommel, Aldinger and Manfred were tried in absentia before the people's court, becoming public criminals. All their achievements, fighting were now erased in an instant, from heroes to villains in the blink of an eye.

Who intervened?

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"I don't remember clearly at that time, I just felt like I lost my hearing and my vision. Then I woke up on a carpet of yellow sand." – Manfred recounted the events of that day, Schneider listened attentively, indeed that terrible experience of translating the story did not leave any impression on him.

— A corner of the Neuland Korps Expeditionary Corps camp—

"How did you get here without using the Accelerator...?"

Manfred was silent for a long time, as if something had interrupted his train of thought. "I don't know...", he said doubtfully, "there must be someone who intervened in this matter."

The moon hung high in the sky, making this warm New Year's Eve even more full, the soldiers behind him were also hurriedly hanging up decorations. It had been a long time since they had celebrated the Lunar New Year, perhaps partly because of culture.

"Let's just call it fate, Manfred." – he chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. He laughed along with him.

"What are you two talking about that's so funny?"

It's Rommel! Didn't you follow Günter to chat like usual?

"I'm free for a bit today, come on, what's making you two so happy?"

"New Year, we are welcoming a new year!"

"Wasn't it passed already?"

Rommel felt amused, finding it strange, he had never heard of it before. He crouched down by the fire, took off his hat, and brushed his shoulders a few times.

"Wow! That sounds interesting. I want to hear more about your home country, Japan."

Under the bright moonlight above, the three of them and the group of Japanese soldiers welcomed the new year together, saying goodbye to the old year. It was an unforgettable celebration, especially in a place so far away from Earth.

They raised their glasses to celebrate, toasted each other with the most beautiful words, and ate a meal that, according to the soldiers, was quite grand, around the fire. They had rarely seen Rommel smile so much, had he forgotten some of the old things that had passed?

Waiting for a new year together had never been this fun, would there ever be another occasion as fun as the coming of spring? They wondered. Indeed, we rarely laugh and talk as much as today.

We drink this glass of wine, celebrating a glorious spring for the glorious victories to come. We raise our glasses, wishing each other much luck on the battlefield and in this boring life. We just drink it all, because we don't know if we will see each other tomorrow.